Pierre le Valle - The Pleasures of Bankruptcy

“You are… feeling-m-my c-cunt…” Rose gasped out despairingly. “There-you promised… to stop!”

With a lingering slowness that betrayed his reluctance to abandon this dainty pasture, he withdrew his hand. But he thrust it down between her thighs-forcing them to remain parted-and silently threatened a return of that lascivious, delightful torment in case I should fail to humor him.

Rose crumpled before the iron persistence of the man. It was the first time in her life that she had confided to a third person the strange predilections of her husband. Now she felt impelled to the revelations-and was amazed to find herself throbbing, vibrating, as she whispered in his ear the admissions his tyranny had imposed on her.

“He used to kiss my hands when we were merely engaged,” she said. “And he licked the fingers softly before letting them go. I was so ignorant that I did not know whether such caresses were usual between sweethearts. It made me nervous and fidgety but I said nothing at all about it.”

“After a time, during bis calls at my home, he began to kiss more and more of my exposed flesh-and to lick it softly-until I began to feel a vague pleasure from such caresses. He licked my bare forearms as well as my hands. And presently I was moved to come down to greet him in a sleeveless gown-and later on in a modest decollete- thus blushingly offering more and more of my flesh to his lips and tongue.”

“My whole face came to know those curious caresses — my lips he fairly drank… and my tongue too- although that was then always passive instead of reciprocally active. Thus I would lie in his arms-sometimes tense with sensual pleasure, sometimes relaxed and… trembling… while he kissed and licked my neck, my shoulders, all of my flesh that I had bared for his amorous activities.”

“He would whisper things to me in the intervals of his embraces-things which he enjoyed saying, and which I liked to hear after the first shock of his words was over. He would tell me, for instance, that he intended to clothe my bare feet and naked legs with stockings woven of his kisses and knitted upon me with his tongue. And I was thrilled with shame and a queer sort of horrified pleasure to these sensuous words.”

“Christopher announced… that was his name,” went on Rose murmuringly, “That he meant, too, to weave a chemise on my body with his lips and tongue… that he would have to be especially careful over my sensitive breasts-and lower down. His fantasies were extraordinary-as you can see-yet he never attempted indecorous caresses on any part of my body which was clothed.”

“He told me that he would make me drawers of kisses — that his tongue would measure and cut that intimate garment upon my body. He said that they must fit very snugly in the crotch-so that I would be conscious of their pressure there always. And by this time I had come to enjoy his caresses and even to revel ashamedly in his licentious talk.

“He was so happy one evening when I wore a dress which allowed him to kiss my armpits-which he found unshaven. He kissed and licked and nibbled there… and I blushed red, but by this time had no thought of repulsing him.”

“I had one or two slightly decollete dresses, for I was now seventeen. In my bedroom-flushed at the thought of what I was deliberately doing-I increased the decollete of each. Thus I offered him all the upper part of my bosom to kiss and… to lick. And it so happened one evening that his caressing lips bared the upper slope of one of my breasts.”

“Which one?” asked Freeman softly… and he then squeezed gently but excitingly one lovely mound after the other.

“This o-one,” faltered Rose. “No, that one… I think — I can't be sure! Ohh! If you caress them like that- how can I be sure of anything… I don't believe I can go on-”

“You will go on-because I tell you to…” he insisted, snuggling into the palm of his hand a taut nipple which seemed to be trying to pierce through the thin silk.

“Well… he kissed my breast-where it was denuded. And I shivered a little but did not resist. I felt the tip of his tongue there-ohh! heavens… it seems a small thing now in recounting-but it thrilled me terribly then.”

“His head drew back a trifle, and I knew by this time he would go no further than the position of my dress made permissible. I hesitated-and then-overcome by my desire for further petting… I buried my head on his shoulder and drew down the borders of my gown and my chemise an inch or two lower on that same breast His eyes-and his mouth-could devour the tender mound almost to the aureole, and he took torrid advantage of the opportunity.”

“As I held the fabrics up slightly to permit of the soft kisses and lickings which made me quiver, I knew that he could see the pouting nipple itself, and his tongue thrust down so eagerly that he contrived to touch the sensitive tip-shaking me to the core with the delightful sensation, so that I panted frantically-and half-involuntarily I bared the entire breast to his eyes.”

“The sight served to make him beside himself with joy. Before I could become conscious of what I had done and cover the tender mound, his ardent mouth was in possession of it. And the sensations which he caused me deprived me of any desire to repair my immodesty.

“His lips, his mouth, his tongue, all took their toll of my already well-developed breast. And I had only muffled and hall-hearted murmurs to oppose him when he drew the warm pink little nipple entirely between his lips. Ohh! God! How warm he made the passionate virgin I then was!”

“You're a darling,” stated Francis Freeman huskily. “And I think it makes you equally passionate now to recall all these things… and tell me about all of them!”

“Well… I have other things-to make me feel the way that you say I do,” she murmured softly. “For you are not being… very decorous now, are you?”

“I'm being very happy, at least!” he stated… and the smile which accompanied his words sent a little thrill through her, so that she stared up at him wonderingly and a responsive smile hovered on her pretty face.

She forgot for an instant that she was horrified and indignant at this man. She forgot that because she was for the time being dependent upon his favor if she were to escape ruin, he had not scrupled to compel her to play on his senses by her story of her secret life. She had become a teller of lewd and intimate personal experiences in order to please him, yet despite this she almost liked the man.

She refused to admit the real reason for her regard- which was that he had, with an imperiousness which did thrill her deeply, reawakened within her that sexual ardor which had been rigidly repressed in her lovely body for so many years. And mingled with the intense shame of being forced to do his will with regard to telling her story, and accept such sensual and intimate caresses as he pleased to give her, was an inner glow of intense and voluptuous pleasure in her sharp humiliation.

Freeman buried his lips in her warm, soft neck… and he distinctly felt her tremble as he did so. “Co on with your story, my dear Rose,” he murmured. “Your future husband then showed he could suck as well as lick?”

“He sucked my maiden nipples…” she whispered- almost as if in soft complaint. “And I think that at this point the modest and retiring virgin really awakened. And she never really went to sleep again, I am afraid.”

“I quivered and sighed as he drew gently on my bare breast. Reckless of what he might think of me, I bared to him my other breast also. And I sat there… naked from the waist up-beside him on the sofa. He stared at me in utter and speechless disbelief… incredulous that the shy maiden could actually have been led to display her lovely body thus. Then he caught me to him, and his lips took possession of my tender mounds which had never before experienced a male touch of any kind.”