Suddenly she shook and shivered as if in a fever. She gave a vibrant little cry-and with finger still deeply imbedded, she twisted and writhed upon the couch.
“Stop, Rose!” he warned.
But the woman he addressed moaned and resisted feebly as he would have withdrawn his throbbing prick from her grasping lips.
“At once, Rose!” he warned again.
And now she obeyed-but cast herself despairingly forward to give one parting lick to the ruddy head she so adored. In firm hands he gripped the shaking, twisting body of Doris and planted her flat on her back-with widely parted legs.
“This will probably be your first real fuck!” Francis muttered. “Shove a cushion beneath her rump. Rose!”
This time he encountered no reluctance on the part of the lovely Doris Tasker-but rather a burning ardor which would have defeated his purpose had he not sternly halted her actions with words of command which beat through her delirium of desire.
It was a fornication so wonderful that Rose, recovering from her chagrin at being deprived of her adored plaything before she had achieved its crisis, vibrated to the depths of her being as she watched.
And the pair who had been driven almost crazy with bliss as they coupled-awakened from their ecstatic spasm of delight to find Rose almost out of her mind with desire and performing on herself the same delightful operation that Doris had so recently inflicted on herself.
“Shameless hussy!” exclaimed the man smilingly. “You were not told to use your fingers thus! It is never permitted without my express directions — remember that. And in atonement-and for your delay a few minutes ago… you may resume the pleasant recreation you then enjoyed. But perhaps you may not enjoy it so much this time, for I expect you to cleanse me thoroughly.”
Yet it was with a hungry little cry that Rose, lowering her white skirt, fell upon the dangling, still moist member which he had just withdrawn from the vibrating body of Doris Tasker. The fact that it was gleaming with his dew and hers repelled Rose not at all-in her deep yearning to feel it once more in her mouth.
It was soft-yet still formidable in size. Hut this was the first time that the handsome widow had encountered it in such a state that she could, without difficulty, ring it with her warm lips.
She gurgled with joy even over its shrunken condition.-finding that she could cram so much more of its lovely flesh into her eager mouth. She did not seem to mind now, if she noted at all-the startled eyes of Doris upon her.
Yet even in her absorption over her delicious task, she treated the yielding member with less violence in her caress than she was accustomed to employ when it was hard and rigid as an iron bar.
She sucked softly upon it-rolling it with her tongue- licking gently the portion between her lips.
“I think I said something about cleaning it.” remarked Francis. “And that meant all of it!”
She withdrew the prick from her mouth and regarded it critically. Holding the tip delicately with her fingers she licked every inch of its smooth length. Her wet little tongue even voyaged to his balls and his curling sex hair in her determination to follow his directions to the full.
And then at length she resumed her light suction of the already expanding cock.
Incredulously, Doris Tasker watched the process. Her amazement was no longer directed to the fascinated self-abnegation of Rose, and her evident delight in her present occupation. Indeed, her flustered mind wavered and her nerves tingled with a curiosity that made her wish to discover from experience just what it was that Rose found so delicious in this strange caress.
But her incredulity was directed towards the virility of the man himself. For that worthy — that incomparable cock of his now showed no acknowledgment that it had recently performed deeds which certainly entitled it to a rest… at least!
“Good heavens!” breathed the startled woman and she eyed rosily the rigid and hugely erect prick whose swollen head was again cramming the mouth of the happy Rose to its fullest capacity.
“You are surprised?” he said complacently, turning to regard the lovely naked vision upon the couch-who was hardly conscious any longer of her nudity. “You are so surprised at the quick recovery of my weapon?”
“But… I don't understand,” faltered the bewildered matron. “I had supposed that after just once and you have almost killed me twice within the hour, a man was incapable of a… new energy-for an embrace-”
“There are men-and men,” he replied. “Your husband is undoubtedly one kind and I am another. Then, to give credit where credit is due-Rose is marvelous at this caress. I think she would awaken the dead. And she has found, despite her shame, a source of immense pleasure in doing this to me. Haven't you, Rose?”
Stifled with his swelling prick, her face crimson, the handsome widow could only nod her head in confession, and let a muffled sound which passed for assent strain from her red lips.
“Perhaps you, too, will wish to do as much for me some time?” he suggested mildly to the quivering Doris.
Doris colored hotly and turned her face away without either denial or admission. But Rose rolled distressed dark eyes upwards in jealous apprehension as she heard this sudden possibility of a rival in her own field of sensual and amorous perversity.
Francis-already vibrating to the ardor of her softly drawing lips and caressing tongue-smiled down at her.
“Your adored morsel seems to be scorned. Rose, for the present, at any rate,” he remarked placidly. “Yet I think that even though you have a monopoly I shall request you to consider your punishment over for the time being I shall spend down your throat in a few moments otherwise and I shouldn't want that!”
“Stop and look after this indiscreet lady, who seems not to consider the need for a douche if she is not to add to her family-which might amaze the worthy pastor.”
Frightened. Doris slipped from the couch.
“It never occurred to me.” she admitted. “You seem to have driven everything out of my head and myself out of my mind, today!”
“It's nice to ho crazy occasionally, isn't it?” Francis observed smilingly.
Doris mustered a grave little smile in response to his own. She was eyeing him very thoughtfully.
“Do you know, she said candidly and as if she were surprised, “I could almost forgive you, in your present mood, for the injury you have done me. I could even…”
Her violet eyes widened in amazement-at her unexpected conclusion.
“I could even-be very fond of you,” she ended quite ingeniously.
“That is pleasant,” he said, genuinely pleased by her queer self analysis. “I find it satisfying to be liked by lovely women like yourself and Rose-regardless of my own treatment of you. Rose here actually hated me not go many days ago.”
“I-ohh… I didn't!” denied the stricken Rose. “At least I guess perhaps I did-but I can't see how I could have… felt that way about you!”
Mrs. Tasker was so shaken by her experiences that Francis prescribed a warm bath to sooth her before she returned home. As he wandered freely in and out of the bathroom where she was thus intimately engaged-and as he watched each stage of her subsequent toilet-she expressed quite frankly her reactions to his persistent supervision.
“Even a wife,” she remarked, “has some privacy-before and after intimate relations with her husband. But you are treating me as if I were the merest infant-as if I had no right to any reserves or modesty whatever.”
“It matters very much-to me,” he said. “I should dislike exceedingly to find you losing that delicious modesty and your ability to blush so furiously over any physical and sensual overtures made to you. Yet, only a brief time ago you were raving over an affront far more serious than this we are now discussing.”
“I was not quite sane at the time.” she murmured. “And I don't know that I shall ever be quite sane again. Even though you have ruined me-shamed me in a hundred ways-why should I try to bide my conviction that I shall never be so incredibly happy in the future as I was while you defiled me-and made me unable to hold up my bead again amongst my friends? Now that it is all over and I have served my sentence…”