Pierre le Valle - The Pleasures of Bankruptcy

“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.

Not that the channel within which he was slowly penetrating, to the sound of her melodious sighs and gasps of a bliss beyond words, was large or loose in its tissues. On the contrary, the membranes clung hotly and closely as he very slowly slid in.

Even her mental suffering had disappeared for the time being-for, in the unspeakable ecstasy that shook her- there was no room for distress of any kind.

“Come-come closed!” she moaned feverishly. “Ohh- can't you come closed!” She writhed her limbs frantically at him. “Ohh! God! Break down the wall-crush it- crush me! Come… t-take m-me-I want it… clear in m-me!”

He pressed down a trifle more, and she gurgled with a new rapture.

“Please… p-please!” she whispered shakily. “Push… lie on m-me-I want to feel-y-you on m-me… to squeeze you in between-o-o-h Cod!.. between my legs — instead of like this.”

“The next time.” he replied huskily, “for there will be many a next time, Doris. Then I'll flatten you beneath me. But I can't stop now! Can you take another inch of it? Stop her mouth. Rose… those soft squeals can be- heard across the street!”

Breathing hard, he paused at last-with his virile organ planted to its last inch within the trembling, ecstatic body of the clergyman's lovely wife. He had crowded his body as close as possible to the opening in the wall-and the devoted Rose was holding the writhing nudities of the delirious Doris fully at his disposal.

In consequence of his care. Doris hardly felt a twinge of discomfort. Her whole being was absorbed in a felicity so great that she raved chokingly-and when at last his sperm jetted forth it was into a cunt already lubricated by two discharges of her woman's love dew-and spending again in unison with him Doris cried out in ecstasy and fell back in a swoon.

Francis withdrew very gently. The panel closed. He could faintly hear Rose scurrying around as she revived the shaken Doris-and led her away to necessary ablutions. He attended to his own person-and sat down to await what might transpire.

Presently there was a light tap at the door-and he called out: “Come in!”

Preceded by a flushed and charming Rose-a delightful maid servant in white, who displayed bare thighs with every whisk of her brief skirt-there entered a figure with the pale and exquisite features of a statue.

Mrs. Tasker was draped in a long mantle of black silk — a garment which swept the floor in folds amid which the pure whiteness of her naked, beautiful feet showed as she stepped forward, escorted by Rose.

Pale as marble, the woman looked downward at the ground. Her sole color showed in the magnificent unbound mane of red gold hair which fell about her knees.

“Look at him, Doris,” whispered Rose. “And speak to him as you were bidden.”

The still quivering woman managed to raise her eyes. And as she did so their blueness was suffused-and encountering his glance, her pallor was slowly invaded by a delicate flush-a flush which spread over all her face and throat.

“How-how can I… s-say such things!” she mourned very softly.

Yet it was clear that she had not yet been able to cast off the enchantment attending on what this man had so recently done to her.

“You must… ohh-you must!” quavered the flurried Rose. “I told you-you will be punished like a naughty child unless you succeed in pleasing him!”

“Ohh! My God!” ejaculated Doris, chokingly.

She advanced close to the seated Francis. Under the light pressure of Rose's hand on her shoulder, she fell on her knees before him. She took his hand and kissed it.

“I… I thank y-you!” she whispered tremulously. “For… for fucking m-mer-so marvelously. It has made me very happy-to be of use to you in this way!”

“I hope you are telling me the truth, Doris,” he said quietly. “Were you really happy?”

Again she met his eyes. And through all the shame of a proud and aristocratic young matron brought to such an unbelievable humiliation, there showed briefly a glance of uncontrollable passion before her long lashes fell.

“I was… happy,” she murmured. “And I shall be glad — if you wish-to… o-o-h-to show myself to you… quite naked, so that you may see what you have done!”

“I think that I might permit that,” he said quietly. Doris stumbled to her feet-with the assistance of the hovering Rose. For a moment she stood there swaying- and then, as the man changed his posture with a sudden impatient gesture, she started violently. Her hands went to the throat of her garment — which swathed her very voluminously.

There was only a single clasp at the neck. This she unfastened fumbingly. She gasped faintly-and then- seeming to summon all her resolution, she took the borders of the garment which she had been clasping so close about her body-and threw back the mantle's silken folds to either side.

Against the black silk the wonderful beauty of her naked body was sharply outlined. The milk and rose of the soft skin, the perfect curves of the swelling breasts, the charm of the triangle of ruddy gold hair at her crotch — all combined in a picture of perfect womanhood.

“Hold the mantle. Rose,” he ordered huskily. “Now turn around very slowly, Doris-let me see every part of you against that dark background. Don't stop until I tell you to…”

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.