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The Progidal
Virgin

by

Homer G. Thomas

Dijon, France

International Classics

CHAPTER 1
"Life is very difficult, isn't it, Stanley?" sighed the gray-eyed, pensive
girl in the blue bathing suit.
The husky youth who sat Buddha-fashion by her side suppressed the
smile which might have offended his sister-in-law in her present essay
at a philosophical mood. "It's no cinch," he agreed gravely. "It's nothing
to rave about. The best thing is to follow the path of least resistance: to
do what you want as nearly as possible and to let the codes and
customs of the majority — composed entirely of asses — hamper one
very little at most."
"But surely," she objected, turning for an instant a pink and pretty face,
her forehead puckered with thought, upon him. "Surely that is
cynicism — and one is not made happy by becoming cynical. Down
through the generations mankind must have been making some
progress in regulating itself wisely and so the rules which men have
evolved should be followed as the nearest approach to wisdom in
conduct which is available."
In her earnestness — and the pleasure at finding herself in communion
for the first time with a very likeable brother by marriage — who had
heretofore shown her only a frivolous side — Marion Stone ceased to
regard the blue waters so near at hand and turned upon an elbow to
gaze at him. In the process of moving, she extended at full length a pair
of unusually charming and quite naked legs. Dimples hovered
distractingly just about the knees, vague suggestions of rose in skin
which was otherwise of a tender, immaculate whiteness. Her thighs
sloped gradually upward into soft fullness just below the tight blue
trunks. The round calves sloped downward to the symmetry of her
ankles which the man's five fingers could easily have surrounded. Her
slender bare feet were as white as milk, except for the ten polished
pink gems of the nails.
Marion stirred uneasily as she noted what seemed the ardent attention
of his gaze upon the nude limbs, which she was now for the first time
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showing him so fully. She laid a semi-shielding and equally wellmolded
arm along a thigh.
Since Stanley Cochrane noted a wee moue of apparent regret that he
should seem to be paying attention to matters, other than her words,
and since a slow flush arose in the face of the pretty Marion, his brown
eyes became immediately profound, as if, though fixed upon her
person, they were in reality just the windows of the pondering mind
which she had aroused by her reflections.
"Er — I was thinking, Maro—" he began.
"Maro," she murmured, pleased. "No one else calls me that. I think I
rather like it."
"A rich thing and mine own," he observed modestly. "I feel that I must
have my own copyrighted cognomens for those of whom I am
especially fond."
"Very dear and very flattering of you," said the girl, jerking her pretty
head in a pseudo-curtsey restricted by her posture.
"I think up dainty names for all the few I love."
"Oh, love! On the third day of our acquaintance?" she smiled gently
but with no coquetry whatever. "'Fond' was nice, but 'love'!"
"Do you discard the proffered and genuine affection of your brother?"
he inquired sternly. "Are there no longer hearts in the young girls of
America? In that case, woe be upon this frigid and unhappy land!"
"Of course we have hearts. I have a nice warm one — but it's not on my
sleeve, even when I wear a sleeve. I'm quite prepared to — yes, even
love — my brother. I've always wanted a brother and I think you'll do
nicely. But, well, I guess it was the way you said 'love' that jarred me
just the least bit."
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"Be that as it may," he said hastily, with a swift look into the clear and
candid gray eyes, "I suppose a fellow's voice may slip as well as his foot.
But, if I had known you were so sensitive to intonations, I'd have
telegraphed what I wanted to say. The fact is, nevertheless, that —
what was it I was going to say? Oh, yes — I had a sweet name for your
sister, Mildred. I called her Mildew. But do you suppose she
appreciated the poesy of it?"
"How mean! A darling, lovely girl like Mildred!" cried the younger
sister. "And they told me when I got back from California — after you
had swept her off her feet and married her — that you called her
Glory, short for Glory of all the world! Men are nice things to have
about!"
"Thank you. I was certain I could quickly convert you to that theory,"
he smiled.
"I shall marry at the age of eighty-two," Marion told the blue water of
Lake Michigan.
"I advise seventy-five — when you will still be sweet and full of
distilled ardor," he suggested. "That will give you fifty-five years more
in which to sow wild oats from here to Suez."
His sister-in-law flushed sensitively and he knew it was because of his
use of the word "ardor."
"You have a very bad effect on a person," she decided. "I was talking
seriously trying to bring worthwhile ideas into our conversation and
suddenly I find we are talking nonsense."
"I love only serious thoughts myself," he observed. "It is only when
trying to humor some minx that I ever converse lightly, and I was about
to advise you, when you became flippant, not to count upon any
advance in mankind down through the ages save in material progress.
He is much less worthy of, say, Plato and Aristotle. And the best thing
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to do is to thumb your nose at his rules and regulations, which are
calculated to make life even more drab than it need be."
"Heavens! That would lead us to chaos — to paganism — to anarchy!"
"And the best thought of the ages," he went on eloquently, "boils down
to the question of whether anyone ever informed you that your legs
are without superiors and equals among the snowy and superb limbs
which have launched ships and many more important things?"
"I knew it was a mistake," mourned Marion distressedly, "to put on this
indecent suit and come out here with you. Mildred laughed at the prim
one I brought from Grandmother's in California. This is one of hers —
and I'm afraid I bulge here and there, more than she does. But I
outweigh her by only eight pounds and she swore it was just right for
me. When I protested, she told me not to be silly but it's you who are
being silly!"
She was rosy now, sitting upright with the admired and admirable legs
clasped in her arms and with knees bent seeking what concealment
was possible.
"See," he remarked placidly. "You ruin the dimples when you bend
your knees like that. You iron them out very wasteful. I fear they are
gone for good. No, by George! There is one back again when I
straighten out a leg once more. I believe that, if properly coaxed, I
might go so far as to apply a kiss of welcome to that wandering dimple,
which I thought gone forever. I am liberal that way."
"Stanley Cochrane, don't you dare kiss my knee!" gasped the girl. "Of
all things!"
He smiled up at her flushed face. His breath was warm upon her skin,
mere inches away from the dimple which so enticed him. His fingers
delighted in the velvet smoothness of the thigh and calf which he had
grasped in straightening out, with gentle force, the naked leg nearest
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him. "What a fussy sister! One can't even demonstrate one's warm
affection for her," he said. "Don't blame me, little dimple. I was about to
welcome your return with affection but the iron-souled boss says no. I
suggest, Maro," he went on, sitting up and removing his dismaying
hands from the lovely limb, "I suggest that your dimples — and all
other forbidden spots be court plastered as a warning to tempted lips.
That would include each cheek, both knees, probably your shoulders
and loins, maybe your white little stomach, and perhaps even other
places."
"You are being nothing short of horrible!" said the blushing damsel. "I
think we had better go back to the house."
There was genuine amusement in his smile and some touch of
incredulity, as well. "You're almost too good to be true, Maro," he said.
"The funny part of it is, you're real — all these cute little pruderies, I
mean. You launch into philosophy to try to hide a certain confusion
over finding yourself in a scant and marvelously becoming bathing
suit with a member of your own household. Oh, yes, I know what
started you off! And it jars you so obviously even to hear the word 'leg'
from a man's lips that I am tempted to follow you about for a couple of
days, calling out 'Leg, leg' at intervals and watching you blush."
"I — well, I suppose I do appear prudish," confessed his newly acquired
relative. "I'm beginning to realize that from the way Mildred laughs at
me and her friends smile. I guess I've drifted behind the times at
Grandmothers house, practically alone with her for the past seven
years, ever since our parents died. Mildred was with Uncle Frank and
Aunt Josephine, you know, and she had no prim governess bringing
her up as I had. I don't like to feel that I'm different from the rest of you
in this lovely little colony on the lake. I'd rather be laughed at gently
though, the way Mildred and the other girls do, than to feel that I'm a
sort of a wet blanket, to see people constrained when I'm around, not
feeling I'm one of them," the maiden went on, warming to a subject
which had evidently preoccupied.
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"I want to be liked, you see, and I don't want to appear critical. But
some of the things said and done all about me do fluster me and I can't
help showing it, I suppose. In our nice eyrie on the cliff over the beach, I
knew vaguely that times and ways were changing, especially among
young people. But I had no idea — why, for instance, Grandmother
would certainly have fainted if she'd seen Mildred calmly letting
Gerard Crandall stroll into her boudoir while the pedicure man was
busy on her feet. But nobody except me seemed to think a thing of it,
and you only grinned and winked at me when you saw me get
uncomfortable. Yet, her legs were bare — and crossed, too — and that
Gerry perched on an ottoman right in front of her. And the man had
such informal ways of twisting her legs — you see, I can say the awful
word now — while he worked on her feet. And I knew, Stanley
Cochrane — and you knew — that she had practically nothing on!
She's as nice as a girl can be, my sister, but I can't accustom myself to
such changes in what is thought proper! Grandmother would fully
have expected you to take both those men by the neck, knock their
heads together and push them out, especially as one couldn't help
seeing how impertinent their eyes were and how they kept trying to
see more. And as for Mildred, she would have put her on bread and
water, even if she is twenty-two and married!"
"Well, well, well!" ejaculated the smiling Stanley. "We've got the
young nun to unburden her mind, haven't we? But what are a few legs,
Maro, dear, between friends? It is exactly that preoccupation with
concealment, with artificial, silly conventions that made the
generations of your grandmother and our parents about as nastyminded
a crew as the world ever saw. The chance view of the lace on a
pair of drawers and maybe a bit of girlish skin beneath it would send a
fellow into convulsions in those days. And if a male statue wore only a
fig leaf, the mind of the female observer was instantly at work with
dire imaginings of what lay beneath!"
"Stanley, how can you be so gross!" exclaimed the flushed Marion. "Oh,
I know you don't mean to be insulting, that it's just this new
broadmindedness, I suppose you all call it. But that reminds me..."
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A new grievance to be discussed with her novel father confessor took
her mind from his own offence.
"They're forever cracking horrid jokes," she said, "all these young
people, married or unmarried. Everybody laughs and then I watch
them watching me to see how soon I will catch the wretched point and
to see me blush when I do. And I would never see it at all most of the
time if it weren't for their reactions, which force me to see an indecent
allusion after a bit. But it makes me feel as if they look on me as
backward and stupid, and I'm not stupid, I'm not!"
"No, you most certainly are not. You are about the cleverest of the
bunch as far as mind goes," he agreed. "Just wriggle your little toes
again, Maro. I like to see them squirm that way in the sand — they're
too cute for words."
"You're a horrid great silly yourself!" proclaimed his pretty sister-inlaw,
turning full upon her back and thrusting the dainty toes deeply
into the soft sand for concealment. "And why should I be taking you for
a confidant in these matters, I can't think. And another thing — that
Gerry Crandall snatched up one of Mildred's bare feet when he got up
to go and he kissed her toes. And she kicked at him with the other foot
and, well, she certainly needed bloomers or something at that instant.
Of course, all this would never have happened if you hadn't been right
there, grinning and taking it as a joke, for she's devoted to you. You
know that very well."
"You sweet babe!" whispered her companion so low as to make it
apparent that he hardly knew he was audible in his exclamation.
The gray and admirable eyes turned swiftly upon him in surprise,
while the dusky gold of her head lay still. It was clear that Marion had
intended an admonition against an exclamation worded too
affectionately. But she started when she saw his reddened face glow
amid its tan, the brown eyes glow even more noticeably, and the fine
lips and the strong fingers none too steady.
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"What — what—!" she stammered, stricken into immobility by his
visible and inexplicable agitation.
Stanley drew a long breath and passed the back of a sun-bronzed hand
over his eyes. "It's your position, little Miss Innocence," he remarked.
"Your position and the fact that Mildred hardly realized, no doubt,
how your lovely body would strain the light mesh of that bathing
garment."
The girl did not comprehend even yet, though she was trembling and
flushing under his eyes.
She had raised her round knees and parted them in order to bury her
small white feet in the sand when he had too openly admired the toes.
Her lithe, well-fleshed, and adorably formed body was encased as in a
second skin by the taut garment, whose scantiness was emphasized by
the position she had thoughtlessly assumed.
Stricken mute, bewildered by his sudden excitement, she would have
lowered her knees and rolled upon her face. But he stayed her with a
gentle hand and voice, taking himself under control.
"Lie just as you are, Maro," he said, "while I itemize for you your
offences against the tranquility of a hitherto pure mind, while I show
you that you are just a darling white serpent in this Eden preaching
Victorianism, but a living, breathing, lovely temptation yourself."
"Do, please, Stanley, not be that way!" quavered the uncomprehending
Marion — beginning, nevertheless, to understand and to blush
furiously. "I should never have worn this thing, I realize now. I did tell
Mildred so, but she said I was a nincompoop and that I mustn't be so
ridiculously modest, especially when I was going to bathe with my
brother-in-law."
"Mildred shall have a case of champagne and five pounds of
chocolates," observed the lady's husband. "And if she were here this
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minute, she should have something which she would prize much more
than those gifts. No, don't you stir until I have enumerated your faults
and my grievances.
"Item: I can see the lower curves of two white and very tempting girlish
buttocks emerging from the tense silk of that suit as you lie that way.
No — don't you dare move until I am through, I swear to God!
"Item: breasts that would make even an anchorite mad with desire,
almost worse than naked under my eyes. They seem so hard and firm
that not even the straining blue silk can flatten them. And it fails
utterly, when you lie thus, to do more than film over the whiteness of
the lovely heaps and the roses of the little nipples."
"I — oh — I had no idea I was so very nearly bare!" Marion managed to
gasp. "Please let me move, Stanley — let me get at that beach robe—!"
"Lie quite still," he directed sternly. "Item: I can see the very snow of
your belly rising and falling with your breathing. I can even see the
tiny pit at the center and I can see that I was not mistaken when I spoke
of concealed dimples."
"I — oh, heavens — I'll never wear this suit or one like it again!" halfwailed
the appalled girl. "I didn't realize — yet all the girls seem to
wear such bathing apparel here. I've seen them from a distance. And I
got into this position without knowing how it displayed me. I simply
won't lie here any longer like this. Take your great hands off my
shoulders ... and knees...!"
"You're in no state to argue with a shocked and offended man," he
assured her. "A man intent on reformation, a man who knows how easy
it would be for him to turn you over and pull that silk completely off
from a dimpled bottom which is already half-bare, a man who would
have no compunctions in turning that white backside rosy. Just the
least move and I swear you shall catch it, Maro, my dear!"
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"Item: although I've seen fair ladies and maidens of our summer colony
in contraptions like this — and not without concern on my part — I've
never before seen one of them in this very suggestive position while
thus scantily clad. It's a position, my dear little sister-in-law, commonly
reserved for the nuptial chamber and the nuptial couch. Ah, you
would, would you!"
In a frenzy of shame as she caught the purport of his words, poor Marion
had suddenly writhed from his detaining hands and was trying to
scramble to her feet. With a stretch of his powerful and sinewy frame,
her bother-in-law caught her by an ankle. She tumbled upon the soft
sand, unharmed but squealing.
Not even the determined smile of the man — beneath which
smoldered something alien to mirth — could reassure the struggling
Marion in the least as she was drawn across his bare and extended legs,
face downward.
"Don't you dare!" she panted as she felt his fingers thrust the thinly
veiled silk upwards and completely off from one hemisphere of her
rear mounds. "I — oh, heavens, Stanley, are you mad? I'll tell Mildred
— I'll tell everybody!"
"After dinner at the cafe would be a good time," he murmured shakily.
Shakily, because the snowy satin of that perfect buttock beneath his
eyes and his fingers was moving him mightily. "Must I spank, Maro,
dear? Or will you get back as you were until I've finished lecturing
you?"
Already his fingers were busy with the task of laying the other
promontory naked.
"Yes, yes, yes — yes, I will!" wailed the shame-ridden maiden. "Oh, I
would never have supposed you such a perfect monster!"
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And the position — flat on her back, knees raised and well parted —
which she had so innocently and unthinkingly assumed earlier,
became, by his hands guiding her to resume it and by her present
realization of what it had suggested to him, a posture which shook her
with vast embarrassment.
"Now, then. Item: a very, very, suggestive prominence in a very
delicate region," he said brazenly. "If you close your legs again, Maro,
over you go on your soft stomach. Wider, wider yet — that's it. Now let
me tell you that, although I've seen attractive little bulges at the
crotch of many a bathing suit on this beach, I've never seen such a
plump, pudgy, cute, hair-shrouded hill obtrude its presence on my
entranced but reproving eyes here or anywhere. Baby girl, sweet sister,
I can almost see the exact hue of the little grove against the whiteness
of the skin. Whiteness, did I say? Yet it seems to me that there is
something dimly visible which is not altogether white, a something so
delicate, so altogether enticing and maddening that—!"
But not even the fear of his fraternal violence upon her still unclad
rear cushions could hold the frantic and shamed Marion any longer in
that obvious position.
He allowed her to scramble to her feet. Trembling, she turned her back
upon him that he might not see her suffused and lovely features,
forgetting entirely the nudity of the hillocks which he had bared.
Suddenly a soft kiss, perhaps apologetic in part, since the distress of the
girl was so evident and so burning, was laid upon the back of her neck.
Unrebuked fingers performed the Samaritan task of drawing the blue
silk downward over the twin mounds below.
"Oh — d-don't — don't k-kiss me!" he heard in a tremulous voice.
"How incredibly horrible you have been to me, Stanley Cochrane!"
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CHAPTER 2
"Horrible!" he cried, in a tone suggesting gentle reproach and
righteous indignation. "Horrible for kissing affectionately the mere
back of your neck — and for taking pains to cover chastely that
beautiful bottom which you had carelessly allowed to become stark
naked? I think such a frame of mind as yours requires heroic
treatment!"
And Marion — who had added to his regret over the concealment of
the snowy behind by nervously pulling the silk farther downward yet
— emitted squeals of genuine dismay as she felt herself caught to the
stalwart and light-clad figure of her audacious brother-in-law.
She was pressed in his left arm, face to face with him, their bodies in
conjunction. Already his right hand was busy in raising the pliant, thin
silk once more over the smooth skin of a hillock, which he was
delighted beyond words to touch thus in its nudity.
Holding her tightly against him, he managed to glance down for
another look at the swelling cushion.
"I think just a bit of paddling may be necessary, after all," he said
thickly. "When a child, still a mere college girl, so far forgets the
respect due to five long years of seniority over her — to an elder
brother — as to use such language towards him!"
"I didn't use such language," protested Marion shakily but vehemently.
"I said you had been horrible to me, and you're being even more
horrible now. Stanley, let me go, take your hand away from me! This is
awful — you know it is! I can't get used to the kind of jokes you people
play. I can't and I won't! I demand respect — even from my brother-inlaw.
I won't have this! I'm positively crushed against you and you're
brutal, brutal, taking advantage of your strength and our isolation!"
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He whistled long and loud, and Marion clapped a trembling little
hand to his lips. "They'll all hear — and come — and see — and think
terrible things!" she whispered, alarmed.
"I thought you were complaining of isolation," he said with a smile. "I
was going to provide you with a tribunal of fair judges who would
decide your case strictly on its merits and determine how many smacks
your pretty bottom deserves.
"You should be ashamed to expose me that way!" cried the girl,
struggling vainly in his enwrapping arms. "Let my arms loose and let
me cover myself. Stanley Cochrane, if you keep on patting me down
there, I shall scream! You know this is well past a joke, no matter what
all these frivolous creatures think permissible. Listen, Stanley, have
some regard for my standards, of what I think right and wrong!"
The touch of pathos in her tone, in the flushed and lovely little face
and the gray eyes raised in pleading to him moved the excited man.
"Silly dear; oh, silly, silly little dear!" he said softly. "There'd be much
more fun in your life if only you wouldn't adhere so obstinately to
outworn standards that make intimate bits of frivolity something
formidable and disgraceful. I think it's my duty to try to convert you to
a modern view. Perhaps I'll spare you the whacking you deserve on this
one naked buttock. But you shall pay a little forfeit, young lady."
He clasped her more closely, body to body. Her firm and exquisite
young breasts were ground against his chest. Their thinly veiled
abdomens were glued together. He heard the maiden gasp and saw
her shiver and endeavor vainly to withdraw as she sensed against her
person the effect of this "play" upon him.
"A — a forfeit—?" she murmured quaveringly.
He saw her lovely gray eyes swimming now, lifted momentarily to his.
And all her unconscious and shamed admission of her knowledge of
the alteration in his person agitated him the more.
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"First, " he said, "you shall strip your other buttock completely with
your own hands. I shall look down and see that you do it. And then you
shall put your lovely arms about my neck and give me a nice,
affectionate and sisterly kiss. Then you shall turn about and give me
one good view — better than I've had yet — of your white rump."
"You are a perfectly nasty wretch!" wailed Marion. "I looked forward
to being an affectionate sister to you. But you have to bring shameful
and terrible things into our relationship. I shall never, never come
bathing with you again!"
"In which case," he observed mildly, "off comes this wisp of a bathing
suit entirely. And I shall see whether sister is like unto sister when
unclad. And I shall see whether I have been reliably informed by one
Mrs. Mildred Cochrane regarding the interesting point that her
younger sister is perfect in all physical ways when naked — and that
three wee brown moles dwell on her person in enviable retreats."
"You — oh, you incredible monster" gasped Marion." Once more she
struggled in his grasp, but since the sole outcome of this writhing was
to imbed in the soft flesh of her belly a turbulent and swollen rigidity
whose very heat and throbbing she could feel, she ceased her grinding
movements with a choking, shamed exclamation. Her face was scarlet
now, her eyes dimmed and her long-lashed fluttering visible.
"Monster? Monster—! Do I hear aright?" he cried. "Oh, what an
insolent and irreverent generation is this which is growing up about
us!"
The nervous fingers on his right hand ceased to pat gently the one
nude buttock of the girl. They sank in wallowing delight into the soft
flesh here and there. And then he raised his hand ominously above the
maiden's rear.
"Don't — don't you dare!" almost whispered Marion. "I could never
endure that! Listen, Stanley, I'll forgive everything and kiss you just as
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sweetly as I know how. But don't make me do the other thing as you
said!"
His hand swished downward. With a little cry, she twisted her supple
body to make the none-too-violent slap a mere glancing one to the
side of her nude buttock and she reached her hands swiftly behind her
to comply with his instructions.
Gloatingly, he looked downward as the white fingers drew the
tenuous silk upward from the still-covered mound. Merely a little rope
of twisted blue silk penetrating the vale between the hillocks
remained as concealment.
"They're simply lovely, Marion," he whispered. "And now for the rest of
your penance, my dear."
On tiptoe, she stood to surround his brawny neck with her naked,
shapely, round arms. Half-blindly she proffered her rosy lips.
As his mouth took hers, both his broad palms came to rest upon the
silken nudity of her bottom. He hugged her, fondly at first, and then, as
carnality grew almost to madness in his frame, his fingers curled
convulsively into their tender beds.
Bewildered and affrighted at the receptiveness of her own senses,
Marion strove to withdraw her lips from a kiss which had ceased to
have fraternal elements. Wholly inexperienced in amorous things, the
maiden whispered dismayed and husky protests.
"Don't Stanley. D-don't handle m-me like that!" she pleaded. "Be the
nice b-brother I've wanted!"
For his fingers were warm and pliant and more and more indiscreet
upon the warmth and velvet of her nude behind. They slipped
downward. They weighed the round mounds. They were penetrating,
inquisitive, their tips vastly confusing in explorations which made
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Marion gasp and shudder and grind her thighs together to form a
wholly futile barrier to one long and particularly adventurous middle
finger.
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CHAPTER 3
Marion felt weakened by inexpressible agitation and with wrestling
futility, gasped remonstrances which she could not even put in words.
As she felt that masculine fingertip on the gauzily veiled sanctum of
her sex, Marion could only shudder and lie against the bulwark of this
physical strength which was being so boldly used for her discomfiture
and agitation.
She raised dazed, gray eyes piteously to his in a mute plea for
forbearance. But instantly, his ardent lips were upon hers once more.
She tried not to respond, and to wrest her mouth away.
Then she heard him whisper, "Darling, ah, but you're so incredibly
lovely, oh sister of mine! Let us see whether a lover is some day going to
find passion as well as beauty in you."
"Don't — oh, d-don't!" she sighed.
Convulsively her naked thighs clutched the finger which dwelt and
moved between them. The finger bore upward. It was imperiously upon
the thin strand which protected the wee split so inadequately that it
could feel in clear outline the tender groove.
Panting breath issued from four lips, which were almost in contact.
With arms still about his neck, Marion dropped the white lids over her
eyes, which could not endure the glow of ardor in his face. Suddenly,
she trembled and swayed like a plant smitten with a breeze as she felt
upon her parted lips the soft touches of a libidinous tongue.
With her ten fingers clasped upon the nape of his brawny neck for
support, she withdrew the indelicately caressed mouth somewhat. But
it was pursued. Gently and dismayingly, the tongue of the man played
upon the still-parted lips of the quivering girl.
Marion shuddered. She revealed glazed eyes for an instant and then
the long golden lashes fell over the orbs once more. Her pink lips
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closed upon the slippery intruder which played between them and
then they opened again for a dismayed exclamation.
"Oh, how can you lick my mouth like that!" she quavered. "It's
shameful — like an animal. And please, please, take that hand away!"
"Instantly, almost instantly, precious," he promised. "I just wanted to
see whether the sister of the Cochranes is really as chilly as her sister
and her friends have said. Open the luscious little mouth and see what
Brother has for you and then the unwelcome finger will be
withdrawn."
Slowly the panting girl spread the portals of her lips. Anything was
better and more endurable, she felt, than that his finger should
continue to drive her almost to distraction.
Stanley relieved her of the agitating finger. But he caught her to him
even more ardently. And his tongue swiftly invaded the pink, warm
cavern of her mouth where a coiled and apprehensive little tongue
awaited it.
Marion swayed feebly in his embrace as she felt not only her mouth
but her tongue gently licked. Emotions that bewildered her — since
how could any pleasant sensations be expected from so disgraceful a
contact — shot through her nerves.
Suddenly he heard her moan softly. She was trembling. And the moist
warmth of her own tongue was in motion against his.
He thrilled to this activity, to this confession of reciprocal pleasure on
her part in a caress of which she had never even heard. He strove to
make his own caresses gentle, not too dismaying for this awakened
virginal ardor.
He licked the warm little tongue, felt it respond with a timid
sensuality. He withdrew his tongue to the portals of her lips and felt
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the other tongue advance almost eagerly, as if reluctant to say
farewell to its guest.
He licked the delicate lips, the tip of her small tongue, and then
suddenly his whole tongue writhed in the effort to surround the girl's
tender, moist organ of speech. Blindly, she gave him fullest access for
this insidious caress, which had at first impressed her as so odious.
Soft, moaning sighs, catches of panting breath, revealed more clearly
the tremendous effect upon Marion's senses, even more so than the
quivering of her lithe, young body.
She was hugging him passionately by this time. And when he slowly
withdrew his tongue entirely, she opened languorous, suffused eyes as
if regretfully.
He pointed his tongue temptingly, and slowly the rosy tongue of his
sister-in-law emerged to touch and caress it as her own had been
caressed.
From the man's opened mouth, her tongue retreated, but its fiery, wet
companion accompanied it eagerly now.
He took her by the oval cheeks with his palms. Like a lamb, Marion
submitted now to his whims. He kissed softly and then licked gently
her closed eyes, her cheeks and temples, the lovely dimples of her
mouth's extremities, the slightly tip-tilted, piquant little nose, the
round, small chin.
"Just samples of my own private beauty treatment for a bewitching
sister who has no possible need of it," he whispered. "Maro, I wish I had
a mirror to hold up for you now. You're a dream of loveliness with your
face flushed and your eyes dreamy but glowing. Maro, darling, I
positively think that I shall perish unless I take off that fragile suit and
see you as you really are, in all your beauty!"
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"Oh — oh, God, Stanley, don't. Don't spoil it all!" she gasped, shrinking
away from him.
"Spoil it all?" he murmured.
"Yes. We've been kissing in that funny, terribly exciting way but
Mildred doesn't mind our kissing. She encourages it. You know how she
laughed at me and even scolded me for being bashful about kissing
you night and morning. I — I suppose that was kissing — what we've
just been doing, wasn't it?"
"You can be certain of that," he replied, amused and admiring. "Just a
tender, affectionate species of emphatic kiss."
"Well, I can excuse myself, then, for indulging in it — and liking it,"
she whispered. "For it was terribly sweet — it went all through me. But
we mustn't do it often, I think," she added with clouding eyes. "For it
makes me feel as — as a girl shouldn't — so funny and trembly. And it
leaves me so very weak and shaky. But now that we are calmer, I must
tell you something, Stanley. If we are to be dear friends — brother and
sister — you must never, never treat me again as if I weren't your sister
by marriage. You know what I mean. You know the indecent
treatment to which you have subjected me. I think it makes it all the
worse that Mildred is my dear sister, for there's a kind of disloyalty to
her in it. Oh, I know you didn't mean that, any more than I did. But you
must be able to see that I don't dare risk being alone with you again if
you are to play indecent pranks with me, even if the other folks think
they are just fun."
"I merely looked you over in that becoming bathing suit," he smiled.
"I know the suit is far from decent," she said. "You're not entirely to
blame perhaps. But you know you've done some unforgivable things,
Stanley, which I'm forgiving nevertheless. We'll forget them. But I'll
bathe with you in a dress like this in future only on condition that you
promise not to manhandle me as you have done today."
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"But the kisses are not forbidden?" he inquired with a casualness
which would have made a girl of more experience suspicious of what
was in his mind.
"No, we may kiss since Mildred actually wishes it and since kisses
appear to be regarded as quite unimportant among these young
couples and girls and boys," she conceded almost eagerly.
And then she added slowly, "I've learned from you something
surprising, Stanley. That there are more kinds of kisses than one. I don't
know — I'm not certain — that we should do that again — what we
just did. For it did such funny things to me!"
"Oh, it's just a kiss after all," he said stoutly. "And you have just
conceded that we may kiss. You will not refuse me such kisses as I wish
to give you — or to receive — Maro, dear?"
Deliberating, she nodded her head of dark gold.
"No," she said. "I promise. But — and I know you will think me silly, but
remember I've lived almost a convent life — are there still other kinds,
besides the one I knew and the one you taught me today?"
"Quite possibly. I might dig out one or two other varieties," he
observed placidly. Inwardly, he was both amused and touched by the
innocence of this girl of some twenty years.
He knew this innocence genuine for he knew from his wife and from
Marion herself the cloistered upbringing which she had had under the
Puritan care of a wealthy androphobe of a grandmother. She was some
months past twenty, to be sure, but hardly entering adolescence in
respect to knowledge of the emotions which sway mankind. From
private and expert — but always carefully supervised — tutelage in
the privacy of her California home, she had recently passed into the
junior years of a girls' college on the coast. And she was now passing a
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summer vacation with the recently wedded elder sister, whom she had
but rarely seen in a decade or so.
They had been standing face to face. Marion was so absorbed in their
conversation and so gratified that her fine-looking brother-in-law
should agree to accept "mere" kisses and pledge himself to spare her
the more flagrant transgressions which so dismayed her that she had
entirely forgotten the continued nakedness of her round and lovely
bottom.
She swung about just then, her attention summoned by the call of a
bird. When, her right hand chanced to drop to her side and slightly
rearward, she gave a cry of shame as she touched the bare half-globe.
"You see?" she murmured, tugging at the silk, which had been shoved
above the snowy heaps. "You see? It's things like this which I meant.
The idea of uncovering me — in such a place! But now that you've
promised to be good—"
"In all respects save kisses" he reminded her with a smile.
"Well, kisses aren't fundamentally wicked, or even naughty or
compromising, are they? I shouldn't, of course, consent to our pact
unless I were sincerely assured they were all right."
"You've had some opportunity even in these three days of your stay to
see how lightly such caresses are regarded by quite the best of the
younger set in Chicago here on holiday," he said. "Wedded or
unwedded, they kiss as freely as affectionate children on meeting and
on parting and between times. Of course, you understand that kisses
lead to things — things not quite so simple and innocent — and such
occurrences are far from rare in our pleasant little colony. But, in
general, touches of the lips and a bit of warm spooning are very
pleasant. They bespeak the absence, too, of foolish and harassing
jealousies when exchanged among married groups, as you've already
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seen done rather freely. Our young friends are a very splendid crew,
don't you find them so?"
"Oh, very likable!" she cried earnestly. "Of course, they confuse me at
times. I know only a few of them as yet. But, now that you speak of it,
they don't kiss in the way that you just showed me, do they?"
"Not so commonly," he hastened to admit. "But they, well, that
peculiarly delicious caress is more or less reserved for privacy, as in our
case just now, Maro. It's a kind of sweet intimacy that would rather —
er — lose its zest if employed in a crowd, don't you think? Not that any
of these pink tongues around us are ignorant of the delicately exciting
mingling."
"Well," she pondered, "I don't see that it makes it any worse to kiss in
isolated parts as we've just done, Stanley."
"Not in the least," he agreed heartily. "And some of the other kisses
which I mean to show you, dear girl, are not really designed for any
publicity."
"Other kisses?" she murmured. "I forget. You did say there were other
kinds, didn't you? But none of them could possibly make creepy
sensations run on one's spine and all one's nerves sort of tingle as it did
when we did that to each other?"
"No," he whispered.
"I'm certain of it," she assured him, but was stirred to a sort of panic by
something in the brown eyes over which hung dark-brown and curly
hair.
"Well, we'll see," he said vaguely.
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CHAPTER 4
With both hands behind her, Marion was striving to coax the thin
fabric downwards over an abundantly fleshed buttock, which seemed
to resist renewed confinement so determinedly as to endanger the
solidity of the dark-blue silk upon which she was tugging while she
held this odd, absorbing conversation with her young brother-in-law.
"Want help, Maro?" he smiled.
She ignored the proffer.
"How in the world did you ever get this thing up in the first place!" she
said. "I think I'm going to tear it, it seems so very frail. No, don't you
dare, Stanley Cochrane! You have already seen me most disgracefully
and you've promised, you know, to commit no more indecencies!"
"Indecencies?" he queried in an injured tone. "I only want to help,
Maro, since you obviously cannot manage that fabric yourself while
you're inside it."
"Well, if you're certain you can be very good," consented the girl
confidingly. "For I find I can't do it alone without tugging in a way
dangerous for the suit. But please — oh, please hurry — for it's so
shameful to have you see me like this!"
He was behind her in a flash. Adeptly he thrust fingers of both hands
beneath the clinging silk and swiftly drew it downward over one
lovely mound.
But the touch of the backs of his fingers upon the nudity of this
exuberant flesh moved each of them now to a degree out of proportion
to the intimacy of the contact, extreme though that was. Marion sighed
and cringed a trifle.
Stanley repeated the process with the other buttock. Then, overcome
by his agitation over this glorious and intimate young flesh, he
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dropped quickly to a knee and laid warm lips in the horizontal crease
just beneath the mound.
Marion shivered. She stood for an instant as if transfixed. And then, as
the ardent lips took possession of the same spot at the base of the other
buttock and she felt the heat of his almost flaming breath and the
clinging of his lips, she dropped to the sand with a dry and convulsive
sob.
"You — you broke your promise!" she quavered dismally. "And now I
shan't ever dare—"
"I broke no promise," he protested. "What did I do?"
"You kissed me," she accused, "where people aren't ever kissed! It was a
fearful grossness, taking advantage of me!"
"I kissed you twice, granted," he murmured. "And found it delicious!
But, my dearest sister, kisses were distinctly permitted to me by the
terms of our agreement."
"But, heavens!" wailed the girl. "To kiss a person in such a spot!
"A wholly lovely and adorable spot," he assured her. "If you could only
see the cute little cross between a wee valley and a large wrinkle that
your flesh forms there, Maro, you would have to agree that it's nothing
short of delectable! And there are dimples here too!"
She bit her red lower lip, declining to look into his face. She debated
inwardly.
"Why, I suppose I did say you could kiss me," she said faintly at last.
"Maybe you were keeping the letter of our agreement. But still —
what a place to put kisses! It absolutely jarred me, Stanley! I'm still all
quivery. I had no idea you meant ever to kiss me elsewhere than on my
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face, and I'm sure you never will again, now that you have seen how it
affects me."
"Just how did it affect you?" he queried.
"Why, what a thing to ask!" she murmured in plaintive agitation. "It —
your mouth — seemed almost to burn my flesh. I can still feel it. It
made me — well — sort of throb and feel — so funny!"
"I'm entitled to kisses," he remarked with a soft and joyous exultation.
"Our promises hold, don't they, Maro?"
"I — I couldn't go back on a promise," she conceded at last. "But if I'd
had the least notion that my pledge could be taken to permit anything
like that — we'd never have reached that agreement. Fortunately,
you'll never have another such chance to drive me to distraction. And I
still can't understand in the least how you should have felt inspired to
wish to kiss me there."
"A very dainty and wholly delightful region," he observed. "All the
environs are maddeningly beautiful, as this tiny suit gives me the
pleasure of noticing."
Flushing yet more deeply, Marion contrived to crouch in a less
revealing posture.
"Yet, can a thing which makes a girl absolutely shiver and tremble be
called a kiss really?" she questioned, seemingly intent on extricating
herself gracefully from the dilemma into which her pledge appeared
to have immersed her.
"If you don't think those were kisses, just let me try again," he
suggested.
She quivered and crouched yet lower.
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"And since they gave you, as you've admitted, new sensations, they are
merely new kisses to you, which were distinctly within what we agreed
upon," he added.
They had their plunge in the waters of the lake and it was a cooling
experience of which both the girl and the man stood in need. But
Marion, fond though she already was of her big brother-in-law with
the coiling, dark-brown mop of heavy hair and the frank, attractive
countenance and body of a young Hercules, was silent and
introspective during their swim, as well as on the homeward walk to
the pleasant bungalow whither they made their way as the dinner
hour drew near.
For a wonder, there was no social affair to draw them from the house
that evening, nor did any of the group of some hundred or more of
Chicago's youthful elite chance to invade the summer home of the
Cochranes. Hence, Marion Stone had the opportunity — of which she
took advantage — to go early to her chamber and to bed.
She felt the need of utter solitude, even though not particularly weary.
For tremendous things had happened to this lovely and inexperienced
girl of twenty. To her they seemed world shattering and it was
necessary for her to ponder alone every episode of that hour with her
sister's husband in the little sand vale on the dunes of the lake shore.
In her bed and in the darkness, she flushed and vibrated as she recalled
each crucial point. The intense admiration of Stanley for her bare legs
had, she thought, started it all. And, beneath the cover, she ventured to
hitch up the nightie she wore and to run her soft, shamed fingers
delicately over each naked thigh as if to fathom by sense of touch just
why they seemed to him so admirable.
She took anew the immodest posture into which she had fallen so
innocently on the sand — knees raised and parted — trying to picture
herself as he had seen her in that scant bathing suit, wondering
whether it had indeed been as thin and revealing there in the sunlight
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as he had said, or whether he was just plaguing her. She touched the
lower parts of her smooth behind, the curves which, she realized, had
indeed protruded shamefully. But Mildred had told her not to be silly
about "a little thing like that, which nobody pays attention to."
How horrid that her chance posture should have suggested to Stanley
such a lascivious intimacy as that of which he had spoken! Why, then,
from what he had said, she supposed that this was indeed the position
which a young wife had to assume when in bed with her husband.
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CHAPTER 5
Those same exquisite naked legs which had so rejoiced the eyes of
Stanley Cochrane clapped together now upon a slender wrist as, with
sudden increased agitation, Marion recalled the entire denuding of
her rear mounds by her brother-in-law under the jesting pretense
castigating them. Quickly the thighs parted again, however, and the
girl sighed, ashamed. For, as she touched the lower rims of her bottom
with investigating fingers, trying to make more vivid the recollection
of what Stanley had done and said, that slim wrist was so located as to
be caught directly in her warm crotch.
The consequent sensation, coupled with the embarrassed memory of
what had pressed her nearly naked stomach as she writhed in the
man's arms while learning those new kisses from him, made the maiden
more distracted than ever. She once more clapped her legs together.
She rolled them upon her wrist. Her face waxed scarlet in the gloom of
the chamber. And then, bitterly ashamed of thus having yielded for
the moment to the sensations that thrilled her, she determinedly
parted her thighs once more.
Her breathing was agitated. She gathered her memories of that scene
upon the dunes with an attempt at chronological exactness. Then —
ah, yes — then he had bared her bottom, already so imperfectly and
gauzily shrouded. His fingers upon it in the process had so terribly
shamed and — yes — excited her. And she had seen how the tan of his
face had shown a dull red and how his eyes seemed to gleam. He had
been actually rough with his strong fingers but she had not minded
that somehow.
Then they had kissed with those kisses which Mildred called her a
ninny for hesitating to accord her new brother. But, heavens, they had
kissed while he had both hands upon her naked bottom! And then his
amazing, entrancing, agitating use of his tongue! No wonder she had
almost forgotten for the time how he was handling her flesh.
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But she recalled it all clearly now. Yes, he had sunk his fingers in the
yielding flesh of her buttocks while their mouths were yoked, while,
with her nerves in flames, she had begun to respond timidly with her
own tongue.
But what had led her to become so bold, so brazen, so unmaidenly? It
had been his great finger projected with the grossest indecency
between her legs from the rear! That finger had nearly crazed her with
shame. And the only way she could get it withdrawn had been to
humor him by letting her tongue play with his.
But almost immediately she had found her head swimming, her nerves
singing. She had lost herself in the deep delight of that strange and
prolonged kiss. It was a "kiss" undoubtedly. He had said so — and, of
course, since it was delivered with the mouth, it must be a kiss and
hence permissible, according to the code of Mildred and of all these
jolly, forward, indecorous young lights of the best circles of Chicago.
But what a kiss! And Stanley had vowed to teach her other kisses.
Which reflection brought her to that amazing pair of kisses in the
grooves of bare flesh just beneath her buttocks and her own intense
and intimate reaction to those shameful caresses. It seemed to her that
she could still feel his warm mouth, his ardent breath, upon her skin.
With raised knees and elevated loins, she slipped her fingers from
either side to touch the very spots where he had laid his lips. She knew
exactly where she had felt his mouth — in either channel. Heavens!
Not three inches from the groove of her sexuality! No wonder she had
felt the reaction so intimately.
But that had been, perhaps, because his unspeakably impertinent
finger had been just recently withdrawn from the spot where her
thighs had clutched it in consternation and shame. Thank fortune
there had been at least that thin silk protecting the nook! How had he
acted! Like this?
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And, from behind, turning slightly upon one side, Marion managed to
intrude her own middle finger directly between her nude thighs. She
resisted the shaming thought that she was seeking a revival of the
sensations caused by her new brother's finger. No, it was simply
curiosity, she insisted, that was causing her to touch herself as never
before.
Too timid to move the buried finger as Stanley had so perturbingly
done with his great digit, the girl stirred restlessly, merely squeezing
her thighs upon the slender and ineffectual finger, so much tinier than
his, vaguely disappointed in not finding again the thrills and the
shamed excitement which Stanley had caused her.
She abandoned the futile maneuver and sank slowly into drowsiness.
But, as a last thought before sleep, she pledged herself, in order to
exact his promise to regard her finer feelings and spare her the animal
handlings he had attempted, to accord him unlimited kisses.
Yes, he would be her guide in striving to find a certain aplomb with all
these young people to whose set she belonged of right, yet with whom
she felt herself constrained and bashful. She could trust him since he
had promised. How splendid a creature he really was and how fine he
had looked — more nearly nude than even she had been — with his
rippling muscles distending the excuses for garments which he wore!
Consciousness failed her upon this reflection.
Stanley Cochrane, it happens, had a certain authority in back of him
when he distressed the maiden by assuming a familiarity with her
unclad figure and her snowy flesh. For an elated and excited loving
wife, much impressed by what she had seen upon catching her
embarrassed younger sister still dripping from her bath, had hastened
to assure her beloved young spouse that "Marion has developed into a
blessed, shy, young Venus if ever there was one, my baby boy!"
Thus had the blond Mildred addressed the former left guard of the
Badger eleven, with his six feet, one inch of stature and his
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corresponding dimensions and his immense strength in every physical
field. "Yes, precious, mother's tiny pet!" she went on, rather shakily now,
for she was rubbing her delicate and lovely breasts, extracted from
their nook in her night garment by his fingers upon the thicket of dark
hair upon his chest.
"Yes, baby dear, so," she soothed her husband as he manifested silently
a wish. "Was ums hungry and didums want to suck mother's little
titties? Well, baby has to see if he can catch one of them when it comes
around."
And the colorful and pretty little blonde lady, her silken, flowing hair
shades lighter than the dark gold of Marion's long tresses, but her eyes
the same charming gray, circled a rosy and very tempting nipple, a
turgid drop of ruddy dew, upon his cheek, his forehead, his nose and
chin.
"Take off this infernal nightdress, Mildred darling," urged the brazen
"baby."
"Ah, naughty baby, and didums wants its little mother all bare and
won't it take its dinner unless she strips all naked and indecent? Well,
she will then, but it isn't very nice, for mother's baby is getting — oh —
getting very — oh, Stanley — g-getting very — b-big—! Stanley,
you great wretch, here it is hammering at my bare legs and I wanted to
play baby with you for a while and give you the breast. I want to wrap
you up in a corner of the sheet like a diaper and then feel it swell
beneath my fingers while I pin the diaper on. But I don't know whether
I can wait to play like that now! What horrid things men are, getting so
excited right away that a poor girl can't play an innocent little game
because she gets so very passionate with an immense thing pushing
against her! I do think, dearest, you might manage to control yourself
for just the least little while! You know you fairly loved it every time
I've played you were my little child and handled you in the cutest
ways and made you take the breast, then felt your great thing swell up
gradually in my fingers or in a fold of my nightie. To be sure, you had
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always taken me just before so that made it easier for you to be placid
for a while."
"Yes, darling, but now I can't wait to have you, so over you go!"
"Oh, wait just a bit! I do so love to lie here and pretend I'm asleep and
just rub your prick quite gently and dream about it beforehand!"
As fond as she was of the unchaste caresses with which her warm
hands deluged his muscular, white body whenever the circumstances
permitted, Stanley lay beside her, vibrating to the delicate fingerings
and fondlings and to the impassioned kisses upon his torso and belly.
Suddenly he chuckled, his thoughts wandering even in the midst of his
present delights.
"That was a hot one you pulled this afternoon over at Suzanne
Barlow's," he said. "You may flatter yourself upon the managing to
startle for a moment even that crew of wild boys and girls."
Mildred giggled but did not relax for a second her libidinous play with
his body.
"Well, you happened to say you were hungry and we'd better go," she
murmured, "and it came over me that here was my chance to shock
everybody. But I'll tell you confidentially, Stanley, darling, I really
only meant to just bare one nipple and put it to your lips. But when
they all stared and then laughed, I got a little excited and bolder ... you
know how it is. So I stripped everything off my breasts. But it was sweet
of you not to leave me in the lurch, for if you had refused to play, if you
had looked shocked or refused to take my nipples in your lips, then it
would have spoiled everything."
"Sweet girl," he whispered, with a hand searching and finding a
curling patch of soft hair under the cover, "you created the sensation
you were after all, all right! It was the first time any of those fellows
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had ever seen your lovely breasts absolutely bare. And did they go
nuts over them! Old Norm Hamilton got so excited that his fingers
ground into my arm while I was sucking your titties. And people tried
to bat my head away so that they could see better. And damned if
Carley Barlow wasn't trying to get his head down to take the other
nipple when his own wife supplanted him. It seemed funny to be
sharing your breasts with a girl that way. How did it affect you? I could
hear you sigh and feel you tremble a little, and you stopped laughing."
"It made me as hot as the very devil, since you inquire so kindly, big
boy!" cried his wife with an adorable little pout. "Oh — o-o-o-oh —
Stanley!"
She gave the enormous head of his scepter an exciting loving little
squeeze.
"It's just in the pink — in its prime — isn't it, my beloved?" she
whispered. "But, this afternoon, well, for two bits I would have taken
out your thing — oh, yes, I caught sight of its condition — and I would
have lain right back on that divan, that's how agitated I was over what
I had done and over the way they all took it! How they razzed Suzanne
Barlow for shoving her own husband to one side and taking my other
breast herself! Do you know, Stanley, I believe she loved it! She sucked
me so tenderly, so warmly that it doubled the thrills I was getting from
you."
"Don't forget," he commented, "that showing your breasts to all our
friends that way had something to do with exciting you. That's natural
enough. As for Suzanne — that's hardly abnormal either. Lots of girls
love to kiss and suck and play with each other's bosoms. Still, she was
pretty ardent about it, wasn't she? She wanted it to pass as just her
contribution to a joke, but she was red as a rose. But I heard some of the
fellows agree that you had the loveliest breasts they had ever seen."
"Wait until they see Marion's — if they ever do!" said the gratified
Mildred. "I know my bust is nice, but hers is quite the most beautiful
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imaginable. Incidentally, I would never have dared act as I did if she
had been there. It is rather fun to shock my young sister, but that would
have made her faint!"
"The little beauty is awfully touchy," agreed her spouse. "But she's as
sweet as mignonette, a family characteristic. But it's pleasant to keep
on giving her greater and greater shocks. She'll be a winner when she
gets acclimated. Everyone adores her while they laugh at her, but she's
wretchedly sensitive."
"She almost collapsed," giggled Mildred, "when I first made her slip
her arms about your neck in kissing you. Still, she wants to appear
game, not to be so wholly different from her companions. And I think
some breaches are beginning to appear in her armor of puritan
girlhood!"
"You can safely bet on that," returned Stanley. "Why, she'd have
choked and run the first day of her arrival to see you admit Gerry
Candall to your boudoir when you were bare legged and being
pedicured. And the kiss he gave your toes when he went away would
have scandalized her into fainting!"
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CHAPTER 6
"That was pretty crude!" giggled Mildred. "I had noticed that ever
since he came in he had to see whether he was right in suspecting that I
hadn't on a stitch except a little shirt under that kimono. He kept
edging around and peering, trying to make casual conversation at the
same time. But I could see what he was doing and I teased him by
being very coy when he thought he was on the verge of seeing
something.
"Of course, I knew all the time that that Doc Dickey, the pedicurist,
was getting an eyeful every now and then. Lots of the girls have
noticed how nosy that black-mustached fellow gets when he's playing
with our toes. But he's harmless after all. It doesn't really matter if a
person of his level catches rather intimate views of us.
"But old Gerard was something else again. I managed to keep fooling
him just for fun. But he had the better of me, finally, at that. You must
have noticed."
"You mean when he surprised you by whisking your foot up and
kissing your toes as ceremoniously as if they had been your fingers?"
queried Stanley. "I wasn't where I could see exactly what happened.
But I knew something was up — he was pretty excited."
"Well, I could have slapped him, but I thought it best to appear not to
realize what he had done exactly," said his wife, "especially as that
fellow was still working away on my other foot. But, Stanley, if he
hadn't lifted my foot so high and so far apart from the other, he
wouldn't have had a clear view of my naked pussy. You must have
seen how quickly he turned after kissing my foot. It was that quick jerk,
you know — and I half went over backward — and I knew my crotch
was naked and that he had seen it plenty! Doc Dickey got more than
an eyeful from were he knelt. He may be rather blasé by this time, but
not enough so that he didn't give a little gasp. I thought surely you
must have noticed that even if you hadn't just seen what Gerry had the
nerve to do."
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"Well, he's got a healthy nerve!" said Stanley at last. "Looking at a
young wife's cunt in the very presence of her husband — and almost
by violence at that! That is going fairly far, it seems to me, by God! I
don't mind all this fooling around we do in crowds, but—!"
"Don't work up a lather, old sweetness," observed his spouse with
another silvery giggle. "Just put it down that another man has seen me
pretty intimately and let it go at that. And don't use coarse words in
my presence, if you please! You know I hate them."
"You don't always hate them," maintained the unembarrassed Stanley.
"I've heard some pretty crude language bubble from those lips when
you were playing up to me like a white rabbit."
"Well — then," conceded Mildred. "I don't know just why it is, darling
— but it seems to me that it adds to the bliss I am enduring — yes,
enduring is the word. I feel like being vulgar and common in my words
and in my actions too."
"Don't worry, dearest, I enjoy hearing you froth out strong words at
such times," interpolated Stanley.
"I could be — I feel that I am — just your naked whore when this huge
affair is buried in me and working in and out!" persisted Mildred
excitedly as she tenderly squeezed the rod of which she spoke. "I could
— oh, there's nothing too vulgar for me to do or say at such time! I
could fuck with you on the lawn where everybody could see and not
mind them at all!"
"'Fuck, madam? Can I believe my polluted ears?" her husband smiled.
"Well, I didn't really mean that — it sort of slipped out because I'm not
exactly myself with this monster throbbing in my hand," explained
Mildred. "Oh, God, I am so very hot. Take me, Stanley, take me!"
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"Always ready to oblige a lady," said the man. "And if you think it's
been easy to wait while you played with me! Here — let the
bedclothes go to hell! God, what a bed of satin for my body, precious!
And to think that this little rosy gash was inspected by Gerry Crandall
almost under my very eyes!"
"Does that make it any less interesting to you, my love?" queried
Mildred, already half-convulsed by the slow progress of his staff
between the lips of her sensitive retreat.
"On the contrary, since we're confessing, beloved," whispered Stanley,
pausing with the knob of his virility barely embedded. "But the brazen
crust of the man, and knowing that he has feasted his eyes on you fairly
shakes me."
"I think I know what you mean, Stanley," murmured Mildred faintly.
"It in some queer way adds to my excitement too. Oh, my own darling,
now press in a little more. Make it last as long as possible, dearest!"
"Sure," he said, pausing again after an interval given to sighs and kisses
and further penetration of the exquisite body beneath him.
"Are you certain that the fact that one of our closest male friends saw
my — my c-cunt — isn't stewing in your mind unhappily?" asked
Mildred after a while, watching his face as keenly as she could with
gray eyes which were already glazed and languorous as his firm shaft
completely buried itself in her throbbing body.
His reassurance was hearty and emphatic.
"Not in the least, sweetness," he said. "I've already told you that it
seems to add to my excitement."
"Because if the knowledge haunts you," she persisted quaveringly, "I
shall certainly gain you your revenge by contriving to let you see his
pretty wife just as naked as the day she was born. I can do it — I know I
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can. You shall see every bit of her, everything she's got — her cunt, her
nice titties, her bottom, her belly, her whiskers! Oh, fuck me, Stanley,
fuck me — oh, God, I'm on fire!
"Oh, darling — y-yes — you shall see her quite naked, I pledge you
my word! You shall — oh — o-o-o-h — f-fuck — cunt — prick —
you shall screw her if you wish! That should avenge you, and I will hold
her if I have to, but I think no g-girl c-could r-resist the longing to fuck
with you. You — y-you could have any woman in the world that you
wanted — c-couldn't you — b-b-beloved—!"
Wild in the ecstasy of their bout, Mildred could no longer formulate
words for her torrent of perverse and fervid sensuality. She had
enwrapped the loins of her aggressor with white legs almost as
marvelous in contours as those of her lovely sister. Her arms clung
about his neck.
Their faces were almost as closely pressed as their bodies now. Stanley
ploughed the palpitating, clinging furrow in which his virility was
plunged, moving in slow, voluptuous rhythm. Mildred licked his lips
and nibbled them, revealing that she was not entirely a stranger to
such kisses as were to startle and entrance her young sister from those
same male lips not so many hours later.
From the almost inexhaustible resource of her sensual being, the bride
— they had been married only a few months — deluged the engine
working with her at least three times before, with the fourth draft upon
her reservoirs, she felt the jets of his semen shooting within her body.
Together they lay panting and quivering.
"You little fire dragon!" remarked the smiling Stanley some minutes
later as he held out his arms to a still-flushed, shivering, naked damsel,
who had just returned to the broad bed after a necessary operation in
the bathroom.
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"But you like me that way don't you, dearest?" she whispered, as she
cast herself upon the disordered bed and into his embrace.
"I wouldn't for millions have you lose the least bit of your glorious
passions," he said. "You're my perfect little mate in all ways — and
that's the best of the ways."
"It's, well, perhaps a family characteristic to be passionate," Mildred
observed. "I have reason to think, from some things that Uncle Frank
and Aunt Josephine hinted at, that Father and Mother were both
pretty fiery. Of course, regarding my dear Marion..."
"Well, what about her?" he queried, somewhat startled by the
interjection of his beautiful sister-in-law — a chaste maiden if ever
there was one — into the conversation. "It's a cinch that Marion has but
the dimmest of notions about sex at all. And, as for her having
inherited any such passions as yours, I think it highly improbable. For
how could we mistake the symptoms? She does nothing but blush and
shrink at the least ribald remark or even at any physical familiarity
that falls under her eyes."
"Don't be an old silly!" his wife enjoined. "She can't even take and
return your morning and evening kiss without showing an unconscious
stirring deep inside her. And when I insisted on your really hugging
each other this morning, well, she was a silent wreck all during
breakfast. I was sure that you had noticed it. But the funniest thing is
that she has no more idea than a baby that she has a very torrid nature.
She sets her quivery state in your arms down to modest dismay at
affectionate familiarities with a man — even with the brother-in-law
of whom she very thoroughly and even tenderly approves, without
realizing it."
"I have an idea you're wrong," remarked her spouse, "even though it's
always perilous for a mere man to contradict a lady on estimates of one
of her own sex. I don't believe that Marion even knows what a sensual
thrill is."
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"Maybe not. She's indeed an innocent old sweet, I'll grant you. And
regrettably so, for it lays her open to jests at her expense which she
doesn't understand, or makes her feel so embarrassed and out of place
when she does understand. But she's had many a thrill of the kind you
speak, even without recognizing it. She feels a chill every time you
touch her lips with yours."
"Baby, her timid little kisses carry a kick with them at that!" he said
with relish. "Already she's second only to you in my affections, I think,
and a little beauty she is, too!"
"Listen, old darling, don't overestimate me. And don't underestimate
me," said Mildred tranquilly. "I know you've got a pretty wife who
thinks you're the only person on earth. But when it comes to comparing
me with Marion physically — baby boy, that's outrageous flattery! I
saw her this morning dripping from her bath and my eyes stuck out!
Lovely — I tell you she's perfect, Stanley! I had that sudden impulse
that always hits me when I'm having a delight unshared with you, the
impulse to call you right away. I wanted you to see that marvelous
body of hers. And I would have done it if I hadn't been certain the poor
child would have collapsed and maybe fallen ill from shock. She was
badly enough dismayed at having even me see her — clutched a
towel and all that."
"I know she must be a dream. Coax her into some kind of a bathing suit
that will show her off better than that infernal contraption she had on
yesterday, Mildred, will you? She's open to reason — we've discovered
that — and she's distressed at being thought so very different from the
flighty crew in this place. I believe she is afraid of appearing to pose
and to reproach us all for being so easy going in our ways. And she's
learned that she's behind the times."
"Listen, Stan," urged Mildred, eager with a new and sudden notion and
laying her round and beautiful arms coaxingly about his neck. "This
kid sister of mine could marry the most eligible man in this colony —
yes, in all Chicago — if she could just be awakened to some of the facts
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of life and be brought up to date. If she could learn that young folks
don't act nowadays as they did in the times of our dear old
grandmother who practically reared her. And if she could just learn to
be one of them. She's got everything — even money — since
Grandmother will furnish her with plenty when she passes on. And
then she could spend all her time in reforming her husband if she
wanted to. Not that we want her to marry a positive rake. I wish she
could get somebody like you. Only, unhappily, there isn't another.
"But that brings me to my thought. Why don't you just — well — take
her in hand a little? You know — bring out all those qualities in her
that would fascinate men. Stir and stimulate her so that the good old S
A will stick out all over her. You are the only one who could do this —
you've made a most tremendous hit with the bashful lady. A quiet
word from me to the general effect that a girl may properly go a lot
further with you ought to do the trick. She wouldn't allow anyone else
but you in the way of lovely spooning, you know. She's already
succumbed so sweetly to the kisses which I've urged between you.
"Stan, dearest," she went on excitedly, "for her own sake you ought to
do this. She wouldn't let anyone else go to any lengths with her. And,
with her fiery if submerged nature, it wouldn't be safe even if she did.
I'll give you all the carte blanche you want — you'll know when to
stop. But, darling, you said a while ago that she was second only to me.
Don't let her ever sneak into first place!"
"Old silly!" he cried softly and kissed her lips tenderly.
"I was only kidding, really," she remarked, snuggling closer. "I know
very well that I've got you nicely hooked, Mister Man!"
"This is a hell of a thing you're suggesting, Mildred; I suppose you
realize that," he said. "For this kid has got every sort of fascination
there is plastered down under a novice's rearing, total inexperience,
and a genuine shyness. And let me tell you that it's no cinch for a man
— especially a man already devoted to a certain lady whom she much
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resembles — to stop short when, if your surmise is correct, great depths
of sheer glorious passion open before him with such a girl as Marion."
"I know, dear, and I'll make it up to you by being right there to act as a
safety valve whenever needed," smiled Mildred. "On the other hand, if
you can put it over — and I'm sure you can — you ought to have a
pretty swell time yourself, oughtn't you, teaching her things, seeing her
come to life in your very arms?"
"Well, old pet, on your head be it," he said, drawing a long breath. "Far
be it from me to deny that it would be a rare treat to spoon with
Marion. And I already love the young lady. See if you can't slip her
into one of your alleged bathing suits tomorrow."
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CHAPTER 7
Dusted with fine sand, two splendid bodies lay in a sort of natural
covert between two low sand hills. That the sand clung in tiny patches
to their liberally exposed skins was due not to a plunge into the nearby
lake — for they had been no nearer the water than they now where —
but rather to the fact that each of the pair had been moved to the
excitement and warmth that induces a suffusing perspiration.
Rustling reeds raised about them an added cover and whispered, too,
in a faint breeze which felt refreshing to both those sweating bodies as
the pair rolled perhaps a foot apart, equivalent to a painful separation.
But this separation would be atoned for in the not distant future by a
renewed grapple, that was very sure!
One of the extended bodies was a great array of muscular limbs and
frame weighing at least a hundred and ninety. This body could readily
have spotted eighty pounds to the other body, which appeared hardly
more than half its bulk.
The fact is, however, that it was only at this instant that a near-sighted
observer would have been able to swear that the bodies were two in
number instead of one. For the previous fifteen minutes, indeed, they
had been the practical equivalent of just one rather extraordinarily
shaped form, so closely, so unintermittently had they been clasped
together, with the smaller body enfolded and sheltered by the massive
frame of the larger one. "Oh — Stanley, Stanley, Stanley!"
This mere ghost of a voice could hardly have been heard farther than
the ear to which it was addressed. "Well, Maro old sweetness!"
murmured a masculine voice.
And the man, smiling gently and happily, touched softly with a
fingertip two delicate buds which seemed to be trying to pierce, on the
summits of twin breasts, the fine fabric which afforded the scantest of
covering.
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Marion quivered. She withdrew another inch. And she whispered
reproachfully, "Ah, but that at least is not a kiss — to touch me that
way."
"Well, those touches are mere admiring salutes to a bust so exquisite
that it is a shame it should be ever hidden from the eyes which it would
gladden so much," said the man.
"It isn't very much hidden now, I'm afraid," the girl replied
shamefacedly as she glanced downward for an instant. "But you
shouldn't even notice — or, at least, speak of — part of me like that.
Though it's nice of you to approve if you must speak."
"It would be somewhat difficult," he smiled, "not to approve of such
utterly lovely and adorable little breasts as those. Still, I restrain my
enthusiasm, since it abashes you, and I merely say that somewhere in
the world there may be breasts as beautiful as yours, but that is very
doubtful. And the dainty nipples point silently at me as if in thanks for
the kisses which have aroused them from their sleep."
"You make it worse and worse every time you open your mouth," she
said, leaning a smooth brow against his shoulder. "What a topic to ask
a girl to discuss with a man! Did anybody ever tell you that you have
the most even and attractive white teeth, Stanley?"
"The better to nibble you with, fairest of sister-in-laws," he explained.
"I believe you really would chew me, monster! You must have done
every other thing there is!"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that! You seem to have a very erroneous idea of the
extent of my repertoire. Indeed, I haven't done a single thing since we
came here except to kiss this rosy face, this sunny head, this soft neck,
and these white shoulders and arms — kisses, I am forced to add, which
it was difficult to get you to return."
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"There were other things too," faltered Marion in the lowest of voices. "I
shouldn't have stayed — you know I should not."
"Mere by-products — inevitable offshoots of our kisses," he said. "And
hence not in the least reprehensible even for my sensitive little
novice."
The girl drew a long breath which issued presently in soft sighs. "If we
are to hug and kiss — if you are to hug and kiss — if you are to teach
me all these startling things," she began.
"All these detestable things?" he queried smilingly.
She laid her warm lips upon his brawny neck. "Don't tease," she
whispered. "You know whether I detest them or not. But what I was
going to say was that we should dress ourselves in real clothes for what
Mildred calls spooning. It's lovely, dear Stanley — yes, why should I be
less than frank about an intense pleasure which you can very well see I
experience? But hugging and rolling around so nearly unclad!"
"I would be keen to hug you even if clad in all sorts of things — with an
opera cloak on top of them," he said. "But the nearer I can get to the
real you the pleasanter it is to embrace you."
"Well, it drives me almost distracted. I don't think I was wholly sane
ten minutes ago," she replied with a candor that delighted him. "You
see, our legs quite bare and our bodies tangled up and squirming —
why, I had the most awful feeling all of a sudden that we were acting
as even a husband and wife should be ashamed to act and I felt ... I felt
abashed and guilty to be enjoying so much of what conscience told me
was wrong," she said steadily. "And if it hadn't been for what Mildred
told me this morning after breakfast—"
"And that was?" he queried.
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"She said I was too naive and uninformed for words, that I positively
needed to be taken in hand by a man who could be trusted not to go
too far. That if I was ever to feel at ease at all among persons our age, I'd
simply got to go a little pace with you since you were the only man in
whom I was interested at all. And that since you were my relative,
scandal couldn't get at us.
"You see," went on Marion rather breathlessly, "I suppose I was still
rather flushed and upset — for you licked my lips — you know you
did — instead of just kissing me quite properly at breakfast time. And
Mildred said she could have shaken me, that my timidity made even
my own brother-in-law hesitant about taking me in his arms — and
uncomfortable because I was so perturbed by a few little pettings. But
you aren't hesitant and uncomfortable, are you, Stanley?"
"Not particularly," he smiled briefly.
His companion mused in a rosy silence for a moment. "Mildred is
simply a darling and I love her with all my heart," she said at length.
"But she does let her tongue gallop away with her once in a while,
doesn't she? She kept me as red as a peony for a while there. She
scolded — not harshly, you understand, for she couldn't be mean —
because I refused last night to let you come into my room when she
wanted to call you so that you could see my new gray silk
combination. I wouldn't have minded, Stanley, only I was in it at the
time, trying it on, and it was every stitch I had on. So, you see, that
would have been pretty terrible even for a nice brother, wouldn't it?
At least I thought so.
"And she said I had been silly to protest and run when she suggested
after dinner last night that you should fix my garter. But how could I,
Stanley, let you do that? For it had come undone about my waist. And
she said that things that I thought hard and coarse were just seasoning
which teaches people to look with calm upon episodes which aren't
really of terrific importance — helping them to look, clear-eyed, on
the facts of life. And she went on to say that it would be a good thing
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for me if some of these rapscallions of men got hold of me and tossed me
in a blanket quite naked. Imagine — I know I should die! She was
smiling, but I half think she meant it!"
"Some of them are quite capable of doing exactly that, small sister," he
laughed. "Especially with giggling girls and women to egg them on —
and with a few drinks aboard each participant. In fact that and much
more has been done on this very shore in the course of romps that
tended to degenerate into revelry."
The girl shuddered. She lessened the few inches that separated them.
She snuggled a bit as if for protection against nameless outrages. "I
shan't dare go about here unless you are at hand," she murmured. "I
know you wouldn't let them do such unspeakable things. Of course
Mildred loves me whole-heartedly but somehow I feel that, if she got
excited and mirthful, she might not protest in the least if they did the
most terrible things to me!"
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CHAPTER 8
This lesson in "brotherly and sisterly" caresses was about to continue.
Marion's naked and wondrous legs had once again capitulated after
various retreats, and mingled now with the stalwart limbs of the man.
And this was only the second lesson which this expert and enthusiastic
tutor had given her.
In a nervous silence, feeling as if she were going to a much graver
assignation, the maiden had consented to accompany her brother-inlaw
for a second swim together. And she had not resisted or argued —
after a brief start and hesitation — when he had led her toward the
secluded nook which seemed designed for spooning.
She took some comfort in the fact that Mildred had smilingly
consented to let her don a suit which she felt was distinctly more
proper than the one she had previously worn with Stanley. The
garment — another one-piece affair, to be sure — was of cherry silk. It
was much looser upon her body than the blue contrivance into which
Mildred had managed almost to shove her on the day previous and
hence it did not reveal so shamedly each curve and protuberance of
the perfect little body of Marion. Nor did it stretch into such gauziness
as to make it a mere film, as had been the case with the garment which
had led to such nerve-wracking familiarities.
But already the maiden had reason, with beating heart, to realize that
this very looseness might prove a source of danger too. Not very serious
danger, of course, since her reliable and loveable brother-in-law was
pledged to "mere kisses," although, as he had just carefully explained,
the inevitable by-products of embraces and kisses could not be
avoided.
She had been inclined to sit cross-legged upon the sand, looking
solemnly at the man with gray eyes like a disturbed owl. She had
resisted at first by instinct, perhaps the more because every nerve in
her lovely body tingled for his arms and lips. When he had stretched
upon the sand by her side, he began to draw her gently towards him.
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"Stanley — Stanley, dear — be considerate, won't you?" she had
whispered a little huskily as, yielding, she was drawn to lie facing him.
"You're all wrapped up like a mummy," he complained
disingenuously, touching her lightly here and there on the loose little
garment, which left her smooth sides and chest and back, as well as
legs and arms, quite uncovered.
"Don't Stanley, I'm very nervous already," sighed the girl as his fingers
strayed to the pit of her stomach. "You can't, thank God, see my skin all
through it, can you?"
A wee, perturbed wrinkle showed on her white brow.
"It's horribly scanty at that. I'm very — uncovered. But Mildred said it
was the most sedate one she had in all her seashore wardrobe. She
showed me one and vowed I should have one by the end of the week
just like it. It was of white silk. You've probably seen it. She got into it to
show me — hasn't she got a lovely body, Stanley? And when she saw
how sort of confused I was to see how nearly nude she looked in it and
to realize that she dared appear in public in it, she stepped under the
shower and then showed me the effect of water on it. My dear, she
looked positively bare in the clinging, drenched thing! I really think
you ought to speak to her about that suit. Has she ever worn it on the
beach and into the water?"
"Two or three times," he replied. "It's a popular favorite in the colony.
They howl for her to go back and get into it when she appears in any of
her other suits."
"And you let her?" queried Marion wonderingly.
He shrugged. "What could I do without making such a point of what,
according to modern standards, is of slight importance, and then
appear a spoil-sport and prude and a grumpy husband? To tell you the
truth, I feel I have a right to be proud of having so lovely and so
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beautifully built a wife who, when her body is on view like a work of
art, people gasp in admiration. To be sure, when she comes out of the
water in that suit, she is just the same as stark naked. She has to be —
and sometimes she is — very careful how she sits. For a wee rose shows
between her legs and I've seen men's fingers curl and their eyes gleam
when they catch sight of it. And a cute beard and pink nipples are
served to the eyes of all comers."
"Oh, heavens, Stanley, how can you say such things!" wailed the
shocked Marion softly, writhing chest to chest with him and held in his
arms. "And how can you endure such things? She hasn't had a mother
or father, except for Aunt Josephine and Uncle Frank, and I guess they
have been the reverse of strict. Shouldn't you try to make her behave?"
"She behaves all right, the dear," he remarked quietly. "Don't you see,
Maro, that it's all a matter of social standards? This generation has
decided that the prudish quibbles and fanatical reserves of a bygone
time were just morbid — that they weren't really innocent or lovely at
all. So life is flavored with more of the honey of fun and frolic and of
pretty things freely revealed and with less of the vinegar of prudish
conventions. Oh, little sweetness, what a soft spot I've found to kiss!"
His warm lips were buried just beneath a pink ear. The girl sighed and
stirred in his arms. And, for some fifteen minutes, the silence which
reigned was broken only by such sighs and by the feverish breathing
of two increasingly agitated persons.
Marion quivered more and more with the surprising sensations
awakened within her as her slender neck was decorated with heated
yet gentle kisses. She had no desire to speak and perhaps thus break
the spell, even if she could have spoken intelligibly.
Under her round little chin, the warm lips snuggled, softly kissing, even
tenderly licking.
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, she thought bewildered, then the tongue may help the lips — even
elsewhere than upon the mouth! It is very pleasant — shameful, I'm
afraid — but, oh, God, wonderfully pleasant! It's as if I were just a wee
kitten — being licked and cleaned. Oh — and my temple — and
cheeks — and forehead — how he does kiss and lick my face! I could
scream, scream! Heavens, he's licking my nose! I'm so afraid I shall cry
out loud and maybe make him stop this marvelous, incredible shower
of lovely caresses! Will he never take my mouth?
Such was the frame of mind of the excited and trembling Marion, so it
is hardly surprising that, as the man's sensual lips were slowly laid
upon the rosy, curving lips awaiting them, Marion gasped a trifle,
tightened her bare and exquisite arms about the neck of her comrade
and tutor, and performed the unmaidenly act of kissing him hotly even
before his mouth had opened for that first mingling of their lips.
And the enraptured Stanley was to discover now to what an extent his
pupil had profited by the first lesson in using more than just the portals
of the mouth in demonstrating tender affection and luscious, even if
unpracticed, passion.
For hardly had their yoked lips exchanged two lingering and loving
kisses before a small and impatient tongue was covertly at work upon
his lips, striving to part them yet more, moving with lascivious abandon
between them, resentful of the barrier of the still closed teeth which
prevented the exploiting of Marion's new accomplishment.
He too was inflamed and sighing as he gave her moist, warm tongue
the admittance which it mutely asked. He strove for self-mastery as he
gave his tongue and the cavern of his mouth to the darting, coiling,
licking caresses of the small demon which took possession thereof.
She was curved inward upon his half-circled body, nestling there in a
protection and a retreat whose full measure of lascivious interchange
she did not yet recognize. She was panting as their tongues writhed
and played together, now in one mouth, now in the other. Her hard
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breasts heaved upon his wholly naked bosom — his bathing shirt was
cut to the navel.
Their eyes were closed. Marion was pallid now with an agitation and a
blissful palpitation of all her nerves almost too powerful for her
endurance.
He compressed his lips upon the slippery tongue, then slowly
withdrew his mouth, allowing the girl's red tongue to glide between his
lips. Marion moaned softly as she felt her prized possession removed.
Writhing against his body, conscious now in shivering ecstasy of the
rampant and hard engine of his masculinity upon which her warm, soft
belly was almost rolling, the thoroughly aroused child collapsed in his
arms. She lay with her cheek pillowed on his bare shoulder, panting
and pale from excitement.
Gently he soothed and cradled her. He slipped a muscular thigh
presently between her naked legs. Sighing, and half-unconscious of his
maneuver, she squeezed the hard, bare leg between her own thighs.
His soft and resuscitating kisses were quite brotherly now, even if that
clasped and intruding leg of his was far from brotherly in its intent and
in its effect.
Slowly the color revived in the oval smoothness of Marion's cheeks. She
opened languorous, swimming eyes. Aware suddenly of a naked knee
which had slipped upward to press upon her almost nude and
throbbing crotch, she gave the brazen limb a shamed push, which it
accepted as notice of eviction and moved some inches downward. "Oh,
Stanley," she sighed, cheek-to-cheek with him now. "Isn't that the most
wonderful way to kiss? Don't you suppose we just gave each other the
most entrancing kiss that was ever exchanged?"
"I would be willing to enter it in any osculatory competition whatever
— professionals not barred," he said with his attractive smile.
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"Do you and Mildred and other people kiss just like that?" she asked
faintly.
"There is precedent," he replied gravely. "I didn't lay claim to the
discovery, you know. And as for Mildred, she loves that kind of kiss."
"Well, it must be all right then," she murmured comfortably. "For
Mildred distinctly told me that we should kiss in any way that you
wished and that I liked. She said it would give me aplomb and control.
But I don't feel very well under control just now, Stanley, except by
these great arms and legs of yours. Please, please, withdraw your thigh
from between mine for it makes me feel — oh — I can't tell you just
how!"
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CHAPTER 9
"Well, get in between my legs then," he suggested. "Legs may hug as
well as arms, Maro."
For a moment she resisted, but presently she found herself,
nevertheless, held by hard thighs which pressed her own. She snuggled
against him now in an increased intimacy of contact which was very
comfortable and very delightful, if only one could mentally ignore the
great affair which made him male and which, she decided, he could
not help having or even help its being so infinitely disconcerting and
so agitating, so suggestive and thrilling.
She was pulling roguishly at the matted dark hair upon his great chest.
"You licked my whole face like a puppy," she said. "It made me feel so
queer. But now I know why — all this fur shows that you are just a
great St. Bernard — or maybe a splendid mastiff."
He grinned boyishly. "Getting used to brother's big body, aren't you,
Maro?" he commented. "Not so frightened over seeing me in this rag of
a two-ounce suit as you were?"
She shook her head, flushing. "I guess I was silly about that," she said.
"But you did — you do — look so very bare in it, and you're so big and
white and hairy, only burned here and there. And I'd never seen any
men this way, you know. But I do begin to like to see you this way —
and you are splendid, you know. And I do begin to see, too, that it is
rather foolish to be squeamish about being as unhampered and
comfortable as can be — for swimming or for any sports. But all this
hair — it's just a trifle bothersome. Isn't it the least bit indecent to have
it all on display?"
"Oh, 'all'!" he exclaimed. "Only samples, sweet sister. You'd be
surprised!"
She flushed more deeply, but continued to twist the dark strands
playfully and even to rub the exhibited nipples with soft hands in a
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new forwardness which she failed to recognize as such and which
hugely pleased the man. "It does make you like a great animal," she
murmured. "I'd be scared if there were more of it!"
"My blessed Maro!" he exulted. "You've found a sort of finger kiss that
is extremely pleasant — and it's your own invention, as far as I am
concerned. When you rub me there and twirl my nipples under your
palms it gives me sensations!"
"Sensations?" she queried ashamedly. "I'm not being disgustingly
naughty, I hope. I — I sort of like to pet you here — and — since my
fingers seem to please you — well — could I just..."
Her soft voice died away as, quivering, she found fortitude and
courage to lay her warm lips on the pink circle and the rosier tip which
imitated so absurdly the ornaments of her own swelling bust.
Stanley's surprise, as well as his pleasure in this unexpected advance of
his timid and modest sister-in-law, were very genuine. For it was a
novelty to him to learn that the ardent kisses of lovely feminine lips on
such a sterile spot could have an effect so very pleasant.
He yearned suddenly for more of those kisses. As if reading his
thoughts, and content to thus assuage her own desires and his, since
surely this was a kiss she had been taught was permissible between
them, Marion let a rosy, shamed tongue mingle with the movements of
her lips.
For several minutes, she kissed each nipple and licked each tiny tip,
too, with growing gusto and pleasure. "Oh!" she cried chokingly,
showing him for an instant a rosy and intent face, "You'd be surprised,
Stanley, dear, how very nice it is to pet you this way. And I'm going to
do for you the same thing you did to my nose and my chin..."
Her voice died away, muffled by the flesh and hair of his chest. He
shivered, to the gentle and then the feverish suction which her dainty
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lips applied to each of his nipples. "My little precious!" he sighed
tenderly. "That is absolutely delightful, and all your own, as I've told
you. And since it feels so good, I'm beginning to envy the women who
have babies and nurse them."
"I'm afraid it must be really very naughty," Marion sighed, raising a
flushed face reluctantly, "since it makes us both feel so — agitated.
And Grandmother always said that we should be suspicious of things
that we found very enjoyable, for the devil baits his traps with
tempting sensations."
"We've got a good many of the grandmotherly shackles still to break,
haven't we?" he smiled.
"Oh, I know she's old fashioned, but she is a dear," his companion
conceded. "But until now, I've had only her. Now I've got you and
Mildred and I can't tell you how happy it makes me! Don't you think
Mildred is a darling — in all ways, of course — but I mean for letting
us, even coaxing us, to have such lovely 'spoonings' together?"
"She's all of that!" he said fervently. "She's a broadminded and clever
old sweet, and she loves us both with all her heart."
"But I just cannot understand," observed Marion as she pressed the
narrow band of his bathing-suit into a mere wisp and laid her flushed
cheek on his white, hard stomach, "how you can seem so indifferent or
even amused when she lets everybody in sight kiss her whenever they
meet — that Gerard Crandall and Charley Barlow and, oh, all the
grown men and the boys too."
"She's very kissable," said Stanley, unruffled. "And it's a great treat for
them to feel those lips of hers melt against theirs in that way she has of
making a kiss a real event. It's the custom of the country also, my
sweet."
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"Oh, I know," murmured Marion with just a touch of what she failed to
recognize as jealousy in her tone. "I've seen how you lay your lips on
those of Sylvia Crandall and Suzanne Barlow and all these other girls
on a sudden impulse when something you have said or done has
amused or pleased you. But, well, anyhow, you don't go out with any of
them and kiss and kiss and kiss the way you do with me, do you?"
"Not even with Mildred," he laughed.
He took her head of dusky gold in his broad palms and, after rubbing
his almost naked belly with her unresisting but reddening soft cheeks,
he suddenly lowered the lovely head until one of the girl's cheeks lay
right on his enlarged and stiffened sex.
For an instant, the maiden failed to recognize the nature of the contact.
Then the warmth of velvet cheek and of swollen virility communicated
through the thin black silk. He saw her lovely eyes widen and her face
glow scarlet. Her white neck stiffened into revolt and he allowed her
to raise her abashed head.
"Oh, my God, Stanley, how could you do a thing like that!" she gasped
tremulously.
Her eyes started wildly into his and he saw that the maiden was
shivering. It was clear that an episode which would have passed as a
suggestive and welcome joke in the midst of the young colonists on the
beach, and which would have aroused uproarious laughter and
perhaps would have brought him a slap on the cheek and then a kiss
from some young wife thus affronted, had torn this virgin's spirit
tremendously. "What?" he queried, with disingenuous innocence. "Oh,
you mean the laying of your cheek where 'little girls mustn't touch!' It
was nothing to get so stirred up about. Just a momentary hard pillow
for my small sister. Don't you recognize the fact, dear, that this puritan
and 'chaste' upbringing you've had has just succeeded in making you
squeamish about bodies, including your own adorable body?"
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Still wide-eyed, Marion pondered this for a minute. "Perhaps—" she
faltered, "you may be right, Stanley, to some extent. I see what you
mean, at least. Since we're all human beings together, why make ogres
out of each other? Is it something like that? Yet certainly, for the sake
of the race, we must maintain certain reserves, and you wouldn't want
girls of your own household to be entirely blasé and hardened, would
you?"
And Marion looked grieved. "I don't think I've been as squeamish
about bodies as you accuse me of being. I'm not conscious of having
harbored bad thoughts about them or being unduly obsessed by them.
Though, of course—"
She flushed again at her effort at a frank self-disclosure. "Of course,"
she continued, "I've been affected by our 'petting.' That couldn't be
avoided, could it? But I think I was clear minded, at first anyway, in
merely a keen admiration for your strong body."
With a soft laugh, he caught her up for a quick hug and a kiss.
"You are the cutest thing, Maro!" he said. "But you'll be the death of me
yet! Listen, Mildred thinks you should pick yourself a nice, wealthy,
attractive husband, and there will be plenty of aspirants. But consider
this thought in case any man should strike your fancy strongly enough
so that you accept his suit: You'll be condemning him to an unpleasant
destiny because I'll certainly kick him all about the place and out the
front door!"
"But good heavens!" gasped Marion, wide of eye once more. "I don't
want to get married! I haven't the slightest notion of it!"
"You'd better not!" he growled with a smile in his brown eyes. "At least
not until the real prince comes along, one whom I can wholly approve
and think worthy of you."
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She paid no attention in her ardent desire to disclaim utterly her
sister's benevolent plans. "I'd far rather be just a sister to you and
Mildred," she said. "And maybe a friend to your very best friends."
"A worse fate — for you and for us — could readily be imagined," he
smiled.
"Yet," suggested Marion, calming a little and continuing a gentle
massage of his belly as she lay in his arms, "yet, after all, it's sort of
tyrannical for you to assume to forbid me, in case I wished. It's as if you
were to announce possession of me, as if I were a conquered people or a
newly discovered land."
"Looked at like that," he admitted, "it sounds detestable of me."
"Oh, not detestable!" cried Marion softly.
With one bare arm she hugged his neck while her other hand trailed
downward along the isthmus of dark hair which led from the grove on
his chest. The hand nipped and pulled gently. It slipped beneath the
fabric to follow that fascinating band of hair down over the navel. "Not
detestable!" she disclaimed again. "Do you know, Stanley, I wasn't the
least bit peeved, really. I rather liked you so bossy."
He held his breath, maintaining an utter silence lest he should disturb
her little reverie. For in that reverie, the girl did not observe at all that
the primitive construction of his suit made the present location of her
caressing fingers on his abdomen rather perilous.
In her interest in that trail of soft hair, she pursued it well below the
indentation of his navel. And suddenly her fingers paused in brief
bewilderment. Then she cried out chokingly in deepest shame. She
snatched away her hand. She buried her rosy face in his neck.
For the isthmus of hair had ended suddenly in a regular thicket. And,
pressed downward into that thicket by the confinement of the strained
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fabric, lay a bald, smooth, warm, hard something which her fingertips
had momentarily touched — touched and then gropingly taken just
the merest bit of its substance into a clasp which delighted him beyond
words.
"Oh — o-o-o-o-h — oh, God — Stanley—!" she gasped in a wee wail.
"I — I didn't m-mean — I didn't realize — can you ever forgive me?"
"Precious numbskull," he soothed, the tan of his face suffused with red,
"it was just a joke on you. I let it happen — with delight, I assure you.
You haven't committed the crime of the ages. No longer ago than last
week, when we were having a beach picnic in the moonlight, a young
schoolgirl of this colony performed the same exploration on my body.
And Mildred, sitting on my other side, observed it and smiled at me.
But this girl of whom I speak did it deliberately, out of purely sensual
curiosity, all the while continuing to show me the naked bust which
had escaped from her little suit and which had produced that swelling
in my bathing costume in the first place. "She was not sure of impunity
at first — she's only seventeen — and her movements were very
furtive and slow. But she soon saw she could act as she liked and she
was too absorbed to notice Mildred's amused, sparkling eyes. She did
not just touch and run, as you did, Maro. No, she grasped and toyed and
fondled. But suddenly she withdrew her hand. She kissed me hotly and
furtively on the thigh and she rolled over and buried her face in her
arms. She was shaking like a leaf in the moonlight and Mildred vows
she spent. And that same lady swears too that it was undoubtedly the
first time this small but lascivious Betty had ever had the opportunity
to touch such a nude affair, which may be correct."
"Spent — sp-spent?" whispered Marion. "Oh, yes — oh — d-don't ttell
me — I think I understand. But how could you and Mildred let
that go on! I should have cried out if I had been there and I should have
lunged at her!"
"It was by no means an unnatural thing for her to want to do, the
sensual, curious child," observed Stanley. "And so, when she found by
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slow experiment that it was permitted to her, she couldn't resist — any
more than I could. Yet I think this small Betty comes nearer to being in
what we call a state of innocence than any other member of this group
of young people."
"Well, I don't like it!" announced Marion. "You should all be ashamed
— you and Mildred and the girl — and I'd have done something about
it if I'd been there!"
"Who's being possessive now?" he laughed, far from ill pleased by the
manifest but unconscious jealously which moved his sister-in-law — a
jealously of which he knew that even Mildred had not been entirely
free at the time of the episode he had narrated, but which that
charming wife of his had found provocative of sensuality rather than
sadness.
But this reflection stirred him to emulate the frankness of this
beautiful maiden and to try to make clear to her the psychology of an
earlier topic. "You are speaking — and you've been pondering on the
matter — of the way in which we kiss and fondle and take even
greater liberties without regard for ties of marriage or kinship or
anything else," he said. "That is pretty nearly universal nowadays
wherever young people, married or unwedded, get together with a
party of friends or even with a few strangers scattered among them. I'm
not claiming it's pure joy for me to see Mildred's lovely lips crushed
against the mouth of another man in a kiss from which each of them
draws pleasure. But there's such a thing — it's a bit of rather abstruse
psychology, Maro — as finding a queer enjoyment in what is
theoretically an outrage and a grievance.
"It's certainly a brazen pilfering of my property by the man — a brazen
delivery of it by Mildred — with no account taken of me in the
transaction whatever. And the woman may as well find that — often
without her being able to explain or analyze it — she gets a thrill out
of being robbed of her exclusive rights to the man's caresses and
affection.
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"There are plenty of cases in which this tendency to gain a perverse
delight out of being outraged may grow to an extent which a maiden
like you would find incredible. I have known — I know now — a very
highly placed man who was visited at his home by an old college mate
in whose utter reticence he thought he could confide, and he carried
his naked and squealing young wife to the bed of his guest and left her
there. I know another who performed the unspeakable act of drugging
his own unmarried sister — with whom I've always thought him to be
unconsciously in love — and allowing his closest male friend to help
him strip her to the skin. And they made of it a rite lasting more than
an hour, not counting the subsequent two or three hours during which,
at some risk of the girl recovering sufficiently to know what was going
on, the two rascals did everything except take her virginity.
"This first man — he's a wealthy single man — whispered the tale to
me himself at a club. And I hardly knew whether to feel the more
flattered that he should so highly rate my trustworthiness or to feel
insulted that he should feel I would not violently resent what he had
done."
Marion was squeezing her soft lips with the fingers of one hand as if to
choke back agitated words. "What — oh, my God, how foul! What else
did they do to her?" she whispered shakily.
"I'd better not tell you," he said. "You're pretty overwrought already,
sweet sister. But what I am driving at is that all the sensuality which
really sways the world is shot with perversity. And these chaps were
not roughnecks at all but very respectable and respected citizens
impelled by lust to sudden rampage."
"Tell me," he heard in a faint whisper.
"They removed their clothing," he went on, "and they coiled her fingers
about their excited members. They lay beside her, pressing her
between them. They lay upon her. They rubbed their excited tools—"
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"Stanley!" expostulated the girl feebly.
"—upon her naked body," he continued. "You've asked for this, Maro!
They raised her loins and dragged her to the edge of her bed. Then
they parted her legs to permit themselves to rub their stiff organs right
in the groove of her sex. They laughed to see her face redden and her
white body grow tense as what they were doing affected her nerves
and gave her lecherous dreams even in her unbroken unconsciousness.
"The brother heard his maddened friend gasp out a plea that the girl
should be violated and an offer of a fortune for the privilege. He
laughed, more than half-crazed himself, and vowed that he himself
would give much more than that if he dared possess her."
"No — no — no!" gasped the trembling Marion, her voice rising into a
little shriek. "No more — don't tell me more! It's like a glimpse into the
inferno of human — inhuman — foulness and brutality. Oh, Stanley, it
hurts me somehow — wholly aside from shocking me unspeakably. For
something of horror now seems to rest even upon the gentle, tender
caresses which are so lovely since they lead to passion and passion
leads to such excesses."
"You're passionate, aren't you, old sweetness?" said Stanley happily. "I
must confess that I didn't think you were until I saw your marvelous
response to my kisses."
"Mildred says—" whispered Marion shamefacedly.
She paused, hesitating, and then laid her lips to his ear. "She says I am
very passionate by nature — like her — like our parents — like you. I
don't know how she knows or even whether she's right. I didn't know it
myself. If she is correct—" she breathed.
"Yes, Mildred told me you would be a darling volcano if aroused," he
said indiscreetly. "She explained that she was sure you were
passionate by nature"
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"How dare she tell you that and then go on to encourage us to be alone
together and to pet!" cried Marion indignantly. "Why, it's just as if she
had said to you: 'Here's my hot-blooded young sister. Kiss and hug her
and she'll get very excited and you'll see how very naughty she can be,
though she poses as such a prim thing!' I don't think it was nice of her at
all, really, I don't."
"You know she just wanted to pry you out of your otherworldness, to
counteract your upbringing, to make you one of the young set to which
you were born," he said mildly, careful not to caress her in this guarded
mood. "And your fortunate brother-in-law is the chosen instrument of
the process."
"Are you just an 'instrument,' Stanley?" she asked. "Don't you really
mean any of the sweet things you have done to me?"
"You know whether I mean them, sweetness, little beauty with the
exquisite face and the dear dimples and the shining hair!" he
whispered.
He was-half lying upon her now as they both turned suddenly
dangerously tender. And Marion, looking him full in the eyes, was
trembling, disconcerted, happy, unresisting.
He buried his face, his moving lips, in her lovely neck. He kissed her
upper arms, the shaven nooks beneath them. He let his lips return to
her for a torrid kiss.
And his mouth sank to a bare and comely shoulder, so very poorly
protected, like its mate, by the loose, scant garment she wore. "You
would kiss and pet my body, would you, trying to outrage a poor,
delicate creature when all I had done was to kiss and caress your sweet
face!" He raised his head to observe her with loving mockery. "Well,
there is such a thing as revenge in this humdrum world, as dainty
pirates like you may discover!"
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CHAPTER 10
"Stanley, oh, Stanley, Stanley!" sighed the maiden.
Flat upon her back now, her bare thighs enduring between them the
agitating invasion of the male leg which he had cast over her nearer
one, her smooth and lovely shoulders warm from his exploring lips,
Marion had hardly stirred and had not protested at all as the delicious
kisses covered all the revealed skin of her upper chest as with an
invisible garment.
But, since the wee slip of a suit was very deeply cut in a V-shaped
front, and since the mouth of her brother-in-law rested now directly
between the exquisite mounds which heaved on either side of his lips
with the girl's agitated breathing, and since his lips contrived to push
somewhat farther to the side the silk which so loosely and thinly
covered her breasts and to rest caressingly against each inner slope for
a moment, the bedrugged and dormant guardians of her fundamental
chastity awakened alarmed as they had been when this same man had
laid torrid, lascivious lips just beneath the promontories of the dimpled
buttocks.
"Oh, Stanley!" Marion stammered, striving vainly to press aside the
hands which bound her, shoulder and thigh, to keep her in position for
this browsing which was to him a treat beyond compare. "Stanley,
dear, please, don't kiss me on my bust! And don't — oh, don't uncover
me — and kiss me anymore!" she whispered.
And she ended with a little whimpering wail, for suddenly feverish
firm lips, which would not be frustrated by a loose, light fold of silk,
had pressed the fabric even farther to one side. Lips that trembled, lips
that shot heat through the weakly struggling Marion, fixed themselves
in a long kiss upon the rosy bud which formed a glorious adornment at
the very summit of the perfect, milky white breast.
"Oh, my God, my God!" burst from the quivering lips of the girl. "Let
me loose — don't kiss me there. Cover my bosom, Stanley! Oh, Stanley,
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you're driving me crazy! You don't w-want m-me, Stanley, you don't
want me to insist upon going back home — and never, never coming
out alone with you again, do you!"
"I do not," he replied. "Nor do I expect to allow such an infantile action
as that. Did anyone ever tell you, darling little Maro, that your breasts
are beyond compare in sheer beauty?"
"Stanley, you're hurting me, making me lose my faith in you," she cried
plaintively, yet moved, despite all her shame in this first revelation of
her nude bosom to male eyes, by his earnest eulogy as well as by the
hot kiss which he now proceeded to lay upon her other nipple after his
pushing lips had uncovered it.
Since he wished to utilize his hands otherwise than in holding her
feebly struggling form as they had been doing, he eased his great body
farther upon hers, pinning her down at hips and belly by a firm weight
which he strove to keep from being oppressive but which added much
to Marion's agitation.
"There — you're violating our compact!" she panted. "You have
pushed my suit almost down to my waist. And your lips, your lips! Do
you want me to go quite mad!"
He raised a flushed brown head. "Violating our compact?" he queried
reproachfully. "How can you accuse me of that, Maro? What am I
doing?"
"You're half-stripping me," she quavered. "And seeing me and kissing
me in spots where not even my sister's husband has any right to. And
you're humiliating me and making me feel that you don't respect me in
the least, and treating me as if—!"
"Ah, kissing you," he sighed. "And wasn't I to have that sweet privilege,
dear, by our agreement?"
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"Well, but I thought it meant only my face," she quavered. "And,
anyhow, the stripping — that is certainly not kissing — or spooning
— or petting — as we were to do within limits!"
"Would you wish me, then, to kiss your bathing suit?" he smiled.
"Kisses are for the skin, darling sister. Ask Mildred if you're in doubt of
that."
She was silent for a moment, palpitating, bewildered by his argument.
With head still raised, he gloried in the rise and fall of the adorable,
firm, bare breasts in the sunlight with the accelerated breathing of the
maiden.
"Then you think I've committed myself to being kissed quite anywhere
you wish?" she whispered faintly. "But, my God, Stanley, at least have
mercy and be contented with what you already have! For, if you were
to kiss me again on — where you did yesterday — I'm certain I should
have hysterics. Your lips on my breasts drive me almost wild, and being
half-naked with you this way! I couldn't stand more — indeed I
couldn't. So be a very sweet and dear brother and be kind to a girl who
is trying to keep her word to you."
"Then you concede to me this darling bosom — this torso of radiant,
rosy white, this form which I have never seen equaled anywhere?" he
whispered gloatingly.
Marion was silent, struggling in the throes of an internal conflict in
which those monitors of her chastity found their voices almost
drowned out by the thumping of the drums of her senses. For her
brother-in-law had added to the force of his irresistible arguments
and his even more irresistible personality by slipping his own almost
nude torso upwards on her own. And now, as he laid his lips gently on
her mouth, her naked breasts were pressed deliciously by the shaggy
and muscular chest of the man.
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She squirmed gently beneath him but did not refuse him her warm and
clinging lips. "I — I suppose I must — since you already appear to
have me — uncovered there for your kisses," she whispered. "And
since I seem to have made a very foolish and unforeseeing promise to
you"
"My young blessed!" he said fondly, making her gasp by the gentle
friction of his chest upon her sensitive bust. "And let me reassure you a
little if I can by telling you that even this which we are doing is no
more than 'petting', as petting is understood by the young lights of the
up-and-coming generation. And I'll take the liberty of reminding you,
too, Miss Stone, now that you have recovered a trifle of self-control,
that your own sweet lips wandered — playfully, no doubt, at first, but
later quite warmly and excitedly — upon my own body in these same
regions."
"I — I know I did that," murmured the flushed Marion. "I hardly
realized. I know I was being held — but I did get so excited when I
found how nice it was to do and how it agitated you too. And — oh, I
don't know just why — but I seemed to go into a fever of indecent
actions. Your great body, hard and strong, but with skin so fine and soft.
And it just seemed to me that I must pet it a little and kiss your funny,
cute little imitation nipples, too"
"You did more than kiss them, my dear Miss Stone," he observed with
mock severity. "And, if I am not mistaken, this very soft and delicate
little hand had an audacity which shocked me to the very core.
Vengeance in kind is my motto. And so — how would you like it if I..."
Instantly the beleaguered and apprehensive Marion was in a
shivering, writhing stew in which she tried, with futility, to slip from
beneath the weight of his body. "Don't — oh I beg, I plead. It will be all
over between us, I warn you, Stanley!" she wailed feverishly.
For her brother-in-law had laid his flattened hand upon her body just
beneath the denuded bosom and his extended finger tended
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downwards, touching the tiny pit of the navel in the middle of the
belly of satin, then, still slipping farther as if determined to return the
visit, the unintentional, indiscreet visit so hastily paid to his own
secrecies by a maidenly hand half an hour earlier. Under the fabric
which still covered the abdomen it advanced very slowly. Almost at
the verge of a silken thicket, it paused. "You threaten me, eh, lady,
with the bane of your eternal displeasure?" he said thickly.
This beautiful and nearly nude girlish body drove him more nearly
mad than he could recall ever having been in these circumstances.
"No!" Marion almost shouted as his hand made another ominous move,
this time touching soft curls. "No, no!" cried the girl shakily. "I don't
threaten — I beg — I plead with you not to shame me to death by
what it would almost kill me to endure!"
He smiled down into her reddened face and into her almost terrified
eyes. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from within her very thin
garment and she released haltingly the breath which she had caught
and held in her apprehension of that masculine touch upon her
privacies.
"Oh — thank you!" she whispered tremulously. "I knew you couldn't
be so — so cruel as that."
And, it was perhaps in the outburst of her gratitude over being spared
such an unendurably libidinous contact, that Marion now so sweetly
succumbed to whatever else he had in mind for her in the way of
somewhat less soul-shaking familiarities. With her glorious young
breasts, he did now as he pleased. And life — for Marion — became a
succession of thrills which made her tremble and sigh and sometimes
moan in the ardor which he awakened in the recesses of her tingling
body.
Her lips and bosom shared now the contact of his sensual mouth, and
always she hugged and kissed him heatedly when his voracious lips
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drifted upward from their fair pastures below to grip and to hold hers.
Their tongues writhed and licked in serpentine juncture and the
shaking girl, moaning with the innocent lechery which this mutual
caress always awakened in her, was too intent upon its joys to note
clearly how one of his hands feasted here and there upon her body
while their tongues were playing and their lips clinging and sucking.
Every bit of her exquisite form he visited thus. And though her scant
suit still clung in some places, he was unhampered by any fabric on her
lovely legs and bust and belly.
It was with a panting regret that she released his neck from her
clinging, warm arms when he manifested the desire to feast his
maddening lips again upon her body. Her breasts almost ached with
the straining delight of his kisses and lickings and of the soft suction
which he applied every little while to the rigid coral treasures of her
nipples. She was gurgling, panting, rolling at last from the immense
passion and thwarted desires which arose from the caverns where they
had slept. "Oh — o-o-o-o-o-h — God in heaven!" she wailed softly at
last. "I think you are killing me with pleasure, Stanley, darling! I can't
stand it — I can't, I can't. It makes me ache to be wicked, wicked — to
pretend I'm your wife, to be your wife, your — your anything! You
don't want me this way, Stanley; you want me to still be your decent
sister. This is — oh, unspeakably lovely — but it makes me bad, bad,
bad!"
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CHAPTER 11
The long silence which ensued upon Marion's quavering protests was
broken only by the rasping sighs of the man and the softer and more
plaintive sighs of the maiden. She now felt that her short lifetime of
modesty and aloofness from carnal impulses had been transformed into
burning, unformulated desires which wracked her. She realized that
little by little her scant apparel was gradually slipping yet farther
downward. Her arms had been entirely freed of the fabric now, the arm
holes withdrawn over her hands. Upon a cream belly, masculine
fingers took a delicate pleasure.
Her eyes closed, the girl lay panting, too weak to give resistance to any
of his tactile liberties. For Stanley had so ensconced himself now
between the extended and naked legs that he lay directly upon her
body, and Marion was victim of the atavistic and age-old fires which
burn within the human female when made to serve as bed for the male.
For an instant, he knelt on the sand between the widely parted legs of
the lass, and the instant sufficed for him to peel his bathing shirt over
his head.
Marion, without opening her eyes, gasped as he lay once more upon
her. For now she could feel clearly the mingling of their naked torsos,
and the magical effect of the contact of their skins, of their bared
bellies, which led the girl, as well as the man, into ecstatic delight.
She shivered and clung to his neck as, relieving her of the weight she
already adored to feel upon her body, he swept her breasts and velvet
belly with his own nudity. With gently fumbling fingers, he pressed
still farther downward the crumpled band of silk which still clad
Marion and also the short trunks which constituted all his own
remaining attire. And it was upon the full, wee mound of her sex, upon
the uncovered grove of silken ringlets which adorned that mound, that
he pressed now not only the crisp forest of his own secrecies but the
naked and rampant rod which had already fired the girl to frenzy and
threatened the utter rout of her chastity.
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Between her legs, she felt the light swaying of a sack whose nature she
did not fully comprehend. And, even though a slip of silk still covered
her wee cleft, it seemed to her that she felt the heat of that naked sack
through the fabric.
Relying upon the trembling, weakened state of his young sister-in-law
— conscious that she now shared his own fires to the full even in her
ignorance and innocence — Stanley crouched over her somewhat
higher and offered himself the sensual joy of rubbing his huge erection
over the tender, heaving young belly.
But with this maddening contact savored to the full, the appalled
instincts of all her native purity collected their forces for one effort
more in behalf of chastity. To Marion, this would mean only one thing:
she was to be used — nay, she was being used — as a woman is used by
a man.
"Spare me, spare me!" she half-sobbed, and, writhing beneath his
covering body, she managed the supreme effort necessary to turn
herself upon her face.
"Why, you silly, sweet, darling little wretch!" cried Stanley and he fell
upon the white satin of her bared back with gentler kisses as he sensed
more fully her dismay. "Did you actually think I was going to be false
to my pledge when you have so loyally sustained yours? You're
shivering, blessed baby. What did you think I was going to do to you?"
"I thought — oh, I thought you were going to — take me!" quavered
Marion, her golden head buried in her arms. "When you had us both
all bare that way."
"Never!" he cried impulsively.
And then he modified his pledge: "That is, never unless both you and
Mildred actually urge it and unless your sister agrees that it will do no
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harm for you to have the pre-marital experience that so many of our
unwedded girls have had."
She gave a little choked cry. "Then it will be never," she quavered.
"But, Stanley, how can you keep referring to all this as merely 'kissing'
when you know very well that you — that we — are acting most
atrociously?"
"Kissing — and spooning — and a little petting," he maintained. "Just
a sweet, feverish enjoyment for both of us and with no evil effect
whatever."
He was gloating over the silken expanse of her small and perfect back
and shoulders. For the maiden was nude to the loins in the rear as she
had been in front.
He kissed the smooth skin in a dozen spots. His lips lay tenderly on the
dimples which were revealed just above the crumpled fabric of the
bathing suit. His palms smoothed the white, soft sides. And Marion,
sighing and vibrating anew, had no word of expostulation.
Suddenly he saw her tremble violently and heard her moan softly.
And he noted that his swaying member was touching ever and again
her exquisite flesh and that the effect of this recognizable contact was
maddening to the girl.
Raising the elastic cord of his trunks, he covered his virility. "As I told
you," he whispered," kisses may be applied with more than the lips —
with tender fingers, with skin touching skin. And you must not be too
quick to blame yourself or both of us. For I tell you, precious sister, that
such joys as we are sharing are indulged in with no qualms whatever
by these cultured, highly bred young people of our set. Maidens and
youths, young wives and husbands, have lain naked in each other's
arms in this very hollow in the moonlight and in many another spot on
this beach. And they permit themselves 'everything but that' in the
way of pleasures. And they take no thought whatever of whether it is
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their own mate or fiancé who is with them, since a new body always
has its added charm of mystery and delight."
"Stanley, dearest, it's inconceivable, what you tell me!" cried the
maiden. "But surely they must be very common wretches — in spite of
a veneer of refinement!"
"Not at all," he declared. "They are what we are accustomed to regard
as the flower of our civilization, for you know that none but a chosen
few can even get into this colony. But they simply decline to be bound
any longer by rigid conventions which have deprived us of many,
many hours of happy dalliance in the past."
"Yet certainly," she argued, turning her lovely flushed face sideways
to allow him a quick kiss upon her lips as his snuggling mouth mutely
quested it, "certainly they cannot always restrain themselves — can
they — from — from actual unfaithfulness to marriage vows or to
betrothal pledges?"
He smiled, just a shade grimly.
"They cannot," he admitted. "And this moon which is looking down on
us now has seen things which would make mere marital infidelity
seem as innocent as rosebuds by comparison. Infidelity is frequent, to
be sure, but, since in the very next hollow in the sand, hubby may be
doing likewise with wifey's intimate friend, wifey fears no wracking
reproach for giving herself entirely. But many of our friends —
married or unmarried — pride themselves upon the fidelity and
determination with which they have avoided normal penetrations of
the body. Yet, in this avoidance, they succumb to perversities for the
sake of the spasm, perversities which make the moon draw a cloud
over its shining face and which would seem to you entirely incredible
if I essayed to describe them."
Marion shuddered, but her imagination was unable to apprise her in
the least of his meanings. It did not, nevertheless, fail to inform her that
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gentle pressures had so lowered the suit beneath her loins in the rear
that some inches of the crevice between her buttocks must be very
indecently revealed, for his lips were straying between pauses in his
words and she could feel a moist and very perturbing tongue softly
licking along that shameful crack.
As she sent a small hand to repair the indelicate exposure in her rear,
the slender wrist was gently grasped and the fingers rendered
impotent, while, very slowly, the unveiling of the upper slopes of those
snowy buttocks continued.
"I beg of you, Stanley, for the sake of heaven!" she cried softly. "Can't
you see that you are making me shudder with shame?"
"The shame, my darling, is an aphrodisiac — not that you are in need
of one" he replied.
Nevertheless, he refrained from further revelations of her almost
denuded person — and he pillowed his cheek luxuriously upon the
nearly naked backside.
Struggling for self-control, Marion ended by tacitly acquiescing in
being thus used as a pillow, while her soft thighs and her silken back
were gently caressed by his wandering fingers. "But surely you and
Mildred, at least," she murmured as she remembered his previous
amazing disclosures, "do not yield to these shameful promiscuities."
"Mildred is a young and adorable rogue," he said. "She loves to pester
and excite these young chaps by showing this and that, usually as if by
chance, and then smiling coolly upon them when they manifest
agitation. Her marvelous breasts — worthy rivals even of yours, Maro
— almost broke up a social gathering the other day when she showed
them playfully, offering me non-existent sustenance from them."
"My dear!" gasped Marion. "I should think you would have expired of
shame and indignation — and have beaten her or something."
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"That cave-mannish stuff is a bit outmoded," smiled her brother-inlaw.
"Though Mildred enjoys a simulacrum of it at times. And she is
nothing loath to whack me sometimes in a little game she has invented
in which I play the role of her child instead of her husband, until a
certain moment in the proceedings. There are girls here, though, who
like nothing so much as to be shamefully and painfully flogged under
condition of the utmost possible indecency — and by persons with no
right whatever over them."
"Good heavens, I certainly can't comprehend that!" cried the maiden.
"Did you speak to Mildred about what we were talking of yesterday
— letting that Gerry Crandall into her boudoir, I mean and letting
him raise her bare foot to kiss it, exposing her terribly while doing so?"
"I did," replied Stanley placidly. "And we both laughed heartily about
the way in which his eyes had bulged and his face reddened and —
well — another symptom of his state which was quite manifest."
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CHAPTER 12
Silence fell once again, but a silence speedily punctuated by husky
girlish protests. "Stanley, Stanley, you seem to have sworn to make me
faint with sheer shame! What a place to kiss — right — right between
there! Yes, I know I said you could kiss me, but I never thought you
would be so low and vulgar as—"
He murmured indistinct words which Marion barely caught. "Yes — I
do love your kisses — there, I've admitted it!" she panted. "But — to
open me this way — in such a spot — and to lay your lips there — and
— and use your tongue too! It makes me wild — I could faint with
shame!"
Again — with his voice muffled by the abundant flesh which masked
it as he perversely explored with face and lips and tongue the rosy
valley between the lovely buttocks which his fingers parted, Stanley
murmured something.
"Well, yes, " she assented again. "Perhaps it's more than just shame that
moves me. I know — I c-can — h-hardly — t-talk! Oh, God, Stanley,
let me up! If you don't s-stop this m-minute, I'll g-get up and r-run
away! Stanley, Stanley, Oh, God, you've pulled off my suit entirely! I'm
naked, naked!"
With a gasping wail, Marion's voice trailed off into a series of panting
sighs. But her backward-thrust hands battled to pry from her rear
mounds the male face and the tongue which was just now engaged in
an activity upon a rosy and crinkled nook between them.
"I vow, Maro," he said thickly as he raised his head a mere inch, "if you
keep on struggling I shall promptly roll you over and you know what I
shall see then!"
"No, no — for the sake of heaven — no!" stammered the beleaguered
girl. "But, Stanley, I think you've gone crazy to kiss and lick me in such
a place!"
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"There's no restriction on my kisses, remember that, sweetness," came
his muffled reply. "And, since the little lady needs an initiation into
what kisses can really do to one, she shall have a very complete one."
With one final penetrating lick at the enticing and tiny aperture, he
raised his head. "Don't you venture to move or to squeal as I continue
my lesson," he said huskily. "There may a dozen pairs of spooners all
about us, although not near enough to spy upon us. But remember that
I shall roll you right over if you scream!"
He bent forward over the quivering body of the sighing, thrilled
Marion, who was shivering, he knew, from what had already
happened. He slowly parted the lovely thighs which she had clapped
together as soon as the opportunity was afforded her.
His breath was hot upon the flesh of the snowy legs which the
moonlight gilded faintly. On the tender skin of the maiden's back, his
swollen tool rested and moved as he leaned. She shuddered at the
contact. All her exquisite body was trembling.
He kissed the soft thighs. His glowing face glided between them. It
pressed upward and inward.
Feeling the heated breath of the man upon the most secret of her
charms, and realizing that it was exposed to his eyes and his fingers,
too, if he chose, the girl clamped her thighs upon his.
Even yet — even after undergoing that delicious if odious caress in the
rear — she had no real conception of what awaited her from this
lecherous, beloved brother-in-law of hers.
She caught her breath suddenly and then exhaled it in a tremulous
sigh which was a groan of infinite delight and infinite shame. For his
lips were feverish in a torrid and prolonged kiss directly upon the
delicate rose of the tightly pressed lips, which his eyes had rapturously
scanned before he had lowered his mouth.
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Kiss after kiss he gave her thus and the girl writhed upon her naked
belly amid the sand. And not even the fact that her involuntary
movements made that monster which she had touched but never seen
press silkily upon her back and loins could make her refrain from
continuing them.
He withdrew his mouth a little but kept his head poised near the
already gently pouting little crevice while his hands prevented the
convulsive motion with which the nervous thighs would have drawn
together. He inspected anew the delicious nook. His breath was hot
upon it.
His face slowly pressed lower. His tongue protruded. And Marion,
shaking as if in an ague, groaned dully as she felt that moist, ineffable
touch upon her sex.
From the instant that the licking tongue was drawn along the wee
furrow, Marion's power even to desire immunity evaporated into
nothing. She panted, moaned, gasped, and trembled violently in the
tornado of bliss which swept her whole being. She tried to raise her
plump bottom to give him even greater access. In this, he allowed her
to succeed. Now his eyes, gleaming with his own intimate pleasure,
could detect, while his tongue feasted, the silken shrubbery of the
genital mound beneath the somewhat raised body.
Soft tendrils tickled his forehead, his lips, his nose. From the girl's lovely
body arose the faint and delicate aroma of a healthy and excited
young sex.
For minutes — minutes of maddening and increasing and tantalizing
rapture for Marion and of sheer delight in his ministry on the part of
the man — he continued his licking of the pouting groove, a licking
which became more and more fervent and bliss-dispensing.
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And now the panting maiden was frankly rubbing her raised loins
against his turgid member, even seeking it out, if its pressure was
lightened, in order that she might roll it against her flesh.
Marion cried out in ecstasy and was stricken immobile for an instant as
she felt the borders of her silt parted very gently and the tip of his
tongue intrude between them. Almost sharply she repeated the little
cry as she sensed the dwelling of the tongue's tip after a moment's
exploration upon a point which throbbingly, ecstatically made it
welcome.
And suddenly she was in violent motion beneath him, not trying in the
least to escape this delicious fate, but too wild with frantic bliss to
remain still. He compressed her into immobility but the jangling,
crying nerves continued to writhe in all her person.
It seemed to Marion that she had never before conceived of a heaven
such as this into which she was so amazingly introduced. All her body
swam in sheer ecstasy. Suddenly she cried out sharply, trembling from
head to toes, her buttocks heaving spasmodically, each heave
accompanied by a groan that was almost a shriek then she deluged the
working tongue of the man.
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CHAPTER 13
"And was that a kiss too, Stanley?" queried a weak and shaky little
voice two or three minutes later, minutes in which Marion remained
mute and prostrate, slowly recovering from the shock of a rapture
greater than any which her mind could have conceived.
"It was a kiss — with variations, Maro," he said with grave elation. "It
was the kiss, in fact—"
The girl drew a long, tremulous breath. Her naked and shapely body
wriggled in the soft sand which still gave back to the heat of her frame
the accumulated and stored warmth of the day's sun. "Then kisses must
include pretty nearly everything a man and a woman can do
together," she concluded. "For I had the feeling that I was absolutely
giving myself to you — and was carried right into heaven! How
wicked I've been, for a girl has no right to be happy like that with a
man unless she's married to him, has she? Am I what they called
ruined, disgraced?"
She turned her head to where he sat on the sand by her side. Her great
eyes were shining yet still suffused with languor. And she speedily
averted them again with color returning to her passion-paled face as
she saw his great, well built body as naked as the dawn in the
moonlight. "You are still the immaculate virgin, Maro," he assured her.
He took her nearer hand as she continued to sprawl upon her face.
"Surely you have not been reared in such ignorance that you do not
know how a girl ceases to be a virgin and becomes a wife, or a lover?"
he said gently.
"No — I — my last governess explained certain things," she
murmured, flushing more deeply. "I realize that you haven't really —
taken me. Yet, what you did to me — oh, Stanley — must be far more
wonderful than such a horrid action as she outlined to me. And I don't
see why husband and wife should bother about such a low way of
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mating as that when such a perfectly marvelous delight as you have
shown me can be had instead. Especially," she added naively and
nervously, "especially when that other thing hurts a girl awfully,
doesn't it?"
He drew her soft hand to his person. He placed it upon his abdomen,
where it remained unsuspiciously, exhibiting grateful affection as well
as admiration for this fine male body by sundry smoothings and
pattings of the fine skin and the hard flesh.
He knew that not even in her brief glance at him an instant earlier had
she caught sight of the instruments upon which her satin back had so
lasciviously rubbed when she was in the throes of passion. And truly,
its formidable stature and proportions were calculated to strike terror
to the heart of any maiden, especially if she sought to compare its bulk
with so delicate and small an orifice as that which had just undergone
his inflaming caresses.
Patting the back of the soft hand which was now engaged in tenderly
smoothing his belly and vainly trying to nip the hard flesh of its
muscular substance, he slowly forced it downward toward his crotch.
Hardly aware of the movement towards his secrecies, Marion suddenly
found her fingers upon crisp, thick hair.
She gasped and made a feeble effort to withdraw her imprisoned hand.
"No, dear," he murmured. "You mustn't be unduly startled or nervous.
You are twenty — and how few girls of your age remain in your
ignorance of what the consummation of their future marriage really
means. And in such ignorance, too, regarding the instrument of that
consummation! Have no fear, sweetness, nothing is going to happen to
you. Inform yourself — I wish it and so would Mildred — concerning a
reality which will be much in your life after I have given my shy sisterin-
law away at the altar to some wealthy beggar who is totally
unworthy of her."
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The girl's blood was drumming in her temples. Ever since she had first
seen this pillar distending his scant garment, ever since she had felt it
bearing upon her in their first embraces, ever since she had so unwarily
touched for an instant its smooth tip beneath his trunks, and especially
ever since she had borne its rampant nakedness upon her back and
had been moved to caress it hotly with her skin, a longing akin to an
obsession had smoldered within her being, a longing to touch this
majestic affair again and more prolongedly, a longing to acquaint
herself with it.
She smothered a shamed, excited feeling as she surrendered her other
arm and hand to such intimate exploration as he seemed to wish to
enforce upon her fingers. The fingers which he laid upon the base of
the thicket from which sprouted the oak of his virility were warm and
trembling in his clasp. He coiled them about the root of the shaft,
which they could not encompass wholly. Her immense agitation —
the rush of color to the one soft, oval cheek which he could see —
delighted him.
"No, no — no, Stanley — don't make me — please — I can't stand it!"
she panted softly.
"Nonsense, lassie, you have a right to know how a man is constructed,"
he whispered. "It's nothing to get so upset about."
Patting her white behind with one hand, he took the tips of her fingers
with his other hand. He caused her thus to investigate his dangling
testicles, all the hairy realm of his sex. And then he led her hand again
to the scepter which so dismayed and enticed her.
With unruffled, irregular breathing, with face still gagged and
masked by her arm, Marion now become excitedly enterprising on her
own behalf. With soft fingertips, she took cognizance of this marvelous
plant upwards from its roots.
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"Oh — o-o-o-oh — it's impossible — one couldn't stand it!" she said in
a smothered whisper as she touched the swollen sex timidly just
beneath its great knob. "And it's even bigger up here! Did you really
do that to Mildred? I should think it would have killed her! Did she
have to go to bed for weeks and weeks, and have doctors after the first
time?"
"She went to bed pretty frequently — not always in the nighttime
either — but not because of damage done by this prick or because of
any aversion to its function," he said with a smile.
"Pr-rick?" stammered Marion wonderingly. And then her visible
cheek turned scarlet. "What a horrid, horrid word. I remember now — I
heard a wretched girl say it and then, when she saw I didn't
understand, she insisted on explaining it to me. But a nicer name is —
well — manhood — isn't it?"
"As you like," he conceded with a chuckle. "But you'll be calling such
an article 'ducky darling' and 'mother's pet' and even far less decorous
words after you are wedded."
"I certainly will not!" she maintained stoutly, and he took note that one
eye was now half-visible through long lashes that fluttered, as the fair
head turned ever so slightly and almost involuntarily toward him.
"Because," she went on dreamily as she fingered with a sort of tender
consternation the smooth knob, thereby causing him sensations which
she was unaware of but which gave him much ado in the matter of
restraining an outburst of lechery which would have dismayed her,
"because I'm never going to marry — so there! If you think I'm going to
submit myself to such torment as an object like this could inflict, you
are very much mistaken, Stanley Cochrane! And I certainly cannot
understand how Mildred — why, she must be abnormal — or else I am
— in construction, I mean."
He laughed and called her "baby," which, with the caresses of her
body with both his hands now, she accepted without resentment, too
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absorbed as she was in her digital exploits to find more than increased
pleasure in his endearments and his touches on her naked person.
"Mildred is built about like you, and I speak with some authority since
I've seen you both quite intimately," he went on. "I tell you, Maro, that
if you two lay side by side, with everything veiled except your rosylipped
little cunts, it would be pretty hard to decide which was which,
in spite of the warm hospitality which your lovely sister has so often
afforded me."
"Oh — oh!" protested Marion in a strangled voice. "How can you use
such vulgar words, Stanley, and how can you remind me of the
disgraceful way in which you have viewed my body!"
But her eyes were bright as it flashed upon her suddenly what she
held in her lithe, caressing fingers. The lashes drooped once more as she
noted that he was observing her act, and the flush deepened on her
cheek and brow and temple.
"If you are still incredulous," he murmured, "I have no doubt that
Mildred would willingly let you see how commodiously and
rapturously she houses this standard."
"Oh, how perfectly unspeakable!" said the startled Marion. "Why, I
should never dare to look and I'm sure that she would be revolted to
the soul to permit it!"
She had raised her lovely, flaming face as she spoke and, when she
would have sunk it again into her arm, he caught her tenderly beneath
the chin. "For five minutes, Maro," he murmured, "you have been
wanting and trying to look boldly upon my body. Let's have no more of
that bashful fear of making your quite natural interest manifest."
"I — I didn't want to be — any more brazen than I was already
being—" she faltered.
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Her lids drooped over startled eyes which had just caught full sight of
the great column of flesh to which her fingers still clung. The white lids
arose partway and the girl peered through her lashes. And suddenly
the gray eyes were wide and entranced upon the masculinity of the
man.
"Oh — oh, my heavens!" cried Marion wildly. "How huge, how white
and rosy! Are they all this way, Stanley? If so, you can be quite certain
I shall never marry! Not even my fingers made me realize how
tremendous it is!"
Writhing in eager convolutions, she revealed her round breasts once
again, the nipples rosy because of being ground into the soft sand. The
maiden strove to get her other hand upon the fascinating monster. Yet,
she wailed in a new shame as he facilitated her purpose by
overturning her.
"Stanley, Stanley, I'm quite naked! Oh, don't look at me. Let me lie on
my face again!" she gasped.
"You lie quite still — until your old brother can see fully what an
adorable sister his Mildred has brought to him," he commanded. "If it
comes to that, there is such a thing as reciprocity and I'm peeled down
to my real self too. Lie quite flat, little darling — stop shivering — and
let me see this beard of dark gold, blessed little grove of silk. Part your
legs, sweetness — yes, I know I've seen already but not exactly like
this, not all your glorious nakedness at once."
In an infinity of shame and in a gentle fever of growing pleasure too,
Marion made him the complete sacrifice of her modesty which he
demanded. Hands cast to either side and fingers curled into wee fists,
she submitted to his ecstatic examination.
Not even when, breathing excitedly, he allowed his hands as well as
his eyes every liberty of access and petted and kissed her from head to
little bare toes did she stage any revolt now. She screwed her eyes
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tightly shut at first and her exquisite bust rose and fell with her
agitated breathing. But, as he pursued his luxurious examination and
made nudity the pasture of his warm lips and his ardent fingers, her
eyes opened. With a shy delight, she observed the admiration and
pleasure to which her nakedness had given birth. With a wilder
delight she watched fascinatedly the increased turbulence of his
swaying member, its almost purple and shining knob, its almost
palpitation, as he knelt to lean above her.
And now a small hand stole forth to resume a lascivious and, this time,
uninvited possession of the strutting and superb virility. Kneeling
upward, he allowed her to clutch with both hands once more his sexual
regions. He noted the fitful breathing of the shaken girl, her gasping
sighs and the light convulsions which ever and again shook her white
body. He felt his own passions again reach the danger point. Quickly
he rose to his feet and caught her up likewise.
"Well, sweet little Eve" he said, smiling at her and supporting her
beneath the arms as she swayed.
"Oh, it's paradise — it's Eden!" she whispered huskily as she clung to
him. "But, Adam, it's forbidden fruit. I cannot deceive myself on that
point no matter what sweet, consoling things you say. Imagine being
naked, stark naked, with a naked man and doing all these wicked,
marvelous things! And you the husband of my own sister which makes
it all the worse really because it seems like a disloyalty on the part of
both of us."
"You're better informed, better prepared to cope with life and sex and
what they bring than you were two hours ago, aren't you, dear?" he
asked gently as he saw that those gray legions of conscience and
purity were again active within her. "And as for disloyalty, I assure you
that if your sweet sister were to come upon us now, she would smile
delightedly and probably insist upon giving you at once the spectacle
of those further pleasures which you know only by vague report."
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CHAPTER 14
If Marion — who knew that her sister enjoyed seeing her hug and kiss
most informally with Stanley and sit in his lap and spoon quasifraternally
— needed evidence of the extent to which Mildred was
willing to go in establishing the intimacy of all the household and in
making the newcomer feel "at home," she had such evidence afforded
almost cruelly on the morning following the episodes just narrated.
After donning their bathing suits and beach robes, Marion had
returned to the bungalow with her brother-in-law. Hand in hand and
almost in silence they walked. And as they entered, Mildred looked up
from her magazine with a rosy smile. "Two old spoonies!" she
commented affectionately as she kissed each of them. "Did they have a
nice naughty time, then, and are they all hot and bothered?"
Marion, confused and blushing, shrank a little under her sister's
meaningful smiles and tender kiss. Her lips worked nervously as she
returned the caress and Stanley, observing her closely while he smiled
significantly at his wife, had the notion that the maiden was struggling
between nervous tears and an impulse to blurt out to Mildred the
burden of her conscience, which grew the greater in face of the tender
greeting.
Mildred noted her state too and she was not without observing that
there was still a considerable protrusion in the fore parts of her spouse's
scant garb. She smiled at Stanley rosily and shook a finger at him
silently. Then she hurried to stay the outbursts which she sensed as
bubbling to the lovely lips of Marion.
"Kiss big brother goodnight and thank him for a sweet petting," she
directed. "Tell him how happy it made you, and I'll tell him — and
show him — later how happy it makes me to have my two dearest ones
very, very fond of each other. Good Lord, Marion, is that the best you
can do by way of a goodnight embrace with our Stanley? Here, let me
show you how it's done, and watch closely for your fiancé-to-be will
expect to be treated like this"
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"Maro was pretty nice about it out there on the dunes," said Stanley
mischievously. "She brought what seemed like a genuine enthusiasm
to bear."
Her beautiful face suffused, Marion gave him a glance midway
between reproach and consternation. "We — we did — the most
naughty things, Mildred," she began.
"Naughty — but very nice, I have no doubt," said her sister hurriedly,
much preferring to get the details from the lips of Stanley later on and
foreseeing, too, a scene of tears and despair if the over-conscientious
Marion were permitted to get underway. "Now — this is the way to
hug your big, new brother, to make him enjoy it as he should," she
added.
In the strong arms of her husband, she clung to him with a very genuine
heat. Their arms about each other in an embrace which grew more and
more convulsive, they kissed fervently and warmly. Their bodies
ground together. With the motions which an expert "hostess" in a
dancing-den employs to "work up" the passions and the sex of her
partner, Mildred ground her belly against Stanley's and then parted
her kimono-covered thighs to the intrusion of his knee.
Sinking into a chair weakly, Marion watched the pair. She was turning
rosy again as she noted each episode in the "example" set by her sister.
Since Stanley had dropped his beach robe, and since Mildred was so
scantily clad, too, that bare calves and even white thighs gleamed
from the silken folds of the rich kimono of brown as she swayed
amorously with the man; the scene could hardly rate as seemly even
when construed as the connubial caress of a fond pair.
Mildred's face — since she just reached to her husband's broad
shoulders when facing him thus — was upturned to such a yoking of
their lips as affected not only the participants but the spectator with
little thrills. And as their lips slowly parted for an inch or two, Mildred
allowed her pink tongue to become visible.
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Delicately, warmly, lasciviously, she licked the mouth of the man. Her
darting tongue worked its way between the lips, which he
mischievously kept lightly compressed, and then the twining, licking
tongues appeared to Marion's view.
"Ah, old pet," said Stanley, "that is a wake-up potion rather than a goto-
sleep caress. But I'm grieved to have to tell you that you are not
taking possession of a virgin mouth and tongue. For this precious
Marion turns out to be not only a bird at this tongue kiss but so
unscrupulous that she has already deflowered my innocent self in this
respect."
"I did not!" wailed his sister-in-law ashamedly. "At least — I only did
what I was told to do."
"Why, you wicked young devil!" said the delighted Mildred. "Show me
this minute how you have perverted this poor chaste man. Or, rather,
come here and help me subdue him. We will kiss him together and
we'll kiss him so that he will stay kissed."
She had to tug the backward-hanging Marion to the spot where stood
the smiling Stanley. And she had to coo encouragement to the
younger girl and set her the warmest of examples for a moment.
And then the man knew the rather extraordinary experience of
yielding his lips and mouth and tongue to four soft and lovely lips, to
two rosy mouths and to two pink and gliding tongues, while four naked
and comely arms embraced his neck.
On tiptoe, both girls clung to him swayingly, softly rubbing their
bodies against his on either side. With bent head and protruding
tongue, Stanley enjoyed the play of two warm tongues upon his own.
His reciprocated, his tongue darting from one mouth to the other.
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At times all three tongues were in conjunction, the two girls crowding
their flushed little faces against his and letting their tongues play
impartially upon whatever they could reach.
Three disorderly and panting breathings were all that was audible in
the broad hall which served as living room. But suddenly, Mildred
caught sight of an object which inspired her to one of her sensually
jocose banterings.
"Shame on you, Stanley Cochrane!" she said. "Just a wee bit of a
community kiss and you are right up in the air! Have the goodness to
remain halfway decent with us two innocents, will you?"
And with her person — but in a way which called the attention of the
blushing Marion to the strutting object which seemed trying to tear its
way out of the narrow confines of the man's bathing trunks — Mildred
gave a certain concealment to the inordinate erection, which her
husband could not in any wise control under the circumstances.
She rolled upon it lusciously as a preliminary to making a more regal
use of it upstairs later on. And the shrinking Marion, who had turned as
if to flee, yet could not restrain from looking over her bare shoulder,
saw her sister advance a naked leg from her fluttering kimono,
revealing in the process that simply a brief chemise clad her under the
negligee, and rub that libidinous prominence with her snowy thigh.
And now Marion did indeed flee as she saw Mildred's hand
shamelessly seek out the thinly covered sex of her spouse. Certainly
the younger girl had been betrayed — by her senses as well as by wily
masculine persuasions — into stupefying concessions for a virgin so
recently pure of mind. Her fondness for Stanley was very great, even
though she persuaded herself that it was that of a sister for her brother
rather than that of a warm-blooded girl for her initiator into intense
carnal delights. And she was conscious of a little tug at her heartstrings
and her nerves as she saw Mildred act thus with the man in her
presence.
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She fled in shame as well as with a queer, somber regret. And she
heard the low, silvery laugh of her sister follow her, a laugh which was
not mocking at all, but rather excitedly sensual and pleased.
It was perhaps in consequence of this homecoming scene, as well as of
confidences from Stanley in their own chamber, that the fair mistress of
the house was moved to a mischievously lecherous action on the
following morning which drove Marion almost wild.
Oversleeping a little, because her tense nerves had not let her fall into
slumber at once, the younger sister was awakened by low voices and
by laughter. Rubbing her half-opened eyes, she saw Stanley propelled
into her chamber by the shove of a feminine arm and hand. He was in
his pajamas and was grinning a trifle ruefully.
"Get the lazy thing up, Stanley," commanded Mildred, appearing now
herself in the doorway in nightgown and negligee. "She knows we've
dispensed with servants up here, and who is going to toast the bread
while I broil the chops? She'd let us starve, the young hussy! Get her
out of that in a hurry!"
"Heavens, I dare not!" remarked the man smilingly. "Virgins are very
dangerous to the hunter when found in bed like this. And this one
looks so startled and so frightened and rosy."
"Pay no attention. It's only her wily way of begging off and getting a
chance to go to sleep again," observed his wife. "Snatch her out. I've got
her bath turned on and we'll have her ready for the bright day in no
time at all. Oh, how the little rascal struggles and kicks! She almost got
away from you that time. See her squirm! Marion, my love, you are
showing your pretty person in a most suggestive manner. Come in,
boys, I want you to see how our lovely Marion gets up."
The squealing, writhing Marion was struck dumb and cold with horror
as her mischievous sister pretended to call thus over her shoulder to
imaginary males in the hallway. For she knew enough of the
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extraordinary informality prevailing in this colony of unhampered
young aristocrats, and enough, too, of her sister's caprices, to think it
quite possible that a man or two had dropped in for breakfast and that
masculine heads might appear at any instant over the bare, white
shoulders of Mildred.
"Don't you dare, Mildred, Stanley!" she cried wildly. "Go away,
everybody — everybody — or I'll never speak to any of you again!"
She tugged forcibly downward the thin nightgown which had flown
up as she had wrestled with Stanley and which had become so
disordered that not only small bare feet and round calves, but lovely
thighs had made their appearance. But the smiles of her aggressors
slowly established in her mind the fact that the suggested presence of
visitors was just a hoax.
"Oh!" she gasped. "How mean, Mildred! Call off this brute and I'll
promise to get up as soon as you are gone. What a perfectly horrid joke
to play!"
"I think this bold and disrespectful child needs a lesson in courtesy
towards her parents," said Mildred severely. "Just stick her legs over
that windowsill, Stanley, with her nighty well up and her feet outside,
where the Crandalls and the Hamiltons can see clearly from their
bungalows and I'll dress her down a little with this carpet-beater for a
minute."
"Oh, heavens!" shrieked Marion, convinced that even this degradation
might happen to her in this stupefying place. "If you do that I'll die!
Don't — for God's sake, don't! I'll get up — really I will. But make
Stanley let go of me, Mildred, and both of you go away."
"Indeed, miss, and since when have the heads of the household — gray
and doddering old heads — been receiving instruction from a
petulant junior?" inquired Mildred with mock gravity. "Slip off her
nighty, Stan, and bring her into her bathroom. And if we have any
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more struggles, Miss Beauty, I swear we'll hang you out of that window
without a stitch on and give the neighbors a real treat!"
Poor Marion gasped — and crumpled into submission. Her grinning
brother-in-law peeled the frail nightgown over her head and carted
his lovely, naked burden into the bathroom with his wife preceding
them.
Together they soused and bathed her, and they knew how to render
the process so confusingly pleasant to her quivering nerves and flesh
that at last the maiden struggled not at all. Even her stifled little
moans of shame over this extraordinary ministry died away into sighs,
but her long lashes dropped over suffused eyes and her sweet face was
one glow of rose.
When it came to the drying process, the indulgent Mildred left the
most intimate regions to the care of her well-pleased spouse. And the
panting Marion, held by her sister in order to prevent her drooping
body from tumbling to the bathmat on which she stood, knew once
again delicious sensations from insidious male fingers which
manipulated the warm towels.
To the shamed Marion the presence of her sister added a new touch of
tremendous embarrassment in this ordeal, and so she failed perhaps to
observe what Stanley clearly and surprisedly noted: the intense and
growing interest of his wife in his intimate touches of her sister's person
and in the latter's shaking reactions to those touches.
Mildred perched Marion on the edge of the tub in a sitting posture.
"Open you legs, darling," she breathed. "Farther than that. How did
you think Big Brother can get at you when you keep clamping them
together? And little girls must be dried nicely in there. Cute little
pussy, quite a lot darker than mine, isn't it, Stanley darling? How sweet
— tiny pink slit! Little shivering pet! Listen, Stan, get away for a
moment. I don't think you're drying her nicely at all. The towel is no
good for the little nooks. This is the way — like this, see!"
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"Good heavens, Mildred — no — no, oh, no!" wailed the shamed
Marion thickly.
She was trembling from head to toe and the amazed Stanley, startled
by his wife's flushed agitation and by the total disappearance of her
mirthful mood, held the maiden in position while Mildred dried her
sister's privacies with bare and very solicitous fingers instead of with a
towel.
It was a new light for the man upon the touches of soft perversity which
may swarm up from the depths of any warmly sensual nature such as
was that of his lovely young wife. For the instant, as he could not fail to
recognize, the interest of Mildred in her sister's perfect little body was
far more than sisterly. And the shuddering Marion, her eyes screwed
tightly shut, succumbed to his powerful restraining arms and to the
most delicate of indelicate touches between her nude thighs.
Toying libidinously, although still pretexting the necessity of fully
drying these secret realms, with the rosy borders of the already
pouting sex of her sister, Mildred glanced up at Stanley with glazed
and languorous eyes, which seemed to call his attention to the beauty
of the full exposed region. Her lips curled in a sensual smile as she let a
daring finger bore between the tender portals.
"No — n-no — my God, Mildred — how can you — oh — o-o — oh
— how shameless!" stammered Marion, almost in convulsions as she
felt her sister's brazen finger touch her stiff clitoris.
"Hold her tightly, Stanley," murmured the older girl. "How you do
shake, Marion, darling! A person would think you had never been
properly dried before. Be quite still, precious, and let big sister attend
to your toilet. Heavens, how passionate you are, little one, and how
ashamed to let brother and sister notice it!"
But a warning touch of her husband's hand upon her bare arm caused
her to note the stiffening of Marion's body and the strangled sighs,
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which revealed that the girl was upon the verge of finding this tickling
and tapping of her clitoris too much for endurance.
"Ah well, dear," sighed Mildred arising, "now I guess you can attend to
yourself, Marion. But just slip on your nighty and kimono like me —
and hurry down to help us get breakfast."
It was some little time after they had gathered in the breakfast porch
before the still-flushed Marion could meet the eyes of either Mildred
or Stanley. She was almost prostrate with shame over what had
occurred — and that her own sister should have ventured to touch her
thus appeared to her candid nature a most frightful thing.
Her two hosts exchanged glances of silent and smiling complicity over
her bowed head, for Stanley, far from being distressed or repelled by
this new light on the nature and depths of the sensuality of his
cherished spouse, found himself pleasantly thrilled by the spectacle
she had offered him at her sister's expense.
And Marion, silent at first, was soon made more comfortable by the
jollity that always reigned at their table. She joined shyly in the
conversation presently and she did not resent it when the chatter
began to harbor the suggestive bits with which Mildred, more even
than Stanley, was prone to enliven it.
The younger girl was able even to smile amid her blushes when
Stanley referred to that "drying" episode. "I never have such care as
that from her — at least, not in my bath," he said lugubriously. "I feel
slighted and wish you would show a little more solicitude in looking
after your neglected husband, Mildred."
"Horrid thing!" smiled his wife. "If you were as cute and darling down
there as Marion is, you might expect to have some attention paid you.
But you are not cute. No, I should say on reflection that 'cute' is not the
right word at all to apply to you in that spot! Nevertheless, I know you
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had your bath for I saw you in it, but if you fear that you were not
thoroughly dried — well, it is not too late."
And Marion turned aside with a deeper flush as she saw her sister bend
to intrude an audacious hand within Stanley's pajama trousers.
"There," observed Mildred, "I knew you were well dried — but, oh, how
big and arrogant you get the minute anybody lays a finger on you!"
With this exclamation to his concealed member, she withdrew her
hand. She smiled at her sister and shook a reproving finger at her
spouse. "Try to be decent when you are breakfasting with ladies, won't
you?" she adjured.
But the contagion was in the air. And even Marion found herself
succumbing to it. Rather to the surprise of the two other, she did not
seek to evade the arm with which he caught her to his chair as the girls
arose to attend to the clearing-away duties which were one of the
prices they paid for preferring that servants should not encumber this
summer colony.
In his other arm was Mildred playfully and tenderly slapping his face
in response to the soft violence with which she had been captured.
About the thinly veiled thighs of each girl, a hand was cast, and,
looking upward at their charm and beauty of form and feature,
Stanley felt like the most fortunate of pashas. "Marion is rather the
plumper," he said. "I think her legs, her thighs, are fuller than yours."
"Now don't you go to thinking you picked the wrong sister to marry,"
pouted his wife. "She may be just the least trifle more filled out, and
she's got a flock of dimples here and there that I lack, but I'll wager
that my legs are every bit as large. And she breathed mischievously:
"See if I'm not right—"
Already the slender bare ankles of each had drawn his eyes and the
warmth and fragrance and softness of the bodies which his arms
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pressed, had thrilled him. Marion started and exclaimed as his hands
dropped to those nude ankles on his either side. "Don't be fussy over a
little measurement, Marion," breathed Mildred.
The younger girl yielded again. She clung quiveringly to the back of
his chair as a hand slipped beneath her nightgown. Not even all that
she had already undergone by way of making her "a modern girl" had
sufficed to inure her to this liberty.
And so Stanley had the joy of feeling two pairs of lovely naked legs at
once. Since Marion was swept by the current of her sister's example as
well as by her own shamed enjoyment, he met with no obstacles
whatever.
Beneath the nightdresses, his hands roamed with entire impunity. The
excuse of a "measurement" forgotten, he let his fingers slip from the
smooth, warm legs upward, and still upward.
To both lovely bottoms, his hands wandered presently, and his fingers
feasted lingeringly. Over his bowed head, the two girls stared into
each other's eyes.
"He — he does — oh — the most awful things so adorably — doesn't
he, darling?" quavered Mildred, as Stanley let his fingers slip from the
smooth, warm legs upward to their groves tentatively.
"Yes — oh — o-o-o-o-h, Mildred — y-yes!" agreed Marion
tremulously.
Even to the soft breasts, those brazen, licentious hands went in
appraisal of the shapely bodies. And when the hands descended once
more, when they pried gently between two pairs of thighs, which
slowly opened to admit them, the young wife was almost as much
stirred and agitated as the maiden who faced her.
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CHAPTER 15
The buxom, vivacious brunette, Mrs. Edith Hamilton, was a neighbor of
the Cochranes in this summer colony to the north of the Windy City.
She had been, a year earlier, Edith Allison, one of the most delightful
of Chicago's debutantes of the season and certainly the wealthiest in
her own right. For she and her brother, Herbert, three years her senior,
had already come into the vast estate of their late parents.
Edith herself had speedily succumbed to the sincere and powerful and
quite disinterested addresses of Henry Hamilton — disinterested
because Hamilton himself was a young man of more than considerable
means. Rollicking and carefree, this youthful married pair were among
the most ardent of the unconventional gambollers of the Michigan
Dunes, as the colony had been dubbed by its builders and residents.
Herbert Allison owned a choice bungalow adjacent to that of his sister
and her spouse. He had never thus far occupied it in the two years of
community life here. But Edith was now gleefully announcing his
approaching arrival from African and Asiatic wilds where he had
been recently engaged in hunting, and of a genuine variety instead of
prepared trips with scores of beaters and all the paraphernalia which
young men of wealth are prone to surround themselves with on such
expeditions.
Herbert arrived, and he proved to be — or seemed to be — almost as
much out of the picture as had the shy Marion upon her arrival. He was
very quiet, reticent about his adventures, visibly glad to find this one
spot in America where not even his wealth would cast about him such
a glamour as to make him something of a besieged public character
and the target of aspiring matrons with marriageable daughters of
greater or lesser charm.
Herbert Allison was dark of hair and eyes, like his sister, but a lithe
and sinewy figure, instead of the somewhat buxom Edith. He was
bronzed, taciturn, yet at the same time very pleasant in demeanor.
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"Altogether a perfect dear. What a 'rave' for the girls, if only he weren't
so very retiring and bashful," was the tenor of feminine comments to
Edith concerning him. "Twenty-four now, did you say, and not hooked
yet? Surprising that he has been allowed to escape unfettered. I
suppose his long trips have given the maidens little chance at him. Yet,
some way, dear, he impresses one as so shy that he might well be
regarded as indifferent to girls."
In response to such comments upon her beloved brother, Edith
Hamilton raised charming eyebrows with a wee smile which
concealed silent dissent to some of the conclusions drawn concerning
the tanned and sinewy youth who was her brother.
But not even the reputation of serene quiet and reserve with which
Herbert was stamped by those given to first impressions could
invalidate the fact that he proved speedily to be no wet blanket on the
very informal minglings and frolics to which the colony was prone. If
by no means boisterous in his ways, if inclined to be rather the smiling
observer than the participant in fun which often arose to extreme
pitches, he was quickly acquitted of disapproval of frivolity or of any
desire to stem the tide of pleasure by frowns or withdrawal.
Strangely, or naturally — whichever it may seem — he and the
beautiful Californian, Marion Stone, appeared drawn together. If the
shyness of the boy was just a pleasant veneer over a nature which
could, as some few in this world could have testified, become the
reverse of retiring on occasions, the delicate sensibilities of the girl
were, as we know, inbred. But by this time, the maneuvers of Mildred
and Stanley had accomplished the purpose of "launching" Marion.
Even if the lovely Miss Stone could not bring herself to do in Michigan
Dunes as the Michigan Dunians did in all respects, still she was one of
them — and a very popular one.
It is probable that the very fact that she still manifested, despite the
efforts of Mildred and Stanley to "toughen" her to the life of this lively
set, a certain bashful reserve and modesty, played its part in making
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even the wildest of the colony member fond of her. She still
represented, in their gatherings, the old-fashioned, demure point of
view to an extent, and her blushes and widened eyes when she saw one
or more of the young women calmly strip down their tenuous bathing
suits to the navel, or lower in mixed company, for the purpose of
allowing the sun's rays to drench their pretty bodies, brought about a
certain tenderly amused affection for her among even the most cynical
of these young persons of wealth and standing. There was a certain
piquancy in finding in their midst a youthful beauty who was capable
of being shocked.
From the very outset of Herbert Allison's entrance into the colony, it
became evident to the most astute of observers that the reserved and
quiet globetrotter felt drawn to this maiden. Compared with most of
her new friends, she was somewhat green and gauche in the frivolous
frolics and often cynical chatter which these more sophisticated young
people freely allowed themselves. Her little alarms, her quick flushes,
her sudden silences while she strove for composure, her palpable
efforts to be nothing of the wet blanket or the living reproof amid
words and acts which often caused her great consternation, these
things, coupled with her loveliness and grace, frequently drew the
dark, pleasant gaze of the only person who was even quieter than she
in all that little community.
He had a way of smiling at Marion without even looking at her, a
faculty which his keen-eyed sister had no difficulty in noting,
knowing him as she did. For, intercepting one of those rare and hardly
noticeable smiles, headed apparently towards the horizon, on her
brother's otherwise imperturbable features, Edith found speedily that,
even though Marion was looking anywhere save at Herbert, a faint
flush and a response to that smile would involuntarily appear upon the
face of the girl, as if, without looking at each other, they were conscious
of a certain mystic and unacknowledged sympathy interchanged.
With a visible effort, Marion would compose her features then into as
near a blank as she could contrive — still without a glance at the boy.
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Presently she would look about her a trifle sheepishly, as if fearing that
the sudden queer thought of this bronzed Herbert which had obsessed
her, and her involuntary response to it, might have attracted attention.
And, after a bit, there would be casual but wondering glances of
inspection between the two young strangers, as if to note whether what
the one had felt had had any repercussion with the other.
Had not Edith Hamilton known otherwise, she would have more than
suspected that these two, who had barely met, were in reality far from
strangers, that already secret meetings and a secret understanding
existed between them. No, if there had been a coup de foudre between
this pair, it had been launched from the clear sky.
Edith was pleased, and touched, just a trifle sorrowful also. She had
long ago accustomed herself to consider her only brother as immune to
romance, even though by no means immune to the sudden flaring of
animality in his usually controlled nature. She knew him like a book,
and loved him very deeply. She was already immensely fond of
Marion, too, but it was hard to visualize Herbert with a wife. And such
a thought as matrimony in this instance would never have occurred to
her had it not been for the strange, almost unconscious, complicity
which seemed to exist between them.
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CHAPTER 16
A man who has been accustomed for months on end to sleep through
those wonderful African nights in the wilds may find it hard to cast off
the habit of awakening, even from profound slumber, at the slightest
sound, which might, in those velvet nights, have been the sniff or rustle
or light footfall betokening danger abroad in the veldt. The return to
civilization extinguishes such alertness only through the lapse of time.
In Herbert Allison, now back with those of his blood and his kind for
about a week, the alarm clock of sensitive and trained nerves had not
yet run wholly down, even in the course of steamship and train travel.
In bed at eleven this particular night, he had sunk into restful sleep
with his customary readiness, and had been roused, too, with his
customary readiness, an hour or two later. Faculties on the qui vive at
once, he was quickly aware that his faithful senses had played him
false by arousing him quite unnecessarily. Here he was far from any
danger, in a luxurious bed in the summer home of his young and pretty
married sister, his own bungalow being not quite ready for his
occupancy.
Yet, there was something in the air even amid this peaceful silence,
something to which his highly keyed nerves responded sensitively,
something which stirred and moved and vaguely distressed him.
Ah, a prolonged, vibrating, soft moan arose plaintively. Such a sound
had aroused him, doubtless. Sighs and rustlings followed. He suddenly
understood.
Why, damn it all, his sister was in there, just beyond that door. His
sister, Edith, and, by God, she was playing the part of a woman to man!
This kid of — well, she must be twenty-one. But it was heart-rending
at that, to think of her lying in there, perhaps as bare as a young
gazelle, and having that done to her, even by good old Harry
Hamilton, his friend at college, who, after all, had a hell of a nerve to
come and make his dark-eyed sister of the head of the Allisons a
naked animal mewling and mewing with lust in the dark!
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So that was it, that was what had aroused him — and was now
arousing his sex into sharp erection! Well, he had no particular shame
over that. It wasn't the first time that Edith, bless her heart, had been
the cause of his flesh tugging at its leashes.
She had been a sensual and very pretty child. Restricted in her
intercourse with boys while in her teens, she had had, he believed, a
sort of "crush" upon her only brother, an innocently perverse
inclination, her young and ardent flesh speaking. And only the
admired, reserved older brother was fond of her, but rating her as just
an infant at thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.
There had been that affair of the stepladder in Edith's own chamber,
the picture which must be hung just as she wished it and which she
couldn't entrust to either maid or manservant for the purpose.
It had not been impossible for him to appraise the facts later on, even
though his head was too much awhirl at the time for clear reasoning.
Edith had been moved by a sort of pride in her new maturity of flesh, a
piqued desire to let him know that she was no longer just the kid he
persisted — playfully if tenderly — in treating her. And she had been
moved by an instinct far older than even the venerated Allison blood.
She had heard him whistling in his own suite — that was it — and had
known that he would presently appear in tennis flannels to rumple her
hair and paddle her and laugh at her squealing efforts to resent the
indignity and to kiss her before going out to the court.
But the picture held high in her hands as she perched on the
stepladder had somehow slipped just as he appeared. Edith had
squealed in apparent earnestness this time, and he had darted to grasp
the frame on the verge of falling. And it was then, as he was putting the
picture securely in her extended hands, when she resented his
suggestion that he had better hang it himself if she didn't want it
broken. He held the ladder firmly and gazed upward with a touch of
real anxiety, because certain revelations burst upon him.
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There was the revelation, first, that not even Nannie Leiter or Doris
Palmer or even Perdita Armour had quite such slender ankles and
beautifully rounded calves which shimmered whitely now through
the meshes of very fragile, tightly drawn stockings of dark silk as had
this kid sister of fifteen. There was the revelation, as his fraternal yet
pleased eyes wandered upward to the short skirt swinging about the
round knees, that not even governess nor mother had been able to
prevent Edith from adopting already the new frivolity regarding
underwear, calling for little or nothing beneath outer garments, which
he knew to have become widespread.
Why — good heavens — the kid was about the same as bare! He'd
lecture her — no, he wouldn't — she was fifteen after all, and how
very lovely were those white naked thighs which sloped beautifully
upward into semi-obscurity from the tops of the stockings, rolled just
above the knees!
His fingers tightened upon the stepladder. His comments upon her toil
fell away into silence. He cast a glance at the upraised face. He saw the
round cheeks flushed unduly, perhaps because of her exertions.
"You're certain you have the ladder firmly held, Herbie?" came the
flustered query in a rather breathless voice. "Because I find I've got to
stand on the very top to hang this where I want it."
His answer was a muttered monosyllable. It was half a gasp, indeed.
And he swallowed nervously again and again. For the two splendid,
plump thighs were no longer pressed together. A small and very neat
foot had been raised to the upper level of the ladder while its mate
remained below. And the eighteen-year-old boy was shivering with a
sort of shamed and furtive but very ardent delight.
Oh, God, what a beautiful thing was the bare bottom of a young girl!
Laces hung about Edith, the laces of an unbuttoned something which
he had heard referred to otherwise as a "combination." But the laces
served now only as a delicate frame for a clearly seen pair of mounds of
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snow and delicate rose, with the most enticing and mysterious and
fascinating of intervals between them!
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The plump and pleasing girlish backside was the first that Herbert —
a reserved youth even then — had ever seen quite nude. It had
remained for a mere "kid," for the young sister who was the only one to
know that he had a playful, roguish side, to enchant the stony,
motionless flesh in which a fast-beating heart and vivid, intent eyes
were the only sign of life. But that heart and those eyes did not remain
the sole fleshly signs of vitality amid his enchantment, for the sex of the
eighteen-year-old sprang now into excited tension.
It cannot be doubted that the plump and pretty brunette had
continued to pose thus above the eyes of Herbert for purposes related
to the transformations that had recently occurred in that adolescent
body. If she had managed the willful indecency of leaving her
combination unbuttoned between her legs, drooping in all-revealing
festoons, it was because she desired — desired licentiously, proudly,
naively, almost innocently in a way — to acquaint him silently with
evidence that she was no longer a child, to be held in playful, loving
lightness and to be laughed at like a child. No, she was a woman now,
or becoming one, as much a woman as he was a man — maybe more so.
And of the very decorative and now quite thick and dark and
gratifying little beard, which her lower belly harbored, Edith wished
him to take entire visual cognizance.
Maybe that would show him that she was not to be asked curiously
why he failed to see her dolls about her, perhaps that would reveal
that the jocular indignities to which he subjected her in other respects
were entirely out of place now. If she looked interestedly from their
runabout at some good-looking boy or gazed soulfully at the picture of
a handsome actor in a magazine, she wished to hear no more of his
ringing laughter. She had a right to show interest in men without being
made the object of unseemly mirth, hadn't she, since she was a young
woman?
It was in some such way that Edith had appraised the impulses which
led her to a very indecent and a very lovely display of herself. For,
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although trembling and reddened as she prepared and launched her
unseemly little plot — a plot which seemed to her absolute proof
against any accusation of evil intent, since she would be "unaware" of
her exposure. And although shaking with strange sensations now as
she parted her naked thighs deliberately above his upturned eyes, still
she did not comprehend the extent to which she was moved in all this
by the exhibitionistic impulse which is not uncommon even among
maidens of her tender years.
Herbert gasped audibly as he caught sight of the even more secret
beauties which the parting of the nude thighs surrendered to his
inspection. Inwardly he blessed the thinness of the muslin gown for the
welcome light which it admitted. It showed him clearly now not only a
dark and triangular patch of curls upon the base of a belly of alabaster
but the even more exquisite view of a delicate line of tender rose just
below the dainty growth.
Hearing him gasp, Edith flushed the deeper and trembled the more
violently. She tried to ask him, in a surprised tone, what was the matter
with him, but she could only gurgle and choke. She knew now that he
could see not only her new fledged beard but also the more shameful
but older possession of her frame. She did not mind that in her present
mood. Let him see her all — see just how his sister was built!
The girl thrilled to her exposure and to his agitation now with a thrill
greater than any expected or yet felt from her transgression. It was a
thrill which localized itself so clearly that she knew the rosy cleft of
her secret person loved to be seen by him thus, since it throbbed with
pleasure. Nervously, she contrived to part her legs even more, and,
with an upward reach which enabled her to slip the wire of the picture
over its waiting hook, she so posed that Herbert could see both fore and
aft at once. With the brief and opened undergarment fluttering out
from her person, the boy saw her naked body to the small of the back in
the rear and to the navel's indentation in front.
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And it was now that Edith had her first lesson in the underlying
capacity of her brother to pass from calm to tempest most startlingly,
the first of the lessons which later made her bite her pretty lips in a
silent, amused denial when her dear brother's "shyness so great that it
renders him indifferent to girls" was mentioned to her by feminine
colonists at Michigan Dunes.
For she heard the boy's teeth grind hard, she heard his breath come
hoarsely, as she just managed to hang the picture, but very much awry.
Yet, it was well that she had transferred its weight from her extended
arms just when she did, for the flimsy ladder was shaking under the
male hands' wavering clasp upon it. Already unsteady on her daringly
exposed legs, Edith gave a startled cry, then a shriek, and came
toppling, sliding down into the up thrust arms of Herbert.
Later — a good while later — she accused him of having deliberately
shaken her off her perch. He denied this with some heat, acquitting
himself, genuinely enough, of any such deliberate intent. Perhaps he
did not realize to what extent the sudden flames which took his senses
as he studied the girlish nudities just above his head had induced an
involuntary neglect of his role of "ladder-steadier." In any event, his
hands were quickly extended toward the round, silk-clad knees of
Edith as she fell, and his wiry arms prevented the fall from being
serious.
Her plump legs slipped through his fingers, and the bewildered Edith,
catching him about the neck in her instinct to grasp at safety, found
that it was naked rump and bare thighs that her brother's hands
sustained now. "Not hurt, are you, Edith?" he whispered hoarsely.
He had her in his arms now, clear of the ladder which had toppled with
her, but still his hands held her convulsively by the nakedness which
her short skirt shrouded almost entirely now.
"No, no — no, Herbie — oh — let me down — can't you see how you
are holding me! It's — terrible!" wailed the still-startled miss.
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"I think you're bruised here and there. I think I feel bruises — where
you were scraped by the ladder," he said thickly.
And his one arm, the left one, supported all her weight now. His right
hand strayed, strayed to the bare and plump and velvet buttocks. It
roamed to the girl's belly beneath the combination. It drifted to the
beard which she had so proudly and with such childish lechery shown
him. Its fingers sought an even more intimate sanctuary now, and upon
the hand lying between her naked legs Edith squeezed those legs in
panting shame, and in a vast and mounting agitation too.
"Herbert, Herbert — Herbie!" she stammered. "Don't touch me like
that!"
"Bruises — and maybe splinters" he went on mutteringly. "I must find
out. Perhaps we should have the doctor in to see you"
"Herbie, Herbie — why are you laying me on the carpet? Oh —
please — don't uncover m-me!"
Edith was pleading tremulously in a dying voice and with dazed eyes.
She wrestled a little in a nervous panic for an instant. She lay panting,
with hands upon her eyes, then gave herself up to the investigations
which he wished, for her resistance had merely resulted in making his
fingers sink into her soft flesh.
In a silence which the rasping breathing of both youngsters alone
disturbed, Herbert stripped his sister's two garments upward, peeling
her from the knees of both gown and unbuttoned combination.
Edith wailed softly as she found herself naked from navel to stockings.
Through her fingers, she peered at the brick red, excited face and the
glistening dark eyes of her brother. She managed to see her own
nakedness in the effort to view it with his eyes. The distinct thrill which
shot through her nerves as she saw him scanning her glossy, dusky
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little genital beard and felt his fingers touch it tremulously was a
pleasant one to the agitated maiden despite her re-awakened shame.
His breath, as he knelt to lean above her and bent his dark head, was
hot upon her belly. "I have to see, Edith — I just have to see!" he was
muttering. "Don't squeeze your legs together that way. There may be
bruises on the insides. You must let me see! Oh God, how perfectly
darling. I can see a little of the rosy part — spread your thighs!" And
he kissed her ardently, eagerly, on the navel pit and on the hirsute,
plump mound of her sex.
Overawed by his fierce and uncontrolled excitement — licentiously
moved, too, in all her girlhood — Edith gave him his way — all of his
way. She allowed her white thighs to be pried apart. She lay quiet but
trembling under eyes that flamed upon her sexual sanctity and fingers
that caressed it.
Every few instants her quavering murmur arose as she tried to pretend
an altogether nonexistent reason for her exposure and her yielding.
"There are no bruises, are there, Herbie?" she would gasp.
"I can't be certain yet. Wait, let me make sure," the boy would answer
with equal disingenuousness.
He rolled her over, the memory of that full-flushed bottom prevailing
for the moment even over his delight in the mystic cleft of her girlhood.
With a little moan of shame, Edith flaccidly allowed him to
manipulate her at his will. He stripped her to the armpits in the rear.
His hands and his dark eyes were hot upon the mounds which had so
fascinated him earlier.
And then, all pretence of anything save boyish passion for these young
charms fleeing, Herbert sank tremulous lips to kiss ardently the round,
full, silken buttocks and the plump, naked thighs. And Edith, clawing
the thick carpet in her sensual excitement, forbade him nothing.
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The spell which held them was shattered by the distant sound of a
closing door. Instantly the two youngsters were upon their feet, fearing
the entrance of the maid, whose duty it was at this hour to clean these
rooms. As the intruder delayed, the girl and the boy faced each other,
she with eyes downcast and shapely body quivering, he with face as
red as hers, but with eyes that seemed to presage another plunge
toward her now covered person.
"Go away, Herbie!" Edith panted as he drew stealthily nearer again.
"Somebody is coming — and besides, you shouldn't have done that.
You shamed me terribly with your kisses and all! Go away!"
"Not until you forgive me, for I couldn't help it — you were so very
lovely!" he breathed with arm about her. "And you must tell me that I
may see you — see your body again when there is a chance."
"Never, never!" cried his sister. "There — I'll kiss you and forgive. But
oh, you scared me; you were so wild and savage, I hardly knew you!"
"Oh!" Herbert groaned. "Your little beard is so cute and lovely — and
that tiny gash — and your big white bottom! Listen, Edith, I'll go, but
just lift up your clothes for the tiniest second and let me see once more."
"I will not — indeed I will not!" she whimpered nervously. "It was very
bad what you did, and Annabelle may come in any second."
That this anguished prophecy was on the verge of fulfillment became
clear as the maid's voice, humming a fragment of a song, was heard in
the corridor. And the boy reluctantly departed from his sister's private
quarters.
Into the very genuine and deep fraternal affection of the boy and girl
there had entered now the carnal and sensual tinge which, despite
their failure to recognize the fact, was to affect their relations from
then on. In truth, this development served only to flavor deliciously the
brotherly and sisterly love which had always been deep. Even a hug
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and a kiss meant something more to them now, and the new hesitancy
with which Edith consented to be drawn to her brother's lap at times
— whereas she had been in the jovial habit of casting herself quite
unconcernedly upon his knees to pester him — this, too, was a
symptom of the unmentioned but unforgotten tie of their dual
misdeed.
To Edith's relief — a delicately sweet young maid at bottom —
Herbert became again the quietly mischievous brother with whom she
could frolic delightfully. Twice more, nevertheless, the sensual savage
within him showed its face for a spell, turning him into the red-faced
aggressor who made her shudder with shame and delight and left with
her new memories to haunt her dreams.
On one of these occasions, she ran to him in the breakfast room for their
morning kiss. Since they were more prone to snuggle now than before
the episode in Edith's chamber, he held her with head bent backward,
after their lips had met, and he teasingly laid his mouth on the snowy
softness of her neck beneath her round chin with a view to making the
ticklish girl wriggle and protest.
Edith did not fail to struggle and to laugh nervously, especially as her
brother's tongue saluted her little adam's apple and was drawn along
her sensitive skin. The effect of her writhings was to open her shirtwaist
upon her full-fleshed, snowy chest and to enable Herbert to
discern dimly something which had been hidden from him when he
had her upon the floor of her room: the upper slopes of a maidenly
bosom.
Wriggling and laughing hysterically, the girl caught sight of his
suddenly inflamed face and his intense glowing gaze. Again that
hidden savage in her brother was upon her. She caught her breath. She
resisted for an instant as stealthy fingers stole to unclasp a button and
to delve within her white waist, upon her smooth, warm chest. And
then, as he touched her breasts, the maiden collapsed in a soft mutter
against his body.
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"What — oh — what — are you d-doing, Herbie?" was her low
expostulation. "You mustn't — you mustn't — dear Herbie!"
But, within the loose little chemise, each of her firm, round breasts
knew the warm clasp of his hand in turn — and the rosy dots which
crowned each mound stood stiffly against his palm. "Stop, stop — o-oo-
h — stop, Herbie!" sighed Edith, frightened by the tumult in her
blood as well as by the red mask of boyish lechery which her brother's
face had become. "That is wicked, you know — and you weren't ever
going to be wicked with me again. And Father and Mother will be
down to breakfast any minute!"
"I will carry you away!" he threatened with that gulping, husky
whisper which she had once before heard from his lips. "I will carry you
off — and strip you — unless you show me these lovely things right
away. Father and Mother can wonder all they like why we aren't at
breakfast!"
"Heavens, Herbie! she moaned. "I think I hear Jenkins coming with the
coffee. No — he just went into the pantry. You frighten me when you
are like this! If I do what you wish, will you be good?"
The reddened face above her assented with a nod. "Well, but it's
horrible, you know — and you should be ashamed!" she whispered
flutteringly.
Hurriedly she opened two more buttons of her shirtwaist. She pushed
the tenuous chemise downward and, with what was tantamount to a
lascivious innocence, she placed beneath his sparkling eyes the
nakedness of her exquisite, plump bosom.
The boy gasped with rapture. Quickly he fingered and then kissed the
lovely mounds. And Edith's eyes, proud of her recently developed
breasts, were dewy and languishing as he caressed her.
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This time, too, they leaped apart as a sudden sound reached their
drumming ears. It was a footstep on the stairway leading from the floor
above. And when their father entered smiling, with morning paper in
his hand, they were decorously seated if still rosy of cheeks.
With a certain grim determination, Herbert seemed to take himself in
hand after these two incidents. Now nearly twenty, he knew well what
these carnal curiosities about his pretty sister tendered, and he himself
somewhat feared the animal which he had found to dwell within him.
He could not fail to know that Edith was pleased and excited as well as
frightened when, in his sudden delirium, he treated her thus
indecently.
Yet a third occasion of the same nature was to bring the brother and
sister very close to an irretrievable transgression. Orphaned when
Herbert was nineteen and Edith sixteen — and he entering college
soon thereafter, while his sister went into an exclusive girls' school in
Chicago — their chances to be isolated together were, perhaps
fortunately, rare for a time.
They were respectively twenty and seventeen when they took a
vacation trip westward to visit an uncle and aunt in Colorado. On the
train, Edith had a slight attack of travel sickness the first evening out,
and, from his own adjoining compartment, Herbert ministered to her.
Despite his sympathy, he relished sensuously her bed-ridden state, her
pallor, the weakness and languor which, since she would not have the
porter or maid near her bed, gave him the feeling that here his darkeyed
and pretty sister was more nearly his than ever.
Grateful for his solicitude and care and weakened by her passing
illness, Edith seemed devoid of the nervous fears of the reappearance
of that inner man dwelling in her brother's lithe body which had
startled her twice before into a sort of panic, even while making her
senses glow responsively. Leaning upon her pillows, gazing upon him
with wide, dark eyes from a face unwontedly pallid, she was indeed
the interesting invalid.
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Color grew delicately amid her pallor when he suggested just a bit of
an alcohol rub for her shoulders and back as a stimulant to banish her
weakness. She consented, nevertheless. She leaned forward upon her
pillows with a gentle smile, and, clutching her loose-necked
nightgown about her bosom, she allowed him to lower it to the waist at
the rear.
A back of white satin, with just the least added charm of a healthy rosy
glow of the lovely skin, made Herbert catch his breath and grate his
white teeth involuntarily. Hearing the sound, Edith looked up in faint
alarm. But his face was placid if touched with added color. He smiled
down at her and she smiled, somewhat confusedly, back.
"Don't think you haven't got a competent nurse, young invalid," he
said. "For you've got quite the best there is anywhere, lucky girl!"
Admiring the curving waist so thoroughly displayed to his eyes and
relishing all this exquisite flesh, he rubbed her shoulders and back
with the fluid. Refreshed already, she said as much, looking up at him
in gratitude yet quivering somewhat to the friction of his palm and
fingers upon her half-denuded person.
Her resistance was only faint when his hand descended to her loins
when he drew the nightgown's fabric away from her rear with his left
hand to let his right hand play beneficently farther down. He could
now see even the upper portion of the well-remembered and
lusciously admired buttocks and the enticing vale between them.
Presently, his rubbing hand was upon those mounds. His sister giggled
nervously, ashamed to show any consternation or agitation in the face
of his matter-of-fact manner and his friendly smiles when she glanced
up at him. "It — it's good we are brother and sister," she said faintly.
"And, even so, what would people think?"
"The last thing in the world for us to worry about!" he assured her
heartily.
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And his self-control reassured Edith, convinced her that those childish
things of which she still thought frequently and ashamedly were far
away and gone forever.
Hence his surprise attack in front not only caught her unawares but
met with a feeble and gently flushed resistance. "Chest and stomach,
or abdomen — I could hardly say belly to an adult girl of seventeen, I
suppose — must have their touch of this alcohol," he observed. "Don't
get nervous, little filly. Let the old doc get at you."
"But Herbert, I'm so — so very bare!" she murmured. "It makes me
nervous. Can you get at me down in front without my actually
lowering my nighty any more?"
"Surest thing, you know, old primrose," he assented.
Upon the smooth chest he worked, and then, his wrist between the
warm breasts of his now palpitating sister, he rubbed the silken belly.
And each withdrawal of his hand for the purpose of anointing it with
the alcohol, and each gentle descent between the heaving naked
mounds, made the lovely brunette quiver softly.
Without impatience — and denying even to himself that he felt
another madness approaching from the dungeons of his nature — he
allowed Edith to hold the folds of her silk nightgown well about her
bosom.
But suddenly the girl trembled. She sighed, and her light pallor was
suffused by a rosy glow. "Oh — o-o-o-oh — Herbert — careful — pplease!"
came her strangled whisper to his ears.
Smiling determinedly, but with his nostrils quivering, he whispered in
return: "Wrong number? Excuse it, please. But the darling little pussy
is entitled to its share of soothing."
"Don't say such things!" she pleaded faintly.
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He withdrew his fingers from the silken fur, where they had been
delicately rubbing a plump mound. His hand rose and was withdrawn.
Edith breathed a sigh of relief that the torment was over. Her nerves
were singing, and a torpor that was vaguely delicious had invaded her
body.
He moistened his palm from the bottle of alcohol. "Just a touch on the
lovely titties," he murmured with a smile which passed very well for
gay nonchalance.
"Oh — what words you find for — for me — for my body!" she
expostulated faintly.
But since there seemed to be so complete a self-control on the part of
her once-dangerous brother, she tremblingly allowed him to raise the
fabric from her full and very lovely bosom. He gazed in delight, setting
his teeth in a still successful attempt to maintain outward composure. "I
think you are more wonderful than ever, sweet young sister," he said.
"And who has a better right to know that than I?"
He rubbed her breasts gently. The swoon-like fever of mingled
pleasure and shame, in which Edith lay drooping and with closed eyes,
was shot now with delicious thrills. She sighed softly, amorously. She
thanked fortune that, with years, the animal which had lurked in her
brother seemed tamed to a sort of gentleness, that she could trust him
now to treat her thus without dreading madness on his part.
He put away the bottle, and fanned the flushed girl as she lay there,
still breathing hard. He even jested softly about the vanishing of her
pallor. She recovered slowly under his persiflage. She became able to
banter back at him, to deny smilingly that she had been as much
moved by "a mere rubbing-down" as he pretended to think.
A greater daring and a greater familiarity grew between them. Edith
did not resent even his presumption in assuming — quite correctly, as
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it turned out — to know what maidens of her age harbored, with
immense secrecy, in the way of private thoughts.
"If it makes you nervous to have your own brother rub you down, just
wait until some strange man strips you to your lovely skin and does far
worse things to you than that after you're married," he smiled.
"Oh, the nasty things you say, you pest!" observed his sister, flushing
and twisting uneasily in her bed. "You would do well to go into your
own room now that you've got me quite myself again. Besides—"
She looked about dreamily, as if in fear of interlopers who might listen
to conferences. "Besides, I shan't marry. I've resolved upon that," she
murmured. "It must be such an altogether upsetting state — at first
anyway."
"Ha — also ha-ha!" he grinned. "When I've already seen how you and
old Hank Hamilton have fallen for each other, you can tell that to
Sweeney! He has three of your photographs on his desk in our suite in
college"
"Well, he is rather a dear. But what I said still goes." she remarked.
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CHAPTER 18
So revived and refreshed was Edith now that she felt the hunger which
had deserted her thus far on the trip. Her brother rang for the porter
and ordered luncheon up from the buffet since the dining car was long
ago closed and dropped from the train.
"Up you get, Snookums," he said. "You shall eat at this small table."
Even though she flushed, Edith did not feel it so very distressing now to
slip from bed in her long but gauzy nighty under the eyes of her
apparently calm and collected companion. She slipped her slender,
aristocratic feet into furred slippers and cast a negligee about her
hurriedly as she saw in the long mirror how her body gleamed through
the thin nightgown.
It was after she had partaken with gusto of a surprisingly tasty
luncheon gotten together by the porter that she and Herbert became
high-spiritedly playful in a way reminiscent of their earlier childish
frolics. They played a little game called "Sight Unseen," in which one
of them pressed the backward-extended fingers of the other against
some object — coins, an umbrella, a kerchief, varied articles — which
must be appraised and identified by the mere fingertips.
Mischievously, Edith doffed a slipper. She laid a soft and rosy heel
against his fingertips, which, by the rules of the game, must not be
moved to aid in identification. And when he guessed that it was her
chin, he felt her gurgle with triumphant laughter.
They kissed every little while in glee, a long-omitted childish habit of
theirs. The warmth and fragrance and dusky charm of the girl began to
have a rare but well-remembered effect upon Herbert's senses. She
had slipped off the silken negligee at his suggestion — for it was
rather oppressively warm in the compartment despite the open
window, and her pinky-white nakedness was ill concealed — not at
all concealed, in fact, when she chanced to be between him and the
light-reflecting mirror.
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She was sitting now in a little chair, eyes front and both slim hands
extended behind her, awaiting her next test of astuteness in divination.
If she could have seen his face and the glow in his dark eyes as he bent
above her now from the rear, Edith might well have started up in
dismay instead of laughing merrily as she defied him to fool her again.
For the unfaithful nighty had fallen well away from her lovely bosom
and the light so fell upon her now that the tenuous silk of her sole
garment was merely a mist about her fine body. His fingers working
nervously, Herbert was silent and staring.
"Old slow poke," she called him lightly as he delayed to put her to the
test. "Chocolate or gloves that I guess it right away this time."
His features strained, his brow furrowed, the boy was silently fumbling
about his person. His body throbbed with feverish excitement as he
caught one of her hands and laid the fingertips on a smooth, warm,
hard something. "Heavens, give me just a moment!" she said
bewildered. "I thought it was skin at first, but no, let me move my
fingers just a fraction of an inch. It seems round, warm — the ball,
maybe, of one of your hands? No? Don't tell me — give me a chance. If
only I could move my fingers I'm sure I could guess it easily."
"Move them as you like, use both hands," he said huskily.
He brought her other hand to join its mate. "Oh — o-o-oh — what —
what!" stammered Edith.
Both her white hands were now exploring, curling, clasping,
investigating. "How hard — and long — and — what is this —
hanging?" breathed the girl.
One groping hand had touched the dangling sack of his testicles. And
still — such was her entire ignorance of the male anatomy — she did
not comprehend the shameful thing her brother's lechery had led him
to do. It was the hair which first enlightened her.
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"Hair!" she gasped. "It's part of you. Oh — oh, Herbert, Herbert — how
could you — do such a thing to me!"
Her hands retreated to her scarlet face. Her almost nude body
trembled visibly.
"It's what makes me a man—" he whispered in a rosy ear.
She was silent, shuddering, for a moment. And then: "I know — I knew
— I guessed it!" she wailed softly. "What an unspeakable thing to
make me do, Herbie!"
"Well, good heavens, you have the same right to know about men —
about me — that I have to know about you!" he muttered. "And you
didn't know — no, you didn't know, you've never seen one, have you,
limp or stiff, as mine is now?"
"No, no, no!" she panted. "I haven't and I have no right to!"
"Just take it, dear. You needn't even look at it if it scares you. But learn,
at least, what it is like."
As he took her wrists lightly, Edith's hand fell from her reddened face.
As in a stupor, with shamed and impassioned curiosity, she let all her
fingers be drawn once more to her brother's virile nakedness. "Oh —
oh — h-heavens!" she whispered. "How smooth — and how hard and
warm — and how terribly, terribly big! Does such a thing as that really
have to go — inside a girl? It's incredible — no, no, — I shall never
marry!"
He chuckled almost savagely, wrought into foaming lust by his young
sister's timid but thorough investigations. "You will marry. You will
adore a thing like that. By God, I have a notion of marrying you myself,
of taking you, darling. Take off your nighty. You're so wonderful, so
lovely. How marvelously happy we could be," he muttered. "Edith, let
me hug you all naked for a minute!"
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"Oh, you frighten me so, Herbert!" cried the panting girl. "Now you're
the way you were those other times! I — I shouldn't have touched you!"
She sprang up, facing him now, backing slowly against her bed in
alarm, seeing all his nakedness with glazed eyes.
With a mighty effort, he took himself in hand sufficiently to smile and
dispel her fear of unspeakable disaster. "I was just teasing you," he said.
"I'll be reasonable, Edith, and so must you be. Here — as long as you
have touched, find out all about me."
Slowly the apprehension in the dark eyes and reddened face of the
seventeen-year-old died away. Reclining now on her bed once more,
and mindless now of the betrayal of her person by the scant apparel
she wore, she yielded ashamedly to the glowing temptation which his
rigid virility proffered so seductively.
Handling and petting the stalwart, inflamed member in a way which
almost banished his self-control once again, the maiden cooed over it
and even laid her soft, burning cheek against it. A great and
inexplicable desire came over her. "Don't look for a moment, Herbie,"
she begged. "I just want to see how it seems to—"
As he humored her, with eyes averted, he felt her lovely lips upon the
shining knob of his sex in a kiss.
"I — I know it's horrid of me" she breathed faintly, her face scarlet as
he looked down upon her once more. "But I just felt I — I w-wanted
to."
"It's not horrid," he denied. "It's wonderful of you — it's glorious! You do
love to play with it, don't you, Edith, even if you are afraid of getting
married?"
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For answer, another timid kiss was pressed upon his member, this time
just below the knob, and the fascinated girl did not try to avoid his
eyes. "Listen, dearest sister," he whispered. "Just for this once — it can
never happen again in our lives — let us lie in each other's arms,
naked. Just for an hour — for ten minutes, Edith," he coaxed as she
shrank from this further yielding.
He sensed the fear of the ultimate sacrifice, of the abnormal and
irretrievable conjunction, which made the maiden shrink and falter in
spite of her inflamed state. "No, no — not that!" he disclaimed. "I will
do you no harm — on the contrary. But think, dearest girl, all our lives
long hereafter we can carry in our minds images of each other as we
really are, unclad and happy together. It will be a secret which nobody
can ever pry from us — all our own."
She cast a bare arm over her face in a trembling silence which could
mean only assent to the temptation which overpowered her. But she
shrank when he returned from his own adjoining room as naked as a
young faun, his male organ erect and swaying.
"Off with the pretty nightie, Edith," he said quaveringly. "We're to be
just ourselves, you know."
Half-rising, she let him draw the garment over her head. "But it's a
fearful an unspeakable thing that we're doing, Herbie!" she moaned
softly. "And you won't — you won't — oh, you will restrain yourself —
won't you!"
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Nude and in each other's embrace, they quivered and sighed and
trembled in growing ecstasy at this full-length contact of their young
and ardent bodies. In actual experience, Herbert, peculiarly perhaps,
was as lacking as his sister. But the pressure of their naked bodies, their
more and more fervid kisses, the rubbing of bared bellies and of
swollen member upon fleshy mound, the twining of legs and arms, all
wrought each to the point of madness.
The girl panted and heaved against the boy and it was all he could do
to unwind himself from her embrace. Moving nimbly over the bed, he
kissed his sister from head to toe, omitting no part of her, fore or aft, in
his multiple caresses of lips and fingers. Edith writhed and gasped and
moaned with delight beneath this torrid shower.
And suddenly, as he knelt beside her shivering body, the maiden
reached in trembling passion for the turgid column which sprang from
his mid-region. He let her have her way, curious now as well as eager
to see just to what tenderness her instinct would guide her. She drew
him gently by the scepter of his sex. He half-couched over her flushed
face.
She toyed lovingly with her new acquaintance with all her licentious
fingers for a minute. And then, with a small moan, she pressed it once
more to her lips in a long and fervent kiss.
"I know — at least, I suppose — that I'm being terribly unnatural!" she
whispered shakily. "But — really — it is so lovely and dear — this big
naked thing — and, since I positively refuse ever to have one of them
inside me, why shouldn't I — pet it just a little in other ways?"
"Do what you like, Edith," he murmured huskily. "I love to feel your
lips on me there."
He shrouded her shame and her blushes with his curving body to
encourage her, for this boy had an instinct that a caress he had only
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vaguely heard of was brewing for him in the craving of this pure and
ignorant maiden who was his sister.
As the train shot through the Iowa night, this youthful pair of
incestuous sweethearts had no conception whatever of location or time
or of anything save the pleasure which coursed through their beings.
Swayed by instinct and perverse lechery, Edith Allison, Chicago's
greatest of youthful heiresses and a future debutante of national note,
licked and sucked her brother's member.
In her feverish delight, she resented his gasping and then his
withdrawal, and she fought to restrain her treasure.
"But — I would have spent, Edith, in another instant, right in your
darling mouth," he explained tremulously.
"Does that matter — d-does it?" she cried tearfully. I wouldn't have
cared — I was so happy!"
And suddenly she was in a convulsion of wild and unsatiated passion.
She moaned and writhed and flogged the bed with her arms.
He lay upon her to restrain her from rolling from the narrow bed.
Under the pressure of his nudity upon her own, the girl slowly
recovered from her spasm and lay beneath him, shaking and sighing.
"Edith," he whispered. "Let us try — how far this thing will go in
without hurting you."
"Oh — oh, my God — it wouldn't go in at all — not a particle,
Herbie!" she cried. "See — I can't get my fingers anywhere near around
it!"
"Just try," he coaxed.
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"Well, if you like, though I'm sure that it can't be even started," she
consented.
It was the desire to make a very small and delicate target more
prominent rather than any experience which led the youth to thrust a
pillow beneath the girl's buttocks before essaying to bring their sexes
into contact. Too greatly heated to mind any indelicacy now, Edith
raised her knees and parted her plump thighs widely to his touches.
Even though the disproportion between spear and sheath did seem to
both of them to make penetration almost if not quite out of the
question, they pursued for several minutes experiments which resulted
in immense sensations for each. Her breathing bated and being at first
filled with apprehension, Edith kept sighing that he should "not go too
far" and then that he should not stop "because it f-feels s-so v-very ggood."
"It's in a little way — I can see how the lips of your slit cling all about
its tip," he whispered. "Don't worry, Edith. I just want to see if I can push
the knob inside. Does it feel good to you too?"
"Glorious!" she gasped. "Oh, Herbie, g-glorious! But I'm frightened —
for you might break something — and r-ruin m-me!"
Suddenly she moaned, and, shaking in every fiber under his body, she
stared with wide eyes into his. Slowly the terror died from her gaze and
in its place was a look of sheer ecstasy.
"Oh — o-o-oh — I think that big head went inside!" she quavered. "It
— it st-stretches me awfully — but how marvelous it f-feels!"
He verified her belief as to the miraculous entrance of the widest
portion of his instrument. His breath came in great gulps and in his
reddened face was growing that look of the young animal which had
so startled Edith on previous occasions and had always been
accompanied by increased lustful passion on his part.
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"Get off at once!" she panted.
"I simply must have you, Edith," he gasped. "You see — it hardly hurts
you at all. I shall take you — I shall!"
"I'll die if you do, Herbert!" she quavered. "You promised we would
only see if it would go a tiny way in. You don't want to disgrace your
sister forever, do you?"
As the inflamed boy still bored steadily, Edith suddenly burst into
convulsive efforts to prevent a calamity whose real seriousness
suddenly occurred to her. But it took tears on her part to recall him
sufficiently to his senses to cease his inward pressure.
"Don't cry, kid," he said thickly. "I won't — but — oh, my God — how
hard it is to stop! I'd willingly be shot down afterwards if only I could
screw you first!"
"Maybe you think it's easy for me when I'm on fire all over!" she
whispered. "But you know we mustn't."
He twisted the embedded knob within the portals and Edith gasped
and trembled and moaned with bliss, a bliss which, alas, must be
swiftly cut off.
"Listen, Edith," he said hoarsely. "I shall have you some time, shan't I,
after you have been married and are all opened up!"
"Yes, I promise! she quavered, so inflamed now that she hardly knew
what she was pledging. "But you must get off me now, dear."
Never thereafter — largely, perhaps, because these young people
were almost continuously separated — had this scene or its two
lascivious predecessors been so much as referred to between them.
Developing into a globe trotter who kept a casual but effective eye on
his immense financial interests, Herbert had never been able, in the
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midst of such amours as chance afforded to his occasional desires, to
banish for long from his mind the image of a naked girl with long,
dusky hair unbound and with her rounded, lovely body twisting in
sensual longing. Edith had gone on to become the prize debutante of a
happy social season and to marry her brother's one-time college
comrade, Henry Hamilton. But she, too, had memories which would be,
she felt, life-long companions, and which made her flush and shiver
when she at times deliberately brought them to her mind and
reflected upon the seductive pit at whose verge she and her brother
had barely restrained themselves.
Her Henry turned out to be all that a passionate girl could desire in the
way of a spouse; so much so, in fact, that, with the growing cult among
the young set for all that is spicy and subtly lecherous, Edith was
several times on the point of narrating these adventures of her
maidenhood, which she knew her husband would enjoy hearing and
forgiving. Yet, perhaps because of their incestuous flavor and because,
too, Henry and others frequently jested about her obviously deep
affection for her only brother, she kept the narrative under her hat.
With all this cyclorama of delicious early experience flashing before
his mind's eyes in mere seconds, Herbert crept almost automatically
toward that door which separated him from the scene of the complete
gratification in Edith of an intense sensuality which he himself had
been largely instrumental in arousing. His heart was thumping and his
nerves were swept by a tempest as he listened to the moans and love
cries and all the evidences of his sister's enraptured reaction in a
situation which his mind was vividly portraying.
"What a nerve he's got — and she too!" he found himself mumbling
quite without basis in reason, "while I suffer in here, barred out. I, whose
daily companion she was for twenty years or so. What an ungodly
nerve! My rights are greater than his! How gloriously she fucks — oh,
God in heaven, my head is swimming. I can't stand it!"
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Hastily donning a few articles of clothing, he stole down the stairs and
hurled himself forth into the golden moonlight. He stumbled blindly
over the little lawn, which had been coaxed to grow amid the sand of
the lake shore, his pulses throbbing and his sex rampant.
But he exercised over his senses with will power now which went to a
golden-haired and innocent-faced lovely girl whom he had found
deeply fascinating in more than just body, a girl with whom he felt a
queer communion, a sympathy, even greater when they did not speak
than in their rare and rather halting, self-conscious chats.
He felt soothed somehow by the thought of Marion Stone, cleansed of
the burning, perverse desires aroused by a voluptuous young woman of
his own blood. How constantly tremulous and distressed was Marion
amid these up-to-date frivolities with which they were surrounded.
How delicate all her instincts, how touching her attempts not to feel
shocked by words and actions which in reality dismayed her utterly!
Imagine her acting as his pretty sister and two other young matrons
had done that afternoon on the shore, suits stripped down until even
their round bottoms were exposed, then lying on their faces for
sunbathing in front of the men, and even letting their naked breasts be
seen every now and then! Why, it was impossible to conceive of
Marion's ever getting so hardened. Not that he meant to reproach
these others, whose new informality gave a returned traveler many a
thrill.
He wandered towards the sand dunes, which were gilded by the clear
rays of the moon. Calmer now, he heard faintly the sound of voices and
laughter. They were nearer as he continued.
Ah — what was that? Herbert sank upon his face on a sandy hillock
and listened.
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The light was clear enough so that the reclining young man could
make out the pale gold of the unbound tresses of that charming Mrs.
Mildred Cochrane and the darker gold of the splendid silken
avalanche of the hair of the girl of whom he had been thinking so
earnestly as a cooling refuge for his guilty thoughts.
Good God — Cochrane, too, was there! And the great cuss had
dispensed with even the scant bathing apparel, which he commonly
wore! He was naked — the brute — the fortunate scoundrel! And he
was calmly peeling the wisp of a suit from the snowy body of his svelte
young wife.
Marion was squatting beside her sister. And — heavens! She was
actually laughing, almost hysterically, nervously, to be sure, but yet
laughing, at this indecency.
"Don't be an ass, Maro," the man was saying. "This is the only real way
to bathe — in birthday suits. That's why we have come out here in the
middle of the night, to have this pleasure. So — off it comes, baby"
"Oh Stan — it does seem so terrible somehow — to bathe all naked in
a group!" sighed Marion. "Aren't you afraid some one will see us,
Mildred—?"
"If we're seen, the onlooker will be pleased, you may be sure," observed
her sister, already naked and twisting her lustrous hair to thrust it
beneath a bathing cap. "Why be unhappy over pleasing someone —
especially an imaginary somebody? Let me tell you that some of our
friends here don't wait until night has fallen to bathe naked. And since
both Stanley and I have seen quite everything you've got, and hugely
admired it all too, why hesitate over this bit of fun?"
"I know — it does seem silly," sighed Marion.
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Slowly she arose to her feet. Her exquisite outlines were revealed in
the scrap of silk which she wore.
"But, now, you two won't rumple me about and try to make me feel
funny when I'm all bare, the way you did in the house?" she queried,
fumbling at the shoulder of her suit.
"You feel 'funny' at the drop of a hat, sweetness," said the smiling
Mildred, approaching to divest her sister of the clinging, diaphanous
fabric. "The mere sight of this disgraceful Stan in his present state of
odious excitement — or just he least touch you here and there — and
you get all hot and bothered. There, old dear, don't you feel one
thousand times more comfortable? And how dare you be so beautiful,
making your own sister jealous?"
The naked sisters were hugging fondly now. And, some ten feet away,
lying in the sand, a young man was half-frantic with mixed feelings in
which the infinite lust which he had thought to banish was
predominant.
God — two young glories, if ever there were any! And this maiden in
whom he had fancied a soul mate was quite the most adorable sight
now that he had ever seen! Fancy — stark naked with her brother-inlaw
and sister! How they must have been working upon her girlish
modesty as well as her passion during her short stay with them to bring
her to this stage of yielding! And all this talk of even greater liberties
which seemed to have broken loose in the intimacy of their home life.
Herbert's head was in a whirl. If there was just the least trace of regret
that this maiden whom he had set down as the lone white lamb amid
all these attractive black sheep should have accepted — for family
consumption, at least — standards so licentious and so obviously
wholly novel to her, this regret and this disillusionment were drowned
in a vast and voluptuous delight as he saw Marion thus nude and thus
suggestively writhing in her sister's wanton embrace.
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For Mildred, a golden little bacchante in the moonlight, was moved to
lascivious adventure. Undeterred by the presence of her husband, she
was softly drawing between her rosy lips one of her sister's coral
nipples.
"Have a little suck, Stanley," she called, raising her flushed face
momentarily. "They're too sweet for words. She's as torrid as a furnace
already, the dear!"
The brown-haired and robust Stanley was at the side of the entwined
girls. Ashamedly Marion was making a feeble effort to break away
from Mildred — Herbert noticed that. But he saw, too, how she
trembled and cast her flushed and lovely face upward in the
moonlight and he observed how she succumbed, sighing and moaning,
when each of her superb breasts knew the caresses of a pair of wanton
lips.
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"Oh — for God's sake!" gasped Marion. "I just knew it would be this
way if we got our suits off!"
"Be quiet, baby," panted Mildred. "You love it — you know you do!"
"Well — but — out here on the sand — where anyone may c-come
along!" wailed Marion softly. "This would create a scandal even in this
wild set. And you squeeze me so between you — and maul my breasts
— it's enough to set a g-girl w-wild!"
Two arms were about her neck. A male hand played upon her snowy
buttocks. A feminine hand smoothed her heaving belly.
"Oh — o-o-o-o-h" gasped Marion. "I can't stand it — I shall do ssomething
disgraceful! I f-feel so— Let's bathe, please"
"She is terribly shaky," murmured Mildred. "Perhaps we'd all better
cool off in the water. Now then, darling, open your legs and let us both
pet your dear little cunt for a minute. You and I will just play with
Stan's great stiff engine and then we'll all take to the water."
Under the gleaming eyes of the shaking and tremendously agitated
Herbert, this scene of incredible lechery and perversity was staged.
And, strangely, the young master of millions found himself even more
attracted towards the maid who thus yielded, with a sort of ingenuous
lust, to the overpowering enticements with which she was surrounded
than he had been when he had conceived of her as more innocent and
less informed. Every nerve in his body strained toward this sensual
semi-innocence which he found adorable.
His sex rampant, all his fibers aroused as never before, he had the
queer feeling, as he saw the naked trio melt into the misty light of the
rippling lake, that something of his own was being walked off with
there, that a cool, sardonic appropriation of his most cherished treasure
was being made. It was a feeling akin to the resentment he had so
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unreasonably felt when he had heard — and, with his mind's eye, seen
— his pretty sister possessed in the marital bed. That all his sentiments
in the matter were irrational he knew at bottom, and yet he had to
restrain himself, shaking with an almost demonic lust, from pounding
after the vanishing trio and grasping Marion.
Herbert was as near to lunacy at this moment as ever a hardheaded
fellow may be. His whole body was shot with rays of heat, which
seemed to dance visibly before his wild eyes as he stumbled back over
the path he had come.
It was apparently fated that this night should be one of continued
wracking episodes. For, as Herbert paused stealthily at the door
leading from Edith's and Henry's chamber into the corridor, with the
rather ignoble idea of tormenting himself lusciously by listening again
for any repetition of their earlier carnal raptures, the door opened.
Light flooded the corridor. In the doorway appeared the blond Henry
Hamilton in his pajama jacket, his stalwart legs bare.
"What the hell!" observed Henry. "Oh, it's you, old chap. I thought I
heard a noise and, as it's well after midnight, I thought an investigation
in order."
The door was swung wide. Over the shoulder of his host, Herbert's eyes
were caught — and held — by the vision of his naked sister upon the
bed. Her tumbled nightgown lay in the middle of the floor where one
of the pair had tossed it.
Edith lay sleeping deeply, outstretched on her back. Her full breasts,
tipped with coral, rose and fell regularly. The glossy darkness of her
thick and curling genital beard moved lightly, too, with her breathing,
and her plump and shapely thighs were parted.
Herbert was hypnotized, quite unable to consider how his behavior
might appear to this brother-in-law of his, who had been his one-time
companion. His eyes were one dark glow and they were fixed upon the
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bed, which the informally clad Henry had just abandoned. He was
shivering, his face a dull red.
"Are you sick, man?" queried Henry in a low voice.
Still no word came from Herbert's constricted throat. Slowly there
appeared upon Henry's features, as he turned his eyes towards the bed
where he had left a lovely wife so completely exposed and then
looked once again upon the absorbed eyes and the shaking form of his
friend, a queer little smile.
"Come in and have a drink, old fellow," he invited. "You look to me as
if you need a shot. Be rather still, if you don't mind, for Edith is asleep
after going on rather a rampage. Hell, the little hussy has kicked off
the bedclothes again, bless her heart! You won't mind, Herbert. It's hot,
you know, and I suppose a brother may see his sister without its
constituting high treason."
He closed the door behind them. His guest looked for the first time
fully at his brother-in-law.
"God — but she's lovely!" he whispered thickly.
"You're damned right!" acceded Henry, already pouring whiskey from
a decanter. He waved the intruder to a chair.
"Cursed few girls with her fullness of flesh who are built so
beautifully," when on her proud husband softly. "Tiptoe over there —
she's dead asleep — and take a right good look while you're about it.
I'd be silly to be jealous of your seeing her this way. Though, by God, I'm
surprised you haven't seen her many a time. I used to spy out chances
to see my two older sisters naked, and, believe me, I was well repaid for
the bother!"
"Listen, Hank, I don't know whether I can stand this!" whispered
Herbert hoarsely.
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He had stumbled to the bedside and propped himself with
outstretched hand on the sheet to curb his shakiness at seeing the
nudity so near to his eyes.
"Nonsense, man! Have another drink. You're overwrought. Take your
private view all you like," murmured the hospitable Henry. "Jeez, you
have got a swell hard-on, haven't you? I had one earlier but I put it to
death with much joy. But damned if the silly thing hasn't popped up
again!"
And grinningly, he made manifest the basis of his statement.
"Listen, old bird," he whispered. "I'm going to awaken Edith pretty soon
anyway — to roll her again — for I'm certainly not going to try to
sleep with Jerry standing up like this. So, what say if we play a little
joke on the kid? You go in and strip and then come back and lie down
with her. I'll be right at hand. You can pet her a little and wake her up
slowly. Just imagine the way she'll feel and the laugh we'll have on her
when she finds you hugging her and quite naked!"
"Almighty God!" breathed Herbert. "I'll be a wreck when it comes time
to stop! For, frankly, Hank, you can see the state I'm in. I had an
experience out there on the dunes just now—"
"Yes?" asked his brother-in-law.
"Tell you some other time, " muttered Herbert.
"Well, anyhow, are you game? I owe Edith a little jolt or two anyway.
She had no more pants on than a rabbit on the beach yesterday when
Gerry Crandall and Bill Hoskins were rolling her about and shoving
sand down her neck while she was in street clothes. And if you think
they weren't taking it all in you're crazy! I didn't mind that, for lots of
the girls do as much, and she's got something worth showing. But then,
she had the crust to get uppish because I was feeling Crandall's young
niece up a little off to one side. So what say? It'll be fun, and you can
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even go right ahead and pretend you're about to have a piece of her —
you know, go as far as you like. If I get uneasy, I'll give you a yell."
If all this was playing with dynamite — and it certainly was — that
dynamite and its possibilities did not affright the perverse young
husband in the least. Fond though he was of the youthful heiress whom
he had married, he conceived of this present situation as rich in
possibilities of shocking pleasure quite out of the ordinary. The very
cynicism of it, the vicious sequel to which it might well give birth,
fascinated his jaded and voluptuous nature powerfully.
Within two minutes, the naked Herbert had stealthily lay down
beside his unconscious sister. Bending at the head of the bed, ready to
slink out of sight if Edith gave signs of awakening, Henry Hamilton, his
rigid virility manifesting an agitation comparable to that of his wife's
brother, whisperingly encouraged Herbert to take what advantage of
the situation he could before she came to her senses.
But Herbert no longer needed encouragement. The beast which this
same girl had roused in him on certain previous occasions was alive
and straining. His senses swam as he cautiously nestled close to the
satin nakedness of his wedded sister and very slowly took her in his
arms.
That the man was launched upon a course which would subject Edith
to the final outrages unless checked forcibly bothered Henry not at all.
As his wife stirred and sighed and, still in the deeps of sleep but clearly
moved by an awakening passion, pressed her naked brother tenderly
with belly and thighs in response to his overtures, her spouse turned
almost as red with lust as Herbert had become.
"She is so damned sound asleep," he whispered in the ear of the latter,
"that I'll bet you could get half-way into her without her waking. Try
it, man! What a whale of a joke if she wakes up to find your prick
halfway up to her heart!"
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This conscienceless and libidinous exhortation was scarcely needed.
Herbert was well on the way to complying with it. His chest stirred
against Edith's naked breasts as she instinctively moved to turn and
face him. Their bellies came together.
Still asleep, but swayed obviously by licentious emotions, the girl
slipped an arm about Herbert's neck. She cast a warm, smooth thigh
over his legs.
"By God!" breathed the bending, excited Henry. "She's hot as hell even
in her sleep! What a chance to get a nice slice of her, Herbie!"
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CHAPTER 22
The weird willingness of Henry Hamilton to treat himself to the
spectacle of his brunette wife assailed by her own brother was not the
fruit of the sudden impulse that it seemed, although the courage to be
so brutally frank an instigator of the incestuous outrage was born
tonight of the opportunity and of the potency of the drinks he had
absorbed at dinner and later.
Almost since the return of the young globetrotter, he had cherished
the notion that it would give him great pleasure to bring to bed
together this sister and brother. Somewhat blasé to the normal and
hackneyed pleasures of life — though an avid fornicator when the
occasion arose — the notion of encouraging and fostering this
unnatural indulgence had tormented his jaded nerves for days.
He could not have told clearly just how it had arisen. The whole
atmosphere of this summer colony with its promiscuities, with its
frivolous jollities which tended to become warmly and languorously
sensual, had no doubt played its part in making him yearn for episodes
beyond the pale of even the most daring indecencies. Like many a
debauche, he was keen for the peep-show type of entertainment, and
it whipped his senses tremendously to conceive of staging for his own
pleasure the spectacle of this perverse indulgence, one which would
have rocked the social world had it become known. That he himself
and his marital honor were deeply involved merely served to heighten
the lust which goaded him on.
There were other considerations, too, which had nursed his desire for
this unspeakable episode. In the prolonged absence of her only
brother, Edith was almost constantly revealing the extreme fondness
which she had nourished since childhood for Herbert. The physical
side of this fraternal obsession, born of incidents already described, she
thought that she had managed wholly to hide from her husband. Yet,
the quick-witted Henry had had his moments of insight.
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It had not escaped him that the topic of Herbert was likely to creep out
at very intimate moments of their conjugal life. Lying naked with her
spouse, perhaps caressed with Henry's fingers or otherwise in ways
reminiscent of incidents that had preceded her marriage, Edith was
likely to express a murmuring wonder as to where Herbert was at that
moment and just what he was doing. And she pouted but listened
eagerly when Henry repeated and enlarged upon the tale which had
come out of Zurich, which was to the effect that while Herbert was
there briefly on his way to the eastern wilds, he had been seen much
with the fair bride of an impecunious English nobleman and the
latter's attractive older sister, and that when the Chicago Croesus
went on his way towards the jungles and steppes, these two girls
disappeared also.
Scandal had been rather effectively hushed, and the nobleman had
managed to give some rather unconvincing explanation of the
vanishing of the two girls. But he had also given evidence of
unaccustomed prosperity. An accepted but whispered theory had
been that the young wife and the maiden had been practically sold to
Herbert, probably when it was found impossible to detain them from
accompanying their new friend, and that they formed this seraglio
amid wild landscapes and adventures such as would have seemed illfitted
to persons of their previous sheltered lives.
"We must ask him — he'll just have to tell us," Edith had insisted with
a flushed and impassioned fervor. "I don't believe he'd do such a thing.
And yet, really, Henry, I suppose he'd just have to have at least one
woman with him for health's sake, wouldn't he?"
"Many a chieftain and princeling wherever he travels would be quite
willing to slip wife or daughter into Herbert's bed. He wouldn't lack for
tail," explained Henry. "No, he probably wanted these girls and took
them. They've never reappeared, I understand, this Lady Kinsolving
and her sister, Betty. Herbie may have stuck them into the harem of
some emir or even have given them to a chieftain. Don't think he
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wouldn't do it if the caprice struck him or if he caught them cheating
on him. I know this brother of yours, the son of a gun!"
"He is not a son of a gun," protested Edith warmly. "He is very quiet
and considerate and courteous, except, well, that is to say..."
Her voice trailed off in a certain confusion which made her husband
give her a keen glance.
Other little incidents of the kind, each trivial in itself but all pointing
to some hidden significance, had finally roused Henry Hamilton's
curiosity regarding the actual relations of his lovely brunette wife and
her only brother. And this, instead of causing any resentment to mingle
with his curiosity over the possible physical familiarities which might
have occurred between this fine pair in their earlier family life, only
stimulated a distinctly perverse brooding in his mind.
He had gone so far once as to accuse Edith of being in love with
Herbert.
"What a perfectly foul joke!" she had gasped, turning scarlet. "Why,
he's my brother and being 'in love' implies a willingness or a desire to
do all sorts of things together! You ought to know by this time whether
I really care for any man except you, and you're being horrid!"
"Well," he expostulated, "don't take it so cursed seriously, Edith. Every
girl with a nice brother is more or less in love with him and I don't see
any harm in it if they are inspired to lollygag with each other a little.
Blanche and Bernice never used to cut up if I happened to see them
without their nighties."
He did not add that his older sisters had never even been aware of his
boyish, sensual curiosities regarding their bodies nor of his sometimes
successful attempts to see them unclad.
Edith gave him a sidelong, quick glance.
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"Well, of course—" she murmured.
"Of course?" he queried eagerly as she paused.
"Nothing — I meant that if it just happened — and if it was all in fun
— it might conceivably be excusable."
"Certainly it would be 'excusable.' It would be more than excusable if
it gave them any pleasure," he affirmed. "Do you mean to maintain, for
instance, that it would be any more blameworthy for Herbert to
massage your naked titties — your own brother, whom you'd known
always — than it was for Jack Birdsall to do that same thing the very
first night you met him?"
"Well, good heavens, that was just a forfeit that I had to pay at a rather
wild party!" argued Edith. "He just put his hands inside my corset — if
you can call that wisp of thing a corset. There was no way I could stop
him, was there, without being a spoilsport? And it wasn't ten minutes
later that you had both your hands on Polly Jackson's bare behind and
then had to bring it out and kiss it before the whole crew when you
failed to guess whose bottom it was!"
"I know, Good Lord — you've never heard me kick at any of our robust
fun with our friends!" said Henry. "But what I was asking was whether
it would not have been fully as allowable for Herbert to play with your
body as for a man who was not related to you?"
"Yes, it would," Edith replied with some agitation. "It would be even
preferable. But when you make a licentious thing of it..."
Satisfied with her confession, Henry abandoned the topic for the time.
But his mind dwelt now on the party to which they had referred. He
chuckled.
"That was a red-hot one, that party, wasn't it, girlie?" he commented.
"And I think about the best fun of all was when we found out that
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Violet Britt and Pembroke Houghton had gone and got themselves
engaged to be married that day, and we got them both well soused and
then said we couldn't consent to their marriage unless they showed
each other everything they had. They were so pickled that she at last
took it all quite seriously, thinking that they really had omitted a
necessary formality.
"He's a devil, though, that Pembroke! I don't think he was as soused as
he tried to appear. Remember how the girls brought Violet in at last,
without a stitch on her little body, and how gravely Pembroke entered
then from the opposite door, stark naked? And we shoved them
together in the center of the room. They were only supposed to look
each other all over in the presence of the whole crowd. But she was
weeping maudlinly and he commenced to hug her and console her.
And damned if they didn't both get so hot that they rolled on the rug
together! And Violet would have gotten hers right then and there if
we hadn't intervened. That was certainly a warm number!"
"That was going pretty far!" smiled Edith, shaking her head. "We were
all pretty soused, as far as that goes. That's the only excuse there was
for such a rank gambol as that."
"I think it's devilish good sport to be as pagan as possible," averred
Henry stoutly. "It adds to the gaiety of life. And there's no permanent
harm from any of it."
His wife shook her head again.
"That was going too fearfully far," she maintained. "An engaged pair
— and she only eighteen and a virgin!"
"Well, damn it, her young aunt was there — and laughing harder than
anybody else!" remarked Henry. "And she's supposed to be responsible
for Violet. Though, if you ask me, this newly engaged girl wouldn't
have cried at all if she'd been sober. She's a torrid young sketch. Didn't I
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see her running her bare toes deliberately into Stan Cochrane's crotch
when they were playfully wrestling on the beach?"
"The blamed thing was sticking up," observed Edith reminiscently. "I
saw it too and it seems to me that it tries to burst out of his bathing suit
the minute he sees the least thing. I suppose it intrigued Vi. And since
she couldn't very well thrust a hand at it, she just felt it with her foot."
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CHAPTER 23
Struggling for some time from the depths of dense slumber, Edith
Hamilton had been dimly aware that something infinitely pleasant
was happening to her. Her first semi-conscious thought was that she
was emerging from a dream in which she was naked and held to a
nude man, a man who caressed her with tender licentiousness, and a
man whose whole swollen affair throbbed to the pressure of her
rubbing belly. She came yet further toward the surface of reality.
Reason began to assume a certain semblance of control, and facts and
memory stood out more clearly.
No — it was real. What was the matter with Henry tonight? She
thought that she had dozed off, weary but happy, after giving herself
to him with one of their customary frenzies of delight. And here he was
again wanting more.
"Henry, be reasonable, it must be very late," sighed Edith. Her eyes
were still closed. She was in an agreeable torpor, her flesh quivering to
this male contact but not yet willing to surrender its lethargy.
The man by her side was panting. He seemed terribly inflamed. Slowly
he was pressing her upon her back; now he was lying upon her.
"I have no idea what has come over you, Henry," she murmured. "It can
hardly be an hour since. And you never do it twice in a night. I'll stay
asleep, I think. You've never had a sleeping woman, have you, Henry?
See if you can make me wake up. But don't make those snorting noises,
Henry, you'll awaken poor Herbert. And if he hears us doing this the
dear will go wild. He's so very passionate, the precious! Oh, how very
big you seem tonight. O-o-oh — easy now, darling — or all my nice
little swoon will be gone."
There was a light rustle and then the whisper, in a voice recognizable
as that of her husband:
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"All right, dear, keep on drozing. I'll fuck you in this trance, and if you
howl suddenly and bite me in the shoulder, don't blame me. I feel very
hot and passionate tonight and that makes my prick about as big as
Herbert's. He has a corker, the old rascal, hasn't he?"
"Oh, it's very, very big — and very lovely!" sighed his deliciously
reclining partner in this colloquy.
And not even the realization which flashed over her half-stimulated
senses that, for the first time, she had admitted in words a carnal
knowledge of her brother, served to rouse her from the luscious trance
in which she persistently lay.
"I've seen it — and touched it — so there!" whispered Edith. "You and
your bare sisters aren't the only ones to have glorious fun together.
And — oh, Henry — how I did want it inside me! But we were good —
pretty good, anyhow. Henry, you are stretching me! What — oh,
what!"
Slowly boring his incestuous way within his sister's body, Herbert
Allison heard all this whispered colloquy between husband and wife
merely as meaningless sounds. Every nerve in his sinewy form was
aflame as this long-obsessing passion for Edith became actuality.
Already the knob of his organ had passed within the rosy, distended
borders of the girl's moistening sex. And it may be that this glorious
sensation of aching pressure recalled to Edith a certain occasion in a
compartment of a westward-bound sleeping car, an occasion when a
bulb that she had thought impossible to take in had contrived to force
its way within her.
Since then, she had known many an enraptured bout with her
husband. And yet, even after all of that, her slit still had all the
sensations of the close-lipped, virginal resistance and the slowly rising
rapture which had crowned that experience with her brother.
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Many a time in the few years which had elapsed since that trip, she
had dreamed of the episode. And now, when that episode seemed to be
repeating itself while she was in an agreeable coma, the delusion that
this great object was that of her spouse suddenly disappeared from her
clearing mind.
She opened her dark eyes, from which all languor had fled now.
"My God — oh, God in heaven!" she cried hoarsely. "It is you, Herbert!
Why — how!"
She made a weakened effort to start up, with a consequent effect
which caused her to groan with a mixture of consternation and rapture
and to flatten out in trembling helplessness upon the bed.
For, posted firmly on his knees between her parted legs, her flaming
and maddened satyr of an aggressor met her movement with such a
pressure that their united activities sent the male engine another full
inch within the body of the young wife. Ppinwheels and rockets of
ecstasy burst within Edith's nerves, and she could only pant and stare
with wide, unbelieving eyes into the contorted, lust-reddened face of
her brother.
Her whirling head assured her that, only a minute earlier, she had
heard the voice of her husband addressing her on this very topic of
Herbert and the latter's physical endowment. Was this — was there a
plot afoot, a plot in which her brother was the innocent instrument
even if the guilty aggressor? Could it be that Henry had schemed to
get her thus gloriously degraded in order to have this lovely horror to
hold over her head, perhaps to divorce her in case some lewd hussy
should have fascinated him?
"Oh, God, Herbert, where is Henry?" she cried. Her teeth chattered in
her head.
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"Go away — he must be near — he'll see — and be furious with rage!"
she gasped. "He m-may — w-want a d-divorce!"
"You're out of your little head, my darling," said a suave voice in her
ear.
Tender, lascivious hands fell upon her naked and heaving breasts to
pet and soothe them gently.
"Don't affront my eternal love for you by having such ideas as those,"
whispered her husband as she turned wondering dark eyes to find his
blue ones within inches of her head. "Just fuck nicely with your
brother, Edith, and have the glorious time you've been longing for all
these years. Don't worry about anything, for I'm loving you more every
second. It's been in my mind to."
And this colloquy was of sufficient force to give even the lust-crazed
Herbert pause in his entrancing occupation. His eyes flaring and his
body quivering, he halted in his penetration with his member more
than half-buried between his pretty sister's thighs. But he crouched
above her still with a glare in his eyes and a tenseness of body that
defied anyone to rob him of his prey now.
But the half-crazed Edith, exalted even more by finding her husband
actually presiding over this scene and too maddened by the sudden
cessation of that slow movement of Herbert's tool within her, began to
buck and heave so tumultuously that she unhorsed her brother.
With a low growl, he would have resumed possession of her person, but
Henry pressed him aside with friendly hands on his shoulders and a
low voice in his ear.
"We'll have her together," he whispered huskily. "We'll ram her a few
times just to reassure her and start her going again. Then I'll slip aside
and you can finish her."
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Herbert growled again deep in his throat. Then, kneeling beside the
pair with his fine member swaying and turgid and glistening, he stared
in lascivious pleasure as he saw his sister impaled slowly upon the
erect rod of her spouse.
Edith stiffened and moaned as she was penetrated anew, and almost
instantly was sighing beneath Henry's body. Even as he penetrated
her, her husband reasoned with her.
"It's an obsession with both of you, wanting a piece of each other," he
said. "You mustn't be ashamed of it, but give way to it. I shall enjoy it,
darling, I pledge you my word, instead of feeling outraged or angry.
Give our Herbert a fine fuck and you shall have that emerald
necklace we saw at Peacock's."
"I — I shall be so fearfully ashamed!" whispered Edith, her fine
features crimson and her soft lips working convulsively. "With you
looking on, especially. But I've told you, dear, I've been hot for him for a
long time, though I've been trying to fight against it."
She began to apprehend slowly the peculiar lust which permeated her
spouse as he strove to bring about this abnormal conjunction, slowly
but powerfully she realized that it would be unspeakably pleasant to
commit this incest beneath the very eyes of a husband who would be
completely delighted by every detail of its progress.
And so, almost out of her head and breathing from a parched throat,
she gave no resistance now when her husband withdrew and
surrendered her to her brother.
"He was fearfully excited when he came in an hour or more ago,"
whispered Henry to his wife as the latter shook and gasped under
Herbert's renewed penetration. "He had been out on the dunes,
although it was already one o'clock in the morning. Something he had
seen must have wrought him up terribly. And then, when I opened the
door and he saw you naked on the bed and sound asleep!"
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"Oh — o-o-o-o-o-h — by God — how big the monster is!" was the
gasping, enraptured wail of Edith. "It seems impossible — every time
he p-puts it in! What was it, Herbie darling, that you saw out on the
sands that made you want to do such a terrible thing as this to me?"
"No matter, " panted the young man. "Oh, God, but you're wonderful,
Edith. Your darling cunt takes me like a glove and hugs my prick all
over! I would swear you were a virgin!"
"You'll know better than that in another few seconds," was the
stammering contribution of his sister. "But — you're so m-much bigger
than — what I-I am u-used to! Oh — oh, m-my God — I — I—!"
She paled slowly, her face drained of blood and her eyes closing as her
brother gradually sank his weapon to its full length within her.
"Lie like that a minute, dear one," murmured the gloating Henry,
sitting now on the edge of the bed. "He is a goodish bit more
formidable than I, isn't he, darling? And the added inch and the added
bulk make a lot of difference. Lie still and get use to it. Ah, that's better.
The rose is beginning to bloom in your cheeks again and I can see your
eyes rolling. Tell us what the devil it was that drove you nuts out on the
dunes, Herbert."
"It was a naked bathing party," said the young man slowly. "And what
they said and did. And it included a girl I would have sworn didn't
know the difference between a prick and a cucumber."
"Ha!" breathed Edith. "It must have been his precious Marion. Oh, yes,
don't think I haven't noticed what a hit she has made with you. She is a
darling too. Who was with her? I'm rather surprised myself that she
should consent to bathe naked."
"It was her sister and young Cochrane," responded her brother.
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"Consider my surprise withdrawn," retorted Edith. "Why, Stan
Cochrane is a young bull, isn't he, Henry? And Mildred is a sweetly
complacent wife as well as about as hot a sketch as there is at
Michigan Dunes. She'd have Stanley enjoying her young sister in a
thousand ways even if Marion had been a nun when she came here,
which she almost was. Yet, I see no occasion for getting overwrought
over the family bathing party. Why, we've had as many as twenty
naked persons at one time here — and in the daytime too, sometimes
— and of assorted families at that. Sometimes I wonder, Herbie,
whether you haven't stood still as regards the ways of our younger set
while you were in the wilds in the way that Marion was in her Pacific
Coast seclusion. And for heaven's sake don't blame that kid for letting
her sister and her brother-in-law scrape some prudery off her."
"Blame her! I don't blame anybody," averred Herbert stoutly. "I haven't
been living in a monastery myself, you know."
"So — s-so — o-o-o-h — so Henry s-says!" gasped his sister, slipping
her plump charming thighs about him and planting her feet on his
hard bottom. "Mind you, Herbie, if you move in me again like that I
shan't be able to talk in the least!"
"Well, then, don't squeeze my prick like that or I shall certainly have to
get busy!" he returned. "No, I had no notion of getting sore even if it had
been any of my business, which it wasn't, because this beautiful and
well-bred kid bathed that way with her folks. But when they
convinced her to allow them to handle her little slit, and when she
consented to join Mildred in playing with the man's tool — and what a
whale he's got, bigger than mine — well, I guess I did go a trifle batty. I
admit I was jealous, all right. But it was a powerfully rousing scene, too.
I had a terrific impulse to go after them and to drag her away and I'd
have fucked her to a frazzle, virgin or no virgin, if I could have got hold
of her! It seemed to me that she didn't belong with them at all but with
me, that I was being robbed of my rights!"
"And you've spoken to her just three times, I think," smiled Henry.
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"That has nothing to do with it," responded Herbert impatiently. "I tell
you there's something between us that I can't explain. But I was still in
such a trance when I came back here that I hardly knew what I was
about."
"Do you know now?" laughed Henry, slapping him on the back.
And the slap served to put into fiery motion the pair which had been
immobile during a conversation carried on under somewhat
extraordinary conditions. For Herbert, gluing his body to that of his
throbbing sister, once more stirred the lambent flames which she was
restraining with difficulty.
With tremulous delight, she moved her body softly beneath him.
"Oh, God, why, it's up to my heart!" she quavered. "Go on, Herbie, for
God's sake, fuck me, fuck me!"
With a hoarse little roar, her brother went into action now, an action
that was continuous and rhythmic and that was punctuated by ardent
sighing ejaculations from Edith's lips as a frenzied and ecstatic
response was wrung from her body.
In a moment, the glowing and frantic girl spent shiveringly, her
feverish young spouse kissing her lips and her breasts. With his hand,
he checked Herbert's movements until she could recover from her
ecstatic spasm, for her brother, blind to everything save the bliss of
their conjunction, did not even know that the passionate girl had
preceded him in reaching the crisis.
In motion once more, Herbert's great battering ram reveled in the tight,
clinging warmth of the tissues which it strained. And Edith, her eyes
rolled back in an infinite rapture that only this caliber of projectile
could give her, swimming in a bliss such as she had never known even
in her most glorious moments with her husband, was a frantic thing
beneath him.
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She bit at his shoulder, drawing him down to her with convulsive arms.
She clawed at his flesh and she drummed with rosy heels upon his rear.
To all these demonstrations of the animalism which he had aroused,
Herbert was obtuse and unheeding. She might have driven nails into
his body now without causing him to pause or even falter in his long,
rhythmic plunges and withdrawals. For his own animalism was
feasting as never before, feasting on a banquet of which it had long
dreamed hopelessly.
Edith spent again, crying out and plunging so furiously that her
husband covered her mouth and looked anxiously at the opened
windows. For, though quite willing that their bungalow neighbors
should hear his wife's exclamations of rapture or should even see her
writhing in conjugal embrace, he was very much averse to putting her
on display on this particular occasion.
And, as she spent, her brother groaned loudly again and shot his
masculine milk within her body in jets that bade fair to spout forever.
And Edith, feeling them, cried out sharply once more and fainted
away.
When she came to her senses, she was undergoing the tender,
cleansing care of both her husband a calmed and grateful brother in
the bathroom. They carried her back to the bed on a chair of their
hands, her arms about their necks. Her face was slowly regaining its
accustomed fine color.
Herbert, satiated for the time being, yet sensually aroused still,
lingered yet a while on the bed. He could never get enough of the
splendid nudity of his sister, he thought, and her eyes devoured his
body, too.
But, as the girl recovered her nervous equilibrium and as her still
impassioned and unrelieved husband hugged and petted her
amorously, she smiled a little ashamedly, but wantonly and
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significantly at Herbert. It was clear to her that, having succumbed to
the embraces of the one in presence of the other, the situation was
about to be reversed. And it was clear, too, that her brother was quite
willing to see this connubial indulgence and was in fact much excited
by the prospect. For already his member was beginning to stir and to
raise its head as he saw Henry rub his stiff organ on the woman's flesh
and suck her sensitive nipples at the same time.
And so, since not one of the trio failed to be heated all the more by the
presence of both the others in these most intimate of moments, Herbert
lingered to see his lovely sister possessed by her spouse.
He stood closely by as she spread wide her lovely legs to receive
within her the familiar bliss-bringing visitor. She pushed up her
bottom to engulf its turgid length, and, as she grabbed her lusty
husband to her breasts and caught her feet behind his flanks to give
him purchase, he commenced powerful shoves into her sensitive vitals.
And Herbert leaned over to observe intently the effect of this carnal
wrestling bout on his passionate sister. The radiant Edith's breath came
faster and was mingled with groans of bliss as her eyes rolled
heavenwards and dew collected about her warming lips, and her
whole body writhed in sharply mounting ecstasy. Finally, with a wild
flinging of her arms, she shrieked and gave way to convulsions in a
long, drawn-out climax of her third delirious spending in the space of a
few minutes.
It was a long time before Herbert could drift off into an uneasy sleep.
And from that happy but restless sleep, he was awakened within a
couple of hours by a flood of light, and found the door between his own
chamber and that of the spouses widely opened.
Beside his bed stood Edith, naked and flushed.
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"I — I couldn't sleep," she said. "And Henry said since he wanted to
sleep, and I was so restless, I must come in here with you. Is — is it all
right?"
It was all right with Herbert.
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CHAPTER 24
Herbert awoke in a bewildered state, fleeting memories of the
previous evening quickly organizing themselves into a chain of
evidence as to the reality of what had at first seemed like a wild and
incredible dream. The extreme lassitude which he felt in his body was
but one testimonial to the amazing and shameful fact that less than
eight hours before he had had an incestuous relation with his sister. It
was a deed made even more shameful to contemplate in the cold light
of bodily exhaustion by the fact that his brother-in-law, Henry
Hamilton, had urged him to the crime, had indeed stood by in
lecherous enjoyment of seeing himself thus cuckolded by his wife's
brother. For an instant, Herbert felt a wave of shameful fury, and a
consuming desire to kill Henry, to choke him to death, perhaps torture
him by butchering his sexual organs. Then he remembered that night
on the train, years earlier, when he was nineteen, Edith sixteen, when
he had goaded and coaxed her until aroused to the boiling point. She
had kissed and sucked his swollen member and he had persuaded her
to let him insert the head of his throbbing organ into that tight and
lovely crevice that he knew had never been seen by a man other than
himself. He remembered too that he had asked Edith to promise that
after her marriage she would let him possess her body, and he knew
that in all the years since, he had thought recurrently of her promise
and had even half-anticipated it as he sailed home from Africa to see
his sister for the first time since her marriage.
Being aware of Edith's highly sensitive nature, that she was, like
himself, inclined to revert to the moralistic training of their parents
except during the madder sessions of that wild young married set who
constituted her social companions, Herbert had hesitated to remind
Edith of her promise. In fact, he had done nothing toward gaining his
goal except for veiled inspections of his sister's charms during those
times when they had gone to the beach together. So covertly had he
carried on these lustful surveyals, in fact, that Edith had not become
aware of them, and although she too was mindful of the pact they had
made on the train, and although she still longed to consummate this
incestuous love affair to its ultimate, to revel in bacchic orgies with her
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brother, to feel the long-remembered stiffness of his weapon piercing
her very vitals, she had been similarly shy and hesitant. Although
burning with mutual desire, both brother and sister had thought that
the other had determined to forget that mad, sinful night of long ago.
But now, Herbert thought with rueful realization, the thing had
happened. Last night's queer chain of events, his being driven from the
house by the anguish of hearing his sister writhe in the ecstasy of
sexual intercourse. He remembered seeking peace on the cool beach,
to discover there the girl whom he had come to regard as a chaste,
virginal lily, to discover her in the act of allowing her body to be
stripped naked by her lecherous brother-in-law, while his wife, her
own sister, aided and abetted the plan to expose the girl's tender
charms to their mutual embrace.
"My God!" Herbert said aloud. "What are we coming to? My brotherin-
law tricks me into ravishing my own sister and Stan Cochrane's wife
goads her sister in letting herself be seduced by her husband."
Then he grinned, shamed at this sudden wave of moral indignation.
I'm certainly taking the attitude of an old fogy, he thought. A typical
hypocrite, that's what. While I willingly commit incest with my willing
sister, while my brother-in-law enjoys the scene, I nevertheless have to
stifle a feeling that I have been outraged because Stan Cochrane has
gained a prize that I wanted for myself. Why am I any more pure than
Marion? What right have I to condemn her for doing in innocence
what I did in full knowledge of the crime? I know Stan Cochrane well
enough to be certain that he had been practicing on that girl for
several weeks. Mildred, too, has been at work, I'll venture, for she is the
type who would enjoy seeing her precious husband take another
woman, and, if it be her sister, so much the better.
Thus Herbert reasoned as he lay there in bed, because he felt now the
imperativeness of his getting married, or, in any event, the need for a
woman, a bed-mate. His orgy of the night before was a regrettable
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affair and obviously could not be continued without fear of drastic
results. It might prey on the mind of his sister, or upon his own. Worse
yet, Henry might become stricken with remorse over his frenzied
impulse of the night before and do something desperate. To marry
Marion, that is if she would accept him, he thought modestly, was the
first thing for him to do; to go away, to remove himself from the
temptation to repeat such a scene with his sister was the next.
Herbert's desire to marry Marion had been growing for sometime, and
although he had been temporarily repelled by the scene upon the
beach, the events following it, involving his own behavior, made it
scarcely honest of him to be self-righteous. Again, the maddening
sight of Marion's lovely figure stripped to the lustful gaze of her sister
and her brother-in-law, as well as to his own, had driven him to such
excitement that he had almost had an orgasm as he lay there in the
sand. Thinking of her now, his limp tool stiffened slightly, jerking
spasmodically like a sleeping animal, and he smiled proudly at this
evidence of his virility, arousal in an instrument that had done yeoman
service the night before. He determined, then, to seek out Marion that
very day, and if necessary, to carry her off by force.
As matters developed, however, there was no need for desperate
action. Marion had gone through an amazing and, to her all too recent
state of virginal innocence, harrowing experience during the previous
night, and she had come to a decision that was not unlike Herbert's.
Recalling the night spent in bed between Mildred and Stan, and the
acts to which she had acceded all too willingly, she felt her face burn
as with fire. The libidinous couple, and Marion admitted shamefully
that she was no less lascivious than her sister, had performed upon her
body the most shameful of perverted pleasures, had explored each
crevice of her with burning fingers and mouths, had done everything,
in fact, except actually destroy her maidenhead. And this, she
recalled, she had begged Stan to do.
During the course of the orgy, Mildred had suddenly felt the desire to
excite her little sister to the maddening ultimate by having her be a
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witness to Stan's taking her with his battering ram. Stan had thought
the idea a charming one, and though he would have vastly preferred
to explore that much tighter crevice which he had learned was small
even for the tip of his distended tongue, something in his make-up
made it against his code to actually deflower the girl. He knew, too,
that Mildred would not have permitted him to actually screw her
sister, at any rate not until after she married.
Nevertheless, Mildred had conceived the idea of letting Marion see
the sex act performed at close range, and, spreading her legs in such a
position as to allow Marion a full view, she had beckoned the willing
Stan to mount and ride. Stan had advanced to the saddle, and Marion,
bent eagerly forward for close inspection of the ceremony, had
watched Mildred grasp the huge protuberance in her hand and guide
it to its intended destination. She had marveled at the ease with which
the monster, once its flaming head had been swallowed by the hairencircled
slit, buried itself within Mildred's feverishly writhing body.
As Stan exerted the full pressure of his buttocks in driving the organ
home, Mildred had given a little cry of joy, abandoning herself to the
advances of her husband, and in a frenzy of desire had locked her
white legs around his sturdy buttocks, as if to possess the instrument to
its last fraction of an inch. Then they had begun a mad, mutual
writhing, their bodies rising and falling in fevered synchronization,
arms entwined around each others' chests, their lips half-parted as
they exchanged lustful kisses in imitation of that other union of their
lower parts.
Marion, her eyes glazed with passion, bent so close that the odors from
this friction assailed her nostrils, filling her with such carnal desire that
with a cry of utter abandonment she had fallen upon the couple,
tearing at them, screaming in her madness for Stan to withdraw from
Mildred and turn his bludgeon toward her own burning nest. The
couple, now nearing the climax, paid no attention. Heated to the
fullest extent by the mutual contact, they concentrated on realizing
the completion of the intercourse, ignoring the desperately voiced
cries of the unwilling virgin.
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Marion had almost gone mad. Unable to break the embrace of the
squirming couple, she fell upon Stan's back, twisting herself so that her
legs straddled his neck, and lying flat she bent her head until her face
was scarcely an inch from her sister's well-filled box. As Stan recoiled
from each lunge Marion could see an inch or so of its base, glistening
with the dew that had been showered upon it as a result of the
invasion. His big balls swung formidably to and fro, striking sharply
against Mildred's buttocks at each lunge. At length, driven beyond
further ability to be a mere witness to this pleasurable exhibit, and
fairly groaning with unsatisfied lust, Marion sank her head between
the heaving buttocks of her brother-in-law, and, parting the cheeks
with shaking fingers, she applied her lips and tongue to that orifice
above the swinging bag. She continued the perverted caressing,
growing bolder as the squirming beneath her increased in fervor.
Down farther went her excited tongue, licking and darting at the bag,
farther still, and, lifting the giant balls in her hands, she pressed her lips
against the wriggling pussy of her sister, her face flat against Stan's
inner thigh. This she did not stop until the bodies beneath her had
relaxed into exhausted inertness. She was not aware, in fact, for several
minutes, that the motion had ceased, so carried away had she been by
her emotions. It was not until Stan's tool, wilting after its terrific bout,
had fallen limply from its gaping sheath to dangle futilely against
Mildred's now relaxed hips that Marion noticed the cessation of
activity.
Raising herself to an erect position, she saw the couple lying in a sort of
stupor, or so it seemed. Mildred lay lax, her arms lying loosely at her
sides, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open. Stan was even worse. He
lay like a bag of potatoes, his dead weight full upon Mildred's supine
nakedness. Finally he stirred, and with a half-audible groan he rolled
off her, his sex now diminished in size and flopping against his groin.
At this point, Marion stopped thinking of what had happened. She felt
utterly degraded for an instant. Then, remembering the treat that was
yet in store for her, the fulfillment of her desire that Stan had refused
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her, and, knowing that he would not take the treasure of her virginity,
she determined to waste no time in securing for herself a husband.
She thought of Herbert Allison quite naturally, for they had more than
once betrayed an interest in each other. Each knew that the other was
attracted, and, indeed, both had thought subconsciously of marriage.
Thus it was that their separate experiences of that warm night had
hastened a climax that otherwise would possibly have been brought
about in a more roundabout and formal manner. They encountered
each other that afternoon on the beach, and, although Herbert
thought that he was bringing suit to Marion, he was actually
maneuvered into a proposal by the girl's suggestion. For, though
Marion was a novice at the game of sex, she was gifted with that power
that all women are born with and use instinctively. Therefore, as the
couple sped toward the city where they had decided to be married
quietly, Herbert's congratulations to himself were not altogether in
order. Had he but known it, he had had little more to do with the
wedding than offering himself as groom.
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The marriage had been performed with all the pragmatic briefness
that characterizes the civil ceremony. Although Marion would have
preferred the ornate pomp of a church wedding, with its attendant
hullabaloo, she had yielded this desire to the more immediate
necessity of escaping from her sister and brother-in-law. And, having
recognized beforehand that Herbert possessed all of the outward
characteristics of a good husband — young, handsome, physically
stalwart, as well as the recipient of a substantial income — the
necessity for a quick decision after his abrupt proposal had not been
confounding. Having decided some hours before that Herbert would
be the ideal mate, and having formulated the first steps toward
bringing him around to a proposal, his "jumping the gun" had been a
welcome surprise. In her desire to have a husband of her own, to gain
the supreme pleasure that Stan Cochrane, with all of his libidinous
caresses, had denied her, Marion had acceded readily to Herbert's idea
of a hasty ceremony, without even one of their friends as a conspirator.
On the way to the Chicago hotel where they were to wait for the hour
when they would board a train for New Orleans, they hurriedly
planned a honeymoon itinerary, in the course of which they intended
to stay in Havana, Bermuda, and possibly, if they felt a mutual desire
when these places had been visited, Europe. As Herbert drove the
powerfully motored car at a slow pace through the snarl of traffic, he
made no attempt to conceal his impatience. Several times Marion
heard him curse audibly, and her first momentary shock at this
unseemly language was quickly dispelled by the realization that she
was not one whit less impatient than her husband of ten minutes. And
although she was less gifted in the art of profanity, having heard her
first "cuss word" less than a month before this day, she was thinking
unkind things about the trucks and automobiles and policemen that
impeded their journey.
At length, the car swung from the thick confusion of traffic and came
to a halt before the magnificently austere entrance of the ultra-select
hotel that Herbert had chosen. It was a hotel of the swankiest type,
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exclusive to the point of snobbery, and so exacting in its clientele that
it was said to have once turned away one of the world's most famous
actresses because to have such a celebrity in the establishment would
have resulted in the hotel's being mentioned in the newspapers.
Herbert had not thought of the hotel as a honeymooner's sanctuary.
Had he done so, it is likely that he might have rejected it in favor of
less snobbish accommodations. He had driven there from force of habit,
since it had been patronized by his parents for many years. As he
signed the register, he thought, smiling as he did so, that his guiding
impulses had served him well. A word to the manager, whom he had
known since boyhood, and no word would leak out that Herbert
Allison, the millionaire explorer, was in the city with his bride of a
hurried courtship. Here he and the lovely Marion would be free from
the congratulations of a well meaning but at the moment unwelcome
host of friends.
Marion stood nearby as Herbert talked with the manager. She strove
to exhibit an appearance of nonchalance, as though she had been
going to hotels with her husband for several years, but it must be
admitted that she made a poor imitation of a casual matron. Several
passersby looked meaningly at the two small bags, all the luggage
that she and Herbert had between them, and raised suggestive
eyebrows as if to say: "Ah, a little bride — a lamb going to slaughter."
A woman passing, a plump woman whose appearance suggested a
wifehood of at least ten years, looked at her and sighed. How can they
know that I am just married, Mildred asked herself. She blushed,
glancing furtively around the lobby at the staring people, and then
she noted with great relief that Herbert was hurrying toward her, a
smirking little bellboy trailing behind.
They entered the elevator and ascended, both striving to appear
unconcerned, both seeing in the exchange of glances between the
bellboy and the elevator operator that the two boys were secretly
elated by the fact that here was a newly wedded couple. Marion,
feeling the obscene implication of the message, blushed a crimson hue,
and turned her face toward the elevator wall.
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Herbert had taken a suite of two rooms and a bath. As they entered the
living room, Marion trembled with the realization that here she was, a
bride, no longer a child or an innocent young girl, but a grown woman,
soon to receive the final initiation into life, the process by which she
would lose forever the treasure that is held up temptingly as a prize for
the man who wins a maiden's hand.
Herbert paid the bellboy, dexterously steered the inquisitive youth
through the door, and turned with a look of suddenly released
eagerness to Marion, who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room,
still holding her pocketbook. He reached her in two strides and
clasped the trembling girl in his arms. She melted, almost collapsed
into his embrace, clutching him around the neck.
"At last we are alone!" Herbert cried. "Oh, my dear little Marion, I
thought the time would never come when we would be safe from the
gawking of all those people. Every minute has seemed like a day since
we left the justice's office. At last, dear, we are alone to enjoy ourselves
as husband and wife, to become more fully acquainted with those sides
of ourselves that are not readily apparent."
Marion did not answer. Her mind was occupied with sudden fear.
What if she did not succeed in portraying the role of an innocent girl?
What if she betrayed, by some lapse into casualness, that she was no
stranger to the intimate gestures of an amorous man? Would Herbert
perceive the guilt which she would strive to conceal?
All these thoughts disturbed Marion as she felt herself being led
adroitly toward the door that led into the bedroom, but soon she was to
learn that her fears were uncalled for. For Herbert had no more than
closed the door when he grasped her again in his arms, but not with
tenderness. He seized her roughly, his right arm circling her waist, the
hand cupping itself boldly over her breast. His other hand pressed her
thigh, squeezing it firmly. The look of genuine shock in Marion's eye
brought a short, cynical laugh from the now fully aroused Herbert, a
laugh that conveyed to her troubled mind the knowledge that
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Herbert knew something. What was it? Had Stan or Mildred told him
the shameful story of their initiating her into the elementary facts of
life? Or had he guessed that Marion was not so chaste and unsullied as
she was reputed to be. Was he one of those cynical young men who
suspect the worst of every woman? Although she was aware of
Herbert's sudden change of attitude, suspecting that his dropping of
all pretense was indicative of something of the sort, she was not
prepared for the disclosure contained in his next words:
"Come, Marion, my girl, I think it high time we dropped our pose of
bashful swain and innocent maiden. Although you doubtless do not
suspect it, I was a spectator to a scene in which you were one of the
leading participants. The tableau I saw makes me fully aware that you
are by no means a stranger to the naked body of a man. Let us put our
cards on the table, my little wench."
Marion felt both thrills at the masterful, cave-mannish tone Herbert's
voice had assumed and horrified guilt in the face of the knowledge
that Herbert had observed one of the "lessons" she had received from
Stan in that secluded nook near the beach. She waited, breathless, for
him to make the next move.
Without speaking, Herbert began removing her clothing with an ease
that betrayed a more than passing skill at undressing a lady. First her
jacket, which he slipped from her arms, letting it drop to the floor; next,
her skirt — a finger inserted at the waist band released the hook-andeye
fastener, and the garment was pealed downward off her hips,
collapsing on the floor at her feet. The lacy slip that completed her
ensemble was easiest of all to the desecrator: it buttoned all the way
down the front, and the flying fingers made short work of these
obstacles. It too fell to the floor, and Marion, speechless with
excitement and fear, buried her face against her husband's chest as he
peeled the slip from her breasts and started it over the same journey
traveled a moment before by the outer skirt, over those delicately
curved and dimpled mounds whose explorations by Stanley Cochrane
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had given Marion such thrills of shameful lechery, had excited her to
the point that she had at length succumbed to his most bold caress.
At last, stark naked except for her stockings and shoes, Marion felt
Herbert's arms relax their grip and, unsupported, she sank weakly to
the floor. She looked up at Herbert and gave a little cry when she saw
that he was divesting himself of his own garments even more rapidly
than he had stripped her. She watched, fascinated, as he ripped off his
shirt, exposing a muscular chest, well grizzled by hair, and beneath it
the trim waist of a man well conditioned by exercise. Although
Herbert was not the giant physically that Stan Cochrane was, Marion
noted, he was no less firmly constructed in build, and as he slipped off
his shorts, the rampant organ, already fired with energy, burst into
view, giving her the happy tidings that Herbert could well take care of
the duty left undone by her brother-in-law.
Gone now was her modesty, although less than a month ago she had
never given serious thought to a woman's married life — less than
twenty-four hours ago, in fact, she would have been blushing furiously
at the thought of the impending ordeal. Now she lay supine on the
thick carpet, her naked body posed seductively against the rich red
cloth, one arm, bent at the elbow, supported her head; the other lay at
her side, making no attempt to cover as best it could the charming spot,
even more enhanced by its protective tuft of curly hair, from which
Herbert had not wrested his gaze as he stripped for action. Now, as he
sank to the floor beside her, although her face colored, this was not so
much a blush as a surge of passion-heated blood rushing up from her
febrile body to dizzy and intoxicate the girl with its lustful yearning.
Still, as she felt the contact of his bare flesh against hers, she could not
abandon from her mind a thought that had come to her with Herbert's
exposure of her interludes with Stanley Cochrane. Eluding his burning
lips as they sought her own, she asked, falteringly, for she had not yet
acquired the nonchalance of other young women of the colony in
discussing matters of sex:
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"But, Herbert — you know, it wasn't — nice to let myself be treated so
by a man. If you saw — us, you must despise me. How could you marry
me? You seemed to like me at first because I was unsophisticated — at
least that's what Mildred said — so how could you still want to marry
me after you found out?"
Herbert laughed. "Nonsense, dear, I determined to have you the first
time I saw you, and the sight of you giving such enjoyment to
Cochrane only increased my desires, giving me the added pleasure of
stealing you away from that young stud. Why should he have two
women, particularly when one of them is desirable to me?"
"But, Herbert, darling," Marion persisted, "you seemed so reserved, so
noble, compared to most of the people we know. You seemed
positively ascetic!"
"Oh, ho!" Herbert said. "So that's it? Because Herbert Allison reserves
his amours for his bedroom, for actual enjoyment rather than topics of
conversation, he is considered to be an old fogy? Well, well, and how
could a little pupil of Stan Cochrane's and your lascivious but
charming sister think of marrying such a pious man? Answer me that?"
Perceiving his manner to be a joking one, Marion giggled. "To tell you
the truth, Herbert, dear, I married you to reform myself. I hoped to
forget the vile things I have been forced to learn from my lecherous
sister and her bull of a husband. But now it looks as if I have gained
little for the peace of my soul."
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They both laughed and, the awkwardness dispelled by this mutual
confession, they entwined in their first physical embrace. Her luscious
young breasts heaving, Marion strained her body upward as if to fuse it
against that of the equally inflamed man. His throbbing tool, now
swollen to its full size, lay against the girl's thigh like a hot iron.
Marion felt her whole body tremble, and it seemed as if her pubic hair
stood on edge.
"Take me, Herbert!" she cried. "Do anything you want! Beat me! I'm
yours to do whatever you like with!" She slid her hand quickly down
his flank until it grasped the powerful engine of his sex. She squeezed
it, caressed it, covering and uncovering the head with sliding motions
of her hand.
Herbert's hand had found a corresponding object on the shapely body
that lay beside him. His fingers toyed with the curling little brush of
hair, combing through it and pulling gently, each time pausing to
touch the faintly moist lips of the anticipated treasure. He could feel
the involuntary contracting of the girl's muscles each time he repeated
this caress, and, growing bolder, he rubbed a finger along the groove,
back and forth until it had moistened sufficiently to become an
entrance. His finger went in to the first joint, and then, instead of the
slow but inexorable advance into that delectable cavern, the finger
met an obstacle. He pushed a fraction harder, but with no success. He
looked inquiringly at his bride.
"I say, didn't Stan er-er, ah — put his tool in your—?"
Marion became embarrassed again. "No, Herbert, darling. He didn't do
that — he said that it was against his code to deflower a virgin. He said
that was a husband's pleasure."
"Damned considerate of him," Herbert said with a touch of sarcasm.
"What else did he say?"
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"He said that after I was married, he was going to have a piece of me if
he had to tie my husband to a tree while he was getting it," Marion
said, feeling a desire to arouse Herbert's jealousy.
But Herbert laughed. "So that's his game, eh? Well, why not? Plenty of
men have tried to have a bed party with your sister, and have perhaps
succeeded — meaning no offense to your charming sister, of course.
Turnabout is fair play. When we return to the Dunes, I'll see if he will
agree to a temporary trade — a comparison of brands, so to speak. That
is, of course, provided that your sister would not be averse to sampling
the product of her brother-in-law."
Marion was startled by this evidence of a broad-mindedness that
surpassed even that of Stanley, so far as she knew. But any feeling that
she may have had in anticipation of the day of return was sidetracked
by a more immediate task at hand. Instinctively, she wriggled her
body slightly against Herbert's, communicating to him that, for the
time at least, Stan was not on hand to bargain with.
Herbert held back the expected embrace. His face still bore a puzzled
look. "Well, if he didn't actually take you, what did he do, besides
stripping you naked?"
"He — kissed me — all over."
"Oh, he did?" said Herbert. "And did you like this kissing?"
Again Marion blushed. But excited now almost beyond endurance,
burning with anticipation of what was in store for her, she smiled and
answered. "I must confess that it gave me supreme pleasure. Although
at first I thought this caressing strange, and even disgusting, I was soon
disabused of that idea. Stan, and Mildred too, assured me that this form
of love-making was a favorite relaxation among lovers, as well as
being an excellent stimulus to jaded passions."
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Herbert said nothing in reply, but Marion was not long in learning that
he agreed with this pronouncement. For he had begun kissing her with
uncontrollable fury, exploring each curve and crevice of her body with
his fevered lips, first her breasts, letting his lips pause lovingly on these
pointed beauties, his tongue tickling their nipples until Marion
thought she would swoon with delight. Then his lips moved on and
downward, over the white, velvety belly until they found the navel. At
the same time, his hands were stroking her thighs and legs, pausing
now and then to pat or squeeze some particularly delightful spot.
Marion gave a little gasp of pleasure as the burning lips rested for a
brief moment on her sheath, and, throwing her legs open wide, she
invited him to the feast.
Herbert needed no urging, and his subsequent actions proved that he
was no novice at this game. Bending to the task, he applied his tongue
to the fiery region of delight, while Marion, no longer murmuring
shamed protests as she had done when first subjected to this
experience by the ruthless Stanley, wiggled her deliciously curved
loins to meet each darting movement of his serpentine tickler.
"Oh — oh — oh, Herbert, darling, that is marvelous!" she gasped in
rapturous ecstasy. "Oh, it thrills me to the very center of my heart. I
have never known such pleasure to exist!"
Abruptly, Herbert raised his head, and, half-turning, looked at her.
Although this amorous dalliance had brought him even nearer to the
climax, he still was bent upon wreaking a kind of vengeance on this
lovely girl. Even though he boasted of a broadminded outlook on such
matters, and indeed felt a sort of gratitude to Cochrane for having
performed the preliminary tasks of breaking down her resistance, he
was determined to humble this girl, to force her, if necessary, to
respond in kind.
Therefore, he turned over on his side so that his rampant organ, swollen
almost to the bursting point, dangled against her breast, scarcely six
inches from her lips. Seeing the monster at such close range, Marion's
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first impulse was to cry out in shame, to turn her head from such vulgar
familiarity. But one look into Herbert's flaming eyes told her that such
theatrics would avail her nothing. So she smiled and, clasping the
rearing sphere in her two hands, she pressed it wildly to her breasts,
turning so that it lay between the heaving mounds. Feverishly she
rubbed and tickled it, even squeezing her breasts together, enfolding
the member in their gentle caress.
Herbert shifted his position slightly, bringing the ruby crown half the
distance to her mouth, while his hands continued to explore her lower
regions, concentrating on the most maddening spots. His virile shaft
now grazed Marion's dimpled cheek.
"Oh, darling, please don't make me wait any longer! Oh, please, ravish
my body with it — kill me, if you like, but don't excite me more or I'll
lose my reason! I'm crazy for it!"
Herbert continued to stroke and squeeze the girl's delicately molded
hips and run his fingers through the curly thatch of hair wherein he
had so recently planted the most ardent kisses. Then, without speaking,
he reached down and, grasping his tool with one hand, guided it
deliberately to Marion's lips. She turned her head, gasping:
"Why, Herbert, how can you push that thing to my lips?"
Herbert laughed shortly, the sound coming in wheezing gasped that
betrayed his excitement. "Come now, Marion, my dear, I'm sure that
Stanley Cochrane hasn't let you be a stranger to this pleasure. Surely
he impressed upon you, during his so very generous tutoring, the
necessity for reciprocity."
"No, no!" Marion gasped. "He didn't. I never heard of such a thing." The
truth was that Marion was eager to apply her lips to this lovely giant,
as she had indeed applied them to Stanley Cochrane's, but one last
spark of maidenly purity impelled her to simulate unwillingness. So,
though she felt the desire to fall upon this stiffened organ, to push it all
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the way down her throat, if possible, she determined to resist the
impulse until Herbert used more coaxing methods.
This feeling must have been communicated to Herbert, for he changed
his manner of attack immediately. Renewing his fond caresses on
Marion's pelvic regions, he rolled over on his back and with his
powerful arms lifted the girl's unprotesting body up and over, so that
she now lay atop of him, her thighs straddling his neck. Her rosy
buttocks, divided by a deliciously mounded alley, terminated in a
shadowy region that secreted that Mecca of all lovers' pilgrimages.
Spreading the satin thighs a little, the nest came into view, hanging
temptingly a scant hand's breath above Herbert's face. With a little
shudder of delight, Marion felt the contact of his ravenous tongue as
his hands pulled her buttocks gently into position.
Marion now lay in such a position that Herbert's protuberant weapon
reared upward directly before her face, waving ever so slightly as if
urging her to taste its sweets. Her hands crept passionately over his
belly and groin. With trembling fingers, she smoothed the pubic
growth and, adventurously letting her fingers go still lower, stroked
and petted the terrifying bag that hung suspended beneath the rigid
rod. The caressing motions of that tormenter at work between Marion's
thighs had now begun to have their effect. With a weak cry of
acquiescence, she placed her lips to the crimson head. Her tongue
fairly leaped to its duty, and opening her mouth, she welcomed the
raging visitor. Pressing her head downward, she let the member slide
backward until she almost choked, then, remembering Mildred's
demonstration of this dalliance, which both Mildred and Stan had told
her was the most thrilling and delectable of all embraces, she let it slip
out until only the burning head remained in seclusion. Her tongue,
inexperienced as it was, possessed some instinct that guided it to the
most exciting regions and worked furiously to repay caress for caress.
Trembling with lust, their passions whipped to fury by their mutual
embraces, the two bodies jerked and writhed on the silken rug. Marion
felt the fire within her groove increase, unallayed by the wet tongue of
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Herbert. Panting with nervous tension, driven to complete
abandonment by this tantalizing maneuver, she pressed her slit still
closer to Herbert's hot face and, burying her head between his thighs,
licked madly at his squirming buttocks for an instant, then seized the
palpitating monster once more with her lips and pushed it greedily
into her mouth. Her whole body, mind and soul, was now consumed by
lustful excitement, and it is to be doubted if she would have consented
to relinquish this morsel, even had a dozen strangers walked into the
room. Alternately licking and sucking at this treasure, she felt it
become harder with each touch. Suddenly, she realized that she was
about to spend, and with this realization, she knew that Herbert's staff
was about to do likewise.
For an instant, she felt a revulsion at the idea of receiving this offering
in her mouth, although she had seen the lascivious Mildred, under a
similar circumstance, not only permit the volley, but swallow its jellylike
content, and even continue her oral ministrations until the last
drop had been extracted. But she had no further time to decide
whether to accept or reject the discharge, for at this moment, with a
muffled scream, her body jerked spasmodically as Herbert's ruthless
attack accomplished it purpose. So weakened from the thrilling
ecstasy of the deluge, she could not have pushed Herbert's member
from her mouth had she wanted to do so, and, as he in turn began to
heave and squirm in the throes of his own gushing climax, Marion's lips
tightened on the twitching shaft. The torrent filled her mouth,
overflowing onto her cheeks, as ejaculation after ejaculation came
rushing forth. Delirious from the effect of this culmination, she
continued her ministrations until her mouth was filled, and not to be
outdone by Mildred, did with this gelatinous mouthful exactly as her
sister had done.
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Exhausted at last, the conquered giant, now rapidly shrinking in size,
slipped from her parted lips, and Marion rolled from her position to lie
limply on the floor at Herbert's side. She lay with her eyes closed for
some time, her mind reeling with tumultuous recapitulations of the
scene she had just aided in enacting. She realized, with a fleeting
feeling of shame, she had committed an act that a week before would
have terrified her with loathing by its very suggestion. Her senses,
whipped and goaded during these days by the lecherous Stanley and
her sister, who was no more restrained in her lovemaking than he, had
now surrendered to the advance of a lustful man! She, Marion Stone,
erstwhile flower of innocence, was now cognizant of such emotions
that, even though sanctified by a marriage ceremony, were no less
carnal in their implication. Married or not, she had succumbed to
Herbert's blandishments with no more compunction than had she been
an outright harlot. Suddenly her lifelong training in seemly and chaste
conduct manifested itself, and she felt ashamed and humiliated. She
stole a glance at the reclining form of her husband and preceptor,
hoping vainly that he would be so exhausted that he would have
fallen asleep.
She was doomed to disappointment. With a shrinking feeling of
despair, she saw his eyes open and watch her with rekindled fires of
lust. Reaching out, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her to him.
Clutching her trembling form in his arms, he stroked her milk-white
backside and breasts, and eagerly his lips, still humid from their
frenzied embrace on her burning crevice, sought her mouth. He
murmured passionate and obscene terms of endearment, halfunderstood
because of the double duty his lips performed.
She caught the word "screw," recognizing it as one of the names for the
sex act as revealed to her by her lascivious sister, and feeling that she
could not stand another intimate ceremony with Herbert until she had
had time to recollect her senses, she made imploring protest.
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"Please, Herbert, not now. Oh, spare me for a little while — spare me.
I'm not used to such this time. I'll die!"
"Nonsense," said the now thoroughly aroused Herbert. "You are not
exhausted, nor are you likely to be — that is, from what I alone can do.
No man can stand up against the consuming passion of a young and
beautiful woman. You will be straining at the leash, so to speak, when
my battering ram has curled up and died."
Marion had opened her mouth to renew her pleasure when suddenly
she felt herself being rolled over on her back. Gently but quickly, her
thighs were forced open and the strong body of her husband thrust
itself within this lovely nook, couching itself on her shapely belly. The
hardening instrument danced wildly against her genital mound, as if
seeking the cavern of its own will, and Marion felt its great length
searing her flesh as he strained his body to hers. This time there was no
response from the girl. While a few minutes before she had begged
him to storm her womb with this frightful weapon, she now was
assailed with the fear that it would injure her, tear her open. She had
heard that such entrance resulted in bleeding, and she saw herself in a
fleeting vision, bleeding to death while the unheeding Herbert
battered away with his bludgeon. She struggled ineffectually to
escape from his embrace, which only grew stronger with each attempt
she made for freedom.
"Oh — please, Herbert — for God's sake, not now — I'll — I'll — I'll
even take it in my mouth again to satisfy you! But please, don't enter
me — the other way — at this time. Let me recover my senses."
Herbert was unrelenting. Raising himself slightly, he seized his
throbbing machine with one hand and pushed its head against the
moist lips of her vagina. Wet from the delicious agitation of his tongue,
the crevice offered but little resistance, so far as its threshold was
concerned. And, while Marion's thighs threshed vainly to dislodge the
intruder, the increased pressure of Herbert's body decreased her
ability to move except in a rising and falling motion. This movement
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did little to repulse the shaft, rather permitting it to embed its red head
all the more firmly. Realizing this, Marion sighed with resignation and
lay limp, unable to flex her muscles for the dreaded shock of the
complete coupling. Excited by his success thus far, and reveling in the
feel of the tightly clutched lips around his steaming engine, Herbert
braced himself and made the final lunge.
With blind fury, he shot the arrow to its mark, feeling it tear its way
through the obstructing membrane with a kind of brutal ecstasy.
Marion screamed with pain and fainted away. Unheeding her pale
bloodless face, and of the lips writhing in pain, Herbert continued his
goatish attack until he had spent himself. It was not until he had risen
to fetch a towel from the bathroom that he became aware of her
condition. Then, trembling with fright, he fell to her side, covered her
face with the tenderest of kisses as he pleaded with Marion to open her
eyes.
"Oh, my darling Marion, forgive me for being such a beast! I was so
carried away by my desire for you that I lost my head. Oh, open your
eyes and speak, my darling, and tell me that you forgive me."
Humbled now by fear and anxiety, he covered her naked thighs with
the towel and, taking the half-conscious Marion in his arms, he
implored her to show by some sign that she was not in danger. He
stroked her wrists, shook her head gently, and at last, springing to his
feet, tore open his handbag and brought forth a bottle of brandy that
had been placed there by his thoughtful valet. A few drops of this
strong liquor, forced past the girl's lips, caused her to shudder slightly
and open her eyes.
Herbert cried joyously at this evidence of life, and, taking her gently in
his arms again, covered the pretty face with loving caresses. "Oh, my
sweetheart, I was afraid I'd killed you. You must forgive me — I was
temporarily gone mad. I have not stopped wanting you since I saw you
clasped against Stan Cochrane's naked body. You have haunted me
since that moment — I could not help it."
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Marion gazed up at him with troubled eyes. She was still numb with
fear and pain. The brutal entrance had given her a devastating shock,
and forcing her as he had, at a time when she was filled with shame at
having so lasciviously embraced his organ with her lips, the
experience had given her nothing but pain. Although Herbert had
inundated her with his boiling fluid, there had been no like response
from her shock-ridden loins.
Herbert seemed to realize this, for he gathered the exhausted girl
gently in his arms and laid her on the bed. Then, shamefaced, he
placed a damp towel in her hand and went into the bathroom, feeling
that Marion would appreciate the chance to attend her wound with no
audience. After a safe period of waiting, during which he made his
own ablutions, Herbert returned to the bedside. Marion had crawled
beneath the covers. She looked up at him, saying nothing, and Herbert,
seeing that she was trying to ask for temporary mercy, kissed her softly
and told her to go to sleep. He too felt weakened by his two hasty
losses, and was not averse to a few hours' rest. He lay down beside the
frightened girl and, patting her reassuringly, sank into a sound sleep.
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Marion awoke several hours later, at first not realizing where she was
or what circumstances had brought her to the strange room. She
stirred, her body coming in contact with that of Herbert, who still slept.
She recoiled, starting up as if to leap from the bed. Then remembering
that she had been married that afternoon, she sank back against the
pillows. Lying there in the gloom of the darkened room, she tried to
untangle the queer jumble of thoughts that raced through her mind.
First there had been Stan, breaking down her resistance with sly
arguments and bolder caresses, subjecting her to one embarrassment
after another in the process by which he had awakened in her mind
ideas which she would have rejected at the time of her arrival at the
Dunes. Thinking back, she recalled that day when, paying no heed to
her entreaties, he had exposed her body and driven her into spasms of
delightful torture with his obscene caresses.
Then there had been that night when, with her own sister's
cooperation, she had been a witness to that act politely known as the
conjugal relation. Trembling with shame and excited lust, she had
shared Mildred's bed and, as their naked bodies fused in lascivious
heat, she had thrown maidenly innocence to the wind and become as
much a party to the orgy as the other participants would allow. She
recalled with recurring shame the mad delight she had taken in
thrusting her lips against the genitals of both Mildred and Stan as they
writhed and pitched their bodies in mutual excitement.
She thought too, of the wild desires the feel of Stan's scepter had
aroused in her, and how eagerly she had looked forward to the
consummation of her marriage with Herbert; how when alone with
Herbert at last, and stripped of her clothing, she had confessed — yes,
boasted without shame of her pre-marital initiation — and had kissed
that noble weapon with all the ardor of a bacchante. Then, reminded of
the shocking climax — amounting, in fact, to rape, as Herbert so
rudely forced his way into her tiny crevice, impaling her helpless body
until she had fainted away — she felt extreme nausea and thought for
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a moment that she would become ill. Her loins still ached from the
recent bombardment, reminding Marion of the merciless assault, and
she feared to move lest the pain increase.
At this moment, Herbert awoke. He turned on his side, facing her, at
first with surprise, then remembering the events of the day before, he
took her gently in his arms, fondling her lovingly as he begged again
for forgiveness. Pouring out words of endearment, he asked that she not
be frightened by what had happened, and Marion, calmed by his
tender tone, assured him that she had been as much as fault as he.
They lay thus for some time, murmuring in low voices as, still halfasleep,
they exchanged mutual confessions of blame for the violence of
the night before. But soon, as Marion's seductively curved body came
into closer contact with his own, Herbert felt his excitement returning,
and although, to give him his due, he brought every mental exertion to
bear in an attempt to dispel his carnal thoughts, his weapon refused to
cooperate and came to a stand in slow, methodical jerks.
Marion was not unaware of this happening. Feeling the touch of it
against her thigh, she at first thought it to be his hand, and she had
shrunk from the contact. Then, noting that he held her with both arms,
she gave a little cry of fear as she realized the identity of the groping
object.
"Oh, Herbert — please — I can't do it — not now. Oh, please, dearest
Herbert, how can you do such a thing? Is that all men think of?"
Herbert looked at her with an astonishment that was not wholly
simulated, then he laughed softly, reassuringly.
"Why, Marion, darling, I assure you that the disturbance you feel down
there is not due to any deliberate thought of my own. The rascal is
merely responding of his own accord. You see, my dear, a man's selfcontrol
has its limitations. To take you again at this time, while you are
sore and exhausted, is furthest from my mind. Nevertheless, that
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stiffening brute is not equipped with a conscience. He knows only that
he is within reach of an adorable resting place and, despite anything I
feel, will not be satisfied until he comes to his goal."
"But — you're not going to — let him have his way, are you, Herbert?"
Marion asked timorously. The now throbbing monster scraped
menacingly against her thigh and, thinking to ward off any sudden
attack it might make, she grasped it timidly but firmly in her hand. The
touch of the pulsing organ quickened her breath, and although she
shrank from the thought of it once more tearing into her vitals, she
could not resist the desire to feel its smooth hardness, to caress it with
tingling fingers.
"You're not helping to allay its hunger, you know," Herbert protested.
"If you continue that delightful manipulation, the poor fellow might
break loose, and if that happens, my darling Marion, I cannot be held
responsible for what happens next."
Marion jerked her hand away, but almost immediately she had seized
it again, this time cupping her fingers over the ruddy tip. Suddenly she
was trembling with a wild desire, and fighting to shake it from her
mind, she buried her face against Herbert's shoulder, but at the same
time strengthening rather than loosening her grip upon the impatient
bludgeon. She began to sob.
Herbert patted her shoulders, soothingly. "Why, what's the matter,
sweetheart? There's nothing to be afraid of. I promise that I will not let
the horny scoundrel loose upon your charming nook until you give full
consent."
Marion continued to weep. Then, half-audibly, she blurted out her
confession. "Oh, Herbert, I do want it — the very touch of it sets me on
fire. But you were so rough when you put it in there. It wasn't at all like
when you — when you put your—"
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He could not hear the rest, but he guessed her meaning. "I understand,
darling," he said. "And you want me to repeat that delicate caress?
Well, I'm not against such a proposal. In fact, it gives me great pleasure
to titillate your rosy little button with my lips. But you must realize
that such a procedure only makes more ravenous the appetite of that
monster which you have now leashed in your pretty little fingers.
Unless you are willing to reciprocate as you did before, I am afraid that
my kissing the adorable little nest will ruin my good intentions."
Marion did not answer — with words. He felt her grip tighten on his
raging tool as with a little cry she slipped from his arms. Before he
knew what had happened, she had thrown back the covers, bringing
the object into full view, as well as their nude bodies, and, reversing her
position with one quick whirling motion, she had sheathed his giant
pole in her flaming lips. Nor did Herbert have to reach for his share of
this feast. Yoking his neck with her shapely thighs, she thrust her silt
squarely against his mouth, and his tongue darted forth to give it
greeting. Mouth to sex, the two figures writhed on the bed in a jumble
of arms and legs. Gone now from Marion's mind was all restraint, all
shame. As the stiffened organ responded to her lewd ministrations, she
thought of nothing but of drawing forth its liquid, of feeling the hot
gush flow into her eager throat.
Thus they spent the remainder of the day, Marion exhibiting a
nymphomaniacal greed that would scarcely allow Herbert time to rest
between bouts. Her face was flushed with unsatiated passion, and even
as they ate the meal that had been ordered at Herbert's insistence, the
corrupted Marion toyed with the thing that gave her such pleasure.
She talked in a gabble of obscene, senseless endearments, as though
she confused everything with the act she came to regard as the
culmination of ardor. Three times during the afternoon, she repeated it,
and, when at last Herbert's staff failed to respond to her darting
tongue, he began to fear that Marion had gone insane from lust.
He sought to distract her from this relentless pursuit by a joking
reference to her capacity for enjoyment. "Really, my dear Marion, I'm
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afraid that one man is not enough for you. Surely, if your attachment
for this new-found delicacy continues at this rate, I'll be too weak to
move. Why, look what you've done to my poor prick." He glanced
ruefully at the now shrunken organ, lying flaccidly against his leg.
"Why, it is utterly exhausted. I venture that nothing could bring it to
attention for at least twenty-fours hours — not even if a lovely young
virgin were to walk into the room and place herself at my disposal."
Herbert's words were by no means as casually impromptu as they
sounded. Within his mind there had been for some time the desire to
be a witness to Marion's participation in carnal pleasure with another
man, remembering Harry Hamilton's strange delight in watching him
as he plunged with incestuous rapture atop the body of his sister. He
had dismissed the first feeling of horror he had had concerning
amiable cuckoldry, and for some time he speculated upon the chances
of persuading Marion to give herself to another man in his presence.
Marion, too, had found herself entertaining similar thoughts. With her
husband's once rigid tool shrunk to flabby impotence, her mind had
once again begun to see visions of Stan Cochrane's muscular body, and
all the unsatisfied longing she had experienced during that night
when Stan, with his peculiar moral code, had refused to take her
virginity, now returned. Cannily, she now saw a chance to bring up a
subject that she hoped would win approval from Herbert.
"How about Mildred?" she asked boldly. "Do you think that Mildred's
lovely nakedness would arouse that shriveled thing?"
"Perhaps so," Herbert said, his interest aroused by the idea. "But surely
Stan would object. And how about Mildred? I have heard that for all
her flirting around — her kissing other men and even letting them
gaze upon her charms — that she is as faithful as any man could
demand. I doubt very much, therefore, if she would be amenable to
such a proposal. Besides," he added, watching her covertly, "what
would you think of such a thing? Would you share your husband with
a woman — with your sister?"
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"If it would make you happy, darling, I would not object. I think I
would enjoy a chance to revenge myself upon Stan by aiding in a
scheme to persuade Mildred to unfaithfulness. After all, he is to blame
for the state you see me in. Before I met him, I was a pure and unsullied
young girl. It was his continual goading and persuasion that has
brought me to this state."
"And what about your own passion?" Herbert asked. Secretly, his mind
was jubilant at the evident willingness Marion had shown thus far.
"Would you perhaps seek similar enjoyment with Stan? Is that it? Do
you not think that, in fairness to Stan, he should be allowed to have his
way with you? That is, if I take his wife, should he not be permitted to
have mine in exchange?"
Marion's heart leaped at the thought, but she managed to remain
casual in manner as she answered: "That depends entirely upon you
and Stan, dear."
"Very well, then," he replied. "I shall have Mildred for a night, and you
shall have Stan. Shall we return to the Dunes, or shall we telephone
them and ask them to come here — for a celebration of our marriage?"
"I think that would be best for them to come here," Marion replied.
"You know, there are so many people continually dropping in at their
place, we might be discovered. I'll call Mildred at once."
Eager with anticipation of the denouement of this strange pact, Marion
picked up the telephone from the bedside table, and after giving
instructions to the operator for the long-distance call, she waited with
unconcealed impatience for the connection to be made.
In a few minutes, Marion was speaking to Mildred, telling her to come
with Stan up to the city at once. She refused to discuss details or answer
Mildred's puzzled inquiry, saying only that she and Herbert planned to
celebrate and that Mildred and Stan must come.
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Herbert's body tingled with renewed desire as he heard that Mildred
had accepted the invitation. When Marion returned the telephone to
the table, he took her in his arms and squeezed her lovingly. "Ah, my
darling, I'm happy to see that, despite your upbringing, you've quickly
adapted yourself to the pleasures of sex. There is nothing, after all, in
our plan that is loathsome. Variety is the spice of life and I'm sure that
many marriages that go on the rocks because of infidelity would turn
out to be ideal relationships if the husbands and wives would enter
into such agreements as ours. For while I love you very much, and am
greatly excited by your charms, still I am not immune to a temporary
longing to enjoy another woman. And if I do it, why shouldn't you?
After all, a woman has the same right to a change as has a man."
So, lying in restful ease, they planned a suitable reception for their
coming guests.
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In less than two hours there was a knock at the door. Marion had told
Mildred that they were to come directly to the room, and had given
her the number. And, although this had in some way aroused Mildred's
curiosity, neither she nor Stan were prepared for what awaited them.
Entering the room as the door swung open, their first sight was of
Herbert lying naked on the bed, with not even a towel to hide his now
erect weapon.
"What the hell, Allison!" Stan said in surprise. "Isn't this rather an
unconventional way to greet your sister-in-law and her husband?" He
stared at the reclining figure, too dumbfounded to move from his
tracks. Then he was caught about the neck by a pair of soft feminine
arms, and one of his hands, raised involuntarily, felt itself in contact
with a plump and wonderfully molded female breast. Looking down at
his captor, he beheld Marion, similarly bare of clothing, her belly and
thighs pressed tightly against his own. "What is this?" he gasped. "Am
I crazy or are you people crazy?"
Still holding to him, Marion answered, "What? Have you forgotten
your boast, made only night before last, that you would give me a good
dose of that elixir of yours the first chance you had after my
marriage?"
Stan glanced uncertainly toward the grinning Herbert, who still lay on
the bed, his pole rearing, as he watched the proceedings. Stan could
think of nothing to say.
"It's all right, Cochrane," Herbert reassured him. "It's a mutual
agreement. Marion told me that you had promised to assist me in my
marital duties, and I thought it an excellent idea. In fact, it seemed such
an excellent idea that I thought perhaps we could work out an
arrangement whereby we could each help the other." He glanced
meaningfully at Mildred, who, like Stan, stood rooted to the floor, but
focusing her gaze upon that prominently displayed instrument rather
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than upon the fair pirate who held her husband in such lascivious
embrace.
As the full import of this amazing plan became clear to the newly
arrived couple, they looked questioningly at each other.
Stan spoke first. "Why, it is a mad thing — it's barbaric!" he stammered,
his attempt to put up a protective front considerably bungled
inasmuch as his arms held such an intoxicating burden.
Mildred showed little disposition to agree with Stan. The sight of
Herbert's formidable sex had roused her to the utmost, and she had no
idea of refusing such an opportunity. "This is a poor time to become the
outraged husband, Stan. You know that you're dying to have a piece of
Marion — in fact, you have already had intimacies with her, with me
looking on. What's the harm of it so long as we are all here together?
I've never denied you a new piece for a change, so why should you
adopt a holier-than-thou attitude?"
Stan heard the words with elation. He was not averse to the scheme at
all, but he had been afraid that Mildred would refuse. Now, seeing her
willingness, he swooped the naked Marion into his arms and carried
her to the hitherto unoccupied twin bed. Depositing her there, he
began tearing off his clothes.
Mildred, with a frenzied laugh, cried, "I'll beat you to it!" and with one
movement slipped her dress over her head, leaving her entirely nude
except for a pair of lace panties, stockings, and shoes. In one jump, she
was on the other bed with Herbert, and he, trembling with excitement,
pulled her down on him, his free hand ripping off the panties to expose
her beautiful curved buttocks.
Mildred pressed her belly against the throbbing giant, feeling a
million separate thrills racing against her body at the touch. "Oh,
Herbert, what a lucky girl Marion is! It's so big! Stan's is capable
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enough, but this thing is huge! It's enough to split a girl open — how
did you even get it in her anyway?"
"I think that is the basic reason for your receiving this invitation,"
Herbert said, laughing. "It happens to be a little too large for an
unbroken young woman. In fact, it hurt Marion's darling little cunny
very much — so much, to tell the truth, that I thought I had best let
Stan limber it up with his somewhat smaller dong before I attempted it
again."
This was, of course, a remark intended to arouse Stan's jealousy, but if
he heard it, he paid no heed. Already Marion's, legs were spread wide,
exposing her furry nest to his ardent embraces. Stan's tool, less club like
than Herbert's, was nevertheless of adequate dimensions to give any
normally proportioned receptacle a tight fit, and Marion held it
joyously in her fingers as her partner bent to that tidbit he enjoyed so
much. But the feel of the sleek serpent gave her such anticipatory
thrills that the gentler pleasure, exciting as it was, did not suffice. So,
pulling her greedy lips from their feast, she begged him to try the
orthodox way.
With a glance at the already writhing figures on the opposite bed,
Stan lay himself between Marion's open thighs, bringing his heaving
tool against the curly nest of hair rimming the moistened slit.
Spreading its lips, he inserted the tip into that delicious cavern, and, as
they both uttered little cries of pleasure, slipped it gently home.
Marion groaned in delight as she felt the rod gliding in. Herbert was
right, she thought, even if he had been joking. Stan's tool was much
more suitable for a tight entrance than was that gigantic thing with
which Herbert had almost torn her open. Grasping his buttocks to gain
the last fraction of an inch, Marion tossed her body upward to meet
each thrust of the charger. Their lips glued together, she licked madly
with her tongue as he had taught her to do that day on the beach.
Unmindful of the fact that Herbert, despite his perch atop the lustful
Mildred, let his eyes wander to watch her at intervals, Marion
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squirmed and pitched beneath her mount until at last, with a luxurious
sigh of fulfillment, she reached the climax. Stan outlasted her but one
thrust, for the next instant, she felt the inundation within her crevice as
the dam burst.
They lay, temporarily exhausted, unmoving save for the several
involuntary quiverings that came as an aftermath to the furious ride.
After an interval of several minutes, Marion was reminded of the fact
that here was still another ring in this lewd circus, and, turning her
head, she saw that Mildred and Herbert were still at it. Herbert's face
was flushed, his lips were taut, and it was in other ways evident that he
was having difficulty in unburdening himself.
Although Mildred was doing her utmost, with wild wigglings of her
delicious bottom, and although Herbert was excited almost beyond
endurance, he could not reach a climax. The several attacks he had
suffered that morning from the insatiable Marion had completely
exhausted his seminal glands, and the result was that, although
Mildred had spent three times under the ministrations of that gallant
and willing organ which plowed her burning crevice, poor Herbert
could arrive at no such blissful destination. Still he lunged and pitched,
unwilling to cry, "Enough!"
Marion, inexperienced though she was, guessed the trouble, and with
one leap, she was to the rescue. Crouching on the bed behind the two
pairs of gyrating buttocks, she bent her face and lips to that spot where
the frenzied bodies were coupled. Tugging at Herbert's thighs, she
pulled him upward far enough to break this lubricious connection,
and, although Mildred protested at this unwelcome intrusion, Marion
paid no heed.
Herbert, catching the meaning of Marion's movements, turned halfway
on his side to give the new attacker more room in which to work.
Without further ceremony, Marion took the sturdy prong, still humid
from the anointing it had received from the passionate Mildred, and,
with dexterous movements of her pointed tongue, labored to bring
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from it one more gust of dew. The experiment was not without success,
for soon Herbert began to breathe fast and then he cried, "Oh, baby,
that's bringing it!"
Hearing this, Mildred leaned forward and began pushing Marion in an
attempt to recapture the tidbit for herself, but Marion was not so easily
disposed of. She clung doggedly to the now thoroughly revived stem,
thrusting it all the way back in her throat.
"Oh, you pig!" cried Mildred. "Very well, then, if I can't have it all, I'll
have something better."
So saying, she squirmed from under Herbert and, pushing him flat on
his back, bestrode his chest in such a manner that her steaming nest
was immediately against his face. Herbert, not one to scorn such an
invitation, soon was giving her what she desired, and with evident
satisfaction.
At this juncture, Stan stirred himself and, seeing that he was being
deprived of his share of the feast, arose and joined the others.
"What's going on here?" he cried in mock anger. "Do you love birds
think that I am out of the running? If you do, look at this." Mildred
alone of the three could "look" without interfering with her pleasure,
and she did. What she saw made her cry out with delight.
"Get up here, pet," she said, "where I can attend to mother's little lamb!
Mamma will kiss it and make it sleep."
Stan did not need to be invited twice, and half-standing, he leaned
down to bring his steel-hard engine in range of the already gaping
lips. Mildred, driven to ecstatic distraction by the snake-like invader
between her thighs, closed her mouth upon the ruby tipped
protuberance. The four bodies squirmed in obscene enjoyment until,
one by one, with but an instant between sighs of bliss, they reached the
end.
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