“Enduring it-” I say, but actually I was vibrant from head to toes under the ineffable rapture which his tongue was provoking within me! I was, indeed, on the verge of spending… for now he had brought his hands into play — and parting the lips of my slit with his fingers, he had thrust down with me as far as his stiffened tongue could reach…”
“Even though I was thus released from the arms which had bound me, I seemed unable to move a muscle to escape this glorious persecution. But suddenly, as Lester's tongue ceased to seek the hot depths of my cunt and dwelt instinctively instead upon the tip of my throbbing clitoris I realized that in another instant I should be spending helplessly into the mouth of my adoring son.”
“With an effort that rent me through and through, I forced my hips away from that lascivious caress-though only a few inches. Convulsive jerkings had seized my muscles-my body seemed no longer my own. I gasped in delirious agony and tangled my fingers in the boy's mop of curling hair, clutching the dear head to me in frantic passion.”
“His tongue darted at me in a final thrust-my cunt gaped open to receive it-and my hips jerked to and fro as I spent in a torrent that flooded his caressing tongue — and creamed over his lips and down his chin!”
“Astonished though he was at this sudden culmination to our embrace, Lester seemed instinctively to know how to receive it, for he swallowed frantically and passed his hot tongue deep into my quivering cunt so as to suck forth any lingering drops of my love-dew.”
“I felt as though his caressing mouth was drawing down my life itself from my quivering loins-my thighs and legs gave way under me-and I sank in a crumpled heap of naked femininity on the floor beside him-clutching his dear body fiercely to me and covering him all over with devouring kisses.”
“There, Mr. Freeman, is the true story of how my darling Lester seduced his foolish mother… and sucked her off… are you satisfied now-and will you-let me go… please?”
Chapter V
A profound silence ensued which neither of them seemed inclined to break, and finally Rose swallowed hard and made another effort to move her captor to pity.
“How I could ever have brought myself to speak to you of such dreadful things-so intimate-I cannot understand…”
Yet even as she spoke she understood too well the fatal compulsion under which she had practically prostituted her most secret memories to the lecherous curiosity of this man. A woman of gentle breeding, she had every reason to be afraid-shamed and apprehensive-at which she had done. For not only had she pandered to his sensuality in ways that seemed to her almost incredible- but she had thereby given him a greater hold over her than ever.
Still on his lap-reclining now on his muscular body- and submitting to his embrace-she trembled at the very thought of what she had done, and what she was submitting to. Here she was-on this man's lap… literally afraid to insist on being released lest he should feel offended-allowing her thighs and breasts to be stroked and pressed as he pleased-and with her sex still palpitant from his masculine grasp and quick exploration.
What was this man to her now-this man, who, seeming to be deep in thought, yet detained her in his grasp like a plaything, and was fondling her person with no apparent concern as to whether she desired his caresses or not And who was quite aware that she was vibrating beneath his touch although she realized his cool assumption that he could do as he wished with her person, without regard to her own wishes.
And what was he pondering so deeply? She felt excluded from his thoughts-an added humiliation, since when he did not deign to speak she must sit there and be his toy.
Twice she tried nervously to rise-and each time she sank back upon his knees with a stifled cry of confusion and shame and with her cheeks burning hotly. For he grasped her promptly on each occasion-with one hand between her legs in front-and the other sinking into the yielding flesh of her plump bottom-so that he could casually force her back onto his lap like a child.
And even the manner in which he seemed to try to soothe her as she lay back in his arms was additionally mortifying. For if he was aware that she was a creature possessing a free will of her own-and entitled at least to be given some choice before being petted or embraced — he showed no realization of the knowledge.
Over her warm and thinly clad body his hand wandered at will-smoothing abstractedly her flanks and belly, her legs and bosom. Occasionally he laid parted lips to where a tiny, stiff nipple protruded through the silk at her soft breast-and she shrank and gasped as his breath seemed to burn her taut nipples through their covering.
He was still thinking-still removed from her-and she was still something which must not complain-when he commenced to caress the soft curves of her legs.
Rose stifled a tremulous little cry in his coat collar as his fingers proceeded almost mechanically beneath her silk skirt. Then, with a slowness which aggravated her agitation intensely-with a methodical advance which left her scarlet and breathless, and gave her the sensation of a schoolgirl being 'felt up' for the first time-those searching fingers crept upward from her knee.
To the fraction of an inch she could have told at each instant how near they were to her naked skin. And-the crowning source of an ineffable agitation — she was as truly helpless as a child to resist his invasion. He could do with her as he pleased-treat her as a girlish novice who must afford pasturage on her inexperienced body to his fingers-crumple and handle her charms just as he liked-and she could do nothing to protect the sanctity of her lovely person.
Since confessions from her seemed to be the order of the day. Rose admitted dazedly to herself that this awful treatment to which she was being subjected abounded for her in a series of new and shattering thrills-In the bonds of her nervous shame she clenched her fingers into fists and now she crowded one of them to her mouth to stifle any exclamation which might betray the true state of her hotly inflamed senses.
Yet she jumped and whimpered softly-almost like a child-as that broad palm and searching fingers slipped up from stocking to bare skin. Freeman paid no attention to her faint outcry, for he was fingering lasciviously the satin softness of her lovely thigh.
His hand moved-sometimes upward, causing Rose to sigh and hold her breath at its dangerous proximity to a very delicate and most ineffectively protected region- and sometimes across and around the lovely and naked column of flesh, fondling and subtly caressing it.
Then his fingers passed to the other leg-and there too they stroked and petted, squeezing the soft flesh gently both outside and inside the tender thighs.
Never before had the handsome and healthily passionate Rose Bolton known just this mixture of horrid dread and sensuous anticipation. That the male who held her would spare her the most intimate caresses she had no real belief-and yet she trembled with shame and fear of the instant to come-and then when it came she felt as if she could have reached out her naked sex to him to take and to possess-if that sex had been extendable.
She was in flames-yet smitten with dismay that all her dreams of freedom from masculine desires for the rest of her life should seem to be crashing down about her very bewildered head.
Strangely, she had not thought of the instant when she might be compelled to the final surrender of her body — that she might have to become his mistress in this queer captivity in which she had been entangled by her financial necessities.
It was sufficient for her present degradation and shame — which mystifying appeared to only heighten her erotic excitement-that she must lie here like this… and be “felt all over.”