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  And now here she was-stark naked at his feet-and ordered to-to suck him! She must offer her delicate warm lips to the most shameful part of his body-and she must allow her mouth to become the instrument of his pleasure and the recipient of his seed.

  She shivered as if with a fever. She contemplated again that imposing shaft of throbbing flesh-with its rosy, uncapped head. And she was conscious anew of a heat which flooded her. With anxious pleading in her glazed but lovely dark eyes, she glanced imploringly up at his face — hoping against hope for a reprieve.

  “When you have quite finished humming and hawing about a thing which you know quite well you have got to do…*” he said, “and a thing which at bottom, whether you realize it or not, you are eager to do to me!”

  “Eager to do to you?”* she wailed. “Ohh! How can you accuse me of wishing to do such an unspeakable thing?”

  “You will like it!” he stated firmly. “You will soon be constantly desiring the velvet feel of it upon your tongue. You will follow me about-frantic for the chance to take as much of my sex as your pretty mouth will hold. And even now you are curious-sensually and firmly curious to learn how it will taste and feel as you suck upon it.'*

  Quivering visibly, she considered this. She raised her eyes once more to his-an the pallor of her lovely face vanished in a rush of blood to her cheeks and brow.

  “You know I cannot contradict you,” she said in a stifled voice. “You are so very-imperative with me, even when I am trying to do what you say. But please-please… give me time. It is so very huge, too-I am not certain that I can get even a little of it into my mouth,” she added tremulously.

  “Not quite like your hubby's, then?” he murmured, rather complacently. “Or like-any others… you happen to have seen by chance?”

  “Oh Christopher's…?” said Rose. “I think it would make at least two of his. And you know very well that is the only one I have seen… except… just a boyish one.”

  “When you next see that boyish prick,” he observed very cynically, “it may not seem so boyish as before. You shall see it that I promise you-if only to gratify my own curiosity as to the reactions of you both when…

  “Merciful heavens!” exclaimed the distracted woman, “you would never have the cruelty to do that-compel me to resume relations with my youthful son just for your own perverse ends-risking both his health and happiness…

  “It might save instead of harming him-and preserve both his health and happiness. What do you suppose is happening to your boy out there-a youth already awakened to sex through your own “innocent" ministrations to his body, and now abandoned to the embraces offered by the girls and women surrounding him, eager to enjoy his unspoiled and youthful virility.”

  “I know of mothers who co-habit with their sons for the boy's own sake as well as their own pleasure, fearing they may fall otherwise into indiscriminate lechery. And many a father and daughter enjoy ineffable pleasures together Without the outside world suspecting that anything is amiss. Don't believe that it is nature that protests against such amorous liaisons. It is only man-made laws and customs that are affronted thereby.”

  Chapter VII

  In an odd stupor Rose had listened to his words. Already she had taken in her fingers for the preliminary soft caresses his huge weapon. And the fart that he did not seem to be concerned with what she was doing — that he was not even looking at her… made it all the easier for her to nestle her hot cheek now and again upon his hot member-and to touch it tentatively with her tongue here and there.

  “Kiss the head-and then lick beneath it-” he whispered very softly.

  She started violently and then colored deeply as this interruption revealed his knowledge of her gradual approach to the final caress-and of her growing sensual delight therein. She complied, nevertheless — and was startled to feel the heat of a perverse pleasure followed by a torrid longing pervade her body and control her nerves.

  He continued talking-conscious that she was becoming infatuated with her task-and aware that this would happen more easily if her thoughts were diverted some other place.

  “Families are scarce in which these irregularities do not ever occur,” he reflected aloud. “In my own case, here is a slight confession to balance your own story!”

  “My elder sister was involved in an accident in which her husband was killed, and she was badly injured. When she recovered and left the hospital she came to live with us, and as she was still bedridden she was constantly demanding my company in her room to keep her amused and happy.”

  “She was already able to move about in bed quite freely, and despite her injuries she was already as pretty and as lovable as ever-and as insistent that her seventeen year old brother was created for the purpose of carrying out her wishes and keeping her occupied-which I was by no means loath to do.”

  “She had discovered on one occasion that the disclosure of her lovely shoulders and bosom above the bedclothes aroused me to flushed interest, and I think it was more than a malicious amusement that filled her when she found that she could excite me.”

  “It was perhaps inadvertently that she let me see one naked and lovely breast-her nightrobe having fallen away from her bosom as I placed an extra pillow behind her at lunch time. I was stricken speechless by the delicious sight-and sister Mary noted my agitation and pleasure-and easily divined the cause.”

  “Thereafter I was permitted to see more and more of her charming person as I sat by her bedside reading aloud and she manoeuvred so as to place all her naked bust before my eyes under the loose nighty which she commonly wore-even though the result was a total lack of attention to the book from which I was reading.”

  “If I tried-and sometimes I did try-to see further than her delightful bosom, she would humor me in that too. For she would lean forward and ask me to adjust her pillows-moving her body in such a way that her nightdress swung open and disclosed her rounded breasts and the lovely body below.”

  “And then-ohh… Rose-that's right-bear downward with your lips… see, they will stretch… and it will slip-right in-all the head will go in… very gently — like that…”

  Breaking off in his narrative as the excited Rose, having licked every inch of the inflamed prick, suddenly gasped and applied her parted lips to the swelling head and sucked down on il. Francis Freeman was delighting now in the soft cradling of his throbbing sex in the moist warmth of Rose's pretty mouth.

  She whimpered with dismay as the bulging red head of his weapon strained her softly yielding lips to the uttermost, but a little sigh of satisfied delight escaped her as it finally slipped right in and found refuge in her hot little mouth. She blushed with renewed shame as he took cognisance of her eager prostitution of her lips-but she persisted valiantly in cramming her mouth with this nice luscious morsel.

  The shock to her nerves was immense-and thrilling — the experience of tasting and feeling this male sex invading every bit of her mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue round the head, drew down on the male juice, savouring the sharp flavor. She was quivering, almost fainting with the keen ecstasy it gave her.

  She had to support herself on her elbows upon his thighs, for her fingers never abandoned their hold on his darling sex. Merely to feel her lips imprisoning this softly warm bit of masculinity intoxicated her beyond words. Its taste-all the sensations of harboring it thus-were heady to her mind like strong wine. She sucked on it gently as he again began his own recital.

  She heard each word-but dimly, as from a great way off. Persistently she forced her mind to recall the disgrace of acting as she was acting. She literally fought to retain the immense shame which she should feel, but which was being eclipsed by a flood of perverse rapture. Her head whirled-and somewhere within it she heard the phrase 'cock sucker' which her husband had once pronounced, adding poignancy to her peculiar sense of pleasure.

  She told herself that she was just a naked animal at the man's feet-naked by his command and forced to minister to his lusts-she was not ev
en his mistress. And as she softly sucked and moved her tongue over this delicious mouthful, this woman of fine upbringing exulted in her own downfall.

  “As I sat thus on her bed,” continued Freeman, “my own healthy young cock would already be hardening from the view of her delightful bosom-and as I saw the nipples of her lovely breasts it would rapidly attain complete ejection.”

  “It became Mary's silent delight to lay her hand on my thigh while I tried to read when in this state-and then quite unconsciously let her errant fingers slip up a little further-to touch, furtively, at this stage, the object which distended my breeches.”

  “It chanced that I was a shy and inexperienced youth at that age-in spite of what you may think of me now. And I was not quite convinced that her approaches were really quite deliberate and planned. I think my sister relished my mute 'greenness.' She had only been married some three years, and was not herself a girl of much amatory wisdom-so that she might have felt incapable of further advances had not my own shyness drawn her along.”

  “The evening came when she wished to try to walk a few steps with my aid, so that we could 'surprise the folks downstairs' as she said. And with my aid-which I think was quite unnecessary-she twisted her legs out from beneath the bedclothes.”

  “She was rosily embarrassed-overcome by a sensuality so long penned up-as she projected her naked feet and then her legs from the bed to my delighted gaze! Even this much display thrilled me-for my somewhat prudish mother I had never even seen barefooted. And there my pretty sister sat-her thighs by now barely hidden. I thought that she was waiting for me to raise the coverlet so that she might emerge from the bed.”

  “I did so-and I gasped and quivered. For her rounded milk white thighs were naked to their summits-while at their convergence lay-equally exposed-the base of her belly and the blonde grove of her sex hair.”

  “She must have contrived, as she moved in the bed, to pull her nighty well up-and that fact perhaps explained the presence of such color in her face and such sensual languor in her eyes as I had never before seen.

  “Yet she exclaimed in apparent dismay as I thus displayed her secret nudities.

  “You could at least have given me a second to make sure that I was decent, Frank, before thus uncovering me,” she remonstrated-but so softly that I was not too ashamed.

  “I was just reaching down to see if my nightgown-was in order, when you pulled off the covers like that!” she complained softly.

  “I'm sorry, Mary…” I stammered.

  “But I noticed-and wondered-that she still sat just where she was-naked from her toes to her navel-and let me continue to look at her.”

  “It was such a shock,” she murmured, perhaps to explain her immobility. “It's left me quite weak. But after all we are brother and sister, and I guess you are old enough to find out how women are made-and very likely you've seen mother like this before now?”

  “There was a distinct query in Mary's voice. And I think she was a little pleased that it was her body which had afforded me my first glimpse of feminine sexual charms. And I know she was pleased as I added: 'I've never seen mother — but — you are really lovely, Mary darling…”

  “Silly boy!” she exclaimed, almost tenderly. “Why don't you help me up, so that the curtain will fall-instead of trying to flatter your ancient sister like that.”

  “She was so scantily clad-with her nighty drawn up so that it had become merely a white girdle with one breast just showing its rosy tip above-that I could hardly touch her without encountering nudity. I hesitated.”

  “Are you going to leave me in this disgraceful state all the evening?” she demanded weakly. “I'm so upset that I can barely move. I think you might first tuck away… m-my n-naked breast-”

  “I panted audibly with delight as I obeyed. To my young and inexperienced self it was the most exciting thing in the world that I should be able to touch with impunity one of those firm, full mounds with its pouting pink nipple. As if it had been a delicate and fragile jewel, I fingers and snuggled it hack into its nest of muslin and fragile lace.

  “And now…” Mary said, and her voice was none too steady as she spoke, “with your arm about me you ought to be able to walk me around the room.”

  “I tried to take her thus-as solicitously as possible. My hand trembled when it touched the fragrant delicacy of her white, smooth skin just below the disordered and tousled nighty.

  “Good heavens.” she expostulated again. “You haven't got to take me by the bare body, have you?”

  “Although her tone was so mild as not to startle me, she squirmed around in the attempt to assist in her own rising. The lovely thighs which had remained pressed together until now, were parted somewhat-and then more lavishly-and I saw what had hitherto been concealed from me-a faintly rosy gash running downwards between her legs from her plump mound with its abundant growth of ruddily golden hair.

  “If I breathed hard-so did she. And I think she was getting an enormous 'kick' out of showing her sex to her then innocent brother-for she prolonged the exposure far more than was necessary as she pretended to avail herself of my help.

  “It was some time later-after she had proudly walked about the room with my arm supporting her-that her own passion and her observation of my stiff erection impelled her to an uncontrollable and licentious advance far more deliberate than any she had hitherto made.”

  “She was back in bed-and I was sitting beside her as I read to her aloud. And suddenly-without any preliminaries her hand was upon my throbbing prick. I choked, stammered, ceased even to try to read. I trembled like a leaf as she deliciously squeezed and petted the huge swelling inside my trousers. She was shaking her head-looking at me with eyes which were suffused with languor.”

  “Poor boy-poor darling-ohhh… Frank!” she whispered huskily. She controlled her voice and began once more in a low tone. “Little sister is really much worried to find you like this-so very excited! It can't be good for you! But perhaps a little petting will make it feel much better?”

  “For a minute or two of extreme felicity for me-and of no great distress for her, you may be sure-she continued to mould and finger the swelling prick within my breeches until I was trembling from head to foot. The book had fallen unheeded to the floor. My sighs of shamed delight were almost moans of passion.”

  “Do you want Sis to do even more than this to try and… soothe you?” she whispered vibrantly. Her pretty face was flaming with excitement.

  “Go on-ohh… Mary darling-do whatever you wish to do!” I stammered.

  “It's not what I wish-it's what I think may be good for you!” she insisted, with an air of complacent virtue. “You may not think it's very nice-at first-what I'm going to do-but something just has to be done-about the state into which you've gotten yourself.”

  “Any… anything-you do-is nice…”I stammered feebly.

  “Her hand was loosening buttons. It crept inside-and I groaned aloud with delight as I felt my naked member taken in her caressing hand. And how she did pet me! Her long, pliant fingers took possession of my sex, and gloriously tormented my delighted prick with their wonderful caresses.”

  “Her breath came hissingly through her lips. With a new found strength she twisted upright on the bed-and took both hands now to uncover and bring to light the object of her devotion.”

  “You monster-ohh! You incredible… lovely and beautiful monster!” she cried hoarsely-as she beheld my rampant weapon in all its proud nudity.

  “She almost tore at my garments as she revealed all my private parts. My shame had vanished ere now. She lingered my balls-squeezed them gently-and let her slim fingers tangle in my genital hair… and then she seized in both hands the column of flesh which seemed to fascinate her…”

  “For a long time she played with it-giving me such sensations that I gasped in ecstasy. Her face was close to it now, she cooed over it. Her breath was hot upon its swelling head. She eyed the red cap about which her lips were poised and hoverin
g. I started-and suppressed a cry of utter delight. For all the tip of my cock was sucked in-throbbing and palpitating within the moist, warm paradise of Mary's hot little mouth.”

  Francis Freeman's voice faltered as he panted out these last words. And Rose quivered to the depths of her being at the culmination of his story. And not even the fact that the frenzied throbbing of his prick within her mouth showed that the instant of her complete degradation was at hand served to make her wish to withdraw her prostituted mouth.

  As if instinctively, she sucked more softly and licked more gently as she drew down on the smooth cap, and then she heard him gasp deliriously and knew that her mouth was about to receive his pulsing sperm.

  Her eyes one lambent flame, she raised them to his face in time to see the delight portrayed there-nor did she mind in the least now that he should be looking down upon her abject occupation and witness her intense delight in it.

  She moaned faintly and stranglingly as her tongue felt the first jet of his sperm. “Ohh-ohh! Ohh!” she gasped. And then drew it down her throat with apparent ecstasy. She continued to draw gently upon the spouting member — and swallowed with frenzied pleasure every drop which her lips and tongue could drain from him.

  A few minutes later Rose stirred and sighed faintly as she heard his low voice. Her breasts throbbed upon the bared masculine thighs. She shook about her shamed and flaming face her long hair, which had become unbound and then she lifted her head mere inches towards him.

  “Come out!” he repeated.

  “I can't… ohh! I daren't…!” she wailed. “How c-can I ever 1-look you in the face again-after-after all that happened!”

  “Another time I should pull you out forcibly-and treat you with severity for such disobedience,” he said gently. “But I realize that you feel covered with shame, not only for having pleased me so delightfully-but by being so thrilled yourself while doing it. Come out here to me!”