“He's after me all the time,” she told him frankly, with a little moue. “But not for what you may think. He just likes to… see me and touch-he never seems to get tired of…**
“And you let him?”
“A married woman has some obligations,” she reminded him, with a shrug.
“And does he never take you?”
“He… he-very seldom,” she breathed. “Sometimes after I have lain there naked in the clear light-and pretended to be asleep and he has felt m-my body everywhere… he wants to do more…”
“But it torments rather than pleases me. Ohh-ohh- please don't let her rub me there any more… I c-can hardly stand it without screaming!”
“Go easy, Rose,” he directed. “I think you're deliberately trying to get her all wrought up again. I have a fancy that you found it less of an ordeal than you expected-to help me take her-and that you'd like to see the performance repeated-where you could watch all that went on!”
“Now I shall shave you, Doris. It is inevitable, so don't complain or wriggle about. Possibly when your husband sees how charming your naked cunt is-he will be moved to-nibble at it like his friend Bliss. You… I think from the sudden start you gave-regard that as quite sure?”
“Ohh! O-o-oh… my God!” moaned the twisting and distracted Doris-as the brush and then the fingers of Rose worked busily over the sensitive regions of her sex. “Please-please, Mr. Freeman… don't do this… don't make me so ridiculous and indecent. I shall be so ashamed… please, so ashamed!”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Francis. “You will enjoy it after you are accustomed to it I think I shall ask you to keep your pussy shaven-and use powder and lotion on it every day-to preserve the soft delicacy of your mound and slit. It will be,” he added cynically, “a real treat for your hubby too!”
“Good heavens!” wailed the shivering woman, as Rose's fingers, applying the lather where the tendrils of hair wandered between her legs, made her vibrate. “Oh! Good heavens… how shall I ever explain it to Thomas?”
“Why-I… he…” she murmured ashamedly. “Your words just reminded me that-ohh! Do I have to tell you quite everything? Am I allowed no reserves whatever?”
“Unless you wish,” he remarked, “to show your husband a reddened behind as well as a shaven pussy, you would do well to obey my orders.”
She flinched and eyed him strangely.
Why… it was only that: I recalled an odd habit he once had for kissing our daughter between the legs when she was quite young, some five or six years ago.”
“I was afraid it might develop some erotic tendencies in Louise-and I made such a fuss that he abandoned the practice. She wept and-carried on terribly at the time- which made me all the more determined to put a stop to it…”
“But she was always such a modest girl otherwise. And in any event it does not seem to have harmed her, or affected her charming maidenliness.”
“She would no more think of exposing herself now, even before her father, than jumping out of a window. Of course she… she was quite-hairless down there at the time and that was what made me recall it when you said what you did just then.
Doris's soft voice died away in a tremolo-for Francis, having shaved the entire mound, was now gripping the lips other sex with his fingertips while the razor sought out and removed the little tendrils of hair which still curled between her legs.
“Ohh… o-o-o-h!” she gasped faintly.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed the man delightedly-as he straightened up at the completion of his task. “Would you ever have recognized this cunt. Rose? It was so lovely before-but now it is exquisite in a different way… innocently lascivious. Powder and perfume her, Rose!”
“Heavens… she does look tit to kiss, doesn't she? Indeed I think you shall kiss her! That's enough of the spray and powder. Kiss the smooth mound, Rose-and the little pink slit. Why this hesitation? Obey me instantly… why, she is like a flower down there-you should feel absolutely no repugnance!”
And now, quivering with shame, Rose obeyed him. He was satisfied with the light kisses she bestowed on the smooth mound-and between the naked legs, which his hands drew apart as Doris would have clenched them together in her intense embarrassment.
“I believe in immediate punishment for any fault!” said he. “And you shall receive yours now, Rose, for that brief hesitation. Don't tremble and look a» the closet where I keep the whip. I shall not chastise you that way. But shall now prepare me-with your sweet lips-for the dedication of this childish seeming temple.”
Sinking to her knees, the humiliated Rose held out imploring hands to him.
“Not before her.” she wailed. “Ohh… I implore you! What can she-or anyone else-ever think of me… if it is known. Gladly-oh, gladly… I'll please you as you wish… but in privacy-ohh, please!”
Francis eyed the imploring woman sternly. He sat on the edge of the couch whereon lay the bewildered Doris — to whom this interchange of words meant nothing… as yet.
Upon her knees Rose crept toward him. Refusing to look at either of them, she unbuttoned his trousers-and her slim fingers plucked forth the swollen prick which the woman who had recently harbored it now saw for the first time.
At the sight Doris gasped… exclaiming in incredulous amazement as she saw the unspeakable abashed Rose now bow her head and after kissing the rigid prick all over — lick it from base to tip. And the reclining woman closed her eyes with shielding palms as she saw Rose slowly slip the shining, ruddy tip between her straining lips.
“Watch each stage of this, Doris,” commanded the man very brusquely. “If it is new to you-then it is the more vital that you should learn about it If you imagine that Rose is utterly miserable over having to suck me thus-just watch her carefully!”
Rose stiffened as she heard his words… and endeavoured to disguise the libidinous ecstasy which simply would force itself through all her shame as she felt the throbbing bulb within her wet little mouth.
But her nerves betrayed her-and presently she was flaring with a sombre delight… giving little muffled and cooing sounds from congested lips-tenderly fingering his hanging balls, and sucking down on him with a rapture which not even the inexperienced Doris could fail to detect… Rose groaned aloud with ecstasy.
“But… she loves it!” said the trembling Doris… as if to herself.
“Indeed she does!” assented the man huskily. “And so do I-and she does it marvelously! You would do well, Doris, to be preparing yourself while she is preparing me! I wish to see you finger that charming slit of yours until you spend-and thus lubricate for my admission those transformed premises which I find so attractive.”
“Ohh!” she breathed, her face one glow of carmine and her violet eyes glistening. “Ohh! You are going to take me again?”
He nodded briefly.
“But… but what is it-I must do?” she stammered.
“You must know-you were a schoolgirl not so long ago and schoolgirls learn-even if they pretend not to… the art of solitary pleasure. Let me see your forefinger or your middle finger-pushed gently within your dainty clit. Yes-that's right. Now touch your clitoris!”
At all points the subjugated, fascinated Doris obeyed him-watching intently all the time the play of Rose's lips upon his prick. But she jumped and sighed as her finger slipped between the delicate borders — where its slenderness hardly expanded the delicious orifice.
“Ah!” he remarked with gratification. “You found your little clitoris aroused and sensitive? I fancied you would. Now play upon it gently… until you spend-as I have directed you!”
In this too… with a delirious frenzy that delighted him-the woman complied. The lava which flowed in her veins as she quivered lasciviously and ardently watched Rose's delightful occupation thrust from her mind the sensual trap into which she had fallen. The masculine organ had been palpitating for some time-and Francis was timing closely the progress of Doris's indelicate occupation.