This excitement, he knew, must be largely sexual in its nature, despite her probable ignorance of the fact… and it presaged for him, when he should so wish, an amoureuse par excellence…
As the delay continued and he heard the dismayed Rose actually struggling with the frantic woman to force her to this added complaisance, he allowed a low, muttered word of command to become audible…
There were two scared exclamations from behind the partition, and then silence for a brief moment. And then a vision of maddening loveliness and entire indiscretion made its first appearance on the stage. Just as Rose had done a little earlier, so now Mrs. Doris Tasker was framing for his pleasure in that square opening… all her lovely bared sexualities.
The dark red gold of her sex hair… nearly bronze in this light… showed first at the base of the quivering, flat belly. Then, gradually, as she managed to contort herself under the guidance of Rose, the distracted matron raised her legs against the wall and parted them… to such a very grudging extent… that he could barely discern the softly carmine line of her sex descending from her plump little mound.
And now for the first time he touched her. He gently laid a fingertip between the closed thighs… which were at once pressed tightly together in dismay… pressing his hand between their warm, velvety surfaces.
“Is someone playing tricks on me…?” he demanded, in seeming annoyance at the gesture.
“Wider… wider… Mr. Tasker…” protested the startled Rose. “If once you annoy him… he may come in here… and then… heaven knows what will happen.”
With a smothered moan of dismay, the recumbent woman parted her legs… abruptly. And now the lavish display of her nude intimacies made Francis shudder with passion and delight.
He toyed with her naked charms in a manner calculated to convert into unwilling but crazed desire the agitation which already permeated her whole being. From her white throat gurgled hoarse little sounds which Doris was unable to repress, and which were half cooing and half wailing in their nature.
She exclaimed at last-almost at the limit of her endurance as his linger gently teased her sex. She stiffened and cried out suddenly as he buried his forefinger to its full extent in the warm, moist sheath, which clung to it ardently. And when he resumed that intensive fingertip play upon her tiny, stiff clitoris, Doris cried out sharply, and, trembling in all of her flesh that was visible, collapsed on the sofa which was supporting her body.
“I think… she's fainted!” came the alarmed voice of Rose from the next room.
“No…. ohh-n-no!” was heard in a smothered exclamation. “I–I c-can't s-stand it! I shall d-die… just die!”
“Is she in the state in which I want her. Rose?” queried Francis quietly.
“I guess so!” said Rose. “She seems almost crazy.”
“Then get her in position for me-press her well into the panel opening,” he ordered. “I'll show her a kind of panel game she never heard of. You will be the first one, Doris, that I've taken through a hole in the wall. But perhaps your innate modesty will be grateful for that.”
“On her knees?” faltered Rose. “Or-or how?”
“No… silly-as she was just now!” he answered.
It is improbable that the stricken Doris, if she heard any of this conversation, understood a syllable of it. She was rolling and tossing in such a frenzy on the couch that the springs creaked. And now Rose was struggling breathlessly to adjust the lovely, naked body to the opening in the way which Francis desired-with the legs parted and raised.
“I… I can't manage her,” panted Rose. “She wriggles and twists so-and closes her legs together… and sighs and throws her arms about.”
“Doris!” called the man, sharply and clearly.
Through the confused mists of her distracted condition his voice penetrated. She gave a wail of misery-and then yielded to the directing hands of Rose. The latter mounted the foot of the sofa and managed to get the lovely body into the position desired. Standing there, she held the legs by the ankles-and kept them apart.
“Her groove is beautifully exposed now.” said Francis. “Just keep her like that-don't let her close her legs.”
Not satisfied with lowering his nether garments, he removed them entirely. He was aflame with desire by this time. And the unusual manner of his intended penetration of this lovely woman whose pouting sex was thus offered to him added fuel to his flames.
With his immense prick thrusting proudly ahead of him-he drew near his pouting, inflamed target. The instant that Doris felt that smooth warmth touching her secret lips, she gave a sudden cry and then, as he went on in-she was in wild if half-conscious motion-jerking her belly and her expanded crotch up and down in an ecstasy of excitement-not in the least realizing as yet what was at hand.
“I… I can't hold her-she is jerking so!” gasped the struggling Rose.
“Doris!” he warned again-and again the woman feebly moaned and subsided-as he pursued his aims.
There was a long inhalation of her breath as the huge head of his prick pressed the soft and yielding lips of her slit inwards. She shook as in an ague for a moment- and then, as he gained ground and the lips of her sex were strained to admit part of that ruby head, she gave a deep moan from her very heart-a moan that was replete with a sombre rapture.
She awakened now to the reality of what was going on within her lovely body.
“Almighty God!” she gasped. “I'm being taken-he's… h-he's h-having m-me!”
With another firm pressure, Francis Freeman managed to lodge the entire head of his prick within the congested lips. The woman writhed-and cried out hoarsely-as she felt her intimate flesh thus invaded.
“Lie still!” be commanded, and her movements ceased abruptly, though she continued to sigh and shiver.
“Yes! I am… 'having' you,” he said. “In the search for a fitting punishment, and one that would linger in your mind I could think of none more effective than this. I will guarantee that you remember this fuck as long as you live. Have you any objection to offer to it?”
Her breathing was one long drawn “o-o-o-h,” and he could surmise that she was incapable of intelligent speech.
“I can feel,” he said… somewhat uncertainly, as the most delicious sensations possessed him, “I can feel the delicate-but fortunately elastic lips of your cunt cling hotly to the weapon which they have housed. I may tell you, perhaps to your relief, that it seems to me that you are so constructed as to admit me with much less difficulty than Rose experienced at first.”
“And now-as I press further within your lovely body — promising to stop instantly if you show any signs of real pain… I ask you again if you can think of ally valid reason why I shouldn't enjoy you if I wish?”
In the faint cry which Doris gave in reply there was a mad ecstasy-but no pain whatever. For the brief pressure which accompanied his remarks and his question had thrilled the woman's inmost passions as they had never been thrilled before.
“No… n-no!” she stammered. “I can offer no objection-you will do as you wish! Ohh! God… God in Heaven — I think I'm dying — with delight!”
It was with real relief that Francis realized now that his surmise had been correct — that the clinging inner channels of this superb beauty who housed him in part were far more elastic than those of the lovely Rose.
For with Rose he had worked for the best part of an hour before attaining a complete penetration of her delicious cunt-and even now, ardent and enamoured as she evidently was, it was with some apprehension as well as with burning joy, that the lovely widow who was his amorous mistress, opened her lovely legs to his approach.
But in this case-despite the outward seeming of delicacy and fragility which he had noted in the slit of the young matron which he was now possessing-he felt exultantly that he need exercise no special discretion.