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  “The ample, lovely flesh of those twin mounds…” breathed Francis Freeman huskily.

  Chapter III

  Rose Bolton gave him a sidelong glance from suffused eyes. She colored yet more deeply.

  “Oh! Mr. Freeman,'“ she protested in a hushed murmur. “You mustn't drive me to distraction by saying such things. I'm just trying to confess to you, as you wished. But you make me feel as if you knew as much of… of my — that part of my body as my naughty son discovered that evening when he-when he bared…”

  “Your young son was the luckiest boy in the world that evening,” interrupted the man. “But as an admiring observer on many occasions of your delightfully clad person, I feel as though I can visualize the beauties which fascinated your son… those marvellous buttocks-those mounds of silky white tinted with delicate blue veins- and the deep cleft which parts and emphasizes them.”

  His voice was shaky with emotion. His excitement was communicated, and enhanced her own agitation. Rose managed to extricate herself from his detaining arm. She smoothed her disordered hair, and looked vaguely about her.

  “I can't realize,” she said at last, faintly, “that I am sitting here and telling you all these things… and hearing without bitter resentment, such improper words from you…” Her voice faltered into silence.

  “But you like it-I tell you-and more, you even enjoy it at times… you lovely Rose-” he muttered. “You like to tell me what I wish to hear-and you liked to hear me say what I did about your… lovely bottom-and-”

  “Don't touch me-ohh-please…” she begged him distractedly. “I… I don't know what has come over me, I feel…”

  She struggled, but she yielded, with a little sigh of resignment, to the slow traction that drew her from her chair into his lap. And as he snuggled her into a more comfortable posture for them both, he caressed and petted for a moment one of the firm yet yielding cushions which had, in its state of nudity, so fascinated and charmed her son on the occasion of which she had spoken.

  The woman quivered at his commanding touch. She let him press the velvet of her flushed cheek against his tanned countenance as he adjusted her to his liking. But the position in which he placed her made her start and exclaim sharply in her golden voice. For a futile instant he tried to rise from his lap-but his grip constrained her as though she were a child.

  And so his yearning to press his own distended sex-hardened and throbbing as a result of her story-upon the soft splendour of her rounded buttocks-was realized. He pressed her down upon it-thrusting her firmly into his lap as she continued weakly to resist.

  Through the thin fabrics which separated their flesh their mutual warmth penetrated. Quivering and with a were about her now, and she nestled her head into the angle of his shoulder with a tiny murmur of content.

  She strove to keep her buttocks motionless upon that throbbing and monstrous affair which they pressed… but every little while as, upon his insistence, she continued her story, her luxuriant behind just would squirm softly, and thrillingly against his person.

  “You were saying,” he whispered, “that your son first moulded the flesh of your naked bottom… after he had uncovered it?”

  “Not only that,” she replied falteringly. “He seemed to simply worship my twin mounds. He devoured the soft flesh with his mouth and his fingers. He kissed — and licked-and nibbled-and even bit me gently. I was startled and almost terrified by his gasping, hot breath on my naked flesh. I was moved too-why try to conceal it… I was terribly moved by what he was doing.”

  “My remonstrances were stifled in my throat by the choking and horrible pleasure which affected all my being I seemed to have no strength to combat him now. Even when he parted the cheeks of my bottom and peered within the cleft-and thrust unfilial fingers into the valley-and touched with a probing forefinger the tiny orifice he found there… I could only moan with shame and a fiery ecstasy.”

  “Finding me so unresistant, Lester became moved to an infernal audacity. He twisted around so as to mount my bottom, and rubbed his virility furiously upon my soft buttocks — easily mastered my squirming, with strong fingers which sank deeply into the flesh of my hips.”

  “It was not until he had contrived to lodge his penis in the furrow between my twin mounds, and had begun to rob his member to and fro there as if in a sheath, that I was suddenly inspired to a final and successful attempt to dislodge him.”

  “I rolled over and sat up, dishevelled and panting. I weakly attempted to cover my slender, naked legs, so noticeably protruding from my disordered robe. I looked tremblingly at my nude son, who knelt there discomforted and panting.”

  “I was shaking with the inner conflict between desire and a sense of motherly rectitude. As I look back I can see very clearly that if Lester's knowledge had been on a par with his sensual desires, he could have thrust me over backwards and… and taken me-”

  “He could have fucked you, you mean?” breathed her malicious tormentor in her ear… as his hand moulded her soft yet swelling breast.

  “Yes-” said Rose, simply and directly. “He could have fucked me. Since you seem to wish to make me as common and vulgar as possible, I'll use your word of a vicious schoolboy. But the boy was half crying at my own obvious distress, and his sorrow soothed me to the point where I stammered something to the effect that he mustn't treat his mother's body like that-and then held out ray arms to him in reconciliation.”

  “He was in them immediately and affectionately-so much to that he bore me backwards at full length. But this time I was flat on my back, and he was lying between my fully extended and bare legs. He was quickly comforted, hugging me, kissing me. I hugged him in return… but I was sighing as I did so-with the sensuous effects of his naked male virility pressing almost dominantly upon me.”

  “The slender, wiry legs had seemed to part my own limbs and slip in between them almost instinctively, and his warm kisses were setting me aflame with desire. For there was another thing which now occurred which was hard to explain in a mere lad. He breathed something about my parted lips looking like a flower-and he began to lick them hotly-thrusting his tongue into my mouth in search of my own.”

  “I was startled and shaken more than ever. In my surprise and agitation he had discovered my unresisting tongue and was caressing and tickling it with his own. I can only imagine that at some time or other he must have seen his father kiss me in such a manner.”

  “For my husband was very addicted to this form of kissing, mingling it in affection and passion. He had taught me to enjoy it greatly-to-to reciprocate. He loved to use his tongue… when greatly excited.”

  “And only on your rosy mouth and tongue?” whispered Mr. Freeman.

  Rose affected not to hear-but her enhanced flush was a vivid reply.

  “And now I found my son doing the same thing…” she continued hurriedly. Ignoring his query.

  “I asked you a question.” remarked the man. “I mean to have an answer.” He squeezed the flesh of her buttock, and his other hand groped through the thin fabric and grasped in her lap-seizing a mound so plump that it made a handful for him as he squeezed its lusciously soft flesh — a mound so gauzily covered that his fingers could sense the abundant growth of sex hair which hid it-as he squeezed and pressed.

  Rose Bolton gasped and cringed. Her little cry was a soft, imploring moan of mingled shame and passion.

  “I beg of you-I implore you. Mr. Freeman!” she said with a wail, 'don't treat me like this! Am I a girl of the streets-just because you have forced me to tell you of my… my experiences? How can you humiliate me so?”

  “No girl of the streets-nor of the frivolous world-is one half as desirable as you.” he said thickly. “By God, you are a queen of women, but even that will not save you from telling me what I want to know.

  His breath was hot upon her neck-her bosom-on a taut nipple through the thin silk of her gown. With a descivious gesture he was moulding with his strong fingers the soft plumpness of her genital mou
nd-and gradually his hand was boring still deeper into her lap. A long forefinger curved downward. It sought… found… and pressed.

  And the woman, breathing hoarsely, writhed upon his knees. “Ohhh! Have mercy!” she begged. “Can't you see… that you are d-driving m-me mad?”

  “Whenever you are ready.” he said, “you may answer my question. It was about your husband's employment of his tongue in amorous ways…”

  “He-he licked m-me… I've told you that.” quavered Rose in a shamed voice.

  Silently he continued the voluptuously inflaming play of hand and finger-unrelentingly demanding confessions which she struggled to refuse. And after a futile effort to wrest herself from his embrace. Rose Bolton collapsed against him-panting.

  “I'll tell-I'll tell,” she wailed. “Only stop! He… he… he loved to lick-not only my lips and tongue… but everywhere! There-I've told you… for God's sake- stop driving me crazy!”

  He had forced her full, lovely thighs so far apart by this time that his fingertip moved untramelled up and down in a delicate furrow whose warmth was perceptible through the thin silk that covered it. Rose moaned and twisted upon his swollen weapon — and pulsing flames seemed to shoot through both their veins.

  “Details… I want the details!” he almost gasped.

  “Bat… I can't t-alk-if you keep on… d-doing that to m-me-“ stammered the victim.

  “What am I doing? Tell me and I will stop!” he said hotly. “I promise.”

  “You are touching me-handling me-so indecently,” came Rose's smothered gasp in reply. She understood the price which she must pay to his perversity-to his yearning for the defilement of her chaste and refined lips by the use of these obscene words.

  “You are… feeling-m-my c-cunt…” Rose gasped out despairingly. “There-you promised… to stop!”

  With a lingering slowness that betrayed his reluctance to abandon this dainty pasture, he withdrew his hand. But he thrust it down between her thighs-forcing them to remain parted-and silently threatened a return of that lascivious, delightful torment in case I should fail to humor him.

  Rose crumpled before the iron persistence of the man. It was the first time in her life that she had confided to a third person the strange predilections of her husband. Now she felt impelled to the revelations-and was amazed to find herself throbbing, vibrating, as she whispered in his ear the admissions his tyranny had imposed on her.

  “He used to kiss my hands when we were merely engaged,” she said. “And he licked the fingers softly before letting them go. I was so ignorant that I did not know whether such caresses were usual between sweethearts. It made me nervous and fidgety but I said nothing at all about it.”

  “After a time, during bis calls at my home, he began to kiss more and more of my exposed flesh-and to lick it softly-until I began to feel a vague pleasure from such caresses. He licked my bare forearms as well as my hands. And presently I was moved to come down to greet him in a sleeveless gown-and later on in a modest decollete- thus blushingly offering more and more of my flesh to his lips and tongue.”

  “My whole face came to know those curious caresses — my lips he fairly drank… and my tongue too- although that was then always passive instead of reciprocally active. Thus I would lie in his arms-sometimes tense with sensual pleasure, sometimes relaxed and… trembling… while he kissed and licked my neck, my shoulders, all of my flesh that I had bared for his amorous activities.”

  “He would whisper things to me in the intervals of his embraces-things which he enjoyed saying, and which I liked to hear after the first shock of his words was over. He would tell me, for instance, that he intended to clothe my bare feet and naked legs with stockings woven of his kisses and knitted upon me with his tongue. And I was thrilled with shame and a queer sort of horrified pleasure to these sensuous words.”

  “Christopher announced… that was his name,” went on Rose murmuringly, “That he meant, too, to weave a chemise on my body with his lips and tongue… that he would have to be especially careful over my sensitive breasts-and lower down. His fantasies were extraordinary-as you can see-yet he never attempted indecorous caresses on any part of my body which was clothed.”

  “He told me that he would make me drawers of kisses — that his tongue would measure and cut that intimate garment upon my body. He said that they must fit very snugly in the crotch-so that I would be conscious of their pressure there always. And by this time I had come to enjoy his caresses and even to revel ashamedly in his licentious talk.

  “He was so happy one evening when I wore a dress which allowed him to kiss my armpits-which he found unshaven. He kissed and licked and nibbled there… and I blushed red, but by this time had no thought of repulsing him.”

  “I had one or two slightly decollete dresses, for I was now seventeen. In my bedroom-flushed at the thought of what I was deliberately doing-I increased the decollete of each. Thus I offered him all the upper part of my bosom to kiss and… to lick. And it so happened one evening that his caressing lips bared the upper slope of one of my breasts.”

  “Which one?” asked Freeman softly… and he then squeezed gently but excitingly one lovely mound after the other.

  “This o-one,” faltered Rose. “No, that one… I think — I can't be sure! Ohh! If you caress them like that- how can I be sure of anything… I don't believe I can go on-”

  “You will go on-because I tell you to…” he insisted, snuggling into the palm of his hand a taut nipple which seemed to be trying to pierce through the thin silk.

  “Well… he kissed my breast-where it was denuded. And I shivered a little but did not resist. I felt the tip of his tongue there-ohh! heavens… it seems a small thing now in recounting-but it thrilled me terribly then.”

  “His head drew back a trifle, and I knew by this time he would go no further than the position of my dress made permissible. I hesitated-and then-overcome by my desire for further petting… I buried my head on his shoulder and drew down the borders of my gown and my chemise an inch or two lower on that same breast His eyes-and his mouth-could devour the tender mound almost to the aureole, and he took torrid advantage of the opportunity.”

  “As I held the fabrics up slightly to permit of the soft kisses and lickings which made me quiver, I knew that he could see the pouting nipple itself, and his tongue thrust down so eagerly that he contrived to touch the sensitive tip-shaking me to the core with the delightful sensation, so that I panted frantically-and half-involuntarily I bared the entire breast to his eyes.”

  “The sight served to make him beside himself with joy. Before I could become conscious of what I had done and cover the tender mound, his ardent mouth was in possession of it. And the sensations which he caused me deprived me of any desire to repair my immodesty.

  “His lips, his mouth, his tongue, all took their toll of my already well-developed breast. And I had only muffled and hall-hearted murmurs to oppose him when he drew the warm pink little nipple entirely between his lips. Ohh! God! How warm he made the passionate virgin I then was!”

  Chapter IV

  “You're a darling,” stated Francis Freeman huskily. “And I think it makes you equally passionate now to recall all these things… and tell me about all of them!”

  “Well… I have other things-to make me feel the way that you say I do,” she murmured softly. “For you are not being… very decorous now, are you?”

  “I'm being very happy, at least!” he stated… and the smile which accompanied his words sent a little thrill through her, so that she stared up at him wonderingly and a responsive smile hovered on her pretty face.

  She forgot for an instant that she was horrified and indignant at this man. She forgot that because she was for the time being dependent upon his favor if she were to escape ruin, he had not scrupled to compel her to play on his senses by her story of her secret life. She had become a teller of lewd and intimate personal experiences in order to please him, yet despite this she almost liked the man.


  She refused to admit the real reason for her regard- which was that he had, with an imperiousness which did thrill her deeply, reawakened within her that sexual ardor which had been rigidly repressed in her lovely body for so many years. And mingled with the intense shame of being forced to do his will with regard to telling her story, and accept such sensual and intimate caresses as he pleased to give her, was an inner glow of intense and voluptuous pleasure in her sharp humiliation.

  Freeman buried his lips in her warm, soft neck… and he distinctly felt her tremble as he did so. “Co on with your story, my dear Rose,” he murmured. “Your future husband then showed he could suck as well as lick?”

  “He sucked my maiden nipples…” she whispered- almost as if in soft complaint. “And I think that at this point the modest and retiring virgin really awakened. And she never really went to sleep again, I am afraid.”

  “I quivered and sighed as he drew gently on my bare breast. Reckless of what he might think of me, I bared to him my other breast also. And I sat there… naked from the waist up-beside him on the sofa. He stared at me in utter and speechless disbelief… incredulous that the shy maiden could actually have been led to display her lovely body thus. Then he caught me to him, and his lips took possession of my tender mounds which had never before experienced a male touch of any kind.”

  “And now I am afraid that, in order to continue to be truthful as well as frank with you, I shall have to now portray myself in a new and not very seemly light. For the shock to my sensibilities of having actually shown to my fiance the whole of my torso quite naked seemed to mingle with the progressive agitation which I was deriving from his very strange caresses and serve to bring my own youthful desires to the surface-and cause them to blaze forth in quite unwonted style.”

  “And thereafter, Mr. Freeman, I fear I was in some sense the temptress and the 'teaser' when alone with Christopher. The sucking and the lickings applied to my already well grown breasts had thrilled me to the core, and since it was my own self exposure which had brought this about, I was tempted to continue the process and seek new thrills.”