Pierre le Valle - The Pleasures of Bankruptcy

“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.