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  She scrambled out in submission to his wish-to stand by his side with downcast eyes and blushing cheeks.

  “Now kiss me!” he demanded.

  “You wish-you actually wish… you are willing to to kiss me… after that.” she whispered. “Let me at least go and clean my lip?”

  He laughed softly and drew her nudity down towards him until their two mouths were yoked. Then he pulled her onto his knee and kissed her once more.

  “You were simply marvelous. Rose!” he said. “I think you are a genius at that caress-and if you still entertain any ideas of being released from my yoke-you can forget it… for I wouldn't part with you for the world.”

  It was his first acknowledgment that he considered her now as something belonging to him, even though he had treated her as such and though she had felt herself to be his chattel during the past two hours.

  But she could not resent even that now. She was not so certain that she wished to do so. She could only sigh- and avoid his eyes-and when he raised his lips again- stoop down to kiss him very softly and tenderly.

  “And now you can tell me how unspeakably terrible it all was!” he bade her.

  “Terrible! Terrible… not terrible?” she breathed. “It was-you know how I found it-the most wonderful thing I have ever done. I can't hide the fact-so why should I try to deny it? You say I did it nicely… but you must know that I'd sooner die than do it with anyone but you!”

  “But-my precious-and estimable and charming little lady,” he smiled. “I think that you were born to perform this very delightful act-it merely chanced that I was the fortunate man to discover the fact.”

  “But if you should happen to be in the presence of some other stalwart and naked virility-and if you do not feel the intense longing to take it in your mouth- then you may come back to me and say once more that you love only-my prick.”

  But she was so visibly distressed by his mocking words that he felt impelled to desist.

  He had placed her astride his bare thigh, which was now stripped almost to the knee by her efforts to reach as much of his flesh as possible while she sucked him off. And he had raised his shirt so that he might press the warm mounds of her naked breasts to his bare skin. Rose sighed repeatedly at the contact-and shivering, pressed his bare leg between her thighs.

  Her agitated sex was warm and moist to his skin. Her own excitement, enhanced by all this, was almost pitiful. It gave her sufficient daring to fondle lightly the man who had mastered her, and of whom she stood in such oddly delightful dread. She rubbed her cheeks on the matted hair of his chest. She bent down in his surrounding arm to tickle the pit of his navel with the tips of her swelling breasts.

  And all the time she kept casting surreptitious glances downward to where that instrument of sex which she had sucked hung massively down. Such was its bulk still, that she could hardly believe it was soft now. Her drooping hand ventured to touch it-and then, scared by having taken this sensual initiative without his permission, she cast a quick glance at his face to see if he was irate.

  But he was smiling-and under that quizzical look she flushed anew and hid her face on his neck.

  “It is not anything to be ashamed of, Rose,” he laughed, “that you are still vibrating with passion. I have had a relief which thrilled me-but you have had none except the joy which you experienced in sucking my prick.”

  She shivered almost luxuriantly under his tormenting and brazenly reminding words. Perversely he continued: “If time permitted I would lay you on the table here and then compel you to relieve yourself with your finger before my eyes. And if your son were present I should offer him his mother's naked body-and he would fuck you till you really squealed with rapture and begged for my mercy…”

  Dismayed and dumb with horror, the woman flared and shook with fear and desire intermingled at the horror of his suggestions.

  “Even as it is I think you will have some relief if you obey me now. For I value you too much to let you suffer at the expense of your health. I realize what haunts and intrigues you-it is my prick… in its present state of repose. You are curious at its apparent softness and its bulk. Get down there for a moment-and take it again in your mouth.”

  Kneeling down, she complied-and with evidence of real eagerness rather than compliance this time. The plump softness and whiteness of the drooping organ was thrilling and fascinating. She drew down on its shrunken head with ardent fervor, harboring within her red mouth much more of its length than she had managed to absorb on the previous occasion.

  She tasted the great morsel-and adored it. Furtively she touched the great testicles-and fondled the soft yet firm shaft outside her clinging lips with caressing fingers. She sucked lightly-looking up at him for permission.

  Suddenly she gurgled with surprise and pleasure. Inside her warm mouth the great head of his sex had uncapped itself as it swelled. It filled the rosy cavern in which it lay. Her lips were once more distended strainingly by its bulk. And the white shaft which her finger-tips still caressed was once more unbelievably expanded and hard.

  “Stop now… that's all!” he said, smiling. For the naked Rose was moaning her frenzied wish to repeat her previous feat with this lovely sex, and her draining lips were sucking and her soft tongue tickling and caressing very busily.

  “I only wish to disabuse you of the notion that your charms had even temporarily put me hors de combat,” he added. “Now straddle my leg again. That's it. Now-do with this soft hand of yours what you like-and find too, what other pleasures you may in this posture.”

  Even though Rose did not fully comprehend at first the meaning of his words-nature drove her on. Carnally inflamed as she was-she could not help rubbing her throbbing slit upon the hairy thigh which she bestrode- and all the while her dangling hand fed the fire that consumed her by toying most lasciviously with the now rigid member of her Lord and Master.

  Pantingly she breathed forth what he understood to be a plea for further information regarding his youthful adventure with his charming sister, Mary.

  “So that episode interested you?” he queried. “I rather thought it might. And you may be sure it interested vastly the seventeen year old boy I then was. The mere fact that my older sister wished to take my prick in her mouth and suck it mystified me tremendously. But once my startled surprise gave way to the thrills that penetrated all my flesh-how I did enjoy it.”

  “She told me she had learned this pleasant habit from her late husband-and had sucked him daily thereafter, to the extent that she might well have ruined his health if she had insisted on extracting his sperm every time.

  “She had sucked me off and swallowed my spend with great relish that first time. Frightened perhaps by what she had done, she petted and soothed me afterwards for a long time. She even wept, I remember, and reproached herself bitterly-until she saw how the experience had thrilled and delighted me.

  “On subsequent occasions she permitted me indulgently to strip her quite naked on her bed-and to familiarize myself thoroughly with her lovely body. This was a keen pleasure to me-indeed to both of us-for my sister had that keen pleasure in showing her body indecently that is characteristic of so many girls-more especially those who know their bodies to be admirably formed.

  “Mary sucked me every day-sometimes to the glorious finale-but more frequently stopping just this side of the climax-with a self restraint that I now realize was admirable in its solicitude for my health.

  “Yet a minor calamity was impending-and one which much impressed me-particularly because it served to stir my pretty but somewhat prudish mother into action. It seemed that our long daily sessions-so eagerly awaited by both of us-aroused her interest if not her suspicions. So she then descended to a little spying-and she must have gotten an eyeful.

  “But although a woman of action she restrained herself from breaking in on us. She determined at once that she was not going to have her only son ruined by such practices if she could help it And in pursuance of her resolve she came to my
bedroom that night.

  “Since her hitherto inveterate prudishness had caused her to cease such visits when I reached my teens, I was quite naturally much impressed — the more so in that owing to her wish not to arouse my father from sleep, she had come barefoot and in her nightgown.

  “I was aroused by the turning on of the bedroom light She questioned me-and when I denied everything she then confronted me with what she herself had seen. I think that I cried a little. Much moved, she cradled me in her arms, absolving me gently of most of the blame. Then she asked me again-and now I related to her most of what had occurred.

  “And now comes the delicate part of the situation, Rose. My mother was a woman of extreme rectitude, as I have indicated. But my tale was not exactly a calming potion — even for a mother. And I shall never know how much her subsequent actions were dictated by maternal anxiety and how much by a perhaps unconscious lasciviousness born of her discoveries and of my story.

  “In any event she whispered nervously something about the possibility that I had been injured by what had happened. And she pulled the bedclothes from me. I wore a nightshirt at that time, and she caught at this tremulously after she had raised the covers.

  “I must ascertain, dear,” she whispered, “whether you appear to have been harmed. You are too young to realize the danger to which your sister Mary may have exposed you, the wretched girl must have been crazy to have done such a thing.”

  “I shall never forgive her if I find that you have been harmed in any way — or weakened in your powers. I should have explained to you about sexual matters-I see that now. Lie still and let mother see-Francis.”

  “I was not protesting-although more shaken than even when my sister had stripped me naked. Mother bared me to above the navel-and I heard her gasp softly.

  “Then she took a seat on my bed. 'Close your eyes, dear — don't even look at me as I examine you,' she said. 'Lie perfectly still. Oh! God! That my boy should be a man already-and such a man! ft is unbelievable. You dwarf your father, Francis! But what am I saying? Heavens!'

  “Her final words were whispered-and I hardly think she was aware of their being audible. She was gazing down with something approaching awe at the sturdy shaft that was reposing on my testicles.

  “But now the shaft stirred-for not even the fact that it was my mother who had denuded me could quite prevent the sexual agitation due to my nudity in the presence of a woman. I turned my head nervously on my pillow and half opened my eyes.

  “And now my mother, gazing fixedly at my genitals and all my naked body, sighed feverishly and gave a low gasp as she saw my prick raise its head and begin to stiffen. There was a clear light behind her-and through the thin nighty that she wore her breasts and all her torso were displayed to me as if she were nude.”

  “She was slender but beautifully built. Her breasts were like twin apples of delight, and through the gauzy silk I could discern the clustering curls that covered her mount and I shivered and sighed in my turn. Then I gasped aloud — for bending forward impulsively she had taken my swelling penis in both her hands.

  “Don't be nervous, dear!” she faltered, although I think it was she who was the more overwrought by this time. And then she handled investigatingly my prick and balls. I heard inarticulate murmurs from her parted lips. She reached for a reading lamp beside my bed-and she told me to hold this so that its light illuminated my genitals and allowed her to peer and finger me everywhere.

  “You are a monster-a lovely monster, my son!” she told me at last. “And mother is so relieved to find that you have not been injured by your experiences with your sister. But I shall tell Mary that they must end immediately. I would rather that she left the house than this.”

  “Oh! But mother!” I cried. “It was so lovely! don't make her stop. I'm a man, you see-it can't hurt me now — please mother!”

  “Yes! I see that you are at least a man,” she said as she capped the ruddy head of my sex in her palm, while her other hand fondled its length tremulously.

  “But it may have been my insistent assertion that I was a man which lodged in her mind and which was the seed of an idea which bore strange fruit later.

  “She had the promised interview with my sister Mary the next day, and I heard the nervously raised, angry voice of my sister and the quieter replies of my mother as she attempted not to attract my father's attention. I could hear Mary threaten to leave the house forever. And then my mother spoke at some length. My sister replied in a softer tone. Then my mother saying:

  “If you would only content yourself with that. Mary, it might even do him some good-and you also. Now that the matter had gone so far-and as the dear boy says- he is really a man now…”

  There was a low but emphatic assent on my the part of my sister.

  “But can I trust you?” enquired my mother anxiously. “Now that I know of this terrible and licentious desire of yours which I simply will not permit with Francis- I shall be afraid…”

  “Good heavens!” exclaimed my sister Mary, “do you think any woman with this incredible huge thing buried in her could have any wish for other indulgences? If you could see Frank's incredible monster just for a moment!”

  “I have seen it,” confessed mother nervously and in a somewhat shamed voice.

  “Then it must have been very recently,” said my sister, with what sounded like a jealous intonation. “For he had always told me how very prudish you had been with him — and I thought you were very silly about it.”

  “His… thing… is indeed marvelous.” sighed mother. It was in direct consequence of this discussion that the most startling incident now occurred. For on the following day my father chanced to be away on business-and that night my dear mother astounded me by rousing me from bed, conducting me to my sister's room, stripping off my night shirt, and introducing me between the sheets of my waiting sister's bed.

  “I found Mary there as naked as myself! She hugged me to her-telling me not to worry-everything was all right!”

  “And with her slender naked body in my arms I was quite prepared to believe her,” added Francis Freeman.

  “Your sister Mary will make a real man of you, Francis dear,” sighed my flushed mother. “She will show you the proper way of sexual enjoyment I agreed to this-thinking that it might be in your best interests-and realizing that after all such a manhood as yours must be appeased.”

  She turned as if to go-somewhat reluctantly it seemed. From the doorway she gave a last backwards glance and then, with a little cry of dismay, hurriedly returned to the bedside.

  For already my insatiable sister had bared both of us by throwing back the coverlet. Crimson with desire from the contact of our naked bodies and from the surreptitious fondling of my prick, she did not perhaps realize that mother was still in the room.

  In any event, she was crouching above me like a tigress over its prey and madly kissing my rampant prick.

  “None of that!” cried my mother. “You know what you have promised, Mary. Unless you keep your word, I shall take Francis back to his room at once!”

  “I had no intention of sucking him,” disclaimed Mary furiously. “I meant to let him-take me-in the normal way. But I suppose I may kiss and caress just for a few moments such a wonderful-darling… cock-as his?”

  “Yes-ohh… yes! I know how you feel,” gasped my mother. “But I am so afraid that you will not be able to hold yourself back from that other…”

  “Then supervise it for yourself-for heaven's sake!” exclaimed Mary furiously.

  “My mother's face paled. Her sensitive nostrils flared. She hesitated-and then seated herself determinedly on the bedside. “I will,” she whispered. “I feel that if I am here-that it would be safer.”

  “Far too inflamed with desire to pay any further attention to her audience, my sister bowed her head over me again. She kissed and licked furiously the virility-which had contracted somewhat from its owner's incredulity and dismay over the situation.

  “She kis
sed it hotly-and then licked it once more-while her fingers tickled my testicles… fondled all my nudity. Into the pale face of my mother the blood was rushing once more-she was pink with embarrassment-or some other emotion.

  “But-I don't th-think,” she stammered, “that such a caress as th-this belong with — with a normal embrace between a man and a girl.”

  “What do you know about it?” cried my exasperated young sister, raising her head to glare at me. “You-you with father… as mild as milk-and your damnable placidity all around the house. Since you insist on being here-sit still and learn something about a real… fuck…between two people with real bodily passions.”

  “My mother blushed as I had never seen her-and bowed her head before the storm. She shivered as she saw my sister literally chewing my sex hair and then crowding her soft lips for a moment over the ruddy hair of my rigid prick.”

  Almost timidly she took one of my hands-and with her other hand stroked and patted my body-as if to reassure me that she would not permit matters to go too far and too violently.

  Mary bent to lay her stiff little nipples to my lips-one after the other-and whispered to me to lick and suck them in turn-as she drew one of my hands down in between her parted legs-and kissed my lips hotly and sucked my eager tongue.

  Then my sister simply fell upon me. She clasped me with her lovely arms and legs-twining them frenziedly round my quivering body-and then she rolled over on her back, taking me with her. Now I was mounted upon her-and our excited breathing rose in unison.

  The complaisance of my mother now attained a height which astounded me. For upon the demand of my overwrought sister she thrust a pillow beneath her squirming: bottom-and watched eagerly as I thrust up at the crotch before me-still somewhat ignorant of the proper method of entering it in due form.

  “Ohh! Mother! Just look at the stupid boy,” gasped Mary frantically, as she tried to wriggle into position beneath me. “Do take his prick, mother, and show him where to go-he'll slit me wide open if he makes a mistake with that-that thing of his!”