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  She revolved thus for a full three minutes-and he felt that he could have prolonged the display almost indefinitely. Nor was his lovely victim any less affected than the man himself.

  Her face was a glow of exquisite color-and she quivered and vibrated, despite her burning shame, as she presented to him in a continuous display all of her naked and luscious charms.

  “You may stop turning now,” he observed. “No… I did not say you might close the mantle. Stand facing me and hold the drape out to either side. I can now quite understand why so devout a pillar of the church as George Bliss was wild with longing to denude those lovely legs of yours!”

  “You feel that you were a little foolish to give him the opportunity-for a pair of stockings… don't you? I suspect a couple of indiscreet drinks-perhaps?”

  “I was-silly!” murmured Mrs. Tasker with an effort. “He was a friend of my husband's. I wasn't exacting any such overtures from him.”

  “It is easy to understand,” he replied, “that even this elderly man was able to get you somewhat wrought up by handling your naked thighs. And I'll give you credit for having to be able to break away from him-even when his lips were kissing and sucking your naked slit.”

  “Apropos of that-you may show me again, in penance, the spot that he kissed. Bend right backwards-and then round your body in an arc. You had better take that silk mantle from her, Rose! And now, Doris, spread your legs apart as far as you can.”

  The humiliated woman complied. With his face but a short distance away from the expanded crotch, Francis gloated in silence over the freshly laved rose of her sex. The pink cleft seemed almost infantile now in its close-lipped delicacy.

  “It seems almost incredible,” he remarked, “that I was so nicely housed within such a tiny opening. I think… since your hair is so gloriously abundant elsewhere-that we might dispense with it here.”

  “I am quite sure I shall take a great delight in seeing your mound quite denuded-and slipping my prick into so wee and infantile seeming a cleft…”

  Doris choked and wailed with shame-even now not daring to rise to her feet.

  “I beg of you-ohh! I do beg of you!” she quavered, as he crossed to the shelf and picked up the small safety razor with which Rose was accustomed to keep her armpits shaven.

  “Lie down on that couch,” he directed. “And do not ever attempt to argue with me. Rose will tell you how unsafe that can be. And now. Rose, the soap and water- lather her well… rub it in thoroughly-until the whole beard is softened.”

  “He does pay some attention still, to your lovely… body?” queried Francis curiously.

  “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.

  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.”