Jacky S - Suburban Souls, Book I

While maddened by the deliberate masturbation of my sweetheart, towards the end I said that immediately the splash of semen should cease, she was to take my member in her mouth and suck it, so as to extract the last drops.

When I had spent furiously, I forgot my ravings during the moments of uncontrollable lust, and was quite surprised to find Lilian slowly approach her lips to her poupée, and engulf it in her hot mouth, not at all disgusted to swallow the last big clot that was slowly exuding from the urethra. But the gland was so sensitive that I could not endure the delicate touch of her tongue, and I pushed her head away.

“Ah!” quoth Lilian, “you did not think I should do it.”

We rested a little, and then Lilian put her hand on my privates again.

“I'm done now, my darling,” said I, “you've thoroughly exhausted me.”

“I'm so sorry,” answered pouting Lilian, “I don't like it when it is soft!”

“Like this, I'm not dangerous. You need not fear lest I take your maidenhead.”

“Oh, my darling, you are never dangerous. I would trust my life in your dear hands. You are so delicate in all you say and do. It is so strange to me to see how you always act with us all as my parents are so coarse and vulgar.”

I offered now to make her happy, in any way she liked. She refused to be sucked and preferred me to masturbate her. I did so, and I think she cared for my fingers more than anything. I made her lay hands on herself, but she soon drew her own digits away and left me to finish her.

I was very thirsty, and she went on a filibustering expedition and managed to find a bottle of Vichy water, which she poured out, and brought to me with many a sweet word and caress.

Then she settled down between my legs, and supporting herself on her elbow began to talk.

She looked most beautiful at that moment, as I gazed upon her face with partial eyes. The yellow light of the candle suited her Spanish complexion, and her liquid, magical eyes sparkled as she gazed at me, getting excited as she spoke, and her splendid black hair flowed over her naked shoulders, for she slept nightly in summer, as she did then, with simply a day chemise.

This picture has remained in my mind, for I loved her then, or rather I might have loved her, if she had shown some slight, womanly tenderness, but she made me very unhappy, although I hid my feelings, by calmly unfolding a mad plan.

She wanted to go into business in Paris, in a small apartment, and hinted that I was to take it for her, and I suppose furnish it. I was to be allowed to visit her there, whenever I chose, and she would have a little kitchen and cook for me. I could come and have meals with her, and we would dine together quite naked.

I hinted that I did not see how she could manage this at all, but she got out of temper because I disagreed with her. So I held my tongue and listened to her, half asleep, as her ceaseless chatter went in at one ear and out at the other.

I kept on admiring her, trying to impress her image on my poor brain, softened by the boiling baths of the previous month, as I felt inwardly, although I tried to drive away the sad thought, that she only cared for me because she fancied I should be able to give her money, and I was forced to say to myself that I should not have many nights with her.

I asked her to get my watch out of my waistcoat, knowing that it was now close upon midnight, and the last train went shortly afterwards.

And indeed, if I remember rightly, for all this took place two years ago and I have seen many women since, I got up to use the chamber, and was about to dress, when she told me that she intended all along for me to stop with her, as she was dying for me to remain one whole night by her side.

After a few moments' hesitation, I accepted, and came to her again, when, after a long kiss, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was about five o'clock, when Lilian slowly woke me with the touch of her cunning fingers, searching for her plaything, which she found in the desired state, and she placed it between her thighs, turning her back to me, and inviting me by her lascivious movements to push and move in this artificial coition.

I got very lustful, and found that these artful tricks by repetition produced a nervous effect that was far from pleasant, and I knew at last that if I slept with her again I should become brutal and try to violate her.

I kept these thoughts to myself, but in my mad rage, I grasped her tightly, and shook her roughly and brutally.

“You can hurt me if you like, master. I love you when you are just a little rough; but what have I done to displease?”

Her soft tones brought me to my senses. I did not know what to answer, “It is hot and dry between your thighs. Make me wet.”

“I have lots of moisture for you,” said she with a laugh, and putting her fingers to her tight slit, she wetted them with the moisture of her “pussy,” put some on my stiff anatomy, and rubbed the inside of her own thighs. I put my hand to her gap, and found she was indeed quite wet.

Then I turned her over and got atop of her, and she imprisoned me between her thighs, as she had done a couple of days previously.

I leant upon my elbows so as not to press her little body.

“No, no!” she cried, “let me feel your weight upon me. I like it. Lie upon me. Crush me beneath you!”

I let myself go and pressed her beneath the entire weight of my heavy frame, as I frantically pushed up and down, my organ in prison between her thighs, rubbing among her hairs, and against her clitoris.

I soon spent, and my wife of one night clasped me tightly to her, her tongue in my mouth, as I felt that unmistakable thrill, or shudder, go through her frame, which women, with all their cunning, have as yet not been able to imitate entirely.

The wish to be crushed by the weight of a man's heavy body in bed; the repeated tricky, teasing, thigh-clipping to imitate the real thing, convinced me that other hands and other male organs had been in contact with Lilian Arvel's body.

I then arose, and took my leave of Miss Arvel. Charlotte was coming the next day (Sunday), to stop with her, and I was to come down again on Wednesday, the thirty-first, and pass another whole night with her.

She led me to the window of her mother's bedroom, and I stepped out onto the balcony, while, half-naked, she hid behind the shutter.

I crawled softly down and stepped lightly across the grass. It was half-past five, and broad daylight. I was bound to think that I was doing a very dangerous thing for Lilian's reputation, as the villa was surrounded by other houses, and some neighbor might find it strange to see a man unknown to the locality creep stealthily out at that early hour.

At the corner of the road, not a stone's throw from the house, was a wine shop, and a girl belonging to the establishment stood at the door. She eyed me curiously.

Again I saw more danger for my Lilian, and I went up to Paris reflecting on all these things in the train.

I wrote to Miss Arvel that day, and explained my fears to her, suggesting that on Wednesday I had better leave her at midnight and take the last train. In the darkness, at night, there would be no danger of my compromising her.

I did not tell her other reasons that made me disinclined to go to her bed again; the fear lest I try to make her mine by force, and the growing, uneasy feeling of repulsion that her broad mercenary hints were beginning to cause in me.

Was I a fool?

Lilian's plans for the future seemed to me impracticable, even if I had had the necessary available capital to set her up as a milliner. It must not be forgotten that I still had onerous duties to perform with regard to my poor Lily at home, whose life hung upon a thread, being no wife to me, and I began to suspect vaguely that Mr. Arvel and Adèle must have instilled strange ideas into their girl's head, as she appeared to weave all her schemes without showing any fear of her Pa and Ma. Did it mean that they would shut their eyes to any intrigues with a moneyed lover, or had her father taken such liberties with her that she felt she could brave him? Or a mere declaration of passion on his part just now would have been sufficient to show her the power she had over him. These and similar thoughts occupied my mind as I received the following: