There are two stories that comprise this book. The first, The Good Samaritan, is a curious tale, unique in many ways in the field of 'classical' erotica. It is set in the twentieth century, is well-structured in many ways, curiously plotted, and sometimes unevenly written. But even so, there is a charming naivet� about it that makes it more than worthwhile reading. The character of Mary Carteret is rather fully drawn, especially in the beginning. She is obviously a modest, chaste married woman, and there is no suggestion that behind her respectable facade lurks any kind of hidden lasciviousness. This latter quality is often found in females populating underground books, but not so here.
Mary's concern with the exposure she makes of her body is genuine, and it is with the utmost reluctance that she relinquishes herself to the ministrations of the 'doctor.' Her gradual surrender to the sexual advances of this man, and to the excitement of being kissed to climax by her son, reveal the struggle she goes through in an effort to reconcile her desire with what she has been taught is proper behavior for a woman in her position. The absent husband is suggested as the reason, but he is less a reason than an excuse, and we must never forget for a moment that Mary's struggle with herself is real.
But, upon the return of her husband who watches his wife engaged in an adulterous and incestuous relationship simultaneously, the credibility of the reader is strained more than somewhat. He fucks his sister-in-law while voyeuristically watching the scene developing on the bed, and at the moment of climax bursts through the door under the force of his exploding passion. Now here is a scene! Wife and son and lover fucking on the bed, while husband and sister-in-law sprawl on the floor in the throes of climax. But they are not dismayed none of them. In fact, it takes them only a moment to get together, and for the five of them to get together on the bed. The orgies they engage in must have buggered the imagination of the writer, for the story comes to an end here.
The second book included here is called Paris Youths, and the title is somewhat misleading, in that none of the stories are set in Paris. They are about youths, however. The original of this book was a tiny little volume, badly printed and in places nearly illegible (as the editor and compositor both will readily attest), on the poorest kind of paper, and generally looking quite disreputable. I read it with interest (and eye-strain) with an eye to future publication. It was only after I had finished it and had thought about it for several days that I realized it should not be judged by its outward appearance. It was not a book executed on the same level as its physical appearance. It was a rather well-written story, and was probably picked up by an unscrupulous printer and 'knocked off' in the edition I had obtained.
One thing was obvious right from the start. It was an English, rather than a French work. Dating it would be difficult, but the two selections contained in it seem to come from two different periods. The first I believe is the earlier, possibly as early as the late nineteenth century, while the second suggests an origin in the twentieth century. This second tale, the story of the castaways recounting their amorous adventures, immediately suggests the many times such a device has been used by master story-tellers in the past to add a note of unity to an otherwise unconnected series of tales. Chaucer and Boccaccio are merely two of the best known. But our author here does not rise to either. His execution in spots leaves much to be desired at least in the original. And with an apologetic nod in the direction of the collectors of erotica who prefer not to have the 'purity' of the text tampered with, I must say that certain liberties were taken with these stories.
This editing was not done with an eye merely to impose my own notions on an otherwise acceptable text. The typesetting blunders were responsible for the many incoherencies in the book, and it was absolutely necessary to produce a story that made sense, that was readable, and that still retained the flavor of the original.
The extent to which I have succeeded in this is moot, but still, presenting these stories to the American public for the first time is a distinct pleasure.
Dale Koby, A.B., M.A. Atlanta, Georgia January
CHAPTER ONE
Mrs. Mary Carteret was lying face downward in her bed. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say abdomen downward, for her face was turned sideways upon the fluffy pillow and her dark brown, heavy hair, fluffier even than the pillow, framed her features attractively. It was a winsome face of delicate modeling, rather than a strictly beautiful one, which she had turned toward the door of her chamber as if awaiting half-apprehensively, half-eagerly the entrance of an expected caller. The cheeks were just a trifle lacking in color to attain the exacting standards of beauty. In fact she was quite pale and the expression of the fine dark eyes and the drooping curves of the pink lips seemed to indicate a strain undergone and a half-sleepless night.
It was past ten o'clock in the morning, two full hours later than her customary time for being up and about seeing after her small household. This of itself was extraordinary in a young woman of such exemplary and methodical habits and to her son Hugh, who sat on the bedside in silent anxiety, it was nothing short of epoch-making. He could not recall ever having seen his mother in the role of an invalid before and the little fellow was frankly worried despite the assurance that it was "Nothing to fret about, darling just a bit of a cut."
But the little circles beneath her eyes, her posture upon her stomach so carefully maintained, the sigh and grimace of pain that accompanied even the slight movement she made in order to give the lad his good morning kiss all combined to make him feel that this was nothing short of a tragedy. He had gotten his own breakfast that morning -for their maid was away taking care of a sick mother and his father was off on a fortnight's trip. Now he had compiled what he thought would pass for a cup of chocolate and brought toast with it to his mother's bedside.
She had managed without too much pain to rise to her elbows without otherwise altering her prone posture. But it had proven almost impossible for her to nibble and sip at the refreshments unaided in this position, and, as she was determined to partake of the light breakfast, inasmuch as Hugh had prepared it for her with such pride in proving himself useful in an emergency, she had allowed him to feed her spoonfuls of chocolate and morsels of the buttered toast.
Sitting beside her pillow for the purpose, he had carefully attended to his task, alternating the bits of crisp toast with the liquid in trips from the little tray to the lips which Mary Carteret held level by throwing her head back as she rested upon her elbows. The boy had grown suddenly almost completely silent and his mother saw that his dark, well-bronzed face was more flushed than usual.
"Now Hugh, dear, there isn't the least cause for you to worry about that wound of mine," she said again, attributing these symptoms to his affectionate anxiety in her behalf. "It's simply a flesh wound and the doctor said all it required was attention for a very few days. Naturally it is painful, but Dr. Clark is going to bring a balsam or lotion this morning which will help it to heal rapidly."
As she lifted her eyes to Hugh's face in addressing him, his own eyes lifted, and to her surprise, were turned aside instead of meeting her own frankly as usual. There seemed an odd, furtive, ashamed gleam in his dark pupils.
"I'm glad, Mother," he said. "But I hate to see you suffering this way. You'll let me wait on you and attend you all I can, won't you? You'll not send for Aunt Irma or anybody else? I can do everything that is necessary, I'm sure. We can have meals sent up from the restaurant downstairs. It will be fun."
Still his eyes were turned from hers, almost as if he were seeking her from reading something which might be legible in their depths. As he reached forth another spoon of the chocolate for her absorption and she turned from her glance to look downward, opening her lips for the beverage, it seemed to her that, from the corner of her eye, she caught his gaze return to her face and then, as the spoon connected safely with her mouth, sink downward from her features. His hand appeared to tremble slightly and his flush increased.
Now her own gaze sank, followed the course of his, and an answering flush arose in her cheeks. She had not until that instant observed that her position half lifted upon her elbows had resulted in certain exposures of her person to which Hugh had not been accustomed since he had been weaned. The loose bosom of her sleeveless nightgown had fallen far away from her chest, and all the treasures of her maternal torso were visible to her young son's eyes, as far downward as the waist in front. At the age of fourteen, Hugh was seeing, for the first time in his life, just how a woman looked naked from the navel upward. To him it was a glorious spectacle. Vaguely he felt ashamed that he should find it so hard to tear his eyes from those sweet, projecting, white hills of flesh, with such dainty, pale pink circles and tiny coral tips at their peak. He knew that he should not peer at these lovely things so unconsciously exposed--especially because they were those of his own mother. But maybe he could steal just one more peek without her finding out she was uncovered in front. It might be his last and only chance in all this world.
Oh, how pretty they were those bare, beautiful, round risings! Suddenly he longed vehemently to kiss them. He made up his mind that some day when his courage was at its highest he would beg the privilege. But no that would never do. She would be horrified.
Suddenly, even while he was breaking a bit of toast from a slice, and at the same time feasting his eyes on his mother's naked bosom and on what he could see of the snowy plain of her belly beyond, her fingers flew to plaster the renegade fabric of her nightdress close to her neck.
"Oh, Hugh," she gasped, her pale face pinkened by her embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell me I was so uncovered?"
But as she noted her young son's flushed embarrassment, while his eyes met hers at last, she added gently:
"Why, you mustn't feel badly about it, dear. It was my fault -my own carelessness. There's no harm done. I know you were afraid of hurting my feelings if you spoke of my disarray."
She was convinced at the moment of the truth of her diagnosis. She had no idea whatever that this juvenile, brown-skinned child of hers, with his curly chestnut hair and his big dark eyes, could have gazed upon her flesh with anything akin to lust. That would have been inconceivable to her. But her pity was for him, rather than for herself. He had been so carefully reared with regard to the little decencies of life that it must seem almost a catastrophe to him that he had caught his mother thus carelessly arrayed. The episode could do no real harm, and the less said about it the better. But the thought of that little gleam she thought she had detected in Hugh's eye returned to plague her a trifle.
Her light repast was over by this time and the boy removed the tray upon which he had brought it. The doctor was to come at half-past ten, and it was nearly that now. Still in that odd posture upon her stomach, she awaited him. And now the eagerness in her face dominated the apprehension, for her wound was beginning to ache dully and she hoped he would be able to relieve the pain when he came.
She had minimized the injury when she had called it "just a bit of a cut." It was really quite a deep cut but so located by a fortunate chance that the only real danger lay in possible infection of the tissues. Its depth was perhaps a full two inches or more. And if the blade which had applied it had penetrated to that distance into her soft and shapely person anywhere else than the region which it had chosen, the outcome might well have been serious. It is with reluctance that we become more explicit. The attractive young matron had been wounded in a most peculiar manner in the plump mountain of her right buttock. It was, indeed, at the instant upon which we are dwelling, enveloped in bandages so thick that their copious bulk lifted the bed-clothing at that point quite formidably.
The accident had occurred the previous afternoon. While Hugh was still in school, she had suddenly wearied of the cozy but pent little apartment, and decided to go for a stroll on the Palisades, which loomed so seductively in the sunlight just across the broad Hudson from her window. She had never been there in the course of the family's short stay in New York, but she knew that some blocks further to the north at a Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street there was a ferry to the Jersey shore. Thither she went and in due course of time found herself upon a street car which crawled up steep winding inclines toward the wider scenery above.
Leaving the trolley car, she bent her steps toward the woodland which she soon reached. Fond as she was of nature untrammeled, she found even the deserted road too much of a memento of civilization. So she clambered up a bank and entered the forest itself.
Here were great trees and a carpet of moss or of leaves strewn there the previous autumn and a refreshing coolness and a shade from the blazing sun. Happily she wandered until she came to a grassy glade beside a little pool formed by the efforts of a bustling brook to evade an obstacle to its course. This was evidently on Saturdays and Sundays a favored spot for picnics, for emptied beer cans and charred wood marred a corner of the clearing. However, it was pretty there, despite the previous presence of vandals, and she was tired. She determined to rest a while, for Hugh would not be due to return from school for another two hours. So she sank upon the green, thick grass beneath a silver birch.
If what goes up must come down, what goes down has often been known to come up even faster. This was the case with the unfortunate pedestrian whom we are accompanying. With a sharp cry of pain and fright she bounded to her feet. She caught at the rear of her light muslin skirt and, craning her neck, saw that the rusty handle of somebody's forgotten jackknife protruded hanging from the rent fabric. It was not only hanging from the fabric it was hanging from her wounded flesh. She started to withdraw it. With another cry of pain she renounced her effort, for the vicious looking weapon was so deeply imbedded that its slightest movement hurt her body.
She heard a crackling sound and hurried footsteps as a man hastened into the glade. Frightened at first by the sound of twigs breaking beneath his robust boots for she had not seen anybody in all the course of her wanderings in the woods she breathed a sigh of relief as she noted that this was a man of the most obvious respectability. He was perhaps forty-two or forty-three years of age and was clad as only those men whose tailors still have pride in their workmanship can be clad. His face was smooth and rosy and his heavy, iron gray hair, and bushy brows also frosted with gray, aided in giving him an ensemble which aroused trust in the heart of a woman, who at the moment sorely needed some one she could trust.
"Oh, I've stabbed myself," she cried, unable in her pain and fright to wait for any formalities. "I've sat upon some kind of a knife which was lying open on the grass. I'm afraid it's in pretty deep. It hurts terribly and I can't get it out."
There were tears in the dark eyes which she turned in appealing helplessness upon the newcomer.
"Take hold of the handle to steady it," bade the man with a brusque efficiency that inspired confidence and that made her thankful. "Quiet, now. It's probably nothing of any seriousness. Let me lay you on your face on this grass. It will not hurt as badly as if you moved your muscles yourself. I'll get it out for you immediately. Luckily I have a vial of good germicide in my pocket"
Even while he spoke he grasped her in strong arms and deposited her on the turf. Overjoyed at finding succor sent, she was convinced, from heaven, she mastered her tears and little moans of pain, and lay there awaiting the withdrawal of the blade with clenched teeth. Only the handle and perhaps half an inch of the blade of the knife protruded from the rent in the gauzy skirt. The man at once took hold of the handle and began gingerly to lift the fabric over the weapon. He reached beneath the skirt to grasp the knife and hold it immovable while he lifted the pierced garment up and off from it.
Even amid her pain, her anxiety about infection and her relief at this presence of this God-sent man who evidently knew what to do, Mary Carteret quivered a bit in shame as she felt that masculine hand upon her bare thigh as it passed beneath her skirt to grasp the knife. She was in no state physically or mentally to repine at what she knew was necessary. But, as her husband had often assured her, she had a supply of modesty in a bodily way that would have sufficed for a dozen of her sex.
"And maidens, all of 'em, Mary," was the finale of Frank Carteret's amused judgment.
She fathomed the idea of the man who had come to her rescue. He wished to detach the skirt entirely from the knife so that he could more carefully and less painfully remove the blade than would be possible by wrenching it out without being able to see just how it was imbedded. She knew that in another moment the skirt would be upraised and her person would be revealed more thoroughly to this strange man's gaze than it had ever been to any man's eyes save those of her husband. And that in her predicament she could still find cause for trepidation and dismay over what to the next thousand women in her plight would have been esteemed as of no importance whatever relatively speaking, leads one to agree with Professor Frank Carteret, that she was not exactly what might be termed brazen.
The man had bared his arm in order to work more steadily and with a minimum of danger of being impeded in a delicate task. Consequently as he drew the pierced fabric of the skirt upward like a little tent and off over the handle of the knife which he grasped with his other hand beneath her garments, it was his naked arm which lay along her equally nude thigh in a guise which was almost a caress. To the nervously-wrought woman this was added cause for agitation.
But if her Good Samaritan noticed this increased discomposure on the part of his patient and attributed it to its real cause instead of her painful plight, he took no visible note of the matter. His arm did not stir -although it might well have done so without interfering with what he was trying to do from its couch of warm, silken, yielding flesh. It seemed even to press more firmly down. And even a casual observer looking at his not unhandsome face which poor Mary could not at the instant do would probably have detected a light in his eye which was far from heavenly, despite his errand of heavenly mercy.
Now, still holding with his right hand the upright knife so that it would not fall to one side and enhance his patient's torment, he lifted the white muslin skirt with one single rapid movement to the prone woman's hips in the rear. He saw the color flood the nape of her neck and the curve of the one cheek which was visible to him, and he knew that her mind was visualizing the picture she was presenting against her will to this masculine stranger. In very truth her confusion added to the vein of pleasure which was intruding now quite prominently into his occupation of the Red Cross variety. He enjoyed now the view of those beautifully molded and snowy thighs completely bared even more than he had tingled to the touch of those fine columns upon his arm earlier.
But still there remained a most modern and enticing under-garment to be attended to. For Mary, in spite of being in some ways just a trifle old-fashioned, had been sufficiently amenable to her husband's liking for pretty under things upon her immaculately white body to adopt for her own use the most dainty of stepins and of combinations, gauzy, transparent and tempting to the eye of the male in this case only Henry, be assured to whom she consented to expose herself thus clad. On this hot day it was simply the filmiest of combinations which she wore a creation of pale lavender through which her alabaster skin gleamed most enticingly. Long ago she had eschewed bloomers, knickerbockers et al, agreeing with her spouse that they were not alone unpleasant to the eye, but that in the summer time they were nothing short of silly.
She felt now a hand fumbling for the mysterious mode of attachment which prevented her combination from fluttering like a brief chemise about her hips. But the hand seemed in no doubt whatever as to where it would find the hook or button or whatever it might be which was entrusted with the task of causing the front and rear tails of the garment to act in the capacity of a very brief pair of drawers. Those male fingers slipped directly between her legs. Horribly she felt the confusion caused by the rummaging in regions of her body so delicate and covered only by a spider's web of a layer of fragile tissue. She thrust down a hand to attend herself to the task, although even the slight muscular motion needed for this purpose caused fresh pain to shoot through the mangled flesh of her right buttock where the blade was imbedded. She knew, although her whirling brain refused to become reconciled to the fact that her posterior must be bared to the eyes of this stranger. She was thankful in a confused way that since it must be so, it was a kind and elderly one who was to see her thus indecently denuded in what to her was a shameful part of her person. But, oh if he would only let her undo that button herself. It seemed as if his fingertips were right on the most secret part of her flesh in the warm nudity of her crotch.
Her down-thrust fingers met only the back of his groping hand. They failed to dislodge it. If he observed her feeble attempts to come to his rescue at all, he paid not the least attention to it. His fingers had found the little pearl button by this time. Resolutely they drew it from its fastening. And the feeble moan that he caught from the prostrate woman's lips as he deftly lifted the delicate web from her buttocks, after carefully drawing it over the vertical knife, was not due to pain this time but to burning shame.
Still his left hand held the weapon carefully stalled in the tender flesh which it had penetrated. And to his credit be it recorded that he did not pause to scan the sight which would under other conditions have been maddening to him that of this wonderfully rounded and symmetrical pair of feminine rearward cheeks. Instead, with only the merest glance at all this glowing pink-and-white nakedness, he set to work to dislodge the cruel blade from its sheath of soft tissue.
It was a clean cut and had as yet bled comparatively little. Apparently the open knife had been resting against the turf of grass or a twig in such a position that the blade had slanted upward at about an angle of sixty degrees. The tip had entered the woman's flesh just at the edge of the crevice between her buttocks and almost at the very bottom of the valley right by the end of the spinal column. It had carved straight into the soft flesh of the right cheek from the inner toward the outer curve of the hillock. Here again the victim had been fortunate. For if this penetration of something over two inches had been straight inwards from the point of penetration, instead of angling off toward the right, very serious damage would have been done.
Now for the first time since he had set about his operation, the stranger spoke. There was something fatherly and reassuring in his tones as well as his words.
"Now you just keep on being a brave little woman for a few instants longer," he said, "and we'll have this thing out of there. The blade doesn't seem to be as rusty as I feared, and I think there is very little to worry about on the score of infection. It will hurt a bit but you've proved your courage. Cry all you like, though. It won't bother me and it may be a trifle easier for you to stand it."
Very slowly he withdrew the steel a fraction of an inch at a time. Mary ground her teeth and suffered almost in silence with nothing more heart-rending in the way of laments than a groan or two and a single suppressed wail as the final bit of the blade emerged. Now blood came plentifully. But no vein had been pierced, and after the man had tamped the wound for some minutes with a large clean handkerchief the flow subsided sufficiently so that he could dress the injury as well as the crude material at hand allowed.
He produced now the vial of which he had spoken earlier. And now he drew from his patient not only cries but copious tears and a sob or two. For, bound to do the job as thoroughly as he could, he wet another handkerchief in the pool and, opening the cut as far as he could, he washed it carefully and then dropped within its gaping borders drop after drop of the disinfectant in the vial. It felt to poor Mary as if her wounded flesh were literally on fire. Gone now were all her resolutions of fortitude. Fled was her determination to show this rescuer that she could endure calmly whatever pain he found it necessary to cause her in attending to her injury. She wept like a child and trembled and writhed, so that he placed one palm on the bare small of her back and bore down firmly with the other on her unwounded buttock to keep her in place.
"Now, now, lassie," he soothed, as if speaking to a small girl. And for the time being that is what this nerve-wracked woman of thirty-two really was in everything except stature and years. But she grew calmer under his touch and his words. She did not even consider for the time being that his fingers pressed her naked loins and bottom. But as the torturing pain from the germicide died away she stirred uneasily and lifted her fine head with its tumbled dark hair and its pale cheeks, to look backward at him. It seemed as if the fingers upon her buttock clawed the yielding flesh and moved about on it and his other hand seemed to be smoothing and patting her smooth bare back.
She managed to control her shaking voice to say: "There isn't the slightest use in my trying to thank you, sir. I couldn't if I lived to be a million, give you any idea of my gratitude. But I do so hope you will consent to come to my home and let my husband reinforce my feeble attempts to express our joint sentiments of thankfulness."
The ministering angel smiled unobserved. He found it oddly humorous and in an odd way almost pitiful that this injured woman, who found herself lying naked before him with his hands upon her person, should be speaking to him of a husband and of the husband's gratitude. It was as if she wished to let him know by indirection that, although she was at the instant merely a bared female body beneath his eyes, yet she was a married woman and as such to be respected. He murmured some deprecatory words in response to her husky protestations of gratitude.
"Are you through dressing the wound, sir?" she inquired, careful not to offend him by a suggestion that he might be leaving her thus unclad longer than was necessary. "If you are, i can relieve you of any further trouble by fixing my clothing myself. i suppose the skirt is cut so badly that I'll look a perfect fright on the way home," she added with a naive touch of femininity.
"i can't turn you over to your own resources, you know," observed the stranger. "i shall take you to the nearest taxicab station just above the Fort Lee Ferry House, and then we shall take a cab to your house. You'll find when you try to walk that that cut of yours will feel like a volcano and all the rest of your muscles there-abouts will feel like a boil. But before we start I'm going to do up this cut with these two handkerchiefs tied together. We must keep the air from the wound for a few days."
Submissive to this new dictum, Mary sank her head upon her arms again and awaited this final stage of her treatment. The man fastened the long handkerchiefs into a single strand. He moistened the center of one of the linen strips with some of the disinfectant. Then, to the entire horror of the poor, distracted woman, she felt him once more fumbling with his fingers in the interval between her thighs and those thighs were this time completely naked. She raised a flushed face and peered over her shoulder at him.
"Oh, please " she murmured uneasily, almost hysterically, "What--what ? "
Her invaded crotch closed upon the ten fingers which had gathered there in the effort to place the moistened spot of the handkerchief upon her wound. Then, as she grew conscious that she was merely intensifying the pressure of those male digits upon her delicate exterior organs and that she was hampering him also in what he was trying to do and thereby prolonging the period of these indecent contacts, she parted her legs suddenly.
Her benefactor heard her gasps, felt her shiver with passion to these intimate touches against which she was so helpless. He read her mind like an open book. He smiled as he bent low on his hands and knees over her straddled thighs and, in a sudden abandon of all decorum of which she was happily unconscious, for her head had again fallen upon her hands, he calmly peered at the faintly protruding pink lips of a now clearly visible sexual crevice and also at another opening of her body, a tiny puckered one this time and lodged very close to the mouth of the wound made by the knife. As he spoke his lips were so near to all the privacies of the unhappy woman's lovely body that he feared she might feel upon her very cunt the warmth of his breath.
"You will have to bear with me, madam," he said with a dignity of tone and words that was belied by his gleaming eyes fixed on the pouting lips of her pussy. "It is essential that this cut should be bound for your trip home; and as, unhappily, neither your own physician nor your husband is here to attend to it for you, why you will have to suffer me . "
The half-distracted Mrs. Carteret caught at a word to save her from discomfiture of the bitterest kind.
"You say 'your own physician'. Are you too a doctor, then?"
If there was hesitation in the face of the man who was binding the bandage about her wounded buttock, it did not manifest itself in his words when they came.
"Why, I forgot to mention that," said he. "You must forgive me. Both of us were so agitated about your cut that we neglected introductions. Dr. Peter Clark, at your service."
There was a relief that was almost happiness in the voice of the woman.
"Oh, I'm so glad so glad!" she cried. Then in a lower tone, "I am Mrs. Mary Carteret, My husband is an instructor at Columbia University."
The man knew well what it was that she was so glad about. It was not that she had mistrusted the manner in which he attended to her wounds, nor his skill and deftness. It was simply that it was a glowing relief to her to find that after all she had not been forced to expose herself thus humiliatingly to merely a chance passer among men, but that it was a physician, one accustomed and privileged to see even women naked, at least when the need arose, who had thus scanned and handled her. Now, although she knew full well that he could see her wee sexual crevice and even her anal aperture, and though, as he drew that bandage over her hips from the wound at her crotch, she could feel his fingers in frequent contact with the lips of her slit, she felt that the lifelong blush which had bade fair to accompany her recollections of this episode would be banished in great part by her knowledge of his identity.
It was in a state of disarray as great as her own that the man completed his dressing of her cut. Her disarray was simply of attire and of nerves; but his disarray was of his unruly passions. It had been a strain, he admitted silently to himself. If they had been in genuine wilds, instead of only thirty or forty yards in a straight line, as he knew, from a much traveled road, he doubted whether he would have been able to refrain from spreading this woman out as flat on her back as she had been most of the time upon her face, and plunging into her body the rampant prick which was aching for relief within his breeches. He thought her body glorious. He could not recall being so excited by female nakedness at any previous time in his life. He could not have her now. He realized that. But he was unwilling to lose sight of her for good. Perhaps a patient campaign who knew?
And so, when his rather primitive bandaging had been finished and he had assisted her to rise, letting her garments shroud her body once more, he was delighted by her words.
"Dr. Clark," she said as, leaning upon him, she managed to walk rather painfully toward the road, "my husband and I have been in this city of New York only a few weeks, and we have as yet no family physician. If you practice on the Manhattan shore of this river, I wish, if you are not too busy, you would add us to your roll of patients. My own case, for instance since you think I shall need care for a few days I would, of course, rather have you look after me than any other physician."
"I think I can manage it, Mrs. Carteret," he replied. "And I should naturally like to see this injury of yours well disposed of before abandoning it. For two or three days, at least, it will need care and observation."
And when, just as Hugh, who had returned from school, was beginning to get anxious about his mother, Dr. Clark brought her home in a taxicab. The physician's final words were a promise to call at ten-thirty on the following day.
CHAPTER TWO
Nellie, the youthful maidservant of the family, had, before being summoned by telephone to her mother's bedside in Peekskill, a small town up the river, put Mrs. Carteret to bed and put a fresh dressing on her wound after laving it. Then she had wrapped voluminous bandages of linen about the injured spot.
But almost all night long Mary had been kept awake, partly by the shattered state of her nerves and partly because of pain in the deep cut which she had sustained. Worried lest the ache and burning sensation presaged such inflammation as might mean blood poisoning, she managed, nevertheless, to keep a stiff upper lip before Hugh, not wishing to worry her small son if it could be avoided.
But she was now impatient to have expert eyes and expert attention upon that wounded buttock. So great was her anxiety, in fact, that her aversion to being exposed in the central regions of her body once more to this man, who had twenty-four hours earlier been an utter stranger, was almost swallowed up in her earnest desire to be assured that the wound was healing healthy.
Still, as Hugh now introduced her acquaintance of yesterday into the room where she was in bed, her pallor disappeared and her cheeks were suffused with pink. She had been peculiarly favored in the way of robust health and until this accident had befallen her, it had never been her fate to undergo physical examination from a physician.
Such had been her confusion and distress at the experience in the forest that in such hours as had been given to a restless and broken sleep during the night, she had dreamed again and again of the eyes of the man scanning her nudity and of his hands freely searching and fingering her person.
She summoned, however, a smile and a word of greeting for the stalwart, gray-haired man, as he came briskly into the room. Sitting by the bedside he took her pulse, while putting questions to her concerning symptoms, state of her nerves and appetite all the staple rigmarole in such cases.
As Dr. Clark had taken the position by her bedside right beside the pillow and was therefore located, as Hugh had been earlier, in such a place as would enable aim to look straight down the bosom of her nightgown, if perchance it should fall away from her chest, she was cautiously holding it tightly against her person as she rested upon her elbows to chat with the man. But suddenly, to her surprise and dismay, he deliberately and quite calmly thrust his right hand into the neck of the garment, pushing her hands to one side in order to effect an entrance.
In her agitation and inexperience in such matters, she instinctively grasped at his wrist. Then, realizing that he meant to test the action of her heart, she stammered a low word of apology and closed her eyes.
Just why she was impelled to let her lids fall over her dark eyes, she hardly knew. Possibly it was because she preferred not to see the gaze of the man fixed upon her rosy, blushing face and watching the effect produced upon her by his fingers surmounting her naked bust on the way to the regions where the heart was thumping away so hard that it seemed to her that he could hear it from where he sat.
Perhaps she feared that the tremor which overran her as she felt the bare wrist of the doctor rubbing against her left nipple while his fingertips played upon the skin just beneath the breast, would be translated into some
The Good Samaritan sort of emotion legible to the man in the pupils of her eyes. In any event, the nipple arose stiffly beneath the contact and thereby increased her mortification, for she knew that the man could not fail to feel its tiny erection against his skin and realize the cause thereof. She wondered why it was necessary for his wrist to rub so gently but so assiduously against the tip of her breast. It agitated her tremendously because, as she told herself, she was already very nervous. An audible sigh broke from her lips.
The man heard the little sigh. He noted the closed eyes. He read the state of Mary Carteret better, much better, than did the woman herself. His eyes lighted in a way that would have surprised her if she had been glancing at him. Slowly he withdrew the exasperating fingers. He was asking her now about her sleep of the previous night as she faltered out low answers, his hand paused in its outward trip as if he was so interested in what she had to say, that for the moment he had forgotten all about that hand and its whereabouts.
But he had not forgotten it and he knew perfectly well where it was. It lay full upon the round, firm, velvet rising of Mary Carteret's left breast, a place where it hadn't the least business in the world to be. The fingers were outspread in the form of a basket and all the soft, warm hemisphere was held therein. Against his palm was the pressure of that erect nipple. Reluctantly he lifted his happy fingers from their lodging. As he drew them from the neck of the garment, satisfying himself by a quick glance that Mrs. Carteret's eyes were still closed, he deftly drew the fabric away from her chest until it dropped far out, and his gaze devoured for some seconds both the snowy hemispheres of her bosom and a goodly portion of the naked belly beyond them.
As her lids fluttered as if about to rise, he let go the border of her nightgown and arose to his feet.
"The heart action and the pulse are about normal, Mrs. Carteret," he said. "I think your general health is so good that your system shouldn't have much difficulty in casting off the effects of this little calamity of a wound. I'll take a look at it now and see what condition it is in. The pain which annoyed you during the night may not be an ominous symptom at all. There would be more or less inflammation in any case, even if the healing were beginning quite properly."
He turned to Hugh, who had been sitting in a distant chair observing with wide eyes that the doctor seemed to have one hand buried in the regions where he himself had found his eyes so happy to travel an hour earlier. His mind strayed to the possibility of his being a doctor when he grew up. He decided to speak to his parents about it without telling just what had impelled him to express the desire.
"Will you kindly get me some fresh linen suitable for bandages, laddie?" he said. "And a bowl of warm water and the softest wash cloth you can find."
Speedily the boy fulfilled the request. He hated to be even for a minute absent from this chamber, where his mother was in bed in night apparel and where a man whom he had never seen before was authorized to run his hands about on her body. An odd sort of jealousy afflicted him. He was her own son but he couldn't do these things. He wouldn't dare even attempt them. He wondered just how those lovely little hills which he had seen upon her chest, felt to the man's hand when, as he had seen, his fingers were groping about among them.
He returned with the articles demanded. Eagerly he looked as he entered the door to see whether the doctor was delving again into the depths of his mother's light garb. His quick eyes had caught the movement by which Dr. Clark had deliberately given his glances freedom of access to the snowy nudities which he himself had seen that day for the first time, and had found so entrancing. Despite the little pang he did not recognize it as jealousy which he had felt, he found himself almost desiring to find the man taking more of such liberties of sight and touch. Perhaps if he were very still and they should forget about his presence, he would be able to catch a glance himself at some part of his mother's body, heretofore unseen. Since she must perforce let a physician do as he liked in such matters, why should she mind terribly if her own boy should have a crumb from the banquet enjoyed by this man?
The astute and experienced Clark caught the eager glance as Hugh reentered. He found the lad's open and ingenuous countenance not difficult to read. Indeed, he counted his innate skill in reading faces and discerning therein the attributes as well as the emotions of their possessors a most valuable asset in his career which was not, by the way, that of a physician, but one which brought him a weekly income much greater than the average yearly stipend of medical practitioners. The time and attention which he was devoting to this, his first case and probably his last, would have profited him to the extent of thousands of dollars, if applied in familiar channels; but he grudged neither in the slightest. He was utterly intent upon his present whim. And the element of danger of scandal in case he were recognized before he could indulge his odd caprice and disappear forever from the eyes of this fine, trustful woman that risk he was willing to run.
He noted readily that Hugh's young, budding senses were troubled by what he had seen of the manipulations of his mother's person by a strange man. He realized now although he had not done so at the time that the lad had seen him not only plunge his fingers into the depths of the nightdress but peer at her nudity almost as far down as the region where lay the delicate beauties amid which he had pawed on the previous afternoon.
He took his stand by the bedside opposite the hips of his patient.
"Well, we'll have to attend to this right away," he said, glancing at his watch. "I have another important call to make before luncheon."
He had but it was in the inner offices of the most powerful financiers in the land to attend a conference for which he had sailed from the Maine coast in his powerful and fleet steam yacht which now lay anchored in the Hudson not far from the point where he had first met Mary Carteret.
As her face drooped from her supporting hands upon the pillow, he cast the bed clothing to the foot. The woman stirred in perturbation and embarrassment. She glanced around and saw her son standing open-mouthed and open-eyed beside the man.
"You'd better run along, Hugh," she said. "Dr. Clark has to attend to mother's injury now, and he doesn't want any small boys around."
Her nightdress was somewhat tucked up at the bottom. One charming, rounded calf was exposed in all its lily whiteness, and several inches of the corresponding thigh were visible. Her slim, white feet with their pink heels lay nestling side by side. Clark noted with a sidelong glance the fervid interest of his young companion in these tidbits of maternal nudity. He saw the crestfallen expression that appeared upon the browned, healthy face with its tan overshot with a flush.
"Why, it's rather important to have Hugh with us, if you don't mind," he said. "You see it will be necessary for a day or two to have this cut dressed every few hours. As you tell me that your husband and your maid are both absent, that duty would seem to devolve upon your little son. I want him to see how it is done so that he can attend to it properly. It's fortunate it is Saturday, with no school to interfere with his duties as nurse. By Monday I have no doubt that the wound will have so far healed that no such attention will be needed."
The argument appeared unanswerable. Mary saw no alternative. She could not get a nurse to come in just for the purpose mentioned, even if the family budget allowed of such extravagance, which, at present, it did not. It had been with difficulty that her husband, a rising chemist, had gotten together sufficient funds for his current trip to Pittsburgh and other points whither he was going in order to call to the attention of the steel magnates an innovation which he had evolved in his laboratory for the hardening of steel without rendering it brittle. His hopes for the future of his family, as well as himself, were largely bound up with the result of his expedition among the capitalists in the industry.
And so she realized that it must be as her physician had said. Her face fell again upon the pillow. She murmured words which the man caught with difficulty.
"Well, I as you say, Doctor but Hugh is he's pretty big for this, isn't he?"
The man's face brightened with a glow of satisfaction. He was in his element. Such a drama as he had dreamed of but never seen, bade fare to work out under his eyes and with his hand directing the puppets. In each of these fine creatures, the refined mother as well as the sturdy son, he had had the opportunity of observing symptoms of sensuality subdued and carefully restrained in the former case, and just budding in the latter which it might be his privilege to nurture into a wonderful experience for his own senses.
He glanced down again at the eager face of the boy. He read there intense desire that he might be permitted to remain to see what was going to occur and then if only the physician's will should prevail and he should be allowed to attend to his helpless mother's wound what vistas opened before him! There was a mute plea in his eyes that the man should insist should demolish with a word the low-voiced plea of his mother, that he was "too big" to serve as her nurse.
As for the third the prostrate actor in the scene, she was well aware that her feeble expostulation could carry no weight. The procedure suggested by the doctor was the only feasible one. Now she found herself regretting that she had always so carefully protected all of her person against even casual, chance exposures to her little son's eyes. It wasn't really anything terrible, she sought to assure herself, that a mere child like hers should look upon the flesh of his mother; especially for purposes of administering to its welfare but it was a formidable thing now just because she had always avoided such an incident. It was the very fact that Hugh was entirely unaccustomed to seeing more than perhaps her arms and shoulders bare that would make it seem to him a momentous affair to see her liberally exposed, and then it would seem confusing to both of them.
She once again recalled remarks of her husband drawn by amusement as he saw how carefully she ducked from the eyes of their small son, upon such occasions as he bade fair to catch her summarily attired.
"You've seen plenty of him when he was a bit smaller," he observed. "Turn about is fair play. First thing you know you'll get it into his head that a kneecap or a bit of bare leg is a forbidden thing when it belongs to you and then you'll find Master Hugh squinting for them all the time. That is the way of boys and of girls, too, I guess. It's not necessarily a vicious instinct."
And then he had murmured something about the Oedipus vein in humanity which she had not clearly comprehended. Something about a son marrying his mother a thought she found incomprehensible, for marriage meant that the couple would fuck. And a s must never, never fuck his mother! Must he?
But now the physician was demolishing her little plea a big fear, really. Could she resist her son?
"Pretty big?" he said. "I don't just grasp your idea, Mrs. Carteret. He is just big enough to look after his mother when she's in trouble aren't you, Hugh? I don't suppose you'd prefer that I should ask the policeman on this beat to drop in every four hours or so and cleanse your wound and put on fresh bandages?"
Mary Carteret gave a sigh of acquiescence as to what was to come. She pressed herself flatter down upon the sheet and put all of her face except the shapely little nose into the depths of the pillow. She had found it trying to lie thus with, as she knew, one leg bared above the knee, before the eyes of the man and the boy, clad only in the nightie. She had been glad to reflect that at least it was not one of the diaphanous gowns which her husband preferred to see her in and a few of which she had purchased to please him.
But as now she felt the fingers of Dr. Clark tug the lower hem of the garment slowly upward, she realized how little the thickness or the thinness of the nightdress was going to matter. Stripped of all its trappings of a wounded woman being attended by her physician, the episode was simply that a strange man was about to strip her practically naked wholly so, for all she knew
under the eyes of her son. And all the calm remarks of Dr. Clark could not make the scene anything else to her shaking nerves. She glued her crimson face to the shrouding pillow.
She could feel the lower border of her single garment creep gradually over the skin of her thighs. Why, oh why, did the man proceed so slowly with what was to her an ordeal? Now all the columns of her legs from the tips of her toes to the summits of her thighs lay naked. In the midst of her burning confusion she had a sudden peculiar wish, whose source she would have been at a loss to tell, that she could see in the eyes of the man the impression produced upon him by the scene-and that she could look also into Hugh's pupils while thus his mother's body was slowly denuded before him.
And now the covering was lifted clear to the small of her back. One round cheek of her rump was bare, while the other, the injured one, was bound thickly about with layer after layer of linen placed there by the hands of the maid on the previous night. Dr. Clark observed that the dark eyes of the lad at his side were fixed intently upon the smooth, snowy hillock which lay naked.
The man bent down and began to seek out and deftly unfasten the safety pins which had been placed here and there to secure the cloths in place. Then he began to unroll the layers of linen.
And now Hugh was interested in this part of the scene as well as in the long, lovely naked legs and the nude left buttock. He wanted not only to see the injury which his mother had received, but he was eager to get the full effect of her bare behind when it was all uncovered, instead of only a single cushion of it.
He watched keenly while the man took off two long strips of linen which had been inserted between the legs and then bound upward around Mary's right hip to hold them in place. To get at these pieces of cloth and unwrap them it was necessary for him to part his patient's closed thighs considerably and also to lift the right one from the bed.
And the strong masculine hands dwelt thus with her body, the woman could distinctly hear in the stillness the rather stentorian breathing of Hugh as he followed with the eyes of a hawk, each step in the operation.
The bandages fell. Mrs. Carteret's backside was stripped of all covering save a wee bit of muslin placed directly on the spot where the blade had penetrated the flesh. With a soft bit of cloth and warm water, Clark dabbed at this muslin until it slipped from the wound to which it had become adhered.
"Aha, that's fine," cried the man. "It's starting in to heal already and quite healthily. See, Hugh. The cut has a clean pink tinge at its edges instead of the angry looking red which would appear there in case of suppuration. You will be able to look after your mother perfectly well if she's going to be so excellent a patient, as seems probable now. Now watch carefully everything I do so that you can repeat it this afternoon and again tonight before she goes to sleep. It is a simple precaution against possible infection, the peril of which is not yet entirely averted."
The cut, was as has been indicated, on the lower inside rim of Mary's right buttock. To get at it properly, it was necessary to part the two plump, soft cushions. This the man proceeded with great gusto to do.
"Hold mother's rear cheeks apart like this, Hugh," he said. "I need both my hands for laving and disinfecting her wound."
Mary Carteret trembled as she felt the small but sturdy hands of her son press apart the naked hillocks of her rump. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and that his face was bent close to the theatre of operations, she could tell by the warm breath which fanned her skin. In truth, as Clark, who was fussing around pretending to get ready for his task, but was in reality watching the actions of the boy, to whom he had brought this yearned for benizen of uncovered flesh, observed, the lad had pressed the white hills as far apart as he could get the elastic cheek-flesh to go and was peering with reddened cheeks at all the interior channel between them. With flashing but half-ashamed eyes he was gazing at the puckered tiny opening of his mother's ass. It seemed to fascinate him to produce in him the deepest, most profound reaction a boy could have. Clark looked briefly at the bulge in Hugh's pants, produced by his rampant cock, and nodded with satisfaction. His scheme was moving ahead admirably.
Mary half-raised her flaming face. Almost maddened with frightful shame, she realized that while she lay waiting the laving and dressing of her cut, her son was wrestling her buttocks far apart and was seeing everything between them. She screwed her legs together frantically lest he might glimpse also the coral portals through which he had made his entrance into this remarkable world her cunt.
The man saw that her unnerved state was such that an outbreak perhaps hysterics might be encountered at any moment. Quickly he took his post by Hugh's side and began to draw the bit of moistened cloth along the borders of the wound. He washed it carefully and then applied some of the germicide which chance had led him to place in his pocket the previous day, and which had so materially aided him in posing as a physician. Under the renewed sting of the solution, Mary moaned and subsided once more into her pillow.
"Now then for the fresh bandages," said the pseudo-physician cheerily. He placed a clean bit of muslin saturated with the fluid upon the mouth of the cut and over it he laid a long and narrow strip of linen torn from an old sheet.
With one hand he held an end of this right in Mrs. Carteret's crotch, separating her legs somewhat for the purpose. Recognizing his firm touch, the woman yielded for, oddly enough, it was her son's hands which she dreaded rather than those of this man who had already handled and observed her with such intimacy the preceding day.
Nevertheless it was both humiliating and distracting to endure what was going on. For the back of Clark's hand pressed directly on the lips of her chaste sex, as he held in his fingertips the end of the bandage. Oh, how many fearful things in ordinary conditions they would have been the direst insults it was necessary to endure just because of a miserable cut!
"Take the other end of this and draw it beneath your mother's thigh, clear up at the top, Hugh," directed Dr. Clark.
This simple command was attended with consequences of a nature requiring some attention. For the lad, grasping his mother's warm nude thigh clear at the top, lifted it from the bed somewhat with his left hand and, thrusting his other hand, which held the bandage, underneath the elevated limb, found his fingers at once in contact with something most surprising, bewildering and fascinating. It was a grove of soft curls; as silken and fine to the touch as if they had been transplanted thither from tin masses of dark hair that crowned her graceful head. I
Promptly the happy but half-frightened lad betrayed his trust exactly as Clark had foreseen that he would. It was with morbid joy that Hugh found himself admitted to handle as well as see the lovely things that had always been kept a mystery to him the recesses! of his mother's fair body.
He realized that it was an emergency coupled with the influence of this strange doctor whom he revered! for it which had brought him this great treat. But he knew too that it was only with the greatest reluctance! he little knew how great that his mother permitted this, even though it seemed necessary.
Consequently he had intended to go through with his share of the task gravely and efficiently, that he might prove that they were not leaning upon a broken reed, but that he might be trusted to attend well to his duties toward his stricken mother, now and after the doctor had departed.
But this last entrancing novelty this luscious hail just above his mother's thighs distracted him so that letting go of the end of the cloth, he buried his fingers for some seconds in groping touches in all the bed of ringlets surrounding her cunt.
The fingers slipped downward. They penetrated between the plump thighs held apart by the hand of Clark at the rear. His fingers touched things softer than eiderdown. Their tips rested on what seemed to be tiny lips set between the legs. The lips parted slightly like a soft wee mouth. They were warm. They were moist. They were altogether lovely to the touch.
It was almost in a trance of mingled sensations of horror, shame and another sensation that Mary Carteret lay for these few seconds and felt her secret privacies subject to the curious and juvenile lustful touches of her son. It was not the horror nor the shame, but that third sensation that was responsible for her quietude while all her nerves seemed to shiver. For that small hand groping there, and her consciousness to whom that hand belonged, sent a veritable pang of passion through her almost naked body such a pang of fire as her husband's fingers toying there had never at any time aroused.
CHAPTER THREE
The woman's head was now lifted and with startled eyes she gazed over her nude shoulder, from which the loose gown had fallen away, at Clark and her absorbed son. She shivered from head to foot, and she was panting for the breath that had almost deserted her.
"Hugh oh, Hugh, my boy you mustn't oh, Dr. Clark, I I please . "
She seemed helplessly unable to stir or to make more emphatic her protest. He sensed her condition accurately. A healthy, full-blooded woman, still young, deprived probably for some years past by a husband, loving but buried in his laboratory, of such relief as her passions demanded, and who had herself thought those passions under absolute control if not dead.
Now the Oedipus complex was working as he had hoped and foreseen that it would. She had seen this fine young son of hers grow from boyhood to puberty, without ever a conscious thought that was other than maternally loving toward him. But all the time there was lurking there at the hidden depths of her being, that sub-conscious yearning that jealousy lest it might be some other female body than her own which should first have its sexual appeal to the boy.
Perhaps no other male fingers in the world could thus pasture themselves on her secret parts without arousing her to furies of genuine anger. But those fingers, though they shamed and abashed her, were as a match to the touch of her lust because they were the fingers of her son.
He sensed and sensed accurately more than this. He knew full well that his presence by her bed the fact that through her dark eyes glazed now with passion she could see him gazing down at Hugh's lewd attack upon her person was multiplying her anguished horror in the episode. Perhaps, too, without her knowledge, this witness to her shame and her horrid, abnormal half-yielding to temptation really enhanced her morbid enjoyment of what was occurring.
He thought it time to interfere before she could rally wits enough to repel the lad and perhaps put the quietus upon all his hopes. Mary had half turned upon her side, facing him in her agitation and now he could clearly see the fingers of the boy slipping downward and upward upon his mother's cleft. He caught the lad's hand gently in his own.
"It's like this, you see, Hugh, that we must bring the cloth about the top of the thigh. Then we will wind it about as many times as it will go and fasten it with safety pins. Now see if you can help me do it. This afternoon and tonight you will have it to do alone, you know."
The boy, whose face was ablaze and whose eyes were sparkling, reluctantly allowed his hand to be withdrawn from the warm recess where he had buried it. He knew that he had made a faux pas in letting himself be diverted by his curious ecstasy over his mother's nudity from the more serious business of the occasion.
He should, he felt, have waited until no witness was present until the later times when, it was promised, he should have the task of attending to that delicately placed wound. Then, since his mother had so patiently endured for some little time his researches upon her body just now, she would perhaps nave let him examine and touch as long as he pleased, since there would be no alien witness then. Possibly she would even have allowed him to indulge his dream of an hour earlier and kiss those lovely little hills beneath the bosom of her nightgown.
Rather sadly he held the end of the cloth while the man made efforts to wrap it properly about the thigh and over the swelling hip. Dr. Clark seemed to be curiously awkward about it now. His fingers were constantly catching in the borders of the gown heaped up on the loins of the prone patient.
Mary's face was again sunken not only upon her pillow but upon her white bare arms. Nothing could be seen of it save one pink, small ear. Now she gave a groan. The physician, catching his fingers in her nightdress, had wrenched the bandage so that it drew upon the bit of muslin upon the wound and caused a pang of pain.
"It's no use. That nightgown is in the way," Dr. Clark declared suddenly.
Calmly he stepped to the head of the bed. He bent and took in both hands the lower border of the nightgown. With one steady pull he hauled it up to the neck of the surprised Mary. Then, thrusting a hand beneath her bared belly, he hoisted all her torso sufficiently so that he could draw the garment over her head and off from her body.
Stark naked now, but still finding not a word of expostulation nor a movement of resistance against this imperious physician, who seemed to care not a whit for her motherly modesty and decency in the presence of her son, Mrs. Carteret sank forward again upon her stomach and buried her countenance in the friendly pillow.
The only cause for relief which she found in the situation was that the wound was in the back and so she was able to hide from those four eyes a thousand times as confusing, it seemed to her, as if either pair would have been alone all the front parts of her now utterly denuded person.
But now a firm, large hand passed beneath her abdomen once more.
"Sorry, Mrs. Carteret, but you'll have to roll upon your back. I find it impossible to get at this for a really proper dressing and bandaging in this position."
And, despite a feeble struggle that only increased the enjoyment of the scene and gave an added delight in what was to come to Hugh also, Mary was turned upon her back and yielded to this gray-haired "family physician" and to her eager, open-eyed boy, the vision of her fine, coral-tipped breasts, her broad white belly with its midget pink pit at the navel, her bush of almost coal black genital hair curling in a delightful triangle over the mons veneris and descending in a thicket of glossy tendrils which concealed for the time being the charms which lay between her closely pressed thighs.
"Ah, now," said Dr. Clark briskly and as calmly as if it were his daily experience to thus strip a mother naked under the blazing eyes of her son. "Now we can get at things properly. Your mother's legs must be held straight upward in the air, Hugh, and parted so that we can wind the bandage where it belongs. Do you think you can manage to hold them that way? This afternoon when you change the bandages you can rest her feet against the wall at the other side of the bed. It won't be as handy as with two of us working, but I think you can do it all right."
Mary was by this time in a stupor of shame. But she felt herself quite abandoned to whatever this man might decide upon. And now, when Hugh mounted the bed and, standing over her, lifted her feet by the slim bare ankles straight upward to their fullest reach and spread her legs apart in a wide angle, laying open all her crotch in the clear light, she made no effort whatever to resist.
CHAPTER FOUR
In truth Mary Carteret was in such a daze over the extraordinary things which were happening to her that she was quite incapable of moving a muscle or uttering a word. She was upon the verge of losing her consciousness. And now, when Hugh twisted her right leg in his eagerness to scan more clearly the grotto between her thighs, the still unbound wound upon the corresponding buttock felt a sudden pang that gave the finishing touch to her swimming faculties. Very quietly and peacefully she sank into a swoon.
It was Clark, who stood by the bedside gloatingly observant of the scene which he had brought about, who first noticed that the woman had fainted. Hastily he assured himself that it was only a light swoon from which she would emerge in the course of a brief period. But since her condition favored his projects, he made no effort to resuscitate her; that is to say, no such methods as those usually adopted in such a case were employed by the worthy practitioner.
"Your mother has fainted, Hugh," he said coolly. "It is nothing to worry about. I'll show you how to bring her back to consciousness. Lay her legs on the bed again."
The anxious boy, frightened at the pallor of the drooping woman, carefully deposited the small bare feet at the foot of the couch. Then he knelt upon the bed by the side of his unclad mother and turned suppliant eyes upon the man in whose ability to bring back conscious-life to the slumping figure he had every confidence.
"You see, laddie, what with her wound and her nervous condition, she has just gone into a light swoon. Not the least thing to fret over. Stimulation will have to be applied to her nerve centers. There are two places in particular to be treated these lovely breasts of hers and the parts here between her legs."
As he spoke the man laid a broad palm upon the beard of heavy dark hair at the base of his patient's belly. His fingers combed and clawed at the tendrils.
"You shall help me to restore her to her senses. She will be grateful to you when she recovers and she will not be a bit the worse for her little spell. She needs kisses soft, clinging ones on those white hills.
The Good Samaritan
Aren't they sweet, Hugh? And so firm and erect. No body would think that when you were a baby you had sucked your nutriment from these solid mounds of satin flesh, eh?"
And Dr. Clark handled with delighted gusto the soft resilient bust of Mary, while the lad looked on enviously He was in a hurry to get about the enjoyable task assigned him. It was just what he had dreamed of to be allowed to press his lips to this naked bosom. And now to find that the gratification would actually do his mother good and restore her to consciousness perhaps well it seemed too good to be true.
It gave him an odd feeling a sort of juvenile jealousy to see this stranger handling all these pretty things which the body of his mother abounded in. And yet, in a vague way, it pleased him to have the man's eyes and fingers pastured upon her white nudity. A though of his father flashed over him in this connection. Die father, he wondered, handle mother's body thus? And would he be very angry if he knew that this strange doctor, as well as he himself, were seeing her naked and petting her?
"Well, Hugh, now you may sprinkle kisses over both her breasts. Take little bits of the soft flesh between your lips and nibble it lightly. That's right. Now draw the bit of a nipple between your lips. Suck very softly and gently. Now harder...harder lick the soft rosy skin of the circle just around the nipple. Now kiss the other breast all over. Suck the nipple and lick it. See, she's stirring a little already. We'll soon have her out of this tiny swoon. The color is coming into her face."
The joy of Hugh as he followed happily the instructions of the man surmounted for the time being the anxiety which his mother's faintness had aroused in his bosom. How he gloated over the velvet heaps of curving, warm flesh which he was fondling! His tongue flew all over them as well as his lips. He noted as he bent to this task which caused wee flashes of heat to circulate through his veins, that Dr. Clark had spread his mother's legs well apart and had laid bare all the delicate regions where his own fingers had wandered earlier. The fingertips of the man were playing lightly about in the warm crotch. Now, ceasing his instructions to the lad, Clark bent his head and glued his mouth to the dainty lips of the woman's sex.
This remarkable duet continued for some time, with the alleged doctor sucking and licking the now pouting slit of Mary; while her son feasted his lips upon her round breasts. She stirred again under the influx of sensations imparted to her nerves by this double delight. Her eyelids quivered. The alert Clark noted this and realized that she was on the eve of becoming fully conscious. He wanted the program altered somewhat before she quite realized all that was going on. r
"Now, Hugh," he said, raising his head. "Your mother is just about ready to come out of her swoon. If you will just let your warm lips and your tongue play about down here between her legs for a couple of minutes, I think she'll be as fit as a fiddle. This is sort of an intimate place for kisses and I think she'd prefer that it was her son whom she found licking her between the legs, than a man whom she has known such a short time. Naturally it would embarrass her less. Just creep down here to her crotch and lay your lips right on these pretty pink ones. Aren't they sweet? Kiss her there lightly now harder. Now run your tongue lightly up and down along the crevice. Let it play there just as if it were a little plume and you were tickling her with it. Now take the lips of her slit in your fingers and part them gently. Run your tongue inside and lick every part of the passage you can reach with it. See if you can find with your tongue tip a kind of a little bud standing out here at the top of the entrance."
Dr. Clark, his face in a glow as he directed the shameful scene, bent and himself parted the borders of the woman's sex before the eyes of her small son. He touched with his forefinger the stiff little clitoris. A sigh came from the mouth of the now quivering Mary.
"There that's the spot," he said. "Hurry and you'll have her conscious again in a minute. Put your tongue on it and bore away at it with taps as hard as you can make them. Now let your tongue sweep back and forth across the stiff tiny tip. That's it."
Ardently Hugh, finding this new occupation very much to his taste, licked his mother's slit. She was now moaning faintly, but not with pain. As her lids slowly raised and she began to become conscious of a delicious sensation never known in the depths of her sex, Clark hastened to seize upon her breasts. Fingering one of them delicately, he bent his head and began to suck the rigid, carmine head of the other snowy hill.
And Mary Carteret awoke from her stupor only to plunge at once into a veritable frenzy of passion. She found herself fired with an almost unendurable lustful joy. Feasting lips between her legs and upon her sensitive nipples sent shivers of bliss throughout her being that gorged, crammed and choked her.
She was for the time being a madwoman. Her head rolled from side to side upon her pillow. Her dark eyes flared even through their glaze of passionate pleasure. Her breath was just a series of gusty, panting sobs. The snowy plain of her broad belly quivered. Regardless of pain in her sore buttock, upon whose surface just a bit of muslin now protected her wound, she heaved her bottom upward as if seeking to fix more firmly to her sex, the devouring mouth that lustfully fed upon it.
So turbulent were her emotions that as yet she had not any clear idea just what was transpiring. But she was in a state when nothing mattered nothing except the rapture which made every nerve in her body shiver and dance with joy. And so, when now she twisted her prone head and saw the sensual lips of Dr. Clark fastened upon her left breast and beyond him a boyish, dark head with its lips crushed between her legs, she was as incapable of protest as she was of any other reasoned speech.
She flung her head backward and threw a white round arm over her eyes. She knew she knew now. Hugh's lips were upon her cunt and his tongue within her body was driving her to a bliss that was heavenly.
The boy, too, was in a fury of happiness. How splendid it was to lick his mother in this hidden nook and to cause her what he realized was an ecstasy of pleasure! But she was conscious now. Perhaps it was his duty to stop applying this remedy which had proved so effectual. For a moment he ceased to let his tongue move against the tiny bud of her clitoris. He started to withdraw it from its sheath. The plump, nude arm which covered the burning face of Mary Carteret, was lifted. Her agitated whisper almost a croak arose.
"More, more keep on, Hugh don't stop darling!"
It was upon this mood this utter inability to control her lewd frenzy once it was aroused that Clark had counted in staging the diabolical scene. The fainting spell had materially assisted him in gaining his object. If it had not been for that he might have been forced to exercise much patience and ingenuity in achieving what he wanted. But from the moment when he had found his patient possessed of such a fine young son, evidently just arrived at the age of puberty, he had made up his mind to try to bring about abnormal, incestuous relations between them.
Many circumstances had conspired to make him consider this feasible. There had been the providential absence of the husband and father without which he himself would have been unable to pursue without grave peril the quest of the attractive prey found in the forest. There had been the ingenuous, trustful nature of the woman, who had taken him at his face value and had submitted like a veritable infant to what he had made her undergo in the guise of treatment upon their first meeting. There had been most important perhaps of all the fact that he had been able to perceive in the depths of this cultured woman's nature, lurking suppressed passions of whose existence she herself hadn't the slightest idea. And too, there had been to him, the obvious curiosities of the boy concerning his mother's body.
He had ceased his caresses upon the woman's bust. They were pleasant to both her and himself. But they were as nothing when compared to the devilish intensity of the sensations engendered by the lad's mouth to which he had so speedily taught to his young pupil to adapt his lips and tongue. And he wanted to see the climax of the scene from a point as near as possible.
So, as Hugh, catching his mother's urging words, put his tongue once more into the depths of her slit and renewed the soft tapping and licking of her clitoris, the man put his head beside that of the boy and gazed in delight at as much as he could see of the action. He perceived the pouting, moist lips of the woman's little crevice clinging about the intruding and busy tongue. He saw the tongue moving lustily in its bliss giving work. With his palms smoothing and feeling Mary Carteret's belly and her genital hair, he reveled in the spectacle which he had brought to pass.
But now the woman's breathing was becoming changed from soft sighs and wee moans into gasps that foretold the approach of her rapture. And suddenly she cried aloud and shook in all the violence of a spasm. Her arms were upflung above her head and in her dark eyes were two flames.
"Keep on licking but more gently very softly, Hugh," he whispered to the half-frightened boy, who surprised by this new development and by the moist secretion which bedewed his immersed tongue, would have ceased his task and withdrawn his. pink organ of speech from his mother's cunt. And while the boy obediently continued his occupation more and more lightly and slowly, and the woman, her tautened nerves and muscles relaxing, relapsed into a still, quivering heap with eyes closed, Clark went into a distant corner of the chamber and, unobserved by either of the figures upon the bed, he stripped his robust muscular body to the buff.
Clark had his plan as was common with this far-sighted person. He knew well that if the seas of passion which had swept over Mary Carteret had now subsided with the outburst of her semen, they would be right speedily revived by the continued soft licking which her genitals were yet receiving. He counted upon finding the healthy and sexually-starved woman once more in a state of uncontrollable desire within the course of the next few moments. He proposed to take advantage of the situation to make her unknown husband the possessor of a splendid pair of horns and that upon his own marital bed.
It was now or never, he felt. He had entered this desirable woman's life in the oddest way. He must soon pass out of it. But he proposed first to taste the joys which that fine, naked body of hers promised so bountifully. And when he went he would almost certainly leave her an amour with her adolescent son as a memento of their acquaintance.
With his line weapon standing forth in rigid posture from a forest of brown hair at the juncture of his sturdy thighs, he approached the couch. Hugh was still caressing his mother lingually between the legs. It seemed as if he would never tire of his occupation. But now, instead of being embedded in her body, his tongue was gently passing up and down along the outer lips of that dainty crevice. And the caress was evidently sufficiently potent over her now-calmer senses so that the latter still controlled her intellect and prevented her from realizing fully the horror of what had occurred and was occurring.
It seemed to Clark that her lust was kindling afresh, for her closed eyelids fluttered. Her breathing once again became stentorian. Her hands, lying by her sides, were doubling up into two pink fists and then slowly unclosing.
He tapped the kneeling boy on the shoulder. He whispered in his ear. After a start of amazement at the nudity of the doctor, Hugh listened carefully. He nodded. He would do as this man, who had opened a new world of happiness to him, dictated.
And opening her eyes as she felt the caresses between her legs cease, Mary beheld a startling sight. Over her naked form hovered another equally nude body. It was kneeling between her parted legs. Now it was settling down upon her and on her bare, heaving belly she felt the contact of a hirsute masculine stomach. And, from only a few inches away, the eyes of Dr. Clark flared into her own.
All her normal instincts revolted as she recovered reason enough to sense fairly the fate that was to come upon her. Her affection for her husband, her pride as a virtuous and hitherto impregnable wife, who until this day had kept her marital oaths rigidly, all her refinement and breeding uttered hot protest. But it was silent protest. What could she do? This man had done what he pleased, planned and executed what he pleased, seen what he pleased. He had looked on while incestuous and abnormal caresses had driven her into a state of yielding madness and frenzy. Nothing of her body had secrets for him. He had seen her spend as she had never spent before, with the lips of her son glued to her throbbing cunt.
And now he was lying upon her. Her belly quivered in response to the pressure of his own. Upon the still moist and hot lips of her slit she felt the tip of his great organ held there by his directing hand. He was going to take her nay he must take her.
Even as she trembled to the penetration of the tip of his shaft between the tightly clinging lips of her cunt, a thought flashed over her that made her give a feeble cry and try to dislodge the entering knob of flesh from her crotch. Where was Hugh? Was her son, who had that very hour through the ministry of this man been led to bestial but heavenly caresses upon his mother's body was Hugh still near by? Was he going to see his mother impaled by the cock of a man and that man not even his father but a stranger?
Her query was answered and her tiny struggles suppressed at that instant. For a naked boyish body cast itself across her own chest, intruding between the lifted bosom of her aggressor and her own breasts. And on her soft bust she felt a stiff young organ pressing. Hugh was returning to his first love. He longed to place not only his lips but that rigid thing at his crotch on the nude breasts which had so fascinated him when first he had seen them under her nightgown.
For a moment Mary struggled desperately to cast Hugh from her body. She knew it was hopeless, for the man evidently acquiesced in what was going on. He even bent his head and pressed kisses on the soft white behind of the boy as Hugh rubbed his small stiff prick on the yielding -flesh of his mother's breasts. And all the while his own great charger bored its way steadily inward between her legs.
"Oh, Hugh, go away," begged Mary in a pleading murmur. "It is terrible for you to see this happen to me and to lie upon me this way. You will hurt my breasts. And the pressure of both of you makes my sore place behind ache."
There was a wail in her voice, but it was more of horror as the full extent of her depreciation became apparent than of pain. Nevertheless there was force to her argument. Hugh didn't want to hurt the mother he loved so tenderly. But his little stiff cock so much enjoyed its sheath in her bosom that he was reluctant to withdraw. Besides, Dr. Clark had told him he could put it there. In his newly aroused lusts he bargained with the helpless woman.
"If I get off now, mother, will you let me rub my prick on your breasts some other time? I could do it when you were sitting up instead of lying down and then I wouldn't hurt you. Say, Mother, can I when we are alone together?"
By this time that rigid shaft had bored between her legs until she could feel its tip was at the very mouth of her womb. Her passions were beginning to boil again. On the buried head of his organ Clark could feel the entrancing, involuntary pressures of her internal tissues. Over the naked body of her son, her eyes looked flame into his. She trembled in ecstasy as her sensations of lewd longing grew into fiery lust. And when she managed to gasp out husky words, they were partly for her son and partly for the man who was gorging her with rapture as his penis distended her narrow passage.
"Yes oh yes. Hugh I'm dying with bliss! Don't take it clear out beloved give me every bit of it. Yes, Hugh, you can rub your little cock thing on my breasts!"
As Hugh crept from his mother's bust and knelt beside her head with his white pecker standing in full erection, the man ceased his slow withdrawals and insertions of his organ. He pressed the boy forward with a hand on his shoulder, so that the lad was bent on all fours above his mother's face. With distracted eyes the woman gazed upon the stiff young rod of her son only a few inches from her face. Not since Hugh was a little child of nine or ten had she seen his private regions. Now here was that tube of flesh which she had last seen in the guise of a plump little worm. It was thrice the bulk that she recalled it as possessing. It was rigid now like a candle, and its head, uncapped from the foreskin, was of a delicate pink hue.
She shivered perceptibly and pressed her belly forward as if imploring the man who lay upon her body to set into action the shaft which transfixed her, but which now lay idle in the passage which it gorged. Why -oh, why was she being thus tantalized?
The fingers of one of the man's hands passed about the little erect pecker of her son. The clinging digits caressed the shaft gently. They pressed it downward little by little. Its top touched her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips. She turned her head to avoid this contact which seemed to burn her flesh. She had caught sight of short crisp hairs of the dusky hue of her own genital adornment about the root of the boy's rod. Her lad was a man then or almost one. Who would crown his manhood what woman, what girl? How dared any female lurk in wait off there in the unknown to take unto himself for her very own, this snowy boyish flesh which she and she alone had borne and nurtured and seen develop from babyhood to the threshold of manhood?
Her busting nerves, congested by the sensations aroused by the great staff which filled her belly, and longing that it should resume its intoxicating movements within the passage which it filled to bursting, led her to turn her head again face upward and to scan the tempting, dainty shaft of Hugh, which Dr. Clark's fingers were still dangling and caressing just above her lips. Now he pressed its glowing tip right down upon her lips. This time they were not withdrawn. They pressed the smooth flesh of the little cock in a kiss which Hugh clearly felt and which made a shiver of pleasure run through his body.
Suddenly the man and the boy heard a gasp and then a soft cry of maddened yearning from Mary's lips. Clark felt his fingers ousted from the stiff boyish prick, which they held, and the woman's hands took the place of his. And Mary Carteret held in her trembling ten fingers her son's rosy-tipped sex and kissed it again and again and yet again.
Now Clark set his shaft into action once more. Slowly he drew it outward until only the head was yet engulfed.
Then, just as slowly he inserted it once more in the throbbing nest which it had found for itself between the warm thighs of this fine body.
And as that erect column of flesh and gristle stirred her nerves to rapture, Mary's soft sighs became a gasp of fiery lust. And now, when the hand of the man went to her mouth and his fingers strove gently to part the lips with which she was kissing the youthful organ which she held, her lips yielded as if comprehending his wishes and accepted them as her own. Slowly her moist lips opened and between them glided the smooth head of Hugh's erect and throbbing prick. Softly, lusciously she licked it. Then, with passionate gusto she sucked the rosy cherry of flesh, running her tongue over the sensitive glans and causing her son to quiver with forbidden delight!
How she loved her shameful abandon now! She withdrew the point of the happy, bewildered boy's rod from her mouth and for over a minute, while the shaft of the gloating, gazing man plowed the furrow of her sex, she licked the young penis from tip to roots and back again. She then plunged its head once more into the warm, pink pit of her mouth. And Hugh cried aloud his rapture under the suction of her lips.
The plump white loins of Mary Carteret vibrated as she felt the first jet of semen shoot from the organ of this man, who had come to her as a physician and had remained as a lover. She shook and vibrated beneath his body in a silent tumult of joy, and she screwed her cunt to his so firmly that even the wounded cheek of her bottom whose pain she had long ago lost sight of was lifted off the sheet on which she lay.
And almost at the very instant when the dew of her own emission flowed to mingle with the juices bursting from the man's loins, she felt the small rod upon her lips throb. She heard Hugh sigh and groan with half-scared bliss. And she felt her tongue and palate bedewed with the come of her son's first emission.
Dr. Clark was the first of the trio yoked in such a remarkable triangular felicity to recover sufficiently from the effects of the orgasm to take action. Time much time had been consumed in his paradisiacal experiment. He glanced at the clock standing on a mantelpiece. He had thirty minutes to reach the place of a business appointment involving great and reaching decisions. Hurriedly he bustled into his clothes. Luckily he had come in a swift car which was now awaiting him around a nearby corner. At its wheel was a man who knew when, where and how traffic regulations could be sniffed at.
And yet, despite his haste, he took time to lay the still trembling and shaken woman flat upon her back upon the bed with limbs restfully outstretched and parted. He sponged her brow with cool water for she had undergone such strains as had left her exhausted. He picked up the silently happy boy and laid him face downward upon his naked mother's body. Then he drew the white sheet over their yoked forms and left them to restful sleep if nothing oi more importance intervened.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Tell your Aunt Irma all about it, honey. How did you learn such naughty tricks?"
"Oh, Aunt Irma, if I do tell you, may I may I just pet and love you the way I want to for a few minutes? Mother is so ill, she says, that I can't even pet her a little. She's put on something like a towel I don't know why "
Irma Bentley leaned backward in the boudoir chair in which she sat before her dressing mirror and stared at her young nephew. "What had come over the boy," she wondered "and what was this talk about mother and petting?"
She was fond of this dark-skinned, handsome lad, the only child of her sister Mary. As for herself, she had no children whatever, and in any event she could hardly have aspired to have as yet a son of the stature of Hugh. She was, in fact, only eight years older than this fine young nephew of hers and she had been wedded only two years previously.
The maternal instinct was strong in this slim, still girlish woman of twenty-two. Hugh had succeeded her dolls in the capacity of a plaything and playfellow when he was but an infant, and she had proven such a tender and careful nurse for her tiny nephew that the boy's mother learned speedily not to worry about her offspring when he was with Aunt Irma.
When she was twenty and Hugh was twelve, she still acted as a sort of second mother to the boy whenever the opportunity arose which, as she lived with her parents just across the street from her wedded sister, was very frequently. But at that period she married Tad Bentley, a friend since childhood in the western city in which they all at this time dwelt.
Tad had been christened, to his subsequent disgust by the sobriquet perhaps epithet would be a better word of Thaddeus. Fortunately his parents' uncanny selection of a given name had been promptly cut to Tad as soon as the small boys of the city got a chance at it. And it was as Tad that he had been taken under the wing of a Wall Street firm whose chieftain was the father of a college mate of his. And it was as Tad that Irma Blaisdell married him and accompanied him to the far-off, dread-inspiring city of New York. The Thaddeus had, in fact been so long buried that the rising young broker had long forgotten all about it.
It was a grievous thing to the bride to be obliged to part with her young nephew. Indeed, her husband's suggestion that he would soon furnish her with her own collaboration with something nearer and better than a nephew failed to be real consolation, especially as, although the young couple had spared no effort to carry out Tad's plan there was as yet no visible sign of its consummation. The stalwart youth and the attractive girl had found much pleasure in their attempts to found a dynasty, but still the trim form of the lively, pink-cheeked Irma retained all its fine lines and her monthly visitant never failed to make its appearance.
She had been overjoyed when, two years after her own emigration, her elder sister and her family took up their residence in Manhattan also. Mary and Frank were welcome enough, heaven only knew, and it was like getting home again to have them about; but, as Mary laughingly accused, it was the third member of the family who had tenderest hugs and kisses, and who found his own private chamber in his young auntie's heart the warmest spot in that beating organ.
Irma found her beloved nephew at fourteen quite the finest thing on earth in looks, in disposition, in manliness, in robust adolescent build of limb and body. She would almost certainly have spoiled the boy if he had been with her all the time instead of for a few hours each week another point on which she received smiling chidings from her sister.
Frequently Hugh dropped in to have luncheon with his aunt, whose home was nearer to his school than was his own abode. Tad invariably partook of the midday meal downtown and Irma was doubly glad to have her own solitude at this time banished by the appearance of her cherished and hungry nephew. This treat was being vouchsafed to her upon the occasion of which we are speaking, a week later than the episodes just related.
She had not seen the boy for upwards of a week. Somehow she found him oddly changed. There were tiny things his eyes, and their peculiar, furtive glances the restlessness of his hands as he sat after lunch on a footstool at her knees. "Why" she declared to herself, "if he had been a man instead of the innocent child which, thank heaven, he still was, he would have embarrassed her hugely."
He had hugged her so long and so warmly when he came. Certainly she loved his embraces and she loved to have him love her so. But she found her pliant waist, scantily covered by the thin undergarment and the silken negligee which she wore, squeezed so hard that her smooth flat abdomen felt clearly the buckle of Hugh's belt pressing into the flesh. Jocosely although inwardly pleased that he should show such fondness she had complained about that buckle. Still the hug did not cease, although Hugh smiled into her eyes in an odd way and relaxed the tension of his embrace somewhat. He held her clasped more loosely with his left arm. The right one fell a trifle and reposed about her hip. The hand lay upon her scantily covered posterior. The fingers broadened and pressed. She could feel their heat through the two gauzy layers of fabric. They dropped clear to the base of her right buttock and, as he now clutched her to him afresh, she could feel the tips of his fingers upon the crevice between the two cheeks.
And at the same instant, what did the young rascal do but snuggle his cheek upon her chest, left bare almost to the bust by her d�collet�, and transfer his kisses from her lips and cheeks to the nude flesh of her bosom.
"Why, you act like a little lover instead of a dandy nephew today, Hugh," she had protested, laughing and flushing as she wriggled from his arms. "Anybody'd think you hadn't seen your Aunt Irma for years."
A shadow came upon the face of the boy. Deciding that he felt hurt at the cutting short of his loving effusions which, she was certain, were as devoid of any real sensual impulse as those of any babe, she had added quickly:
"I love to have you hug me, Hugh darling. Some day you may hug me from seven in the morning until midnight without once stopping. But now we must hurry to get our lunch, for Susan will be grieved if we let her nice chicken a la king get cold."
And after the meal they had come as usual here to Irma's boudoir for the half-hour's chat and the box of Sherry's chocolates with which Hugh liked to complete his noontide recess. Today, however, the confections had not seemed to tempt him as usual. He had his favorite spot on the low stool at his aunt's knees. His head lay in her lap. But he did not munch or chatter as usual.
Finally Irma's remarks, too, subsided. She lay back in her easy chair running her fingers absent-mindedly through the boy's thick, dark curls. "What a fine looking lad he is," she thought. "But what was the matter with him today?"
He was so fidgety and restless. He had drawn his stool so close to her that, in order to make room for him, she had been obliged to part her knees. He sat directly between them. Her negligee, short and simply fastened by silken cords about the waist, had ridden up and parted somewhat so that her slender, shapely calves and round knees in their translucent sheaths of gray silk were exposed at either side of his stool. That was nothing. She didn't even think of it. She had never bothered to conceal from her innocent little nephew the fact that she had legs and he had certainly seen this much of them many times.
Hugh, too, appeared absent-minded. His hands had taken each in its grasp one of those trim silken calves and his fingers strayed idly up and down. How he loved the feel of silk, Irma thought tenderly. He always had, even as an infant. She could recall that when she had a silk gown on she had often found it necessary to be wary of chubby fingers when the dress was of a delicate hue and easily soiled.
His head lay face downward upon her lap. He was amusing himself by exhaling each breath very slowly through the thin fabric which covered his aunt's soft symmetrical thighs. The heated air oozed through his parted lips and its warmth was clearly perceptible upon her skin. It was astonishing how hot his breath seemed, even through this frail barrier, as his lips passed from one spot to another. The mouth seemed to be climbing.
Now it rested so near the juncture of the thighs that positively the young rascal's nose pressed between the parted columns as he forced his torrid breath through the cloth upon the cuticle of one thigh right at the top. How terrible! If the poor dear only knew what was there where his nose pressed and how he was making that little spot feel! The childish little innocent, thought his young aunt. But wouldn't one think that he would show surprise at not feeling with the tip of that nose which pressed on wee lips and agitated them very much something similar to what he himself had in that region?
She hated to interfere with a game which seemed to afford him amusement but truly she couldn't stand that odd contact longer without getting so wrought up that he might notice her uneasiness and demand an explanation. The cherub! It would be impossible to explain to him.
"Hugh, dearest," she said, as she gently pressed his head lower down in her lap towards her knees. "Why, your breath positively burns me. It's surprising how hot it feels through my gown. You see there's nothing to intercept it except just this one layer of thin silk and it's like the breath from the mouth of a furnace."
The boy raised his head. His dark eyes met Irma's; but not frankly as usual. They seemed to waver as if he feared the reading of thoughts.
"Only one layer of silk, Aunt Irma?" he inquired. "Why, are you are you all bare under this little negligee?"
"Why, I am down there on my legs above my stockings," she said. "But I have something on I have a short shirt. It's too short, as I can see now with big boys blowing hot breath through my clothes."
Why did she find it embarrassing, for the first time in the lad's life, to talk to him of her intimate apparel? She tried to speak jestingly and naturally, but she was conscious of a flush. Was it his eyes, with their funny gleam or his fingers clutching and moving upon the yielding flesh of her calves? A hundred times when he was as much as ten years of age, he had seen her clad only in lingerie. But now she couldn't even speak to him of her underclothing without self-consciousness. It was her fault, she decided. There must be some strange quirk in her mind today.
"Listen Hugh," she said. "I have a letter here from Grandma with a message for you in it. I'll read it to you, shall I?"
This effort to change the subject appeared to be a success. The lad expressed interest and Irma got the letter and, sitting again her previous posture, began to read it aloud.
She had sought to alter her pose to the extent of keeping both her legs to one side of her nephew. But he would have none of that.
Silently he parted her knees and once more got between them on his stool.
"I want to be just as close as I can and to put my head in your lap," he exclaimed.
That was quite all right with Irma. She had accustomed him to these little infantile ways where she was concerned and her maternal instinct rejoiced that he should be unwilling to abandon them. Already she had forgotten her momentary uneasiness of a minute earlier.
Absorbed in reading her mother's letter to Hugh, she hardly noticed that the boys fingers had once more taken possession of her firm calves. They slipped upward to the bent knees -and passed beyond. Dimly Irma realized this fact. But it was a small matter, after all. She was unwilling to distress her nephew and perhaps put ideas of a deplorable nature in his small head by warning him away. Besides it was simply the cloth of her stockings he was touching. It was his way, that day, of petting her.
She read on. But now she ceased suddenly. Her round cheeks reddened. Small fingers had passed the tops of her stocking now, and she felt their tips groping about on her bare thighs.
"Heavens, Hugh! What in the world are you about?" she cried. "You'll have me all undressed the first thing I know. You mustn't do that, dear. It isn't considered nice to put your hands on a lady's body even if she is your aunt."
"But Aunt Irma, I got so curious about how long these stockings were. They're half-way up to your stomach, aren't they? And besides my hands aren't on your body. They're only on your legs. And the skin is so soft and smooth. I love to feel it on my fingers."
Still his hands pressed and patted each naked thigh. Irma was almost won by his childish, ingenuous but sophisticated argument. It was just a matter of his delighting to touch her skin there where it was most tender.
It was done in all simplicity and the boy's act was entirely devoid of any morbid intent, she was sure. She hated to dislodge his obstinate fingers. In a vague way too, she was far from averse to their contact with her warm flesh. She temporized and all the time these sturdy fingers toured a skin supposed to be sacred to the uses of her husband.
"Why, Hugh," she said, with a nervous little laugh. "I have lots of other skin, you know. There's my face and my arms and my chest which you kissed a while ago. Won't that do?"
The lad made no reply. He was bent far forward over Irma's lap and his fingers were gliding all around her naked thighs outside, above, underneath, inside, where the skin was like warm eiderdown to the touch. His face glowed and his eyes were touched with a lambent flame. The startled and perturbed Irma could not fail to recognize now that emotions other than those attached to childish curiosity or a love for soft contacts animated this beloved nephew of hers. But she was distressed at the idea of using violence to restrain him.
Then, too, be it hereby acknowledged with a sigh for the weaknesses of glowing young femininity, those prowling hands down there beneath her gown felt lovely, and, upright and clean of mind as Irma had always been, she was subconsciously swayed by her own enjoyment of the liberties being taken with her person. If this brazen person had been a full grown man and her reputation for chastity and decorum had been at stake why, then, a slap in the face and a cry for help. But it was the dearest of boys her adorable nephew and there could be no scandal. How good his fingers felt on the insides of her thighs!
She lay back in her chair and for an instant was silent. Then she leaned suddenly forward and with imperative fingers caught Hugh's hands through the fabric, restraining them from further advances. She had had a moment's weakness. She knew that. But for the boy's sake and her own she must call a halt. For those creeping fingers had crept very close very close indeed to the secret of her cunt. He must not learn now, nor ever through her agency, just how a girl is constructed in the sexual parts. Her crotch was utterly unprotected against his advance. She had almost felt on the tender lips of her sex the tips of his fingers.
And so, with a mighty effort of the will, she clutched his hands. Her voice was choked and vibrant as she insisted:
"Hugh, my dearest, you don't want Aunt Irma to feel badly and to have to get angry, do you? Oh, I know you don't mean any harm but I've already asked you not to do what you are doing. So please -"
She broke off with a low cry. For, as she relaxed her hold of the boy's now quiet hands, confident that he would withdraw them from beneath her clothing, they pressed to either side, slipping from her grip. And, as the movement drew her silken wrapper apart from waist to knees, Hugh's face lunged forward and downward. Under his eyes lay all the white nakedness of his Aunt Irma's body, from the tops of the gray stockings to the middle of the snowy plain of her lovely belly. And straight into the opened crotch where, bordered above by brown curls, two dainty carmine lips set vertically in the white flesh glowed forth at him, went the face of Hugh. And his lips parted upon that sweet orifice in a hot kiss.
In the course of twice a twelve month of married life, Irma Bentley had often felt fingers invariably those of Tad between her legs. Never until that moment, however, had she known the sensation of the application of lips to her dainty coral-lipped orifice. She was for the instant stricken speechless and motionless an instant long enough for Hugh to send his tongue forth after his fiery kiss and let its moist, warm tip flutter up and down along the lovely slit of his young aunt.
The girl collapsed upon her back under the amazing caress and its even more amazing effect. Her face turned to the ceiling, her eyes closed and from the borders of her parted lips floated soft sighs that came to the ears of the boy. It was sheer ecstasy such bliss as she had never dreamed existed.
Then a revulsion of feeling overcame her. She could not. let her darling nephew degrade himself thus upon her body. Was the boy crazed? Had some vicious servant taught him this low and doglike caress of which, ?he herself, had never even heard before? She collected her senses and her strength sufficiently to lean forward and tug Hugh's face from between her thighs and to close her garment against his further intrusion.
She took him gently by the ears as he sat with crimson face on the stool and forced him to meet her eyes. She was determined not to affright him. She must help to eradicate this canker, whatever its source.
"Where did you learn such naughty tricks?" asked the still panting, but now self-controlled Irma.
And the lad, after some moments of silence, had the audacity to bargain for a reward in case he gave the confidence she demanded. He was wrought up to a pitch of hottest desire for the delicate and exquisite body of his young aunt, since learning through the voluntary agency of Clark and the involuntary agency of his mother, the joys of feasting with lips and tongue upon the dainty secrecies of a female body. He had almost constantly longed for a renewal of the experience. But never had his mother permitted it, although certain other caresses she had been weak enough to grant him.
Irma Bentley felt that she must know what he was concealing in the way of facts. It was her duty to know.
Only thus could she step in, forewarn and equipped with knowledge, and save her imperiled nephew from perhaps a ruined life. For he might easily sink to depths of real iniquity in case she did not intervene.
She made the concession he demanded. And it was inspired by the real zeal of self-sacrifice that she told him that if he would make a thorough confession of the source of his evil knowledge and experience so that she might aid and advise him as his mother, so she gathered from some of Hugh's words, had been too weak in her recent illness to do she would in return allow him to "pet" her.
"But not in vicious, horrible ways, please Hugh," she said. "You know your Aunt Irma loves you tenderly and if she can do anything to keep evil thoughts from lurking in your mind, she wants to do it. Bodies are not unclean, suggestive things save to an unclean mind, and I am not unwilling to let you have a certain knowledge of mine if that is necessary to prevent you from harboring harmful, morbid curiosities.
"It is not easy for me to do though, dear boy; for, you know, girls women have certain delicacies, shrinking against exposure even to the eyes of those they love. I shall consent to accept the petting you crave, nevertheless, on other parts besides the lips and cheeks that have hitherto satisfied you. And in return, Hugh, I ask you to promise me that you will strive to banish such awful impulses as you have just shown and to eradicate the propensities which you seem to have acquainted, heaven knows where and how."
Eagerly the boy gave the pledge required. And then, while Irma blanched and flushed alternately and buried her face in her hands at certain stages in his tale, he went on and recounted all the episodes of the day which had followed that of his mother's accident in the forest and her succor by the Good Samaritan "Dr. Clark."
Her mind was awhirl. What, oh what, should she do about all this? Somebody must act, and that right speedily, to save not only this boy but her sister Mary from the clutches of this sinister man.
And now she felt, as she lay back in the deep chair, that her slim, small feet were being lifted to the lap of Hugh, who still sat upon his penitential stool before her. Her little house slippers were being drawn from her feet. What in the world had the youngster in mind? Ah! Two boyish hands passed upward along her stockinged legs and detached one round garter after the other. Slowly each silken web was drawn down over knee and calf and off over the white little feet with their pink heels and wee toes with their polished jewels of nails. Hugh was claiming his reward. And she could not deny him though, in truth, she was surprised both by his desire to bare her legs and feet and by the confusion she felt over such a comparatively simple exposure.
The dainty feet were pressed and fingered and kissed and even licked by the absorbed boy. All the silken surface of both round calves and knees received a meed of ardent caresses. And now, with a strength that amazed the young woman, Hugh drew her to a standing posture and, loosening the silken girdle of the negligee, he deftly removed the garment and cast it aside.
All aquiver with confusion over this unexpected act, Irma sank back into the chair attired for all clothing in a brief shirt of gray shimmering silk which, when doing its level best, barely reached her hips and which was now fucked half-way up her snowy belly. Her face flamed and she reached for the hem of the garment to pull it down. Hugh's reply was to seize the frail garment and to haul it up and off over her rumpled, heavy, brown hair.
Irma was beyond protests or expostulations. She did not know this robust, impassioned creature in whose hands she was rolled and twisted and turned about in all positions in the great chair, while all the time fingers and lips ravaged her flesh front and rear. It was not her small nephew, it was a stranger and a stranger who silenced her feeble protests under burning kisses; who drew her nipples between his lips, while both his hands pawed and felt her buttocks; whose mouth followed his fingers everywhere, who made her squeal as never Tad had heard her squeal, with one forefinger invading her slit in front and the other penetrating the sphincter of her anus, who made her moan and sob with shame and with rising, overpowering lust.
She was flat upon her back now in the depths of the chair. Her lovely naked legs were far apart and rested each upon a supporting shoulder of the boy who knelt before her. And her sexual nook knew to its full the intoxication of that devouring caress whose very inception a few minutes earlier, had made her tremble and see new horizons.
She was pallid now and her lips curtained the abysses of her eyes. She was utterly given over to the whims, the lewd caprices of her nephew. The eminent Dr. Clark might in this instant have been proud of his youthful pupil. The pink tongue that ravaged her clitoris and brought gasps of delight from her trembling lips, was thirsty for the dew of her discharge.
But that licentious thirst went unslaked, for a time. For, sensing the entire abandon of his young aunt, the boy glimpsed a new delight one which had never yet been his; but which he had seen gleaned upon the body of his mother. While still his tongue played gently upon the stiff bud in his aunt's sexual passage, his hands were busy with the buttons of his trousers. The garment was pushed down to his knees. The drawers followed. And Hugh, with a cry of triumphant lust, arose and cast himself upon the body of Irma.
Her eyes fluttered open. The color began once more to burn in her face. Her breath came in soft hisses between her white teeth. She felt the boyish belly against her own. And her right hand stole downward and her fingers took the stiff young rod of her nephew. They adjusted its tip to the crevice for which it was blindly searching. And never under the robust poking of her husband had Irma known such a spasm as came over her under the play within her body of that juvenile organ! He fucked her long and well, his unfledged prick ramming deeply home in her cunt until with a cry he came within her. She responded at the same moment, and with a spasm her body shook with the force of her throbbing climax.
CHAPTER SIX
Still, although the conferences of the international financiers had been for days concluded, that great oceangoing steam yacht, the Hyperion, pawed at the tides in the Hudson while swinging at anchor. Still the famous master of the vessel was put ashore daily at a mid-morning hour. Always he was clad in rather somber raiment, befitting rather the professional man than the mould of fashion which this man usually was. And sometimes, scorning even the roadster which always met him at the landing, having come from the garage of his city house, he plunged into the plebeian depths of the subway and was lost for hours at a time to the ken of all those who might have recognized him.
For Mary Carteret, quite without intending any such thing, had had the gift of fascinating this maker of presidents, and, upon occasion, of kings. He himself was at something of a loss when he tried to explain to himself the links in the chain which he found himself unwilling, almost unable, to break.
Was it primarily the joys of that initial masquerade in the woods, whither he had gone to stroll and to think out solutions for weighty problems? Was it the keen, unfamiliar zest with which he had toyed with the secret flesh of this intelligent and refined woman in that sylvan solitude and by a disgraceful subterfuge? Was it rather the shrinking but compliant prey which he had found her when, invested with the authority of his hastily assumed profession, he had first invaded her bed chamber?
Was it the ingenuous credulity with which she had submitted to perverse machinations which had ultimately undermined her self-control, fired her store of lurking passion and converted a highly-bred young matron into a delirious participant in such a revel as no fortune could have purchased? Or was it, after all, the fact that, feasting though he did daily now on the fair body which quivered to his very touch, he found his heart strangely stirred each time that he came into her presence and saw her dark eyes light up at his coming?
Yes, he was unwilling to part with her. He wished that the noble days and the enlightened lands still existed in which he could have gone to the owner or owners and said: "Sell me this woman. Take the three galleons of gold in the harbor."
But in this darkened civilization the woman had theoretically no owner. There was, at any rate, no one to whom he could turn with his millions, as he would gladly have done, and said: "Help yourself. The check is signed and it is blank."
Despite the strange power that he had over her in a physical way, which had caused her to abandon all the defenses of virtuous wifehood and motherhood and do his will with ardent passion, he knew that his dream of sailing with her over southern seas in his great craft was an empty one. She might conceivably turn from husband, friends and fair fame for the sake of his often perverse embraces; but never could she consent to part with that small son whom he had made also in a way her paramour. Yet he postponed from day to day his departure for Mt. Desert Island, hoping constantly either that satiety would weaken his interest in Mary Carteret or that some other way out of his dilemma would suggest itself.
It was under these conditions that Frank Carteret returned home. His return was unexpected even by himself, for it had been late in an evening that he had heard a report that the man whom it mattered most that he should see regarding his steel invention was in New York, but might leave at any time. Not waiting even to telegraph to his wife, whom he was unwilling to have aroused from sleep to receive a message, he bolted for a train.
He reached Manhattan at about nine o'clock on a clear, warm morning. As his taxicab shot up Riverside Drive, he impulsively halted the chauffeur with the idea of stopping for an instant's greeting with Irma and Tad, whose home the car was just passing. He found the latter had made an early breakfast and departed to clear up congested, end-of-the month matters at his office. But his fair sister-in-law, Irma, was just sitting down to her morning meal. She urged him to partake of the strawberries, chops and waffles with her, as she had something of importance to tell him, which he should know as speedily as possible. And, sitting with the neglected food before them, the woman told the man the tale she had heard from Hugh.
It was Irma's idea that immediate action was needed to save her deluded sister and to prevent the breaking up of a home which included three of those dearest on earth to her. And, speaking low and rapidly to the rather pale-faced Frank, she outlined her spontaneous plot.
She knew that Dr. Clark was almost certain to make a call upon her still bedridden sister at about ten o'clock in the morning. And, hurriedly dressing in her chamber, she rejoined Frank in the waiting taxicab. They let themselves into the silent abode and concealed themselves in a small vacant storeroom from which a used but unlocked door pierced the wall of the chamber occupied by Mary and customarily by Frank.
Early though they were, others were even earlier. They heard voices in the bedroom. Kneeling side by side, they peered through two broad, vertical cracks in the shrunken wood of the door.
A broad-shouldered, smooth-faced man with iron gray hair and rosy cheeks, stood by the bedside gazing down at the pseudo-invalid, who was in reality keeping her bed these days merely to give apparent legitimacy to the daily visits of a physician. And from her pillow Mary was gazing upward at the visitant with cheeks reddened by feverish expectancy. And on the adjoining pillow the one sacred to Frank lay a closely cropped boyish head. Hugh had been passing the night in his mother's bed.
Irma caught her brother-in-law's hand. She feared that he might make some immediate demonstration which would make it impossible to catch this home wrecker and depraver of womanhood red-handed. But he merely gently pressed her hand in reassurance and continued to gaze in utter silence.
The low conversation in the bedroom had almost entirely ceased by this time. Hugh had snuggled closer to his mother and his arms were about her. Both of them were watching Dr. Clark, who, standing beside the couch, was divesting himself of his attire.
Now he was stripped for the fray whatever its nature might be. A fine, sturdy figure he was, too, to which neither the flushed Irma nor the perturbed Frank could deny a certain admiration. From the base of his hairy belly stood forth a lance of rigid white flesh with a great acorn-shaped head of glowing pink. Frank involuntarily squeezed Irma's hand, which he still held. It was an odd gesture on his part, though the embarrassed but keenly interested girl almost as if he were calling her attention to the remarkable erection of the physician, while nothing had apparently happened to put him into such condition.
In silence the robust man smiled down upon the pair in the bed. A white, round arm was stretched forth and Mary took the turgid shaft in her fingers. And, from beyond hers, with an impulsive heave which cast the bed clothing from the naked torsos of his mother and himself, Hugh shot a handout to join that of Mary on the smooth, pink-capped organ.
For a full minute Clark gave himself thus to their rival caresses upon his great cock and his testicles. Then, leaning over the bed, he calmly cast the clothing in a tumbled heap over the footboard and joined the naked woman and boy upon the white sheet.
The two gave themselves over to his will. He was the master of ceremonies. And he apparently had his plan of operation already in mind. For, after the trio had rolled and writhed and handled each other from head to foot for some time; kissing hotly and almost indiscriminately whatever parts they could reach of the masses of flesh heaving in lustful contortions, .Clark placed Mary Carteret flat upon her back. He spread her shapely thighs apart. He murmured words which the two auditors failed to catch; but apparently they must have been a direction to invite her son to her embrace. For, fiery red of face and with her limbs visibly quivering already with fervid passion, the woman said in tones which reached the ears of Irma and Frank: "Hugh come take me!"
Instantly the boy threw himself, with his little rod already stiffened to its fullest possible dimension, upon the broad belly of his mother. The physician took the tip of the lad's pecker in his fingers and adjusted it to the lips of Mrs. Carteret's sexual retreat. And as the happy Hugh drove his organ gloatingly inward, the amazed and stupefied pair lurking behind the door saw Clark straddle the lad's rump and, catching him beneath the belly, hoist him to a position on all fours. The movement interrupted the copulation for an instant.
Now the man thrust the two pillows beneath Mary's bottom, raising her crotch high in the air. And once again Hugh's shaft found its bed in the warm passage between her legs.
The two clinging hands in the darkness of the storeroom were trembling with excitement. Irma and Frank saw the man in the bedroom mount the white rump of
Hugh and part the lad's rear cheeks. They saw all other motion upon the bed cease for a moment while the child lent himself with apparent gladness to the broadening of his buttocks and the insertion into the wee hole between them, a hair's breadth at a time, of the massive weapon of the doctor. They saw him wince and heard him sigh as that inward progress stretched his anal passage. But they saw, too, that his face glowed with joy, and that, once the man's shaft had pierced him, he attacked his mother with a fury of lust.
Irma, her eyes glued to her peephole, heard a suppressed ejaculation from the lips of her brother-in-law. He was in movement, the purpose of which she could not detect in the darkness which shrouded them in the windowless room; but she thought he was preparing to open the door and burst in upon the guilty trio. Oddly enough, she found herself regretting that the terrible but, oh, how agitating scene in the bedchamber was to be converted into a bitter, frenzied attack by an outraged husband. Vicious, horrible though the abnormal and unspeakable triangular medley of flesh was, she found her heart palpitating and her breath coming in audible sighs as she fixed her eyes upon it.
Frank appeared to be backing away from the door slightly, but still his cheek remained close to hers and his eye was upon the writhing, plunging tableau upon the bed. His hand dropping that of Irma, which had been squeezing with an unconscious violence. His fingers became active elsewhere. She heard a rustling in the gloom. And a hoarse little cry broke from her lips as she felt her skirts lifted and the bare belly of her brother-in-law pressed against her own naked buttocks.
Frank passed his hands about the loins of the kneeling woman. His distended rod lay vertically in the warm cleft between her rear cheeks. As she sank forward upon all fours under his pressure, with her eye still riveted to that peek-hole, her aggressor drew her long skirt up in front as well as behind. His fingers took her secret regions and their tickling pressures, coupled with that swollen sex upon her bottom, drove her into a madness as unreasoning as his own. Mechanically, her bare legs parted beneath the pressure applied by his fingers in front. And to the throbbing lips of the cleft thus opened to his attack, she felt the point of his organ applied and slowly entering her warm, clinging passage.
Over her head, while he took his pretty sister-in-law in a perfect fury of lust, Frank watched through the same crack which Irma was using, the frantic scene of abnormal lewdness upon his marital couch. He rammed the girl with a zest that made her moan with rapture. Spending madly, she sank forward as Frank shot his dew into the depths of her body. Her head struck a panel of the door before them, and, imperfectly latched, the door swung open.
Startled by the noise, all three of the participants in the lustful panorama in the chamber turned their eyes to the opened door. There upon its threshold, writhing in the throes of an orgasm which they could not check even though the heavens had fallen, they saw the returned husband and father, completing the maddest of copulations with Irma. And, either as chance would have it or because this shock and surprise stimulated their own throbbing organs, both Clark and Hugh reached the stage of ejaculation almost immediately, and Mary, her frightened wits swimming, gave down her own emission upon her son's embedded pecker.
And so the prepared scene of an outraged and enraged spouse avenging his battered honor, proved, as regards dignity, an entire fiasco. There were developments such as the silent mirrors of a bedroom had probably never before reflected. For all five of the actors in the dual scene of licentiousness were so wrought up in senses and nerves that for the time nothing had the power to revolt them.
And an hour later, while the two sisters and Hugh lay still unclad upon the broad bed with their desires flagging and gratified and their senses calmed, the men sat side by side in perfect amity on the edges of the couch and exchanged confidences. Dr. Clark learned then of the identity of the man whom he had wronged. In silence he got from his discarded clothing a card case and proffered a card to the young inventor.
"My God!" cried the astounded Frank. "I thought the name Dr. Clark didn't seem to fit you properly. I came shooting over here from Pittsburgh on purpose to see you. You were where I could see you without difficulty, eh?"
The man dubbed 'Clark' smiled.
"As a matter-of-fact," he said, "the specifications of your steel hardening contrivance were forwarded to me and are now in my hands. If practical experiments stand up as your laboratory tests seem to have done, you needn't worry longer about capital. Nor need you bother to keep on with your lectures and classroom work in the college here. In fact, you cannot afford to bother with the instruction of the youth of our land any longer. Your time will be too valuable to me and to yourself. By the way," he added. "Could you manage for a trip of some duration on board the Hyperion? Out on the quiet and vast deep we can discuss more fully our business plans and arrangements. And the cruise will do us both good in addition. Bring your wife and Hugh along too and your dear little sister-in-law also, if she can arrange to give us the time."
Smilingly Frank consented.
PARIS YOUTHS
THE ADVENTURES OF A FARMER'S DAUGHTER AND HER PUSSY
My father was a gentleman farmer on a large scale and took in agricultural pupils. My story commences from the time when I was a girl of about ten. My cousin Jonny, who was about a year older than I am, had been living with us for some time. He is my dearest friend. We used to play about in the barren wood and fields, with no one to look after us and great was our grief when we parted, he being sent to school and a governess kept for me.
However, when Jonny returned for his summer holidays, we had an old time for it. He had grown as I thought quite a man and was so clever, but all the time he was not a bit above playing with me as before. We loitered and wandered all over the countryside as my governess did not mind where I went so long as we were together. One wet Sunday we took ourselves to the barren and laid on the straw telling, each other stories and kissing as of old. Suddenly Jonny began pulling up my frock and put his hand between my thighs. This rather frightened me at first, but he made me feel funny with his fingers. Then I began to like the game very much. Then he took his prick out of his pants and taught me to play with it. Having thus begun, we rarely missed a day without practicing our new amusement.
I missed him frightfully when he went back to school, and still more when after a couple of years it was arranged that he was not to return to us. My blood was now fired and I longed for some time, though I did not quite know what for. I used to lie quiet and awake at night writhing for Jonny's hand and tickling myself with my fingers in and about of my bare dimpled pussy, just as he had taught me how to do.
About this time, my father began to take in farm pupils, the first being Mr. Howard. He was not bad-looking but rather delicate, with very dark hair. He was, I found, to occupy Jonny's room. Now this room was next to mine. There was an old ventilator between the two rooms each side of which had locks on it. This discovery we had kept secret. We used to stand on chairs and talk through our ventilator and often by taking my side out I had watched Jonny dressing when he did not know I was there.
After Mr. Howard's arrival, I got up very quietly early in the morning and watched him through his tubbing and dressing. Not different he was from Jonny. I saw a man's weapon for the first time. True it was lying limp as he took his tub, yet I marveled at its length and the maze of hair round it. Jonny like myself was bald. I was mad with excitement and felt almost sick as I squeezed my thighs together and rubbed my fanny with my fingers.
This went on for some mornings and was highly unsatisfactory. One morning, however, he was reading in bed when he suddenly threw the clothes off and pulled out his weapon full strength. He laid down on it from his high pillows and pulling it forward, letting it spring back against his belly which it did with a smack. He did this several times with evident pride and pleasure. Then he pulled the skin off the top, displaying a charming red knob. This he did slowly again and again. I noticed that a glassy look came into his eyes. He then took the whole of his weapon in his right hand and rubbed it briskly and with his left hand played with his large appendages. This rubbing and playing evidently excited him. He wriggled his legs and sometimes rolled half on his side. At last he began to rub very quickly. His legs stretched out to their full length and he shed quite a quantity of white liquid all over his stomach and the bed. Then he lay quiet for sometime till it was time to dress and get out of bed.
This sight fired me to such a pitch that I put a finger between the pouting lips of my fanny and kept rubbing my thighs together all the time. When all was over I lay feeling quite faint while a lot of moisture ran into my twitching slit and down the cheeks of my bottom. At breakfast my mother remarked how poorly I looked. I wonder what she would have done if she had known the reason for my paleness. She could not attribute it to over-study, for my governess had recently been sent away, though I was to have one when one could be got.
After a while I became accustomed to such sights, however, and though they offered me intense pleasure and though I always rubbed my pussy to procure that exquisite sensation, I caused to be intensely affected. Charles was liked by us all and very intimate. He was particularly friendly with me; but he only treated me as a little girl, much to my disquiet, though he often took me upon his knees. One day my father and mother had started early after breakfast to the market and I had gone up to my room for something. I heard Bessy, our buxom chambermaid, busy making Charles' bed. Then Mr. Howard entered his room. Then I heard the sound of kissing and Bessy saying in a severe tone, "Leave off, Mr. Howard. I will tell my master. Leave off. Do get along with you! Oh! Don't, I will tell master. Mr. Howard, what are you doing?"
I jumped up to the ventilator and saw plump Bessy being dragged by the waist to the bed. Though she struggled she did not seem very keen on getting away. Still she continued, "Oh! do leave off."
By this time, Mr. Howard's hand was up her clothes and she was on her back on the bed. He flung her skirt over her face. She wore no drawers and her legs waved widely giving me a flavor of everything. She continued to cry, "Oh, I don't! I will really tell! Oh don't! Oh! Oh!"
He had got out his weapon and flung himself between her upraised thighs. Towards the last her legs clung round his loins, but she went on, "Oh! Don't! Please don't! Oh, don't! Oh dear! Mr. Charles, oh, oh, Charles darling oh, oh, oh, oh."
At this time she was wriggling her body in the most fetching fashion, her long fat hips were jumping up and down and quivering, her plump strong arms were pressing "Dear Charles" closer to her. Her eyes were half shut and her face very red, and at last with a few 'Ohs' her legs stretched out to their full length, she opened and shut her thighs, jerking her bottom forward while "Charles Darling" worked quicker and harder, till at last a shudder went through them both and after moving lazily a little, they lay still; Bessy removed herself first, saying, "Now give over and go downstairs. You have behaved shamefully."
You can well understand that the scene did not tend to calm me. When it was over and Charles had washed his instrument and tucked it away in his pants, I took my thighs up, put the looking glass before them and sat down before it. Spreading my legs, T examined my pussy, pulled apart its lips and tried to force a finger into the opening as I had seen Mr. Howard push his affair into Bessy. After a while I succeeded, but I hurt myself, and my fingers and pussy were covered with blood.
I got very tired too and had not quite recovered when my parents returned. By next morning, however, the pain was gone and I again put my finger into my slit. I experienced a feeling of perfect delight. For nights after this I could not sleep. I used to go over every detail of the scene. My fingers in the moist slit, or more often pressing a delight little boon that I have discovered. Just at the top of it, where the thinner quivering inside lips joined and the tickling of which produced the most desirable sensation. What puzzled me much, however, was why Bessy should have so much hair above her pussy while I had none, and how she could bear such a weapon in her, for I was sure could not. .
I was lucky enough to witness two more such combats and in each case Bessy seemed to give up without any struggle and assisted in pulling up her clothes and directing his prick deep into her.
Soon I found, for I watched them carefully, that when it was Bessy's Sunday out she slipped into the old barren and was quickly followed by Charles, and there they spent their afternoons. There was a loft over the end of the barren where I kept my rabbits. This was separated from the place by a wooden partition. I soon had arranged a capital spy-hole in this that afforded me a perfect view of all that went on. I found that the pair used to commence with a deal of light finger-play. Bessy made no secret of her enjoyment. Her contortions and sighs were enough to awake the owls, especially when Charles' fingers were at work, and when he got upon her he used to go on until she came. He would never stop, some time she would entreat him to, but before that her fat legs had several times signalled the article movement and by the notes of "Ohs" I could count each throb of her warm little pussy, and know when the mighty throb came that brought down the shower and cause the head of his prick to swell within her as big as a "bullock's heart," as she once graphically described it in my own hearing.
All this did me no good. I longed for Charles to do the same for me and pined for Jonny to share in the game, but I dared not suggest anything. Charles and Bessy always treated me as a child, though I was now I going on to fifteen and few could have known more or seen more for my age. The year previous I had started I a flow of blood which had at first frightened me but I about which my mother told me later, and I had grown I golden silky hairs all over my pussy and my armpits. My sexual feeling too had become more intense and my pussy used to throb harder and spill more when I rubbed it now and then, when I first discovered the game.
At last Charles left us for good and poor Bessy was for a long time disconsolate. One day, quite by chance, I was in my loft. I heard a noise in the barren and sneaking up my peep hole spied Miss Bessy consoling herself with Jack the Charter. But different were the proceedings. Mr. John first dragged Miss Bessy to the ground, then put his hand up her skirts and lastly produced his machine a fearfully broad-backed, bullet-headed engine and rather short. He rubbed it up a little then spit on the top I suppose to make it work easier. Bessy was all the time seated on the straw looking on, apparently interested. When contented with his arrangements Jack rolled on to her, inserted his prick and fucked her vigorously. They spent together, collapsing breathless ecstasy a moment later.
She lifted up her clothes and opened wide naked thighs, giving me a good view of her pouting parts. Jack was not long getting into her for she really cried out in pain at first and did not seem to relish the opening encounter. After it was over, Jack sat beside her and made her prepare his weapon for the next, putting her hands upon it and his over her buttocks and between her thighs. She soon succeeded in her task; the next encounter was a long one. I could see she thoroughly enjoyed it. Poor Jack was making fearful noises between his final thrusts, groaning out "Ah, lass!" and I never saw a more foolish man in my life.
These clumsy performances often went on, but soon it was the old story a child appeared and Jack married her and I suppose that they now perform in the bed, but never I found them again in the barren.
At last I began to look so ill, that I was sent to my aunt's house near the sea for a change. There I remained for two months. In my absence, my poor mother had become an invalid and a nurse was engaged. Susan, the nurse who was about twenty-five and a very pretty great girl, was more of a lady-help than a sick nurse. She used to assist me in the farm work and in the house, and we did become very great friends.
I had now no one in the next room and nobody to excite me, but still I was very restless and slept very badly. When I got to sleep it was only to have the most vivid dreams of some unrecognizable men doing to me at last what I longed for and just as the happy moment arrived I would wake to find the lips of my slit and the cheeks of my bottom wet and to fret over the fact that I had come without a partner.
I never however confided to her the secrets of my bedroom ventilator or the old barren and glad I was that I did not do so when one Mr. Robson turned up to learn farming. He was a strong, healthy man of about thirty-five, standing over six feet in his socks. He was put into the room next to mine, and I need not say T watched his movements night and morning with care and interest. I was rather surprised and disappointed at never seeing him play with himself like Mr. Howard. But when he jumped out of bed and into his tub in the morning his staff was always erect and stiff or on the lob in a sort of half cock. But the cold water soon reduced it to its resting condition. Harry, as we all soon called him, never got down to breakfast till nine, and Susan did the morning work. I used to get down about the same time.
My father always left the house at five in these summer months. Matters went on most virtuously for a month or two. Once or twice I fancied I saw Susan and Harry having what looked like a harmless flirtation but that was all. One morning, however, just after father had gone out I heard whispering in the next room. Looking at them through the ventilator I saw something that made my heart beat in my chest. Susan, now in a dressing gown, was seated on Harry's bed, their arms round each other's necks kissing wildly. He then got up and put his prick, sticking up under his night shirt, in her hand. Susan turned pink and hid her face on his breast, cuddling up to him in her pretty nightdress. He kissed her on the mouth till I thought he meant eating her.
Then he undid her nightgown at the collar and pulling it down to her waist, bared her breasts and shoulders. Even I was obliged to admit her beauty. He covered them with kisses and when he seized at a beautiful rosy nipple between his lips and began sucking it, Susan's eyes sparkled, and I could see she meant going the whole hog. She returned his kisses with interest. And when he put his hand out and began to slip her nightdress down far below her waist and over her swelling hips and the magnificent globes of her bottom, which were turned out as she reclined against him, I thought I would come just from watching them.
Having got her quite naked, he fondled her all over and kissed her mouth, till she went off in a shiver and was, I thought, going to faint. After this he laid her on her back as she was sitting on the side of the bed and then, suddenly kneeling on each side of her shoulders, began to suck her pussy. Susan at first struggled against this operation and tried to keep her thighs closed, remonstrating with him in a voice half a whisper, half a laugh, but he began tickling her thigh with his tongue just above the knee and at last forced the way to the flat of her thigh, then her muscles seemed to lose their power and he slowly kissed his way to the soft point.
Her little "dont's" grew fainter, her eyes shut, a smile grew on her half-opened lips and her hands which had been freely pushing Harry's head away from her, now seemed to be involuntarily pressing it to her body. What a sigh, she gave utterance to her pleasure when at last Harry had reached the point. With her eyes half closed, she wriggled her bottom and heaved her body up and down. She shivered as her breathing became short and heavy, while her final sighs and struggles surpassed anything I had seen.
After it she seemed to lie back in a faint and Harry, putting her feet on a chair, got up and took up his exposed, grand machine in all its pride. Then standing between Susan's thighs he placed one of her feet on each side of his shoulders and while she lay on her back on the edge of the bed, he stood on the floor and began his entry. It was not a difficult one after the last encounter which had prepared Susan for the next. He drove it in slowly but surely and I could see that at last it was buried to the roots and the hairs round her affair mingled together.
How he did poke her! His strong muscular legs and backside never rested for a moment in their boundaries. His hairy balls, which I saw clearly between his legs, jumped and smacked smartly against the cock and in the valley of Susan's jutted, plump ass. She came again very soon as I could tell by her movements and signs. He stopped for a time, I suppose to prolong his pleasure, then began again and the encounter grew hotter and hotter. His strokes become shorter, his breathing labored, they uttered short, smothered half-delirious expressions, biting each others shoulders and they came, he falling and kissing her almost lifeless little face.
After resting a little they put on their clothes and off tripped. Susan, appearing later at breakfast with a pretty flush and apparently all better for her exercise, which was more than I did. There was ample cause for my pale looks, while watching the lovers at their little game, I had spread my legs, and putting my hand through the opening of my drawers; smoothed my itching pussy, and after Susan had gone, I was seized with a wild desire to rush into Harry's room and ask him to fuck me. I had to fight against this desire, and the affect left me worn out while, though I stripped naked, got a candle and worked it in and out of my vulva till I had spent three times, I was filled with a feeling of discontent and restlessness that tried my nerves severely.
Susan now become a constant morning visitor and many were the gambols and new and interesting positions they went through. But they were fondest of the old family way which is described as "She on her back laith, he on her belly falleth." This was not nearly so interesting as several other positions and particularly the Saint George. The first few times I saw this I was filled with the wildest delight. I longed to go in and smack Susan's beautiful white bottom, the cheeks of which appeared wide, showing everything of her stretched quim into which Harry's instrument worked, the stretched outer lips and the fiery quivering of the inner lips, his instrument a splendid ivory scepter, a kingly, hairy orbit at the base of it and a wondrous by on the top. Their movements too were enchanting and enthralling but never the same.
Sometimes as the final cries came, they would lie looking at each other, his legs twined over her buttocks, her thighs pressed close against his hips, throbbing with little jerks and quivering slowly to stillness. Sometimes, and this I noticed, was the case when they had not indulged for a few days owing to the influence of the moon on her tides. They would not complete the operation by an emission of balm within the temple but just as the supreme moment came his weapon would flash out from the quivering vale of the temple, shoot along the valley between the great snowy domes of her hinder hills and with mighty pulses spout like a fountain his liquid life all over her back and globes.
How well I recollect being particularly pleased with the way she rode Master Harry one morning. They had just been lucking about in the bed, just as he had his head towards me and lay on his back she jumped upon him and nothing loath lay still. Then slipping up her night dress and pulling his up to the neck, she got hold of his machine with one hand, opened the lips of her vulva slowly with the other and directed the red head between them, then slowly sitting down observed it till nothing but the hilt remained visible, she was now sitting upon him in a kneeling position, a knee on each side of him. Bending forward a little she supported herself on her outstretched arms.
Between her honey-breasts T had a full view of what was taking place. Her face being towards me. I could watch every change of her features. Having driven his prick well home she remained quiet herself for a few moments. Then slowly raising she exposed her majestic tool once more. It looked as if it had been swollen twice is size. Then she moved herself up and down as Harry lay quiet with his legs at full stretch. She was the mistress of the position and played as her feelings moved her.
Now she wriggled, now she lay still, now she swallowed it to the hilt, now she played with the head just between the lips of her soft pussy, but she could not be calm and her jumps became more energetic, her bottom heaving and bounding, the globes separating and again approaching, quivering, exhibiting plainly all that was between and beneath his wondrous purse and magic scepter with her golden coral lips livingly clinging to it. Then she fell on Harry's broad, hairy chest and lay there panting. He put his arms round her, patted and stroked her moon and his finger went straying and tickling in to the deep valley. At length he got up from beneath her and I was surprised to see that he had not yet come. Then having laid her on her back he paid her off in her own coin for her failure in riding him to a finish, and she was thus late in getting down stairs.
Unlike Bessy and Charles, Miss Susan and Master
Harry seemed rather to avoid the barren. I only once caught them in it and that was Sunday when we three had been out and were forced to take shelter there owing to a sudden rain-storm. I took them there and saw that their eyes were hungry. I know what they hungered for, so saying that I would look after my rabbits till teatime and then return, I left them.
Swiftly gaining the loft, I at once went to my spy hole and saw Harry closing the door. After pulling her skirts and chemise up to her waist, she stood before him in her dainty white cambric and lace drawers. He put his head into the opening, pushing the chemise up under her corset out of the way. He stroked and kissed her curly, hairy pussy, putting a finger into it and tickling until she squirmed, she on her part opened his trousers too, took out his staff and purse, kissed the purple head and took it between her lips, tickling it with her tongue and sucking it till her efforts were rewarded by a magnificent hard-on. He separated her drawers behind till the divided moons with its rosy valley showed as if flamed in cloud's. He then whispered to her again and she, after shaking her head, kissed him and evidently agreed to his proposal. Taking off his coat he lay on it and she knelt over him, a knee on each side of his shoulders. Her bottom divided and his head was turned towards me and as they were not six feet away.
I could see distinctly everything they did. She lowered her pussy on to his face and his lips fixed themselves to it; kissing fervently, while his hands played with her beautiful, plump, dimpled globe and a finger was slipped into the little pink planted cranny between them. Her bottom quivered and danced in a most wonderful fashion such as I had never seen before. She evidently felt the pleasure in every fiber of her body was frightfully excited. She had, meanwhile, lowered her head and taken his scepter into her mouth, pumping and titillating it most artistically. Suddenly she raised her head, got up, and said to Harry in a tense broken voice, "Harry, I want it all in me deep."
"Right, darling," he answered. "Take off your drawers." Picking up her clothes she undid the strings of her drawers and dropped them round her ankles, then bent over some trusses of hay, separating her legs a while. He entered her behind at the same time, putting his hand between her thighs from in front so that while his machine was driven fully home, he could tickle her clitoris with his finger. The result was evidently more satisfactory than before. Her face, when she turned it to kiss Harry, which she did frequently, appeared very flushed and her eyes very moist. Harry had dropped his trousers and tucked his shirt under his waistcoat and in this position they had taken enabled me to see everything they were doing, clearly.
At first I thought he had his rod in the usual place between her pouting bearded lips, but on her shrinking a little and putting her behind as something hurt her somewhat, while at the same time Harry drew back a little, I saw to my surprise that he had not entered the orthodox temple of love, but was at his devotion in the smaller and most simple secret shrine hidden in the valley behind it.
That his large instrument was able to enter that little puckered place astounded me, but the entrance evidently had not been extra-ordinarily difficult thanks probably not to the humanity of his kisses as the moisture of her own mouth left on his shaft, while despite the occasional signs of slight pain she showed, it was plain that this double attack on her tender part had the effect of giving her acute pleasure, the whole time, and that she was spending at very short intervals. At last, her face convulsed with emotion, she begged him to finish and fell forward apparently from sheer exhaustion. Harry had then enough to do, to hold her legs while her body lay heavily on the truss. Working with a will he too came and fell forward on her back. Both lay as if in a fit while I watched his lamb shrink out of her body and appear worm-like and lifeless between his stretched thighs.
A quarter of an hour later, I saw that they had recovered. Susan had put on her drawers and dressed up while Harry had buttoned up his pants and got into his coat. I appeared. She was sitting on a truss looking very tired, though her eyes sparkled in her smiling face.
She could hardly walk to the house and when we arrived went to her room, saying she did not feel well. I took her tea up to her and though she looked pretty as she lay in her chair, having changed her dress for a dainty wrapper. But I noticed that she always looked prettier after a bout and I have since noticed that this is the cause with all normally constituted and healthy women.
At the same time that I brought the tea, I ordered the kitchen wench to bring up two big cans of hot water. When these arrived, I pulled Susan's tub from the corner where it stood, filled it and said, "Susan, dear, I am afraid you have taken a chill, so please let me give you a hot bath and put you to bed till dinner."
She demurred at first, but finally agreed, laughing and kissing me. I removed her clothes slowly, experiencing delight while doing so and when she was naked and in the water I took off my outer gown in order not to wet it. Then said Susan, "Take your things off and get in with me. The warmth will do you good also. We will bath each other."
No sooner said than done. How we soaped and lathered each other and how our hands strayed, then we dried one another amid constant bubbling laughter, sudden mischievous tickling that made me nearly hysterical and wet the new grown, golden beard of my pussy with a deluge of creamy moisture. She evidently saw in my eyes what I had in my mind. She wrapped her arms round me and in an instant pulled me down to bed. I was more than willing for any game and we had many, winding up with the great "Sixty nine" position I had seen Harry and Susan take in the barren. I wonder where Susan had learnt all she knew. But anyhow she gave me supreme delight.
Six months later Susan left us to return home when she was wanted. We all missed her Harry and I particularly. A few months after, Harry slipped into my room one night and into my bed. I often think, I should not have allowed him to get his own way so easily but at that time I was thirsting for it and could not help myself. He came every night after that and we soon had gone through every posture I had seen. How he laughed when I confessed how I had watched Susan and him at work. Then he said he had come to me in consequence of a letter he got from Susan saying she was grieved she could not return but that if he consoled himself with me they would both be well contented and so we were.
He left us before I met my husband, having taught me all there was to teach and now I shall not tell you more for what passed in the privacy of the conjugal chamber is sacred. Youthful escapades fall under another category and serve to amuse an idle quarter of an hour.
SEX ADVENTURES OF THREE COUPLES ON LOVE ISLAND
Ten days had passed since the wreck of the steamer and the landing of the six members of the escaped passengers on the island. One of the multitude of uninhabited spots in the South Pacific, the island was found to be very fertile and filled with animal life and plant growth. Every nook and corner of the island had been explored and named by the new comers.
Placed in an out of the way latitude far from any steamer route they had the least chance of being found and taken back to civilization, and in such a state no doubt they thanked providence for landing them in such a fertile spot where no famine could threaten them for many years to come.
Joe Chesspool, the great English millionaire, was the leader of the six, Jack Williams, Dick Wilkinson and he formed the sole male population of the island. May Falconer the young daughter of Dr. Harry Falconer the world famous heart specialist of Harley, St. Joy Penwill, a young maiden of and Laura Betheham daughter of Colonel and Mrs. Betheham of Cairo formed the ladies world of the island.
Was it chance that thrust this young lot together on this lonely spot. The adventure of the wreck, the loneliness of the island and the youth of the six brought them closer towards each other. All formalities had been dropped and they had begun to call each other by first names.
They assisted each other in cooking and spent the greater portion of the day in talking with each other and wondering about the future.
It was on the memorable 16th day of landing that Joe, the millionaire, laid before the company a plan to spend the time while on the island. Jack and Dick were lying on the sand in front of him while he himself was reclining comfortably. May was sitting with her knees drawn up and clasped round by her hand, by the side of Jack, and her leg was stretched to full extent. Joe was looking up at the sky and Laura was lying prone on the ground, her head lifted up to gaze at the face of Joe, "Well, my dears," began Joe in an offhand tone. "Here we are, stranded away from civilization and thrown to the mercies of the wind and sun. If we are not happy here, well, it will be our own fault. We are all young and we must find a way to be more happy. I here want to place before you a cheerful way to spend the time. As luck would have it, fortune has distributed the sex on this island between us.
"We are young, but not too young to have felt the desire and attraction of sex. God made men and women and men made moral laws. Here in this faraway corner of the world, far away from men's laws, we are not bound by any law, being quite at liberty to do what we like best. It may mean years before we go back to civilization. We may not go back at all. My proposition is that we should make use of the difference between ourselves to the utmost, given the chance. I say, why should we turn away from it. In the event of a rescue, if we get back to civilization, we will get ourselves married and yet legally bound to each other. Let me have your opinion."
"Rather fine," remarked Jack.
"Not bad, Joe," smiled Dick and looked round to see what the ladies had to say in the matter.
Laura was the first one to respond. "It is mightily ingenious, Joe," she said. "It means you want to make a Garden of Eden."
"Oh! How great," murmured Joe, "and won't it be nice?"
"How do you propose to set about it?" queried May gently. "Do you want us to yield ourselves to you?"
Joe laughed. "You are putting it in a rather clumsy way, May," he replied. "You need not do any of the sort. What I mean is that when we find time hanging heavily on our hands we just sit round and tell about our sexual experience, and if we get excited, as naturally we will all could satisfy each other, of course always on the condition that the lady is willing. If on the other hand you are under moral control and averse to any such thing, we are not going to compel you. But I don't think you will be such a bad sport."
Everybody was silent. "Does it mean that we have consented unanimously to approve the proposal?" asked Joe.
"Yes," said all in unison. "And let us begin right away, now," laughed Jack and Laura. "Then," continued Joe, "let us relate our adventures and experiences one by one. It is known that we have no secrets, from one another here, and any adventure, moral or immoral is of exciting value and above all, we may rest assured that there are no scandal-mongers here. To set the example, I will start on a strange experience of mine it relates to my fist sexual contact in my life."
A LESSON IN SEX
I was nineteen years old and had just returned from Oxford to spend my summer vacation in my uncle's house. My uncle, my father's brother, Charles Chesspool, was a member of Parliament and a great politician, and being a man of wealth he lived in luxury. My aunt died a couple of years ago and, attracted by the wealth of my uncle, one, Mrs. Witburton, cleverly manipulated and lastly brought about her desire the same being to get her daughter a fairy creature of eighteen married to my uncle. My uncle was then sixty-three years old. There was no difficulty about it and Miss Rosa Witburton became Mrs. Chesspool.
They had been married six months when I happened to go there to spend my holidays (on invitation from my uncle). They were very kind and attentive to me, my uncle and aunt. And there seemed to be no pitch between the couple. Then one day came the surprise. The sleeping apartment of the house was situated in the left wing and they were located in this order from the loose end of the wings. Rosa, my aunt, occupied the first room. The next one was my uncle's and was connected with aunt's by a partition between the walls. The third was mine. Four days after my arrival, one night I had been reading an exciting novel of love and romance that I felt very much disturbed in mind and body and as such could not go to sleep. I tossed about in my bed and at last wearied rose from my bed and gently opening my door came out and stood outside my room on my verandah, eagerly inhaling the cool breeze.
The next minute my attention was drawn by a slight noise in my uncle's room, which sounded like the smack of kiss. My already excited mind turned feverish and I was goaded by inquisitiveness to take a peep inside my uncle's room. I had no idea of what was happening there, though I had hasty notions. I have never had my chance to touch a girl and was really innocent. Gently moving towards my uncle's door, I bent down and placed my eye in the spy hole and this is what I saw.
The room was flooded with light. And in the middle of the room, lying on the cot, was my uncle in a perfectly naked condition, the bed clothes lay strewn on the ground mixed with the garments. My aunt was lying beside him and she too had not a scrap of clothing on her, and she was such a dainty picture to be seen. Uncle was holding her tight in his arms and she had turned her
Pi legs round him and they were kissing each other. Rosa was very much excited, I could see. She was rubbing her ivory breasts on uncle and kissed him again and again. She twisted her thighs roughly round him. Uncle dallied with her breasts, kissed them and his passion got beyond control. He got up off the bed. It was there I saw that his cock (which for an old man was not bad) was uplifted and ready. I felt mine also in the same condition though a novice and a perfect stranger to them, I just took my chap out and soothed him with my hand by way of soothing him which only increased its vigor. I saw then that I had a more powerful weapon in length, size and vigor than that of my uncle. Then with a hand on my cock, I looked in again. My uncle was on all fours on the bed now. Aunt, on her back, was dragging him towards her. She had drawn up her legs by bending the knees, and she had widened the space between her thighs. It was then I got the first view of the most delicious thing in a woman.
Between the two white thighs, I saw a soft bush of golden hair trailing from the navel down and following it down I come to the heavenly cleft. The wide-spread legs had cleared the lips of the orifice apart and exposed the maddening coral-red entrance. She lay in an expectant attitude. Then I saw uncle lean over her and I noticed with jealous eyes the rigid poker of the old man enter her receptacle and gently probed deeper in, until the bushy black hair of his merged into the golden brown bush of my aunt's. Rosa heaved a sigh throwing her arms tightly round uncle, held him in a close embrace. Slowly uncle began to move to and fro, the rod playing in and out. Then suddenly he gave a quick thrust and lay gasping in Rosa. He was finished, but she was not. He had only excited her the more. He rolled away from above her to her side and lay gasping on his back.
His lately stiff rod was shrinking, giving uncle a ghastly appearance and I could see it drip with some liquid. Rosa turned towards him, kissed him, hugged him and begged him to have another go at it. She even place her finger over the now limp organ, but it did not respond to her touch. She cajoled, begged and entreated him on her knees to satisfy her. She was a fine picture, thus kneeling on the bed. My prick was becoming rebellious and I had to keep him pressed against the wall.
All Rosa's pleadings were of no avail. I saw definitely that he could not attempt fucking again. He was powerless to do anything more. It was then I saw gentle Rosa cast herself from him in a fury. She jumped to the floor, saying that she would see that the whole country knew the impotence of uncle by next morning. An old man like him, incapable of satisfying a woman, should not have married. If having married he is not able to satisfy his wife he should find out a way to satisfy her. She was so excited that she had begun to talk aloud, and my uncle was alarmed. He got rap feebly tottering to her begged her to talk slowly. "Satisfy me! I am burning," she said, quivering passionately. "Somehow soothe my lust." Then it was a plan occurred in the mind of my uncle. He bent his mouth to Rosa's ear. I could not hear what he was saying, but I saw him pointing to my room and Rosa smiling and nodding her head. Then I heard him say, "I will steep in the spare room in the other wing. You have made me happy, Rosa, and I won't begrudge you your happiness. You wait here. I will go and send him in and you arrange with him to get yourself fucked like you want to."
"He began to dress himself and so did aunt. I gently returned to my room, closed the door and lying on my bed, covered myself and appeared to be fast asleep."
At this portion of the narrative, Joe stopped for breath. The rest of the company had moved close. Laura was closer to Jack. Joe was watching with keen interest that Dick's trousers near the thighs were restless, as if some living thing was roaming inside. And May lay with her two hands between her thighs, pressing against her throbbing vital parts:
"Five minutes passed," continued Joe with a smile of apprehension. "When the door of my room opened slightly and I heard the footsteps of my uncle and his deep breathing. Standing at the foot of my bed he gently called me. I startled up as if from sleep with a loud voice. 'Who is that?' 'Hush,' said my uncle it is I, your uncle, Joe. Your aunt is unwell. Will you kindly attend to her while I go down to the drawing room and get her bottle of medicine which she has left there?'
" 'Oh yes uncle' replied I. 'I am sorry aunt is unwell. You go and get her the medicine. I will run along and stay by her side till you return. I put on my clothes and ran out to the last room, my aunt's, while uncle, turning the other way, went away as if going to the drawing room.
"I found Rosa's door slightly open. I further opened the door and boldly entered. Rosa was on the bed completely covered in her bed clothes. My quick eyes noted that she had undressed herself again in her room as I found her garments neatly arranged on a table. She opened her eyes on my arrival and beckoned to me. "Close the door," she said on my going near her, "and Joe, please sit by my side till Uncle comes along with the medicine."
"I sat down on the bed beside her. I did not know how it was all going to begin. A couple of minutes passed. Rosa was restless. She tossed this way and that, 'Don't worry yourself, Aunt,' I said, placing my hand on her heated forehead. 'Do you feel feverish?'
" 'I do not know,' she replied, eagerly placing one of her hands on mine resting on her head. She gently stroked it and pressed it to her forehead as if in pain.
She again wriggled restlessly. I wondered what it was for. I turned my gaze from her face down to her body and then i found that her white, bosom was uncovered, the clothes having slipped down during her wriggle. I did not know what to do. My organ was turbently clamoring to be let loose.
" 'How long uncle takes to get that medicine,' I said. 'Shall I go down and see what he is doing?'
" 'Don't leave me alone, Joe,' Rosa pleaded. 'Your uncle is a careless man and must have fallen asleep there. You stay with me till he comes. If you feel sleepy, lie down.' So saying she tried to move to my side of the bed, by doing which she conveniently kicked the covers, leaving her nude to her thighs. My prick was. more obstinate than ever. I had to force him down with my left hand, my right hand being on Rosa's forehead. The action was not lost on her. She took hold of my right hand and gently carried it down to her lips and cheeks and slowly down to her heaving breasts standing up in the most graceful manner inviting my innocent hands. 'It pains me very much here, Joe-boy,' murmured Rosa and pressed her right breast with my hand. Without a word I bent down, smoothed the breast with my hand, gently pressed the side with my fingers and safely felt the dainty tip with my thumbs and forefinger.
The breast stiffened and stood out more majestically under the caress of my hand, and Rosa sighed. I did the same with the left breast and thus both my hands were engaged and nothing could sooth my organ's clamour. I was very much excited. Rosa must have noted this, for the next moment her hand slipped round her waist and I felt her hand rest on my thigh exactly over my throbbing prick as it stood prominently bulging out under the cloth. I felt her fingers running over the whole frame of the organ. She gently pressed it, touched the top and slid her hand back to the root. I was of course more excited and could hardly continue myself. What was I to do? I did the best thing. From her breast I gently conveyed my finger playfully up to her abdomen and let it play about her navel and again allowed them to continue their course down.
The soft downy hair which shone golden-brown in the light sent a thrill of excitement through me and lower down my venturesome fingers reached their destination. I pressed my hand over her cunt and gently increased the pressure. Growing more bold, I slipped my forefinger into the aperture. It acted as if I had touched an electric button on Rosa and turned on all the forces in her. She threw her hands round my neck and drew me to her and I was a toy in her hands. She forced me down on the bed beside her. I found that her busy fingers had released the buttons of my lower garments and that my glorious poker was up like a flag pole, ready for anything.
Not satisfied with this, Rosa pulled away my garments one by one till I was completely nude, when she dragged me close to her and hugged with all her strength. She threw her legs and twined them round me and I felt my rod pressing on her abdomen, clamoring for entrance. She kissed me on my lips and spared no part of my face and again and again strained me to her. Then suddenly she sat up and I felt her hand trying my poker. She was looking at it. She could scarcely hold it in her hand. She tried to band it up but it went with a swing. 'What a joyous thing you have, Joe.' Those were her first words after the taking away of the mask. She pressed the red, satin-smooth free end of the organ and dallied with it. Then she bent down and pressed her lips to it and kissed it.
It was more then I could endure. My arms closed round her as I tried to draw her down to me. I enclosed her between my thighs and thus lay for five minutes, heart against heart.
"Is this your first fuck, Joe?" whispered Rosa deliriously, her cheek pressed against mine. "Yes," I answered slowly. "Then you lie on your back," she said. I wondered what she was up to and lying on my back awaited. I could see my rod straight up like the bare mast of a ship. Rosa sat up and throwing her left leg over, placed herself astride me, facing me. Her lips rested on my thighs and I could see the vision of the rosy cleft with its ornament of golden hair. She then grasped my prick with her right hand, bringing her orifice nearer rubbed the glans over the soft velvety side (the doors of the heaven). Raising herself slowly a few inches she placed my cock in position and slowly pressed down and I felt and saw her cunt slowly coming down till it touched the head of my rod. It still pressed down slowly, encasing my organ till the whole was through and throbbing inside. "Joe, throw your left hand round my neck," she said, "and let your right arms toy with my breast."
I needed no urging. My left arm found her neck while my right was busy dallying with the beautiful hills of passion. Rosa, using her two hands as supports one on each side of my body on the bed, gently began to raise and lower herself with a rhythm and I felt my organ sheathed and unsheathed. The inside of the Rosa's organ was soft and covered with some liquid lubricant which enhanced the movement without any hitch. Slowly the movement continued up and down, round and round, forward and backwards as she liked. Then I felt the motion become gradually quick till Rosa was moving up and down like a machine. I felt the most thrilling sensation going up and down my nerves and I added a push up again and again.
All this while never once was the rod completely unsheathed. But in her excitement Rosa lifted herself a bit too high and the rod flung out of position. Rosa heaved a sigh of disappointment and feeling more, made Rosa down and forcing her on her back, threw myself on her and in ran my poker. I was rough and out of control. I placed my left arm under her head, my right resting on her breasts. I kissed her eyes, lips cheeks again and again. Then holding her face close pressed to mine my right hand hard pressing her right breast, I charged with brutal force. "Oh," gasped Rosa. "It is nothing, Joe. Go on, don't mind me!" I set to work with a will. The rod flowed in and out like a spindle. I was getting excited more and more every minute and rushing my machine to and fro was almost the height of bliss. It was then that Rosa had attained her height, while she kissed, hugged and licked my face. But I charged on now on the verge of hope, the end came soon and with a final drive that went in to the hilt.
"I felt the keenest sense of joy and something went out of my prick into Rosa's cunt, and I collapsed gasping with delight on her bosom. Half an hour later I was back in my room, and soon was fast asleep. That was my first awakening in the sexual world and from that time I was the idol of Rosa as I made myself useful to her all through that vacation. And even after joining college she used to write to me every week and ask me to go over to her which I used to never fail to do."
The narration had the required effect on the audience. One could easily see that they were all excited. May was writhing on the earth and rubbing her hands over her pussy. Jack had put the hand inside his trousers' pocket and was feeling his cock, and Dick lay prone on the ground, pressing his organ down. Laura, sighing deeply, had rested her head on Jack's thigh, while Joy had thrown herself on Dick's back and had encircled his neck in her arms. Every heart was beating and every organ tempted. Joe sauntered towards May and throwing himself by her side said, "Whose turn is next?" A conference followed, in which it was decided that Joy should disclose her story next, to be followed by Laura, Dick, May and lastly Jack.
JOY PENWILL
With great effort and after putting down much of her bashfulness, Joy began about her narration. "Darling" said she, "I will also tell you about my experiences when first I felt the male organ in me. That was about four years ago. I was seventeen years old. I was staying with my parents at Brighton. I had two younger brothers who also were being educated in the house by a tutor. He was a young man about twenty-two summers old and very handsome to look at. He was lean and tall, of fair complexion, with merry, twinkling eyes and nut-brown hair that came clustering down his forehead at every shake of his head.
I was studying and had come home for the vacation. My dada and mama were glad to have me with them.
One day my father John Penvill had to go to Paris on account of his business and mama said she will go to London with Mrs. Muttress our neighbor, to do some shopping. I said, that I had enough of London and that I wanted to rest for the day, feeling really tired and so
I was left alone in the house but for the servants. I called up Marie, our maid, and gave her orders not to disturb me till I called her again. Then I proceeded to my room and lying on my bed was soon fast asleep.
About an hour or so I must have slept, when I woke up with a start and found it was evening. I heard the distant voices of my young brothers in the hall clamoring with their teacher. I rose and tidying myself walked into the hall. The tutor was sitting in one of the chairs, the two young selves were jumping about him. "Good evening, Mr. Thompson," I wished him, at which he rose up hurriedly and wished me good evening in return bashfully. "The kids want to enjoy themselves today. They want a holiday. Miss Penwill, what shall I do?" he reported. His face flushed deeply and his cherry lips, full and mobile, were inviting. "Let them have their desire, Mr. Thompson," I answered. "If you find your time hanging heavily on your shoulders, you can teach me something." Thompson laughed and the kids ran away laughing merrily. "I place myself at your disposal, Miss Penwill. My knowledge is yours." For a second he stared at me and said, "You are a picture to look at." I blushed and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Dada has gone to Paris and mama to London to do some shopping and I am alone in the house. I thought you would entertain me. Come to my room and tell me what all you know about sex."
I could not have done better, for the young man rose at once and taking my fingers in his hands said, "Your will be done."
On reaching my room I let him in and locked the door behind us. I drew up a chair and sitting down on it asked Thompson to sit on the bed. "What do you want to know?" tremulously asked Thompson. "About the difference between the sexes and the pleasure derived from their contact. People say that marriage is divine," I replied.
"To give you a lecture on sex, Miss Penwill, we should prepare ourselves for the lesson. As we have no models here, we should prove our own models. So let us begin by undressing ourselves first," and so saying he jumped up from the bed and began to divest himself of his garments. I was alarmed, but I had gone too far to withdraw, and before I could do anything, he was by me unhooking all my gowns and did not rest till he had me completely nude. Then he came and stood before me, and he was such a beauty to gaze at, supple of limb and little of figure.
I could see his muscles rising out. As my eyes strayed down from his neck lower down they came to a dead stop when reaching his navel. From there began a gentle forest of brown hair which gradually spread down till at last from a bed of soft downy hair jutted out a formidable organ rigid like a gun. Spotless skin was white and the bud of the rod was burning red and below the rod hung a loose sack dangling between his legs.
In the same way Thompson was gazing at me. He was staring at my breasts, which were just sprouting but none the less beautiful for that and lower I had just started putting on some hair which was slowly sprouting out and adoring the boundaries and ridges of the cavity. And even as he looked at me his organ swayed up and down and grew more turbulent. Thompson began his lecture.
"You see before you the male organ of a man in the excited state," he began, holding his cock in his hand and showing it. "It is one of the magnificent creations of God and it has its own peculiar ornaments. The red tip is known as the glans and the whole thing as the penis. By touching it you will feel that in the excited state the organ is rigid, hard and swollen like an iron rod." Here he took one of my hands and placed it on the organ and made me feel it. "It is thus created suitable to go in any required nook, for example, a woman's organ of which we have a very fine example here. We have here a delicate organ highly nervous. It is surrounded on all sides by a thick growth of hair which as years pass by becomes thick and bushy. The female organ is a hole as can be seen by this." He put in his middle finger and thrust it the end. I felt various kinds of sensations crop up my nerves. "Just above this heavenly aperture is stationed a nerve button on touching which the stoked-up passions in a woman are let loose. It is called the clitoris." He took hold of the tiny extension between his fingers and rubbed it gently. A sort of delicious joy floated into me and teased me. "Oh stop," I cried out in a hoarse whisper. Thus seeing that the male and the female apparatus are suited to their respective functions, we shall now proceed to where they are brought into contact with each other. You look tired, Miss Penvill. Pray lie down on the bed while I go on with the lesson." Unsuspectingly I laid myself down on the bed on my back. My nerves were all tingling and feeling a sort of burning sensation. Thompson continued.
"The male organ in an excited state always is on the look out for a lodging. Thus there is mutual help, as you will presently see. Here I press the male organ into the female organ, you see the clitoris the electric button presses upon it and is rubbed while the rod slowly merges." Thompson was above me and forcing his gigantic rod into my organ. I wanted to scream out but controlled myself. He went on calmly. "When the organ tries to enter a virgin it is always obstructed by a partition inside the hole, but if one can easily get a male organ in it is to be understood that some other instrument has been already in force. In the present case, there is little obstruction and if my surmise is correct, Miss Penvill, may I.. . "
I guessed his question with a blush and hurriedly said, "Only an unripe banana, Mr. Thompson."
"Well, banana or not, it has done a neat work, and here I am completely through. The mere insertion of the organ will stimulate and further excite the parties concerned and as a result the male organ wants to move about in its dwelling and so wishes the female organ. This always results in a to and fro motion which excites both the male and female membranes and a kind of lubricating liquid exudes from both the organs, lubricating the concerned parts which makes the movement delicious." He was suiting his actions to his orders and after a few motions to and fro lifted his organ out and made me feel the sticky juice over it.
"In this connection we should know something about the breast. The breasts of women are directly connected to the sexual nerves and a touch on the breasts produces marvelous effects. They always like to be massaged and dallied with." His hands made bold with my bare bosom. He pinched them, crushed them and squeezed them.
The sexual impulse is carried from the chief organs to all the other organs of the body which contribute their might during the occasion. Thus the hands go round each other and legs twine, lips meet in kisses and cheeks are pressed against cheeks.
I lay gasping in his arms kissed by him. I was so much excited that I returned all his caresses and begged him to go on with his actions and stop his lecture. "You like?" he murmured and proceeded to make me happy. He knelt on the bed upright and lifting me up by the hips asked me to encircle my legs round his waist which I did with great eagerness. Then holding my hips with both his hands he forced his organ into the orifice and moved my hips about as to proceed a to and fro position of his organ inside me. Gradually the movements became rapid and I felt a wave of exultation and happiness sweep over me as I gave place to an emission inside me. Thompson was busy yet. He was now drawing his rod with full force and with lighting quickness. The close was at hand, and with a last mightly stroke which sent his organ hurling into its complete length he injected into me a warm liquid which sent my nerves all into a state of utter happiness, while he lay over me in a dreary manner. I hugged him and kissed him again and again till he awoke and bestirred himself. His organ had shrunk to a fourth of its size and was oozing out some white liquid. I got up from my reclining position and walking up to my wash stand, brought a tumbler of water, and holding it near the shrunken hero I took hold of it in my hand and slipped it into the tumbler where I cleaned it carefully after which I wiped it with a clean towel.
Thompson took me in his hands and kissed me in thanks. Then he arrayed himself in his garments, with help, and then assisted me to get into mine. We came out as if nothing had happened. I told Marie that Mr. Thompson would have some coffee and ordered her to have it served in the drawing room. When she had left the coffee on the table and retired I thanked Thompson over a steaming cup for his instructive lesson in sex and hoped that he would continue the lesson whenever he found opportunity and leisure. He smiled and said that he was always at my disposal and that I had only to command. Then we parted. I had five more lessons from him before I returned to my studies and they were lovely, interesting and fine, you know."
That the audience was more excited than before could be easily seen from their position. Jack and Laura were in close embrace while hearing the experience. Dick was having his hand round the waist of Joy, who was busy with her story. And Joe had taken Mary in his arms while she snuggled closer to him and pressed her beating heart to his. Silence reigned for a few minutes. Then Joe broke it by saying. "Come, Laura, you are the next. Let us have your version."
LAURA BOTHER HAM am twenty-three now. My dear friend, when first I felt the limb forced into me I was nineteen years old. It happened in Lahore, when my father, Colonel Bother-ham, had been posted specially on account of some frontier troubles. My mother had died in my tenth year and I was the gem of my Dad's eyes since then. Wherever he went I followed and formed one of the regiment.
A few days after coming to Lahore my father announced during breakfast that he would have to go to Peshawer for a couple of days. Would I mind being left alone, of course there would be the servants and he would also order a special sepoy to attend on me during his absence. I said I had no objection as it was only for a couple of days. That evening, Dad left for Peshawer and a sepoy entered, saluted me and said in Hindustani of which I had picked up a few words that he had come to watch the house during Colonel's absence. "What is your name?" I asked him. "Gulab Singh, Memsahib," he answered courteously, and saluted.
He was a young man of twenty-five, broad breasted and looked very strong and active. He was fair of color, though not so fair as Europeans, and had a very handsome face. I gave him a mat and a pillow and stationed him outside my room so that he may rush to my assistance if I had need of him. I supped early that night and returned to bed and soon was fast a sleep. It was about one o'clock in the morning when I suddenly woke up to a sound of pattering on the floor of the room, and getting up in the bed I saw a mouse running about. I was afraid to get down as the mouse had run beneath my cot. "Gulab Singh, Gulab Singh," I called out hoarsely. The door opened and the young sepoy rushed in. "There is a mouse inside the room just underneath my bed," I whispered. "Look," and kneeling on all fours on my bed I bent down to see the brute beneath. My buttocks were turned towards the sepoy and my face below the level of the bed away from him. I must have formed a pretty picture in that position. In the excitement my gown had moved aside and had left my buttocks and other hind portions uncovered and as I lay on my knees with my thighs wide apart it had naturally cleaved my organ open and there it was awaiting some inmate. The sepoy, who had merely a dhoti on, disposed of it quickly and the next thing I felt was a huge club-like thing forcing a way into my delicate organ. I wanted to scream, but thinking of the chance kept quiet but struggled to get free. The sepoy threw my gown over my head, which further complicated the situation. He was bending over my back, his hands gripping my breasts like a vice and his organ pressed against the place of desire. The hole was too small for such a demon of an organ. Bending my head down I could see the gigantic rod about the size of my ankle. It was forcing a way and I felt the greatest pain and with great difficulty refrained from screaming. I thought the force would tear my pussy and cajoled him from doing so. Gulab Singh only parted my thighs wider and slightly gained the entrance. I could feel the throbbing of the head of his penis within me. He kept quiet for a moment and I thought he was going to withdraw it for once and all. I was mistaken. Suddenly I felt his right arm pressed against my mouth and he gave a mighty plunge which drove in his club to the hilt. I almost fainted with the pain and gave a cry which was smothered by his hand. Gulab began his business in earnest and at every movement of his I expected my organ to tear but they bravely withstood the onslaught. And as the huge ram glided in and out swiftly, I felt a sense of pleasure steal over me which increased with every additional plunge of the mighty ram. It went in and out swiftly, I felt a sense of pleasure steal over me which increased with every additional plunge of the mighty ram. It went in and out as if it were a part of a great machine. Seeing I was not making any more trouble but was feeling the pleasure of the action, Gulab Singh removed his hand from my mouth and used them to better advantage on my breasts while the mighty piston went on entering. Every moment my bliss was reaching the summit till suddenly T felt the sweetness of joy and knew that it was worth all the pain in the world. I was gasping and felt very happy. That gigantic ram battered on without stopping. Still the huge strength the fellow had amazed me, for he must have been at it for more than fifteen minutes and in and out went the huge limb quicker and quicker, till I felt my old desires returning afresh. The full strokes sent charges of stimulation through me and I felt the pleasure run through me all over my body. The movement became more rapid and again I reached the summit of my joy with a glorious effusion inside me. Gulab Singh pressed my body close with his arms and quickly thrust his huge member to its complete length four more times and I felt as if the flood gates of bliss had been thrown open. For from his weapon syringed a huge volume of liquid which completely deluged my organ and sent a quiver of extreme pleasure speeding up my nerves. Thus, we rested for a few minutes, his organ still within me, dripping with the precious essence. Then I stirred from my recumbent position and got down from the bed. I turned towards Gulab and found him standing passively. He was still naked and his organ was still rigid and as ready for active service as ever. It was truly an immense thing. It was about a foot long and I could only half grasp it with my hand. My bed clothes became tossed about, and ruffled and many stains on the sheets bear witness to the pleasant combat.
I returned to Gulab and asked him, "How came you to do such a thing Gulab."
"It was all your fault, Mem-saheb," he said submissively. "I was dreaming about my wife when you called and when I entered half asleep you turned round and disclosed your heavenly organ wide open and most tempting and even angels would not have withheld from what I have done."
"It does not matter, Gulab," I answered him with my hand on his shoulder. "You have done well. Try to do the same thing tomorrow night also and, I will not forget your kindness. Now go."
I closed the door behind him and removing the stained sheets, spread fresh ones over the bed and was soon fast asleep on them.
Gulab served me in the same manner the next night also which was more pleasant on account of our mutual liking and I cannot say I have met an equal to Gulab in the matter of firing up to this day.
"A point of order, Laura," came the excited voice of Joe. "That being the first attack on you, did you not bleed during the deed?"
"No, my dear Joe" answered Laura. "Being very fond of cleanliness it is my habit from my early days to spare no part during my bath, and I took particular care about my genitals. My fingers daily probing the organs had gradually removed the usual obstruction and left the way clear for the stranger."
Laura Botherham's exciting adventure had removed the shyness of the audience and there they lay without any more secrets, in each other arms.
May had flung her legs round Joe and was pressing her throbbing bosom to him.
Jack was beyond control and kissed Joy to his innermost heart. Joy was returning all his caresses with double interest. The strong club of Jack was pressing against the buckle, and it seemed that any moment the buttons would give way to its force.
Dick had loosened his trousers and the scarlet tip of his piston could be seen jetting out among the folds. Laura, who had been sitting up while relating her narrative, was hugging him by his neck while Dick poured kisses on her countenance Her shoulder straps had fallen on one side and the loose net bodice had slipped down, exposing her two ivory breasts erect and glowing with passion.
Then came the turn of Dick to relate his experience. With a sigh he sat up and began his tale. Laura had her head in his lap and could feel the warmth of his swinging cock against her cheek.
DICK WILKINSON
Nothing not worthy happened to me in my early days and when I had my first debut I was twenty-two years of age, roughly four years back.
After finishing my education at Cambridge I found myself thrown on my own resources, being an orphan and the uncle who had been helping having died leaving me a small inheritance. I had good friends and my uncle had introduced me to several influential men in the commercial line.
It was one of the latter who came to my help. Mr. Harry of Messers. Harry and Coalfield and Co., dealers in diamonds and high class jewelry wanted me to be a traveling representative of his firm. He offered a tempting salary which I at once accepted.
In the beginning there was no traveling work for me. I was asked to stay in the office itself and to learn the trade. There were many other young men in the firm as traveling representatives and I noticed that Messers.
Harry and Coalfield Co. engaged only very handsome young men in their services. I was considered to be a very handsome youth during my school days and even some of my college mates used to tease me over my appearance.
Then I did not understand the motive of the company in getting the services of good looking young men only. But in course of time I did.
A month after I had been initiated into the firm I was attending to the sales in the show room and assisting generally. Suddenly there was a strange feeling round the room. The shop people talked in a low voice and looked towards the doorway.
Mr. Harry was coming slowly and politely talking to a lady who was taking a look all around.
I cast a questioning glance at one of the men next to me. He explained. "It is Madam Sielle Jean Vauxhall, the richest woman in London. She patronizes this firm and comes often to buy diamonds and jewels, but more for choosing some of the unadvertised ornaments."
"What are they?" I asked, puzzled.
"You will know soon, young man," he replied and moved away.
Mr. Harry was taking Madam Sielle Jean round the shop and pointing out different adornments and the latest fashioned jewelry. Madam Sielle looked at these things casually and passed her eye on to the young man at the counter. So on they passed, counter after counter, and came to one near which I stood.
"We have received a new sapphire necklace from Persia. It is a beauty and a feast for the eyes, Madam Seille! Mr. Harry was telling history says that it was the heirloom of an ancient Pasha.
Then turning to me he ordered, "Mr. Wilkinson, please show Sielle Jean that sapphire necklace we got from Jehean."
I opened the glass case and lay the sapphire on the table. Madam Stella topk it up, but was staring at me.
I could see her heart was beating fast by the rise and fall of her bust. Her face flushed and her eyes shone.
She turned to Mr. Harry, "I will take this necklace, Mr. Harry. Will you kindly send the thing home through this young man?" pointing to me.
"With pleasure, Madam," murmured the chief partner of the firm, and the beautiful Madam Jean glided out.
I was called to the chief partner's private room within half an hour.
You are to go to Madam Sielle's apartment and give her the necklace. She will give you a cheque for ten thousand pounds. You are also granted a week's holiday which is every representative's due whenever he goes on tour."
I bowed, and taking the box containing the jewel, placed it safely in an inner pocket and proceeded on my duty. The company's car was placed at my disposal and soon I was whirling down the streets of London.
I was wondering why Madam Jean particularly said 'send it by the young man.' And the puzzling words of the shop men about unadvertised ornaments' was a riddle. Well, everything comes to the man who waits.
The car stopped in front of a villa in the outskirts of London and I jumped out. The place was beautifully kept and the garden round the house was exceedingly beautiful. I boldly entered the villa and was met by a French maid in the hall to whom I gave my card. She took it in and returned in a few seconds, saying that Madam was willing to see me. I followed her up a flight of stairs which led to central hall and left me there.
I was mystified and stood gazing rapturously at the panels and the exquisite furniture of the hall. A distant voice said, "Come in."
I ventured further and found that there was a room on one side of the hall door-way of which was hidden by a screen.
I entered into the room and the next moment I saw that I was in the bed-room of the lady. A beautiful rosewood cot was near the window, whose lower glass doors were shut. There were two costly settees near the bed, a couple of huge mirrors hung opposite each other at opposite ends of the bed. In a corner of the room was a washstand and toilet apparatus.
Finally my eyes rested on the sole occupant of the room. A young woman, little and gracefully tall. She was only half-clad, her body above the waist being naked. Her back was turned to me as she was standing in front of a mirror and I could see the artistic line of her back glide down and hide itself in the garments round the waist. Her long tresses were arrayed beautifully round her head and enhanced her loveliness. I looked beyond into the mirror and found a bewitching face gazing at me. She had sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks and her red lips looked inviting. From her small chin my eyes wandered down her slender neck to a pair of turbulent globes that jutted out as if challenging my hands. By themselves they were a treasure and their lips were like rubies set on a ball of ivory.
From her navel a pink depression, started a pretty row of auburn hair which formed a line and marched down, growing more bushy at every step till they were hidden in the garments.
I was excited and wanted to see more. The witch who had been all this while watching my roaming eyes smiled and turned towards me.
"You have brought the necklace, have you?" she asked gently, which brought me back to my senses. I was once more the firm's representative. I took out the box from my pocket and placed it down differentially on the table.
She opened the box and taking the necklace out, walked to a settee in front of me and seated herself on it. She leaned back and lifting up her leg threw them apart on the arms of a chair in front. As if a button had been touched her clinging garments fell on the floor, leaving her completely nude and my heart a palpitation. I was down into the net of her beauty. I glanced at the continuation of the bushy hair which curved down the gentle slope of the abdomen and spread into a curly garden between her thighs. In the midst of this was a red line which opened into a rosy aperture as her thighs parted further. Though I had never been with a woman before, the man in me cried out and I felt my organ rise rebelliously against my trousers. I felt an itching to take the woman in my arms and kiss her. I wanted to rub my clamoring cock on her breasts.
Pop! My Lord! My turbulent prick had burst one of my trouser buttons and was peeping out of the hole thus created. I had never felt him so furious and the swelling red glans bored up as if saying, "I must and will be satisfied."
At the sound of the falling button Jean Vouxhall looked up and found the reason and her cheeks dimpled with a smile. I tried to cover my shame by pressing, my hand on the spot.
"Don't mind it, my friend Wilkinson. Never act against nature. It will be better to satisfy your organ than to quiet it by force. I do not mind helping you if you will undress," came the gentle words of the French angel.
I stood as if in a dream. "You feel shy, don't you?" said Jean. "I will come and help you if you want," and she jumped out of the settee and, coming to me swiftly, unbuttoned my upper garments and they fell down one after another in a heap. Before I could raise a word of remonstration, her hands busied themselves with the trouser buttons, and soon I was standing as naked as when I was born.
"You are the loveliest young man I have ever come across," she burst out, and coming near she passed her hands all over my frame till they rested on my erect organ. Her touch enflamed my excited nerves and without more ado I took her in my arms and poured kiss after kiss on her adorable ears, eyes, cheeks and lips.
I grappled with her breasts and crushed them with my hands and strained her to me till she cried "Oh," with pain. It was heaven. I buried my face in her sweet-smelling hair and in a close embrace stood quickly for a moment.
Then Jean dragged me to a settee and seating herself made me stand before her. She again caught my prick fervently and pressed it to her breasts, her cheeks and lips murmuring gently. She moved it softly with her fingers and smoothed the hairy vegetation that tufted the roof of the shaft. She tried to bend it and twist it. At last she placed it between her lips and began to suck the head, which tickled me so much that T thrust the full length of the organ into her mouth which made her gasp. I drew it half out, leaving half of it in her mouth.
My passion was increasing every moment, till at last, quite impatient I begged her to lie down on the bed, which she did. I got up beside her and bent down over her so that my poker was above her lips and my mouth over her cleft. I bent down and kissed the rosy doors and sent my tongue roaming round the hole. I pressed my face against the auburn hair and rubbed my cheeks against her clitoris. I playfully bit the labia and gently parting them sent my tongue in.
With the excitement down went my rod into Jean's mouth and while my rod pumped into her mouth my tongue dipped in and out of the divine hole.
Suddenly, I felt Jean take the organ away from her mouth. "We are cheating ourselves of our full share of joy, dear! The proper organ in the proper place produces the proper pleasure. In our present engagement we would have attained only partial joy." Now she led me to a chair and sitting on it leaned back and lifted up her legs. Thus the buttocks and the hole of her cunt was exposed to my view. I fell to, holding the cock in my hand. I placed it on the hole and pressed it in. Then I bent over and threw my hands round her in a crushing embrace. I felt her uplifted legs on my shoulders and her arms round my neck. Thus poised I drove my rod right in till it would go in no more. I felt the soft sucking lips of the vulva clinging round my cock.
I needed no teacher, for passion led me along the necessary paths and soon I was gliding the shaft in and out of the lubricated cell. Jean clung to me as if for her life. She kissed me, licked and pressed her cheeks against mine. She rubbed her breasts against my bosom and hugged with all her strength. But my passion was more fearful. I had bitten her on her cheeks and lips and could see the impressions of my teeth. I had strained her close so that she could scarcely breath though she did not complain.
My untiring chap plowed and churned, giving me the greatest pleasure and promising me a greater pleasure to come. I gathered speed. The arrow flashed in and out with great rapidity. The arms of Jean strengthened round my neck and her lips were pressed to mine. She was gasping like a fish but happy.
I also felt as if the prick of Heaven had delivered such full strokes that suddenly I found myself in the midst of the promised happiness.
Jean had swooned. I lifted her in my hands without altering the position or removing the intimacy of the organs, and carried her to the bed where softly placing her, I rested over her. Thus she found me when she opened her eyes ten minutes later and smiled happily.
I stayed with her for fours days and enjoyed all the happiness that could be tasted by a man. I was back on the day due, a wiser man feeling thankful for the kind services of the firm. Everybody laughed mischievously at me and I understood that the traveling agents were the unadvertised ornaments the young ladies were after when they came in for purchasing.
The story had not been delivered in vain, for even during the narration the hands of Laura had gone into the folds of trousers in search of the tempting serpent. By the end of the adventure she was the proprietress of the organ which was the hero of the tale.
Joy had thrown off her dress and having deprived Jack of his clung to him till all his parts touched her and she could feel the pressure of his cock against her fissure.
Joe had May in his arms, her garments kicked away and his trousers and he was rubbing his penis against the door of Heaven till May bit him in the lips and clung to him like a tendril.
It was May's turn. She got up unwillingly and Joe laid his eager head on her soft thigh and his eyes peered into the dark depths of her organ.
I began my sexual education from my sixteenth year, probably earlier than you all. I was said to be a very naughty girl and kept under strict control. I was left an orphan in my tenth year and my guardian, my uncle, Louis Mitchell, brought me up among his offspring, of which he had many. George, his eldest son, was a boy of my age and a handsome one.
One day when I was sixteen years of age George and I were playing hide and seek within the house and in a moment of careless rush fell over a mirror in the hall and broke it.
Mrs. Mitchell was a very harsh woman and always for treating children unkindly.
The crash brought my aunt to the accident and it was a terror to see her furious face.
"What have you done?" she roared. "I will have you both locked up in the attic and you won't have any supper for the night. You shall die of cold, you mischievous beasts "
The crash brought Uncle Mitchell from his room and he requested my aunt to be more sparing.
Instead she turned on him and screamed "It is you who spoil them. They have grown mischievous and unbearable. They shall suffer for these iniquities."
Forthwith we were marched up the stairs till we reached the topmost portion of the house. This was divided into a landing and two low rooms. There was a separate door to each room from the landing and each room was connected to each other by an intermediate door.
Aunt thrust each of us in a room and locked us in and we heard her grinding her teeth. When I was left to myself it was four in the evening and the wind rather chill. I had only my usual dress, which was not proof against chill weather. I had only shivered and could hear George's teeth chattering on the other side of the wall. The room was a very small one without any furniture, scarcely long enough to allow me to sit down and stretch my legs. If I stood up and stretched horizontally my arms I could touch any two of the four walls. I knew George's room also was about the same size. It would have been better if both of us had been confined in the same room. Then the intermediate door came to my mind. I tried it and found that it was bolted on the other side. I tapped on the door and called to George in a whisper. On his answering I asked him if he could open the door and come Into my room. There was a moment fumbling about the bolt, a dull creak and the next minute the door swung round and I saw the smiling face of George. He entered my room and closed the door after him.
"Damn her!" he said vehemently. "She fusses over little things. Does she not, May? I wish I were not her son."
Instinctively I pressed close to him owing to the cold, and he snuggled nearer to me.
There were two open windows high above one on each side of the room. If they could be closed there would not be so much wind about, I thought and told George.
He bent down and I scrambled on his back and with little difficulty closed both the windows. The room became dark.
"There is light in the other room which we may utilize, thanks to the carelessness of your aunt," laughed George. He slipped across to his room and brought the light, and taking a match from his pocket lit the lamp which served as a lamp rest.
We sat down in the middle of the room close to each other. We imparted warmth to each other. His right arm passed round my waist and my left round his.
I was just beginning to put on a tiny elevation on my bosom, yet large enough to distinguish the woman in me. My left breast pressed against his back and I felt a kind of new and pleasant feeling, which made me lean towards him and my left hand given thus more freedom fell between his thighs on something hard and elastically long which I understood to be his excited prick. More to my wonder, George pressed his thighs together and crushed my hand against that organ which I could feel rolling about beneath his panties like a wooden roller.
"Some portions are warmer in our body, May, than others," said George pointing to my thighs. "I always find my thighs and lower abdomen warmer than any other part of the body. Is it the same with you too?"
With that he thrust his hand between my thighs and pressed it against the newly opened portals. The new, pleasant sensation multiplied a thousand-fold, and I closed my thighs on his hand and held it there as if in a vice.
I felt the roller beneath his clothes move up and down more briskly in spite of the pressure I became more daring and inquisitive. I boldly unbuttoned his panties till they were ready to fall away and bent down to see the wonderful thing that raised my curiosity.
No sooner had the clothes that hindered its movements been removed than the object of my search jumped up like a jack in the box. It was shaped like a candle generally and had a head that bulged out in flashing red color. It was about seven inches long and its skin was loose and could be moved about. There was a bed of tiny hairs just sprouting curled gracefully round the base of the instrument. I could not lift my eyes from it and thought it to be a wonderful thing. I had the faintest ideas about its virtues and usages. I took the darling in my hand and gripping, softly licked at it from all directions. How rigid it was and how obstinately unbending !
George kissed me and I looked up. "Your hand on the kid gives me joy," he said.
"Look here," he continued. "We are above here from any prying eyes. The room is warm enough. Let us remove our clothing and see more of each other," and getting up freed myself from my garments. I felt a sort of excitement rush throughout my body. George had also stripped himself of his garments and was gloating over me.
I formed a pretty picture standing with my back which exposed my two rising buttocks to their fullest advantage. My close cropped hair fell about my ears in golden curls and down below. George would have seen the beginnings of a forest in its infant stage, curling all over and round the center of attraction.
"What a tender morsel you are," whispered George, and I heard in him a man's voice which sent a thrill into me. He came close to me, gently played his fingers on my breasts and tickled the tiny conical tips. He threw his left arm round my neck and holding me close pressed his right hand down my belly and on till it rested on the infant vegetation. His cheek pressed against the parts gently rubbed against the small curly hairs and rested against the small cave.
"What next?" I wondered, expecting a great deal more, as matters cannot end this abruptly.
Then with a turn he stood in front of me, threw his right arm round my waist, his left round my shoulders crushed me abruptly against his frame. My breasts lay crushed on his bosom and I felt his weapon pushing against the innocent doorway. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and oh! what a sweet moment it was!
All this only added to the torments of the already excited nerves and there was an uncanny craving within me which I could not understand nor describe. The pleasure of the rigid, extended organ against my secret parts slightly answered the craving but increased further my emotional excitement. Something must be done!
The two same kind of things seemed to have been going inside George's mind also for I felt his circling arms tighten and the pressure against my crevice increased. It was pleasant yet unsatisfying. I writhed and twisted in the hands of George with passion and pressed more on the encroaching limb till I was exhausted.
"How are we to satisfy ourselves?" whispered the innocent George. "I want to do something with my prick."
"I am also dying of excitement," I replied.
He passed a single finger over my vulva as if in search of something. I felt the finger move about carefully and at last find its way into the hole. It went quite further in easily till there was no more finger to go. Then he tried the passage with two fingers and found no obstruction.
The two probing fingers sent a rush of maddening sensation all over me, so that I threw both my arms round George and kissed him.
"That's it," he said. "I have found out the way to satisfy ourselves. I will push my organ into the hole and that will do for both of us."
I was shocked! I had in a playful mood thrust a candle into the hole a few months ago with the result I felt the greatest pain and had spoiled a new gown with blood.
"It will hurt. Let us try," he answered. "It pains we can leave it off."
Next, how to set about the act was the question.
The room was too small for us to lie down. Kid George wanted a good deal of space for painless handling. George gave direction. "You just leave your back on the opposite wall. By pressing the legs firmly on the wall you can keep yourself in position between the two walls and above the floor. Separate your thighs as far as possible so that there may be the least hindrance possible to the organ's free movement.
I did accordingly. I pressed back against the wall and lifting one leg planted a foot on the opposite wall and then the other with some pressure of the legs I found myself hoisted up pleasantly. Then I gently separated my legs till the thighs were wide apart and the mouth of the virgin soil gaping out as if in expectation.
George stood between my legs. My head was in the same level with his. The sight of my open organ stimulated him. He took his upright shaft in his right hand and slowly placed it at the mouth of the cavity. It seemed bigger than the hole and I wondered fearfully how it could go in. With his hand he pushed the head of the shaft gently in, and the entrance of the bulging glans inside me, gave me such an amount of unexpected pleasure that I awaited further developments with a beating heart and a still body.
The head of the organ thus lodged, George drew his left arm round my neck and supported my buttocks with his right. I threw both my hands around him. The pressure of my hand round his waist pushed in a little more of the rod into my hole and then I felt pain.
"Oh, it hurts," I said in a whisper, but I would not allow him to withdraw the poker.
The turbulent rod moved about like a caged reptile in that limited space and these slight movements were so maddeningly sweet that I hugged onto George closer than ever. George too was growing more passionate till, in an uncomfortable moment, he pressed more forcibly than ever and sent his fearful prick on right into my vitals. "Oh," I cried out with pain.
No, George would not be stopped. No amount of requesting had any effect on him. His huge organ thundered in and out of me like a ship in a sail. I removed my legs and tried to slip to the ground. But he was supporting my buttocks and would not let me down. I had to lie passively, yielding to his manipulations. But soon, to my surprise, I found that the movement of the bird within the cage gave more pleasure than pain and in course of time the pain altogether vanished and left me floating in a sea of indescribable joy.
With the passing of every moment the working of the organ became more rapid and the pleasure proportionately increasing. George seemed to be maddened for he blindly flashed his rod with furious rapidity which I instinctively knew could not last long. The end came soon. The organ withdrawn to its greatest length was pushed back to its complete measurement with a tremendous force and a stream of a thick liquid spouted out into me which raised me to the ecstasies. This served only to kindle me. Though George looked as if he had reached his destination, I felt far from it.
I asked him to allow me, to stand on the floor, and him to move back slowly without the organ being dislodged, till his back rested on the wall. I asked him to rest on the wall as I did and allow me to continue the attack till I was satisfied.
We arranged ourselves accordingly when to my sorrow the stiff rod of my hero began to drop and put on an unsoldierly appearance. It shrank into a small dangling tube wrinkled and apparently innocent. In such a position I could not cajole it into me, for it was too soft and yielding.
"Wait a few minutes, darling," whispered George confidently. He knew more about his pet than I. I stood quiet while he handled my breasts, embraced me and kissed me and pressed his hands against my unsatisfied hungry organ and fanned his passion till it glowed out and burst into a flame. The little innocent looking toy spread out and developed in every direction till it was the glorious and beautiful weapon of my desire.
And even as it bulged out and I clasped it in my eager hands, at which it doubled its length and size at a jump and was once more the unyielding and unsparing master.
I was fully aflame with passion and with no time to waste. With the stiff pole in my hand I thrust it slowly into its socket and pressed till it was completely engulfed inside me.
I passed my hand round George's head while he held my breasts with his hands. My hips moved forward and backward in an agony of desire, exposing and swallowing the excellent piston. Something bade me move quicker.
I gasped for breath, but staggered on, every moment passing over untrodden paths of pleasure till at last I sank over George in complete exhaustion, having reached the heavenly terminal. The walls of secret joy inside me seemed to gush out and draw me in happiness. But the rod inside was yet untried. George kept his position but holding my hips closely to keep me in constant position he moved his body and felt his prick moving in and out as before and not rest till he had again filled the cup of bliss with his beautiful fluid.
How sweet the world was! That night we slept pleasantly and happily in each other's arms, forgetful of the outside world, the cramped room and the cold wind outside.
The birds awoke us early next morning, and getting up we dressed leisurely. We were still clothed with last night's pleasure and kissed each other in the shape of gratitude. With the bustle of the awakened world came back the knowledge of our situation. We thought it wise to separate and each remain in our separate room with the intermediate door innocently bolted as before. We were released soon after.
Having tasted the delights of sex once I could not hold myself from it for a long period. I contrived to find many an occasion that could profitably be spent by me and George to our mutual happiness. He continued to be my sole manipulator for a year after which he was forced to embark for Canada in the interests of Mr. Mitchell, and I had to turn to another for help.
Her story finished, May fell back into the hands of Joe and was soon in his embrace.
The weary castaway, by this time their passions so enflamed they could hardly contain themselves, chose to forego the pleasure of the remaining stories in favor of an immediate orgy, and the scene of lustful, delightful pleasures they engaged in there on the beach must be left to the reader's imagination. After all, to intrude upon them at a time like that would be an unpardonable invasion of privacy.