Pierre le Valle - The Pleasures of Bankruptcy

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“But now his breath was hot upon my toes-and his lips and tongue also. I was glad now of the immaculate care I had always given my girlish feet and toes and nails. And I was amazed to find how thrilling to my senses were his fervent caresses on my pedal extremities. I was wrought up now to the pitch which gave me courage for my incredible and indecent experiment in testing his complaisance.”

“I sighed-moaned gently… laughed hysterically- and wrested my foot from his hands with a little jerk. And I drew the leg upward, rolling upon the sofa in such a disorder that my skirt mounted more than a trifle. So I crouched there, panting, upon one side, with both knees drawn upward. I could almost feel that tong slit in the plaquet part slightly.”

“I heard a low gasp from Christopher. Then his fingers trembled on the opened cleft of my garment-which may have revealed at the moment some six inches of white and tender flesh of my left buttock.”

“My darling… my beautiful darling-” he gasped, as he pressed eager lips to my bared backside.

“I exclaimed in shame and agitation-fairly groaning with excitement as I felt his tongue on my bare rump.”

“What… what are y-you d-doing, Christopher? I sighed, as I moved uneasily beneath his caress.”

“He murmured: 'Darling, the slit in your drawers must have opened a little-right under the opening of your skirt. I'll fix it for you in a moment-but first… just let me kiss you there a little'.”

“I sighed with shame-and with a subtle pleasure, too. I babbled whisperingly about it being so disgraceful… for him to see me in such a spot. But my lack of real resistance seemed to empower him to indulge his senses as he wished. Already he was lavishly licking the soft flesh curving down to the base of the buttock. And his questing face and mouth were gradually widening the opening.”

“I shivered with a strange intoxication, though I was quite silent now, have for my feverish breathing. And his lascivious nibbling of the soft and abundant flesh thrilled me unspeakably. Christopher was making further discoveries now. Already his caresses had parted my dress to the point where the vertical cleft between the two mound was exposed to his eager eyes.”

“His hot kisses traversed this delightful valley from top to bottom, and then his tongue followed the same trail. His eager fingers parted the cleft further and he made the next discovery. 'Darling!' he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, 'you have no drawers on'!”

“Tremulously I uttered a little fib to the effect that I had been able to find no clean ones-but that I hadn't supposed he would be so horrid as to find it out.”

“He paid but little attention to what I said, for he had now drawn all my naked behind from the sheathing of silk which made just a frame for its two lovely cheeks.”

“He whispered, gloatingly: 'Ohh! How lovely your big bare bottom is! I could eat it, darling! Let me just kiss and bathe it a little'!”

“My shivering silence and failure to remonstrate gave him the permission he sought. And the boy, he was only twenty then, banqueted with mad felicity on the nudity he had uncovered. He kissed and licked and nibbled. His tongue even penetrated the cleft-and I sighed, panted and writhed in shame and ecstasy as I realized that he was licking all over the sides of the cleft and down into the depths of the valley which he had exposed with his errant fingers.”

“Worse was to come, if that were possible… worse and yet more delightful to the maiden that I then was. I had slowly sung forward on my face-and his lips and tongue foraged deeply at the very base of the luscious twin hillocks.”

“His questing tongue seemed to wish to intrude further — his face delved frantically… parting my legs somewhat. His tongue tip was maddening me with new thrills and throbbings. At length he succeeded in barely touching the lower end of the secret cleft But he could not yet attain his desire, and he caught me around the waist- slipping his hands beneath my loins.”

“Helplessly and weakly-too palpitant now to recognize his objective-I yielded to the urgings which placed me on my knees with my head on the back of the sofa. And now far more than the moons of my behind were at the disposal of his searching tongue if not of his eyes. I gasped and shuddered, and then wailed aloud with delight, as his tongue worked its way up between ray thighs.”

“Christopher's face was hotly pressed to the lower part of my bare buttocks. His tongue was thrusting into the more delicate nook between my thighs from the rear. And now it commanded almost the whole length of my secret cleft and could do with it what he willed!”

“He licked and licked-and I promptly went into such hysterics of rapture which were utterly unfeigned. The funds of passion concealed in the body of the girl I was then may be understood when I tell you that although in his present posture he could only lick the outer walls of my slit-an omission he more than repaired on other occasions-I spent in such frantic convulsions that he was quite alarmed.”

“I sank forward in a tangled, panting heap-hardly comprehending what had occurred. But the evidence of my bliss reassured him-and even informed him as to what had transpired. He gave a low cry of delight and triumph and on his knees he raised and parted my recumbent legs.”

“And now he must have obtained his first view of my little sexual nook-of the small pink cleft-to which he had brought such felicity. He cried out hoarsely at the sight and his tongue advanced to sip the dew which still came down to moisten the lips of my ardent slit. Eagerly he licked and caressed the orifice-which yielded more and more to his hot tonguings.”

“There… my darling Rose,” he whispered at last. “Did I bathe you nicely?”

“I could only moan a feeble 'heavenly' as I pressed my loins upward to seek just one more caress. But not all the words ever coined could have expressed the sheer rapture which I had just experienced.”

“We shall return to this topic later on, possibly. Rose,” said Francis Freeman, “for your sexual experiences are of enormous interest. May I recall to your mind, however, that we left your sturdy son lying naked on his almost naked mother on the bath-mat… that he was crowding down between your bare thighs, and was showing by licking and sucking your lips that he had inherited some of his late father's proclivities.”

“That was,” remarked Rose — sighing almost regretfully, “the very last time that I bathed my adolescent son — and indulged in this quasi-maternal freedom which we both relished so much.”

“For you see-I'm afraid I was nervously squeezing the boy between my thighs — and returning the ardent caresses of his lips and tongue. I was in an inferno of desire so intense that I quite forgot that it was my own son who was thus lying upon me.”

“But now I underwent a shock that brought me to my senses. For Lester-shivering with passion and delight- was now inspired by male instincts alone to attempt to rape his mother. His thrusting in between my legs had raised the short chemise which was now my only covering. His stiff prick thrust blindly upward as he kissed and hugged me. And it subbed thrillingly into my open crotch. Entirely unaware as he was of the usage of a woman or the yoking of the sexes, Lester continued to work bis loins and stab upward with his-with his big stiff prick.”

“His organ reached curling hair-the groove of my sex — even amid his frantic excitement the boy was aroused to a new curiosity. He drew back slightly from my naked body. His eyes fell upon my exposed sex, and all its intimate surroundings-for by this time I was bared half way up the belly.”

“Ohh! Lester-no… no… no!” I gasped and sobbed incoherently.

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