“He would whisper things to me in the intervals of his embraces-things which he enjoyed saying, and which I liked to hear after the first shock of his words was over. He would tell me, for instance, that he intended to clothe my bare feet and naked legs with stockings woven of his kisses and knitted upon me with his tongue. And I was thrilled with shame and a queer sort of horrified pleasure to these sensuous words.”
“Christopher announced… that was his name,” went on Rose murmuringly, “That he meant, too, to weave a chemise on my body with his lips and tongue… that he would have to be especially careful over my sensitive breasts-and lower down. His fantasies were extraordinary-as you can see-yet he never attempted indecorous caresses on any part of my body which was clothed.”
“He told me that he would make me drawers of kisses — that his tongue would measure and cut that intimate garment upon my body. He said that they must fit very snugly in the crotch-so that I would be conscious of their pressure there always. And by this time I had come to enjoy his caresses and even to revel ashamedly in his licentious talk.
“He was so happy one evening when I wore a dress which allowed him to kiss my armpits-which he found unshaven. He kissed and licked and nibbled there… and I blushed red, but by this time had no thought of repulsing him.”
“I had one or two slightly decollete dresses, for I was now seventeen. In my bedroom-flushed at the thought of what I was deliberately doing-I increased the decollete of each. Thus I offered him all the upper part of my bosom to kiss and… to lick. And it so happened one evening that his caressing lips bared the upper slope of one of my breasts.”
“Which one?” asked Freeman softly… and he then squeezed gently but excitingly one lovely mound after the other.
“This o-one,” faltered Rose. “No, that one… I think — I can't be sure! Ohh! If you caress them like that- how can I be sure of anything… I don't believe I can go on-”
“You will go on-because I tell you to…” he insisted, snuggling into the palm of his hand a taut nipple which seemed to be trying to pierce through the thin silk.
“Well… he kissed my breast-where it was denuded. And I shivered a little but did not resist. I felt the tip of his tongue there-ohh! heavens… it seems a small thing now in recounting-but it thrilled me terribly then.”
“His head drew back a trifle, and I knew by this time he would go no further than the position of my dress made permissible. I hesitated-and then-overcome by my desire for further petting… I buried my head on his shoulder and drew down the borders of my gown and my chemise an inch or two lower on that same breast His eyes-and his mouth-could devour the tender mound almost to the aureole, and he took torrid advantage of the opportunity.”
“As I held the fabrics up slightly to permit of the soft kisses and lickings which made me quiver, I knew that he could see the pouting nipple itself, and his tongue thrust down so eagerly that he contrived to touch the sensitive tip-shaking me to the core with the delightful sensation, so that I panted frantically-and half-involuntarily I bared the entire breast to his eyes.”
“The sight served to make him beside himself with joy. Before I could become conscious of what I had done and cover the tender mound, his ardent mouth was in possession of it. And the sensations which he caused me deprived me of any desire to repair my immodesty.
“His lips, his mouth, his tongue, all took their toll of my already well-developed breast. And I had only muffled and hall-hearted murmurs to oppose him when he drew the warm pink little nipple entirely between his lips. Ohh! God! How warm he made the passionate virgin I then was!”
Chapter IV
“You're a darling,” stated Francis Freeman huskily. “And I think it makes you equally passionate now to recall all these things… and tell me about all of them!”
“Well… I have other things-to make me feel the way that you say I do,” she murmured softly. “For you are not being… very decorous now, are you?”
“I'm being very happy, at least!” he stated… and the smile which accompanied his words sent a little thrill through her, so that she stared up at him wonderingly and a responsive smile hovered on her pretty face.
She forgot for an instant that she was horrified and indignant at this man. She forgot that because she was for the time being dependent upon his favor if she were to escape ruin, he had not scrupled to compel her to play on his senses by her story of her secret life. She had become a teller of lewd and intimate personal experiences in order to please him, yet despite this she almost liked the man.
She refused to admit the real reason for her regard- which was that he had, with an imperiousness which did thrill her deeply, reawakened within her that sexual ardor which had been rigidly repressed in her lovely body for so many years. And mingled with the intense shame of being forced to do his will with regard to telling her story, and accept such sensual and intimate caresses as he pleased to give her, was an inner glow of intense and voluptuous pleasure in her sharp humiliation.
Freeman buried his lips in her warm, soft neck… and he distinctly felt her tremble as he did so. “Co on with your story, my dear Rose,” he murmured. “Your future husband then showed he could suck as well as lick?”
“He sucked my maiden nipples…” she whispered- almost as if in soft complaint. “And I think that at this point the modest and retiring virgin really awakened. And she never really went to sleep again, I am afraid.”
“I quivered and sighed as he drew gently on my bare breast. Reckless of what he might think of me, I bared to him my other breast also. And I sat there… naked from the waist up-beside him on the sofa. He stared at me in utter and speechless disbelief… incredulous that the shy maiden could actually have been led to display her lovely body thus. Then he caught me to him, and his lips took possession of my tender mounds which had never before experienced a male touch of any kind.”
“And now I am afraid that, in order to continue to be truthful as well as frank with you, I shall have to now portray myself in a new and not very seemly light. For the shock to my sensibilities of having actually shown to my fiance the whole of my torso quite naked seemed to mingle with the progressive agitation which I was deriving from his very strange caresses and serve to bring my own youthful desires to the surface-and cause them to blaze forth in quite unwonted style.”
“And thereafter, Mr. Freeman, I fear I was in some sense the temptress and the 'teaser' when alone with Christopher. The sucking and the lickings applied to my already well grown breasts had thrilled me to the core, and since it was my own self exposure which had brought this about, I was tempted to continue the process and seek new thrills.”
“With this notion fermenting in my mind I advanced from boldness to audacity in his regard. A curling leg thrust up under me served to draw my skirt upward and disclose some inches of bare thigh. I myself pretended not to notice this display of nudity-but my fiance did- and at once claimed the privileges which he had already taken with other parts of my youthful body.”
“I murmured in shame-and that shame was in some ways real… and I expostulated softly and plaintively — and that expostulation was not real at all. For I was enamoured from the first by his hot kisses on the nudity I had then exposed, and soon ceased to make any further plea for forbearance. And with careless fingers I twitched from time to time at the silk of my skirt, and thus afforded the excited Christopher fresh fields to conquer.”
“I was wearing short wide-legged drawers… reaching not more than half way down my thighs. And Christopher's lips attained the lace edging of this garment upon the exposed leg. He glanced up at me-as if dimly aware that it was by my compliance that so much of my soft flesh was at his disposal.”