Flossie 1897

[Asiaticus]

FLOSSIE, A Venus of Fifteen

By One Who Knew this Charming Goddess
and Worshipped at Her Shrine

Privately Printed For Private Circulation
EROTICA BIBLION SOCIETY OF LONDON AND NEW YORK, [1902]

Originally published 1897, it can be read here:

[April]

PREFACE

In presenting to a critical public this narrative of a delightful
experience, I am conscious of an inability to do justice to the
indescribable charm of my subject.

A true daughter of the Paphian goddess, Flossie added to the erotic
allurements inherited from her immortal mother a sense of humour
which is not traceable in any of the proceedings on Mount Ida or
elsewhere. Those of my readers, who have had the rare good fortune to
meet with the combination, will not gainsay my assertion that it is an
incomparable incentive to deeds of love.

If some of those deeds, as here set down, should seem to appertain to a
somewhat advanced school of amatory action, I beg objectors to
remember that Flossie belongs to the end of the century, when such
things are done, to the safety, comfort and delight of vast numbers of
fair English girls, and to the unspeakable enjoyment of their adorers.

So, in the words of the City toastmaster:

Tray silence, gentlemen, for your heroine, Flossie: a Venus of Sixteen.'

J.A.


POSTSCRIPT

Flossie has herself revised this unpretending work, and has added a
footnote here and there which she trusts may not be regarded as
painful interruptions to a truthful tale.

All thine the new wine of desire
The fruit of four lips as they clung
Till the hair and the eyelids took fire;
The fan of a serpentine tongue,
The froth of the serpents of pleasure,
More salt than the foam of the sea,
Now felt as a flame, not at leisure
As wine-shed for me!
They were purple of raiment, and golden,
Filled full of thee, fiery with wine,
Thy lovers, in haunts unbeholden,
In marvellous chambers of thine.

They are fled and their footprints escape us
Who appraise thee, adore, and abstain,
O daughter of Death and Priapus!
Our Lady of Pain.

A.C. Swinburne

[April]

CHAPTER 1
'MY LOVE, SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET'

Towards the end of a bright sunny afternoon in June, I was walking in
one of the quieter streets of Piccadilly, when my eye was caught by
two figures coming in my direction. One was that of a tall, finely-made
woman about twenty-seven years of age, who would under other
circumstances, have received something more than an approving
glance. But it was her companion that riveted my gaze of almost
breathless admiration. This was a young girl of sixteen, of such
astounding beauty of face and figure as I had never seen or dreamt of.

Masses of bright, wavy, brown hair fell to her waist. Deep violet eyes
looked out from under long curling lashes, and seemed to laugh in
unison with the humorous curves of the full red lips. These and a
thousand other charms I was to know by heart later on, but what struck
me most at this view, was the extraordinary size and beauty of the girl's
bust, shown to all possible advantage by her dress which, in the true
artistic French style, crept in between her breasts, outlining their full
and perfect form with loving fidelity. Tall and lithe, she moved like a
young goddess, her short skirt shewing the action of a pair of
exquisitely moulded legs, to which the tan-coloured open-work silk
stockings were plainly designed to invite attention. Unable to take my
eyes from this enchanting vision, I was approaching the pair, when to
my astonishment, the elder lady suddenly spoke my name.

'You do not remember me, Captain Archer.' For a moment I was at a
loss, but the voice gave me the clue.

'But I do,' I answered, 'you are Miss Letchford, who used to teach my
sisters.'

'Quite right. But I have given up teaching, for which fortunately there
is not longer any necessity. I am living in a flat with my dear little
friend here. Let me introduce you,-Flossie Eversley-Captain Archer.'

The violet eyes laughed up at me; and the red lips parted in a merry
smile. A dimple appeared at the corner of the mouth. I was done for!

Yes; at thirty-five years of age, with more than my share of experiences
in every phase of love, I went down before this lovely girl with her
childish face smiling at me above the budding womanhood of her
rounded breasts, and confessed myself defeated!
A moment or two later, I had passed from them with the address of the
flat in my pocket, and under promise to go down to tea on the next day.

At midday I received the following letter:

Dear Captain Archer,
I am sorry to be obliged to be out when you come; and yet not
altogether sorry, because I should like you to know Flossie very well.

She is an orphan, without a relation in the world. She is just back from a
Paris school. In years she is of course a child, but in tact and knowledge
she is a woman; also in figure, as you can see for yourself! She is of an
exceedingly warm and passionate nature, and a look that you gave
her yesterday was not lost upon her. In fact, to be quite frank, she had
fallen in love with you! You will find her a delightful companion. Use
her very tenderly, and she will do anything in the world for you. Speak
to her about life in the French school; she loves to talk of it. I want her
to be happy, and I think you can help. Remember she is only just
sixteen.

Yours sincerely,
Eva Letchford

I must decline any attempt to describe my feelings on receiving this
remarkable communication. My first impulse was to give up the
promised call at the flat. But the flower-like face, the soft red lips and
the laughing eyes passed before my mind's eye, followed by an instant
vision of the marvellous breasts and the delicate shapely legs in their
brown silk stockings, and I knew that fate was too strong for me. For it
was of course impossible to misunderstand the meaning of Eva
Letchford's letter, and indeed, when I reached the flat, she herself
opened the door to me, whispering as she passed out, 'Flossie is in there,
waiting for you. You two can have the place to yourselves. One last
word. You have been much in Paris, have you not? So has Flossie. She is
very young-and there are ways-Goodbye.'

I passed into the next room. Flossie was curled up in a long chair,
reading. Twisting her legs from under her petticoats, with a sudden
movement that brought into full view her delicately embroidered
drawers, she rose and came towards me, a rosy flush upon her cheeks,
her eyes shining, her whole bearing instinct with an enchanting
mixture of girlish coyness and anticipated pleasure. Her short white
skirt swayed as she moved across the room, her breasts stood out firm
and round under the close-fitting woven silk jersey; what man of
mortal flesh and blood could withstand such allurements as these! Not
I, for one! In a moment, she was folded in my arms. I rained kisses on her
hair, her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and then, grasping her body
closer and always closer to me, I glued my lips upon the scarlet mouth
and revelled in a long and maddeningly delicious kiss-a kiss to be ever
remembered-so well remembered now, indeed, that I must make some
attempt to describe it. My hands were behind Flossie's head, buried in
her long brown hair. Her arms were round my body, locked and
clinging. At the first impact, her lips were closed, but a moment later
they parted, and slowly, gently, almost as if in the performance of some
solemn duty, the rosy tongue crept into my mouth, and bringing with it
a flood of the scented juices from her throat, curled amorously round
my own, whilst her hands dropped to my buttocks, and standing on
tiptoe, she drew me to her with such extraordinary intimacy that it
seemed our bodies were already in conjunction. Not a word was
spoken on either side-indeed, under the circumstances, speech was
impossible, for our tongues had twined together in a caress of
unspeakable sweetness, which neither would be the first to forego. At
last, the blood was coursing through my veins at a pace that became
unbearable and I was compelled to unglue my mouth from hers. Still
silent, but with love and longing in her eyes, she pressed me into a low
chair, and seating herself on the arm, passed her hand behind my head,
and looking full into my eyes, whispered my name in accents that were
like the sound of a running stream. I kissed her open mouth again and
again, and then, feeling that the time had come for some little
explanation:

'How long will it be before your friend Eva comes back?' I asked.

'She has gone down into the country, and won't be here till late this
evening.'

'Then I may stay with you, may I?'

'Yes, do, do,do,Jack. Do you know, I have got seats for an Ibsen play
tonight, I was wondering... if... you would... take me!'

'Take you-to an Ibsen play-with your short frocks, and all that hair
down your back! Why, I don't believe they'd let us in?'

'Oh, if that's all, wait a minute.'

She skipped out of the room with a whisk of her petticoats and a free
display of brown silk legs. Almost before I had time to wonder what
she was up to, she was back again. She had put on a long skirt of Eva's,
her hair was coiled on the top of her head, she wore my 'billycock' hat
and a pair of blue pince-nez, and carrying a crutch-handled stick, she
advanced upon me with a defiant air, and glaring down over the top of
her glasses, she said in a deep masculine voice:

'Now, sir, if you're ready for Ibsen, I am. Or if your tastes are solo that
you can't care about a play, I'll give you a skirt dance.'

As she said this, she tore off the long dress, threw my hat onto a sofa, let
down her hair with a turn of the wrist, and motioning me to the piano,
picked up her skirts and began to dance.

Enchanted as I was by the humour of her quick change to the 'Ibsen
woman', words are vain to describe my feelings as I feebly tinkled a
few bars on the piano and watched the dancer.

Every motion was the perfection of grace and yet no Indian Nautchgirl
could have more skilfully expressed the idea of sexual allurement.

Gazing at her in speechless admiration, I saw the violet eyes glow with
passion, the full red lips part, the filmy petticoats were lifted higher
and higher; the loose frilled drawers gleamed white. At last breathless
and panting, she fell back upon a chair, her eyes closed, her legs
parted, her breasts heaving. A mingled perfume came to my nostrilshalf
'odor di faemina, 'half the scent of white rose from her hair and
clothes.

I flung myself upon her.

Tell me, Flossie darling, what shall Ido first!
The answer came, quick and short.

'Kiss me-between my legs!'

In an instant, I was kneeling before her. Her legs fell widely apart.

Sinking to a sitting posture, I plunged my head between her thighs.

The petticoats incommoded me a little, but I soon managed to arrive at
the desired spot. Somewhat to my surprise, instead of finding the lips
closed and barricaded as is usual in the case of young girls, they were
ripe, red and pouting, and as my mouth closed eagerly upon the
delicious orifice and my tongue found and pressed upon the trembling
clitoris, I knew that my qualms of conscience had been vain. My utmost
powers were now called into play and I sought, by every means I
possessed, to let Flossie know that I was no half-baked lover. Passing
my arms behind her, I extended my tongue to its utmost length and
with rapid agile movements penetrated the scented recesses. Her
hands locked themselves under my head, soft gasps of pleasure came
from her lips, and as I delivered at last an effective attack upon the
erect clitoris, her fingers clutched my neck, and with a sob of delight,
she crossed her legs over my back, and pressing my head towards her,
held me with a convulsive grasp, whilst the aromatic essence of her
being flowed softly into my enchanted mouth.

As I rose to my feet, she covered her face with her hands and I saw a
blue eye twinkle out between the fingers with an indescribable
mixture of bashfulness and fun. Then, as if suddenly remembering
herself, she sat up, dropped her petticoats over her knees, and looking
up at me from under the curling lashes, said in a tone of profound
melancholy.

'Jack, am I not a disgraceful child! All the same, I wouldn't have missed
that for a million pounds.'

'Nor would I, little sweetheart; and whenever you would like to have it
again-' 'No, no, it is your turn now.' 'What! Flossie; you don't mean to
say-' 'But I do mean to say it, and to do it too. Lie down on that sofa at
once, sir.'

'But, Flossie, I really-'

Without another word she leapt at me, threw her arms round my neck
and fairly bore me down onto the divan. Falling on the top of me, she
twined her silken legs round mine and gently pushing the whole of her
tongue between my lips, began to work her body up and down with a
wonderful sinuous motion which soon brought me to a state of
excitement bordering on frenzy. Then, shaking a warning finger at me
to keep still, she slowly slipped to her knees on the floor.

In another moment, I felt the delicate fingers round my straining yard.

Carrying it to her mouth she touched it ever so softly with her tongue;
then slowly parting her lips she pushed it gradually between them,
keeping a grasp of the lower end with her hand which she moved
gently up and down. Soon the tongue began to quicken its motion, and
the brown head to work rapidly in a perpendicular direction. I buried
my hands under the lovely hair, and clutched the white neck towards
me, plunging the nut further and further into the delicious mouth until
I seemed almost to touch the uvula. Her lips, tongue and hands now
worked with redoubled ardour, and my sensations became
momentarily more acute, until with a cry I besought her to let me
withdraw. Shaking her head with great emphasis, she held my yard in
a firmer grasp, and passing her disengaged hand behind me, drew me
towards her face, and with an unspeakable clinging action of her
mouth, carried out the delightful act of love to its logical conclusion,
declining to remove her lips until, some minutes after, the last
remaining evidences of the late crisis had completely disappeared.

Then and not till then, she stood up, and bending over me, as I lay,
kissed me on the forehead, whispering:-
'There! Jack, now I love you twenty times more than ever.'*
I gazed into the lovely face in speechless adoration.

'Why don't you say something?' she cried. 'Is there anything else you
want me to do?'

'Yes,' I answered, 'there is.'

'Out with it, then.'

'I am simply dying to see your breasts, naked.'

'Why, you darling, of course, you shall! Stay there a minute.'

Off she whisked again, and almost before I could realize she had gone,
I looked up and she was before me. She had taken off everything but
her chemise and stockings, the former lowered beneath her breasts.

Any attempt to describe the beauties thus laid bare to my adoring
gaze must necessarily fall absurdly short of the reality. Her neck,
throat and arms were full and exquisitely rounded, bearing no trace of
juvenile immaturity.

Her breasts, however, were of course the objects of my special and
immediate attention. Size, perfection of form and colour, I had never
seen their equals, nor could the mind of man conceive anything so
alluring as the coral nipples which stood out firm and erect, craving
kisses. A wide space intervened between the two snowy hillocks which
heaved a little with the haste of her late exertions. I gazed a moment in
breathless delight and admiration, then rushing towards her, I buried
my face in the enchanting valley, passed my burning lips over each of
the neighbouring slopes and finally seized upon one after the other of
the rosy nipples, which I sucked, mouthed and tongued with a frenzy of
delight.

*This is a fact, as every girl knows who has ever gamahuched and been
gamahuched by the man or boy, she loves. As a link, it beats fucking
out of the field. I've tried both and I know.-Flossie
The daring little girl lent herself eagerly to my every action, pushing
her nipples into my mouth and eyes, pressing her breasts against my
face, and clinging to my neck with her lovely naked arms.

Whilst we were thus amorously employed, my little lady had
contrived dexterously to slip out of her chemise, and now stood before
me naked but for her brown silk stockings and little shoes.

'There, Mr. Jack, now you can see my breasts, and everything else that
you like of mine. In future, this will be my full-dress costume for
making love to you in. Stop, though; it wants just one touch.' And
darting out of the room, she came back with a beautiful chain of pearls
round her neck, finishing with a pendant of rubies which hung just low
enough to nestle in the Valley of Delight, between the wonderful
breasts.

'I am, now,' she said, 'The White Queen of the Gama Huchi Islands. My
kingdom is bounded on this side by the piano, and on the other by the
furthest edge of the bed in the next room. Any male person found
wearing a stitch of clothing within those boundaries will be sentenced
to lose his p... but soft! who comes here?'

Shading her eyes with her hand she gazed in my direction:-
'Aha! a stranger; and, unless these royal eyes deceive us, a man! He
shall see what it is to defy our laws! What ho! within there! Take this
person and remove his p...'

'Great Queen!' I said, in a voice of deep humility, 'if you will but grant
me two minutes, I will make haste to comply with your laws.'

'And we, good fellow, will help you.(Aside.)
'Methinks he is somewhat comely*.(Aloud.)
*Don't believe I ever said anything of the sort, but if I did, 'methinks' I'd
better take this opportunity of withdrawing the statement.-Flossie
'But first let us away with these garments, which are more than aught
else a violation of our Gama Huchian Rules, Good! now the shirt. And
what, pray, is this! We thank you, sir, but we are not requiring any tentpoles
just now.'

'Then if your Majesty will deign to remove your royal fingers I will do
my humble best to cause the offending pole to disappear. At present,
with your Majesty's hand upon it-!'

'Silence, Sir! Your time is nearly up, and if the last garment be not
removed in twenty seconds... So! you obey. 'Tis well! You shall see how
we reward a faithful subject of our laws.' And thrusting my yard
between her lips, the Great White Queen of the Gama Huchi Islands
sucked in the whole column to the very root, and by dint of working
her royal mouth up and down, and applying her royal fingers to the
neighbouring appendages, soon drew into her throat a tribute to her
greatness, which, from its volume and the time it took in the act of
payment, plainly caused her Majesty the most exquisite enjoyment. Of
my own pleasure I will only say that it was delirious, whilst in this, as in
all other love sports in which we indulged, an added zest was given by
the humour and fancy with which this adorable child-woman
designed and carried out our amusements. In the present case, the
personating of the Great White Queen appeared to afford her
especial delight, and going on with the performance, she took a long
branch of pampas-grass from its place and waving it over my head, she
said:-
'The next ceremony to be performed by a visitor to these realms will,
we fear, prove somewhat irksome, but it must be gone through. We
shall now place our royal person on this lofty throne. You, sir, will sit
upon this footstool before us. We shall then wave our sceptre three
times. At the third wave, our knees will part and our guest will see
before him the royal spot of love. This he will proceed to salute with a
kiss which shall last until we are pleased to signify that we have had
enough. Now, most noble guest, open your mouth, don't shut your eyes,
and prepare! One, two, three.'

The pampas-grass waved, the legs parted, and nestling between the
ivory thighs, I saw the scarlet lips open and show the erected clitoris
peeping forth from its nest below the slight brown tuft which adorned
the base of the adorable belly. I gazed and gazed in mute rapture, until
a sharp strident voice above me said:

'Now then, there, move on, please; can't have you blocking up the road
all day!' Then changing suddenly to her own voice:-
'Jack, if you don't kiss me at once I shall die!'

I pressed towards the delicious spot and taking the whole cunt into my
mouth passed my tongue upwards along the perfumed lips until it met
the clitoris, which trust itself amorously between my lips, imploring
kisses. These I rained upon her with all the ardour I could command,
clutching the rounded bottom with feverish fingers and drawing the
naked belly closer and ever closer to my burning face, whilst my
tongue plunged deep within the scented cunt and revelled in its
divine odours and the contraction of its beloved lips.

The Great White Queen seemed to relish this particular form of
homage, for it was many minutes before the satin thighs closed, and
with the little hands under my chin, she raised my face and looking
into my eyes with inexpressible love and sweetness shining from her
own, she said simply:-
'Thank you, Jack. You're a darling!'-
By way of answer I covered her with kisses, omitting no single portion
of the lovely naked body, the various beauties of which lent
themselves with charming zest to my amorous doings. Upon the round
and swelling breasts, I lavished renewed devotion, sucking the rosy
nipples with a fury of delight, and relishing to the full the quick
movements of rapture with which the lithe clinging form was
constantly shaken, no less than the divine aroma passing to my nostrils
as the soft thighs opened and met again, the rounded arms rose and
fell, and with this, the faintly perfumed hair brushing my face and
shoulders mingled its odour of tea-rose.

All this was fast exciting my senses to the point of madness, and there
were moments when I felt that to postpone much longer the
consummation of our ardour would be impossible.

I looked at the throbbing breasts, remembered the fragrant lips below
that had pouted ripely to meet my kisses, the developed clitoris that
told of joys long indulged in. And then... and then... the sweet girlish
face looked up into mine, the violet eyes seemed to take on a pleading
expression, and as if reading my thoughts, Flossie pushed me gently
into a chair, seated herself on my knee, slipped an arm round my neck,
and pressing her cheek to mine, whispered:-
'Poor, poor old thing! I know what it wants; and / want it too-badly, oh!
so badly. But, Jack, you can't guess what a friend Eva has been to me,
and I've promised her not to! You see I'm only just sixteen, and...the
consequences! There! don't let us talk about it. Tell me all about
yourself, and then I'll tell you about me. When you're tired of hearing
me talk, you shall stop my mouth with-well, whatever you like. Now
sir, begin!'

I gave her a short narrative of my career from boyhood upwards, dry
and dull enough in all conscience!
'Yes, yes, that's all very nice and prim and proper,' she cried. 'But you
haven't told me the principal thing of all-when you first began to benaughty,
and with whom?'

I invented some harmless fiction which, I saw, the quick-witted girl did
not believe, and begged her to tell me her own story, which she at once
proceeded to do. I shall endeavour to transcribe it, though it is
impossible to convey any idea of the humour with which it was
delivered, still less of the irrepressible fun which flashed from her eyes
at the recollection of her schoolgirl pranks and amourettes. There
were, of course, many interruptions*, for most of which I was probably
responsible; but, on the whole, in the following chapter will be found a
fairly faithful transcript of Flossie's early experiences. Some at least of
these I am sanguine, will be thought to have been of a sufficiently
appetizing character.

*The first of these is a really serious one, but for this the impartial
reader will see that the responsibility was divided.

[April]

CHAPTER 2
'HOW FLOSSIE ACQUIRED THE FRENCH TONGUE.'

'Before I begin, Jack, I should like to hold something nice and solid in
my hand, to sort of give me confidence as I go on. Have you got
anything about you that would do!'

I presented what seemed to me the most suitable article 'in stock' at the
moment.

'Aha!' said Flossie in an affected voice, 'the very thing! How very
fortunate that you should happen to have it ready!'

'Well, madam, you see it is an article we are constantly being asked for
by our lady-customers. It is rather an expensive thing-seven pound
ten-'

'Yes, it's rather stiff. Still, if you can assure me that it will always keep
in its present condition, I shouldn't mind spending a good deal upon it.'

'You will find, madam, that anything you may spend upon it will be
amply returned to you. Our ladies have always expressed the greatest
satisfaction with it.'

'Do you mean that you find they come more than once? If so, I'll take it
now.'

'Perhaps you would allow me to bring it myself-?'

'Thanks, but I think I can hold it quite well in my hand. It won't go off
suddenly, will it?'

'Not if it is kept in a cool place, madam.'

'And it mustn't be shaken, I suppose, like that, for instance?' (Shaking
it.)

'For goodness gracious sake, take your hand away, Flossie, or there'll be
a catastrophe.'

'That is a good word, Jack! But do you suppose that if I saw a
"catastrophe" coming I shouldn't know what to do with it?'

'What should you do?' '

'Why, what can you do with a catastrophe of that sort but swallow it?'

The effect of this little interlude upon us both was magnetic. Instead of
going on with her story, Flossie commanded me to lie upon my back on
the divan, and having placed a couple of pillows under my neck, knelt
astride of me with her face towards my feet. With one or two caressing
movements of her bottom, she arranged herself so that the scarlet
vulva rested just above my face. Then gently sinking down, she
brought her delicious cunt full upon my mouth from which my tongue
instantly darted to penetrate the adorable recess. At the same
moment, I felt the brown hair fall upon my thighs, my straining prick
plunged between her lips, and was engulfed in her velvet mouth to the
very root, whilst her hands played with feverish energy amongst the
surrounding parts, and the nipples of her breasts rubbed softly against
my belly.

In a very few moments, I had received into my mouth her first tribute of
love and was working with might and main to procure a second, whilst
she in her turn, wild with pleasure my wandering tongue was causing
her, grasped my yard tightly between her lips, passing them rapidly
up and down its whole length, curling her tongue round the nut, and
maintaining all the time an ineffable sucking action which very soon
produced its natural result. As I poured a torrent into her eager mouth,
I felt the soft lips which I was kissing contract for a moment upon my
tongue and then part again to set free the aromatic flood to which the
intensity of her sensations imparted additional volume and sweetness.

The pleasure, we were both experiencing from this the most entrancing
of all the reciprocal acts of love, was too keen to be abandoned after
one effort. Stretching my hands upwards to mould and press the
swelling breasts and erected nipples, I seized the rosy clitoris anew
between my lips, whilst Flossie resumed her charming operations upon
my instrument which she gamahuched with ever increasing zest and
delight, and even with a skill and variety of action which would have
been marvellous in a woman of double her age and experience. Once
again the fragrant dew was distilled upon my enchanted tongue, and
once again the velvet mouth closed upon my yard to receive the
results of its divinely pleasurable ministrations.

Raising herself slowly and almost reluctantly from her position, Flossie
laid her naked body at full length upon mine, and after many kisses
upon my mouth, eyes and cheeks said, 'Now you may go and refresh
yourself with a bath while I dress for dinner.'

'But where are we going to dine?' I asked.

'You'll see presently. Go along, there's a good boy!'

I did as I was ordered and soon came back from the bath-room, much
refreshed by my welcome ablutions.

Five minutes later Flossie joined me, looking lovelier than ever, in a
short-sleeved pale blue muslin frock, cut excessively low in front,
black openwork silk stockings and little embroidered shoes.

'Dinner is on the table,' she said, taking my arm and leading me into an
adjoining room where an exquisite little cold meal was laid out, to
which full justice was speedily done, followed by coffee made by my
hostess, who produced some Benedictine and a box of excellent cigars.

'There, Jack, if you're quite comfy, I'll go on with my story. Shall I stay
here, or come and sit on your knee?'

'Well, as far as getting on with the story goes, I think you are better in
that chair, Flossie-'

'But I told you I must have something to hold.'

'Yes, you did, and the result was that we didn't get very far with the
story, if you remember-'

'Remember! As if I was likely to forget. But look at this,' holding up a
rounded arm bare to the shoulder. 'Am I to understand that you'd
rather not have this round your neck?'

Needless to say she was to understand nothing of the sort, and a
moment later she was perched upon my knee and having with deft
penetrating fingers enough under her magic touch, began her
narrative.

'I don't think there will be much to tell you until my school life at Paris
begins. My father and mother both died when I was quite small; I had
no brothers or sisters, and I don't believe I've got a relation in the world.

You mustn't think I want to swagger, Jack, but I am rather rich. One of
my two guardians died three years ago and the other is in India and
doesn't care a scrap about me. Now and then, he writes and asks how I
am getting on, and when he heard I was going to live with Eva (whom
he knows quite well) he seemed perfectly satisfied. Two years ago he
arranged for me to go to school in Paris.

'Now I must take great care not to shock you, but there's nothing for it
but to tell you that about this time I began to have the most wonderful
feelings all over me-a sort of desperate longing for something, I didn't
know what-which used to become almost unbearable when I danced
or played any game in which a boy or man was near me. At the Paris
school was a very pretty girl, named Yvette de Vespertin, who, for
some reason I never could understand, took a fancy to me. She was two
years older than I, had several brothers and boy cousins at home, and
being up to every sort of lark and mischief, was just the girl I wanted as
20
confidante. Of course she had no difficulty in explaining the whole
thing to me, and in the course of a day or two, I knew everything there
was to know. On the third day of our talks Yvette slipped a note into
my hand as I was going up to bed. Now, Jack, you must really go and
look out of the window while I tell you what it said:

Cherie,
Si tu veux te faire sucer la langue, les seins et le con, viens dans mon lit
toute nue ce soir. C'est moi qui te ferai voir les anges. Viens de suite a
ton,
Ylette
'I have rather a good memory, and even if I hadn't, I don't think I could
ever forget the words of that note, for it was the beginning of a most
delicious time for me.

'I suppose if I had been a well-regulated young person, I should have
taken no notice of the invitation. As it was, I stripped myself naked in a
brace of shakes, and flew to Ylette's bedroom which was next door to
the one I occupied. I had not realized before what a beautifully made
girl she was. Her last garment was just slipping from her as I came in,
and I stared in blank admiration at her naked figure which was like a
statue in the perfection of its lines. A furious longing to touch it seized
me, and springing upon her, I passed my hands feverishly up and down
her naked body, until grasping me round the waist, she half dragged,
half carried me to the bed, laid me on the edge of it, and kneeling upon
the soft rug, plunged her head between my legs, and bringing her lips
to bear full upon the other tips before her, parted them with a peculiar
action of the mouth and inserted her tongue with a sudden stroke
which sent perfect waves of delight through my whole body, followed
by still greater ecstasy when she went for the particular spot you know
of, Jack-the one near the top, I mean-and twisting her tongue over it,
under it, round it and across it, soon brought about the result she
wanted, and in her own expressive phrase "me faisait voir les anges".

'Of course I had no experience, but I did my best to repay her for the
pleasures she had given me, and as I happen to possess an extremely
long and pointed tongue, and Ylette's cunt-oh Jack, I've said it at last!
Go and look out of the window again; or better still, come and stop my
naughty mouth with-I meant your tongue, but this will do better still.

The wicked monster, what a size he is! Now put both your hands behind
my head, and push him in till he touches my throat. Imagine he is
somewhere else, work like a demon, and for your life, don't stop until
the very end of all things Ah! the dear, darling, delicious thing! How he
throbs with excitement! I believe he can see my mouth waiting for him.

Come, Jack, my darling, my beloved, let me gamahuche you. I want to
feel this heavenly prick of yours between my lips and against my
tongue, so that I may suck it and drain every drop that comes from it
into my mouth. Now, Jack now...'

The red lips closed hungrily upon the object of their desire, the rosy
tongue stretched itself amorously along the palpitating yard, and
twice, the tide of love poured freely forth to be received with every
sign of delight into the velvet mouth.

Nothing in my experience had ever approached the pleasure which I
derived from the intoxicating contact of this young girl's lips and
tongue upon my most sensitive parts, enhanced as it was by my love for
her, which grew apace, and by her own intense delight in the adorable
pastime. So keen indeed were the sensations she procured me that I
was almost able to forget the deprivation laid upon me by Flossie's
promise to her friend. Indeed, when I reflected upon her youth, and the
unmatched beauty of her girlish shape with its slender waist, smooth
satin belly and firm rounded breasts, the whole seemed too perfect a
work of nature to be marred-at least as yet-by the probable
consequences of an act of coition carried to its logical conclusion by a
pair of ardent lovers.

So I bent my head once more to its resting place between the snowy
thighs, and again drew from my darling little mistress the fragrant
treasures of love's sacred store house, lavished upon my clinging lips
with gasps and sighs and all possible tokens of enjoyment in the giving.

After this it was time to part, and at Flossie's suggestion I undressed her,
brushed our her silky hair and put her into bed. Lying on her white
pillow, she looked so fair and like a child that I was for saying
goodnight with just a single kiss upon her cheek. But this was not in
accordance with her views on the subject. She sat up in bed, flung her
arms round my neck, nestled her face against mine and whispered in
my ear:

'I'll never give a promise again as long as I live.'

It was an awful moment and my resolution all but went down under
the strain. But I just managed to resist, and after one prolonged
embrace, during which Flossie's tongue went twining and twisting
round my own with an indescribably lascivious motion, I planted a
farewell kiss full upon the nipple of her left breast, sucked it for an
instant and fled from the room.

On reaching my own quarters I lit a cigar and sat down to think over
the extraordinary good fortune by which I had chanced upon this
unique liaison. It was plain to me that in Flossie I had encountered
probably the only specimen of her class. A girl of sixteen, with all the
fresh charm of that beautiful age united to the fascination of a
passionate and amorous woman. Add to these a finely-strung
temperament, a keen sense of humour, and the true artist's striving
after thoroughness in all she did, and it will be admitted that all these
qualities meeting in a person of quite faultless beauty were enough to
justify the self-congratulations with which I contemplated my present
luck, and the rosy visions of pleasure to come which hung about my
waking and sleeping senses till the morning.

About midday I called at the flat. The door was opened to me by Eva
Letchford.

'I am so glad to see you,' she said. 'Flossie is out on her bicycle, and I can
say what I want to.'

As she moved to the window to draw up the blind a little, I had a better
opportunity of noticing what a really splendid-looking woman she
had become. Observing my glances of frank admiration, she sat down
in a low easy chair opposite to me, crossed her shapely legs, and
looking over at me with a bright pleasant smile, said:

'Now, Jack-I may call you Jack, of course, because we are all three
going to be great friends-you had my letter the other day. No doubt
you thought it a strange document, but when we know one another
better, you will easily understand how I came to write it.'

'My dear girl, I understand it already. You forget I have had several
hours with Flossie. It was her happiness you wanted to secure, and I
hope she will tell you our plan was successful.'

'Flossie and I have not secrets. She has told me everything that passed
between you. She has also told me what did not pass between you, and
how you did not even try to make her break her promise to me.'

'I should have been a brute if I had-'

'Then I am afraid nineteen men out of twenty are brutes-but that's
neither here nor there. What I want you to know is that I appreciate
your nice feeling, and that some day soon I shall, with Flossie's consent,
take an opportunity of showing that appreciation in a practical way.'

Here she crossed her right foot high over the left knee and very
leisurely removed an imaginary speck of dust from the shot silk
stocking.

'Now I must go and change my dress. You'll stay and lunch with us in
the coffee room, won't you?-that's right. This is my bedroom. I'll leave
the door open so that we can talk till Flossie comes. She promised to be
in by one o'clock.'

We chatted away on indifferent subjects whilst I watched with much
satisfaction the operations of the toilette in the next room.

Presently a little cry of dismay reached me:

'Oh dear, oh dear! do come here a minute, Jack. I have pinched one of
my breasts with my stays and made a little red mark. Look! Do you
think it will show in evening dress?'

I examined the injury with all possible care and deliberation.

'My professional opinion is, madam, that as the mark is only an inch
above the nipple we may fairly hope-'

'Above the nipple! then I'm afraid it will be a near thing,' said Eva with
a merry laugh.

'Perhaps a little judicious stroking by an experienced hand might-'

'Naow then there, naow then!' suddenly came from the door in a hoarse
cockney accent.

'You jest let the lydy be, or oi'll give yer somethink to tyke 'ome to yer
dinner, see if oi don't!'

'Who is this person?' I asked of Eva, placing my hands upon her two
breasts as if to shield them from the intruder's eye.

'Person yerself!' said the voice, 'fust thing you've a-gotter do is ter leave
'old of my donah's breasties and then oi'll fork to yer!'

'But the lady has hurt herself, sir, and was consulting me
professionally.'

There was a moment's pause, during which I had time to examine my
opponent whom I found to be wearing a red tam-o'-shanter cap, a
close-fitting knitted silk blouse, a short white flannel skirt, and scarlet
stockings. This charming figure threw itself upon me open-armed and
open-mouthed and kissed me with delightful abandon.

After a hearty laugh over the success of Flossie's latest 'impersonation',
Eva pushed us both out of the room, saying: 'Take her away, Jack, and
see if she has got any marks. Those bicycle saddles are rather trying
sometimes. We will lunch in a quarter of an hour.'

I bore my darling little mistress away to her room, and having helped
her to strip off her clothes, I inspected on my knees the region where
the saddle might have been expected to gall her, but found nothing
but a fair expanse of firm white bottom which I saluted with many
lustful kisses upon every spot within reach of my tongue. Then I took
her naked to the bathroom, and sponged her from neck to ankles, dried
her thoroughly, just plunged my tongue once into' her cunt, carried her
back to her room, dressed her and presented her to Eva within twenty
minutes of our leaving the latter's bedroom.

Below in the coffee-room, a capitally served luncheon awaited us. The
table was laid in a sort of little annexe to the principal room, and I was
glad of the retirement, since we were able to enjoy to the full the
constant flow of fun and mimicry with which Flossie brought tears of
laughter to our eyes throughout the meal. Eva, too, was gifted with a
fine sense of the ridiculous, and as I myself was at least an appreciative
audience, the ball was kept rolling with plenty of spirit.

After lunch Eva announced her intention of going to a conceit in
Piccadilly, and a few minutes later Flossie and I were once more alone.

'Jack,' she said. 'I feel thoroughly and hopelessly naughty this
afternoon. If you like I will go on with my story while you lie on the sofa
and smoke a cigar.'

This exactly suited my views and I said so.

'Very well, then. First give me a great big kiss with all the tongue
you've got about you. Ah! that was good! Now I'm going to sit on this
footstool beside you, and I think one or two of these buttons might be
unfastened, so that I can feel whether the story is producing any effect
upon you. Good gracious! why, it's as hard and stiff as a poker already. I
really must frig it a little-'

'Quite gently and slowly then, please Flossie, or-'

'Yes, quite, quite gently and slowly, so-is that nice, Jack?'

'Nice is not the word, darling!'

'Talking of words, Jack, I am afraid I shall hardly be able to finish my
adventures without occasionally using a word or two which you don't
hear at a Sunday School Class. Do you mind, very much? Of course
you can always go and look out of the window, can't you!'

'My dearest little sweetheart, when we are alone together like this, and
both feeling extremely naughty, as we do now, any and every word
that comes from your dear lips sounds sweet and utterly void of offence
to me.'

'Very well, then; that makes it ever so much easier to tell my story, and
if I should become too shocking-well, you know how I love you to stop
my mouth, don't you Jack!'

A responsive throb from my imprisoned member gave her all the
answer she required.

'Let me see,' she began, 'where was I? Oh, I remember, in Ylette's bed.'

'Yes, she had gamahuched you, and you were just performing the same
friendly office for her.'

'Of course: I was telling you how the length of my tongue made up for
the shortness of my experience, or so Ylette was kind enough to say. I
think she meant it too; at any rate she spent several times before I gave
up my position between her legs. After this we tried the double
gamahuche, which proved a great success because, although she was,
as I have told you, older than I, we were almost exactly of a height, so
that as she knelt over me, her cunt came quite naturally upon my
mouth, and her mouth upon my cunt, and in this position we were able
to give each other an enormous amount of pleasure.'

At this point I was obliged to beg Flossie to remove her right hand from
the situation it was occupying.

'What I cannot understand about it,' she went on, 'is that there are any
number of girls in France, and a good many in England too, who after
they have once been gamahuched by another girl don't care about
anything else. Perhaps it means that they have never been really in
love with a man, because to me one touch of your lips in that particular
neighbourhood is worth ten thousand kisses from anybody else, male
or female and when I have got your dear, darling, delicious prick in my
mouth, I want nothing else in the whole wide world, except to give you
the greatest possible amount of pleasure and to make you spend down
my throat in the quickest possible time-'

'If you really want to beat the record, Flossie, I think there's a good
chance now-'

Almost before the words had passed my lips the member in question
was between hers, where it soon throbbed to the crisis in response to
the indescribable sucking action of mouth and tongue of which she
possessed the secret.

On my telling her how exquisite were the sensations she procured me
by this means she replied:

'Oh, you have to thank Ylette for that! Just before we became friends
she had gone for the long holidays to a country house belonging to a
young couple who were great friends of hers. There was a very
handsome boy of eighteen or so staying in the house. He fell
desperately in love with Ylette and she with him, and he taught her
exactly how to gamahuche him so as to produce the utmost amount of
pleasure. As she told me afterwards, "Every day, every night, almost
ever hour, he would bury his prick in my mouth, frig it against my
tongue, and fill my throat with a divine flood. With a charming
amiability, he worked incessantly to show me every kind of
gamahuching, all the possible ways of sucking a man's prick. Nothing,
said he, should be left to the imagination, which, he explained, can
never produce such good results as a few practical lessons given in
detail upon a real standing prick, plunged to the very root in the
mouth of the girl pupil, to whom one can thus describe on the spot the
various suckings, hard, soft, slow or quick, of which sit is essential she
should know the precise effect in order to obtain the quickest and most
copious flow of the perfumed liquor which she desires to draw from her
lover."
'I suppose,' Ylette went on, 'that one invariably likes what one can do
well. Anyhow, my greatest pleasure in life is to suck a good-looking
boy's prick. If he likes to slip his tongue into my cunt at the same time,
tantmieux.'

'Unfortunately this delightful boy could only stay a fortnight, but as
there were several other young men of the party, and as her lover was
wise enough to know that after his recent lessons in the art of love,
Ylette could not be expected to be an abstainer, he begged her to
enjoy herself in his absence, with the result, as she said that "au bout
d'une semaine il n'y avait pas un vit dans la maison qui ne m'avait
tripoti la luette, ni une langue qui n'etait ramie intime de mon con."
'Every one of these instructions Ylette passed on to me, with practical
illustrations upon my second finger standing as substitute for the real
thing, which, of course, was not to be had in the school-at least not just
then.

'She must have been an excellent teacher, for I have never had any
other lessons than hers, and yours is the first and only staff of love that I
have ever had the honour of gamahuching. However, I mean to make
up now for lost time, for I would have you to know, my darling, that I
am madly in love with every bit of your body, and that most of all do I
adore your angel prick with its coral head that I so love to suck and
plunge into my mouth. Come, Jack, come! Let us have one more double
gamahuche. One moment! There! Now I am naked. I am going to kneel
over your face with my legs wide apart and my cunt kissing your
mouth. Drive the whole of your tongue into it, won't you, Jack, and
make it curl round my clitoris. Yes! that's it-just like that. Lovely! Now I
can't talk any more, because I am going to fill my mouth with the
whole of your darling prick; push; push it down my throat, Jack, and
when the time comes, spend your very longest and most. I'm going to
frig you a little first and rub you under your balls. Goodness! how the
dear thing is standing. In he goes now... m... m... m... m... m... m...!
A few inarticulate gasps and groans of pleasure were the only sounds
audible for some minutes during which each strove to render the
sensations of the other as acute as possible. I can answer for it that
Flossie's success was complete, and by the convulsive movements of her
bottom and the difficulty I experienced in keeping the position of my
tongue upon her palpitating clitoris, I gathered that operations had
not altogether failed in their object. In this I was confirmed by the
copious and protracted discharge which the beloved cunt delivered
into my throat at the same instant as the incomparable mouth received
my yard to the very root, and a perfect torrent rewarded her delicious
efforts for my enjoyment.

'Ah, Jack! that was just heavenly,' she sighed, as she rose from her
charming position. How you did spend, that time, you darling old boy,
and so did I, eh, Jack?'

'My little angel, I thought you would never have finished,' I replied.

'Do you know, Jack, I believe you really did get a little way down my
throat, then! At any rate you managed the "tripotage de luette" that
Ylette's friend recommended so strongly!'

'And I don't think I ever got quite so far into your cunt, Flossie.'

'That's quite true; I felt your tongue touch a spot it had never reached
before. And just wasn't it lovely when you got there! It almost makes
me spend again to think of it! But I am not going to be naughty any
more. And to show you how truly virtuous I am feeling, I'll continue my
story if you like. I want to get on with it, because I know you must be
wondering all the time how a person of my age can have come to be
so... what shall we say, Jack?'

'Larky,' I suggested.

'Yes, "larky" will do. Of course I have always been "older than my age"
as the saying goes, and my friendship with Ylette and all the lovely
things she used to do to me made me "come on" much faster than most
girls. I ought to tell you that I got to be rather a favourite at school, and
after it came to be known that Ylette and I were on gamahuching
terms, I used to get little notes from lots of other girls in the school
imploring me to sleep with them. One dear thing even went so far as to
give me the measurements of her tongue, which she had taken with a
piece of string.'

'Oh, I say, Flossie, come now-I can swallow a good deal but-'

'You can indeed, Jack, as I have good reason to know! But all the same
it's absolutely true. You can't have any conception what French
schoolgirls of sixteen are like. There is nothing they won't do to get
themselves gamahuched, and if a girl is pretty or fascinating or has
particularly good legs, or specially large breasts, she may, if she likes,
have a fresh admirer's head under her petticoats every day of the
week. Of course, it's all very wrong and dreadful, I know, but what else
can you expect? In France gamahuching between grown-up men and
women is a recognized thing-'

'Not only in France, nowadays,' I put in.

'So I have heard. But at any rate in France everybody does it. Girls at
school naturally know this, as they know most things. At that time of
life-at my time of life, if you like-a girl thinks and dreams of nothing
else. She cannot, except by some extraordinary luck, find herself alone
with a boy or man. One day her girl chum at school pops her head
under her petticoats and gamahuches her deliciously. How can you
wonder if from that moment she is ready to go through fire and water
to obtain the same pleasure?'

'Go on, Flossie. You are simply delicious today!'

'Don't laugh, Jack. I am very serious about it. I don't care how much a
girl of (say) my age longs for a boy to be naughty with-it's perfectly
right and natural. What I think is bad is that she should begin by
having a liking for a girl's tongue inculcated into her. I should like to
see boys and girls turned loose upon one another once a week or so at
authorized gamahuching parties, which should be attended by
masters and governesses (who would have to see that the other thing
was not indulged in, of course). Then the girls would grow up with a
good healthy taste for the other sex, and even if they did do a little
gamahuching amongst themselves between whiles, it would only be to
keep themselves going till the next "party". By my plan a boy's prick
would be the central object of their desires, as it ought to be. Now I
think that's a very fine scheme, Jack, and as soon as I am a little older, I
shall go to Paris and put it before the Minister of Education!'

'But why wait, Flossie? Why not go now?'

'Well, you see, if the old gentleman (I suppose he is old, isn't he, or he
wouldn't be a minister?)-if he saw a girl in short frocks, he would think
she had got some private object to serve in regard to the gamahuching
parties. Whereas a grown-up person who had plainly left school might
be supposed to be doing it unselfishly for the good of the rising
generation.'

'Yes, I understand that. But when you do go, Flossie, please take me or
some other respectable person with you, because I don't altogether
trust that Minister of Education and whatever the length of your frocks
might happen to be at the time, I feel certain that, old or young, the
moment you had explained your noble scheme, he would be wanting
some practical illustrations on the office armchair!'

'How dare you suggest such a thing, Jack! You are to understand, sir,
that from henceforth my mouth is reserved for three purposes, to eat
with, to talk with, and to kiss you with on whatever part of your person
I may happen to fancy at the moment. By the way, you won't mind my
making just one exception in favour of Eva, will you? She loves me to
make her nipples stand with my tongue; occasionally, too, we perform
the "soixant neuf".'

'When the next performance takes place, may I be there to see?' I
ejaculated fervently.

'Oh, Jack, how shocking!'

'Does it shock you, Flossie? Very well, then I withdraw it, and
apologize.'

'You cannot withdraw it now. You have distinctly stated that you
would like to be there when Eva and I have our next gamahuche.'

'Well, I suppose I did say.'

'Silence, sir,' said Flossie in a voice of thunder, and shaking her brown
head at me with inexpressible ferocity. 'You have made a proposal of
the most indecent character, and the sentence of the Court is that, at
the first possible opportunity, you shall beheld to that proposal!
Meanwhile the Court condemns you to receive 250 kisses on various
parts of your body, which it will at once proceed to administer. Now,
sir, off with your clothes!'

'Mayn't I keep my...'

'No, sir, you may not!'

The sentence of the Court was accordingly carried out to the letter,
somewhere about three-fourths of the kisses being applied upon one
and the same part of the prisoner to which the Court attached its
mouth with extraordinary gusto.

[April]

CHAPTER 3
NOX AMBROSIANA

My intercourse with the tenants of the flat became daily more intimate
and more frequent. My love for Flossie grew intensely deep and strong
as opportunities increased for observing the rare sweetness and
amiability of her character, and the charm which breathed like a spell
over everything she said and did. At one moment, so great was her tact
and so keen her judgment, I would find myself consulting her on a
knotty point with the certainty of getting sound advice; at another the
child in her would suddenly break out and she would romp and play
about like the veriest kitten. Then there would be yet another reaction,
and without a word of warning, she would become amorous and
caressing and seizing upon her favourite plaything, would push it into
her mouth and suck it in a perfect frenzy of erotic passion. It is hardly
necessary to say that these contrasts of mood lent an infinite zest to our
liaison and I had almost ceased to long for its more perfect
consummation. But one warm June evening, allusion was again made
to the subject by Flossie, who repeated her sorrow for the deprivation
she declared I must be feeling so greatly.

I assured her that it was not so.

'Well, Jack, if you aren't, am,' she cried. 'And what is more there is
someone else who is "considerably likewise" as our old gardener used
to say.'

'What do you mean, child?'

She darted into the next room and came back almost directly.

'Sit down there and listen to me. In that room, lying asleep on her bed, is
the person whom, after you, I love best in the world. There is nothing I
wouldn't do for her, and I'm sure you'll believe this when I tell you that
I am going to beg you on my knees, to go in there and do to Eva what
my promise to her prevents me from letting you do to me. Now, Jack, I
know you love me and you know dearly I love you. Nothing can alter
that. Well, Jack, if you will go into Eva, gamahuche her well and let
her gamahuche you (she adores it), and then have her thoroughly and
in all positions-I shall simply love you a thousand times better than
ever.'

'But Flossie, my darling, Eva doesn't-'

'Oh, doesn't she! Wait till you get between her legs, and see! Come
along; I'll just put you inside the room and then leave you. She is lying
outside her bed for coolness-on her side. Lie down quietly behind her.

She will be almost sure to think it's me, and perhaps you will hearsomething
interesting. Quick's the word! Come!'

The sight which met my eyes on entering Eva's bedroom was enough to
take one's breath away. She lay on her side, with her face towards the
door, stark naked, and fast asleep. I crept noiselessly towards her and
gazed upon her glorious nudity in speechless delight. Her dark hair fell
in a cloud about her white shoulders. Her fine face was slightly
flushed, the full red lips a little parted. Below, the gleaming breasts
caught the light from the shaded lamp at her bedside, the pink nipples
rising and falling to the time of her quiet breathing. One fair round
arm was behind her head, the other lay along the exquisitely turned
thigh. The good St Anthony might have been pardoned for owning
himself defeated by such a picture!
As is usual with a sleeping person who is being looked at, Eva stirred a
little, and her lips opened as if to speak. I moved on tiptoe to the other
side of the bed, and stripping myself naked, lay down beside her.

Then, without turning round, a sleepy voice said, 'Ah, Flossie, are you
there? What have you done with Jack?(a pause).When are you going
to lend him to me for a night, Flossie? I wish I'd got him here now,
between my legs-betwe-e-e-n m-y-y-y le-egs! Oh dear! how randy I
do feel tonight. When I do have Jack for a night, Flossie, may I take his
prick in my mouth before we do the other thing? Flossie-Flossee-why
don't you answer? Little darling! I expect she's tired out, and no
wonder! Well, I suppose I'd better put something on me and go to sleep
too!'

As she raised herself from the pillow, her hand came in contact with
my person.

'Angels and Ministers of Grace defend us! What's this? You, Jack! And
you've heard what I've been saying?'

'I'm afraid I have, Eva.'

'Well, it doesn't matter; I meant it all, and more besides! Now before I
do anything else I simply must run in and kiss that darling Floss for
sending you to me. It is just like her, and I can't say anything stronger
than/Art!'

'Jack,' she said on coming back to the room. 'I warn you that you are
going to have a stormy night. In the matter of love, I've gone starving
for many months. Tonight I'm fairly roused, and when in that state, I
believe I am about the most erotic bedfellow to be found anywhere.

Flossie has given me leave to say and do anything and everything to
you, and I mean to use the permission for all its worth. Flossie tells me
that you are an absolutely perfect gamahucher. Now I adore being
gamahuched. Will you do that for me, Jack?'

'My dear girl, I should rather think so!'

'Good! But it is not to be all on one side. I shall gamahuche you, too, and
you will have to own that I know something of the art. Another thing
you may perhaps like to try is what the French call "fouterie auxseins".'

'I know all about it, and if I may insert Monsieur Jacques between those
magnificent breasts of yours, I shall die of the pleasure.'

'Good again. Now we come to the legitimate drama, from which you
and Floss have so nobly abstained. I desire to be thoroughly and
comprehensively fucked tonight-sorry to have to use the word, Jack,
but it is the only one that expresses my meaning.'

'Don't apologize, dear. Under present circumstances all words are
allowable.'

'Glad to hear you say that, because it makes conversation so much
easier. Now let me take hold of your prick, and frig it a little, so that I
may judge what size it attains in full erection. So! he's a fine boy, and I
think he will fit my cunt to a turn. I must kiss his pretty head, it looks so
tempting. Ah! delicious! See here Jack, I will lie back with my head on
the pillow, and you shall just come and kneel over me and have me in
the mouth. Push away gaily, just as if you were fucking me, and when
you are going to spend, slip one hand under my neck and drive your
prick down my throat, and do not dare to withdraw it until I have
received all you have to give me. Sit upon my chest first for a minute
and let me tickle your prick with the nipples of my breasts. Is that
nice? Ah! I knew you would like it! Now kneel up to my face, and I will
suck you.'

With eagerly pouting lips and clutching fingers, she seized upon my
straining hard, and pressed it into her soft mouth. Arrived there, it was
saluted by the velvet tongue which twined itself about the nut in a
thousand lascivious motions.

Mindful of Eva's instructions, I began to work the instrument as if it was
in another place. At once she laid her hands upon my buttocks and
regulated the time of my movements, assisting them by a
corresponding action of her head. Once, owing to carelessness on my
part, her lips lost their hold altogether; with a little cry, she caught my
prick in her fingers and in an instant, it was again between her lips and
revelling in the adorable pleasure of their sucking.

A moment later and my hands were under her neck, for the signal, and
my very soul seemed to be exhaled from me in response to the clinging
of her mouth as she felt my prick throb with the passage of love's
torrent.

After a minute's rest, and a word of gratitude for the transcendent
pleasure she had given me, I began a tour of kisses over the enchanting
regions which lay between her neck and her knees, ending with a
protracted sojourn in the last, she said:

'Please to begin by passing your tongue slowly round the edges of the
lips, then thrust it into the lower part at full length and keep it there
working it in and out for a little. Then move it gradually up to the top
and when there, press your tongue firmly against my clitoris for a
minute or so. Next take the clitoris between your lips and suck it
furiously, bite it gently, and slip the point of your tongue underneath
it. When I have spent twice, which I am sure to do in the first three
minutes, get up and lie between my legs, drive the whole of your
tongue into my mouth and the whole of your prick into my cunt, and
fuck me with all your might and main!'

I could not resist a smile at the naiveté of these circumstantial
directions. My amusement was not lost upon Eva, who hastened to
explain, by reminding me again that it was 'ages' since she had been
touched by a man. 'In gamahuching,' she said, 'the details are
everything. In copulation they are not so important, since the principal
things that increase one's enjoyment-such as the quickening of the
stroke towards the end by the man, and the knowing exactly how and
when to applying the nipping action of the cunt by the woman-come
more or less naturally, especially with practice. But now, Jack, I want
to be gamahuched, please.'

'And I'm longing to be at you, dear. Come and kneel astride of me, and
let me kiss your cunt without any more delay.'

Eva was pleased to approve of this position and in another moment, I
was slipping my tongue into the delicious cavity which opened wider
and wider to receive its caresses, and to enable it to plunge further and
further into the perfumed depths. My attentions were next turned to
the finely developed clitoris which I found to be extraordinarily
sensitive. In fact, Eva's own time limit of three minutes had not been
reached, when the second effusion escaped her, and a third was easily
obtained by a very few more strokes of the tongue. After this, she laid
herself upon her back, drew me towards her and, taking hold of my
prick, placed it tenderly between her breasts, and pressing them
together with her hands, urged me to enjoy myself in this enchanting
position. The length and stiffness imported to my member by the
warmth and softness of her breasts delighted her beyond measure, and
she implored me to fuck her without any further delay. I was never
more ready or better furnished than at that moment, and after she had
once more taken my prick into her mouth for a moment, I slipped down
to the desired position between her thighs which she had already
parted to their uttermost to receive me. In an instant she had guided
the staff of love to the exact spot, and with a heave of her bottom, aided
by an answering thrust from me, had buried it to the root within the
soft down of its natural covering.

Eva's description of herself as an erotic bedfellow had hardly prepared
me for the joys I was to experience in her arms. From the moment the
nut of my yard touched her womb, she became as one possessed. Her
eyes were turned heavenwards, her tongue twined round my own in
rapture, her hands played about my body, now clasping my neck, now
working feverishly up and down my back, and ever and again,
creeping down to her lower parts where her first and second finger
would rest compass-shaped upon the two edges of her cunt, pressing
themselves upon my prick as it glided in and out and adding still
further to the maddening pleasure I was undergoing. Her breath came
in short quick gasps, the calves of her legs sometimes lay upon my own
but more often were locked over my loins or buttocks, thus enabling
her to time to a nicety the strokes of my body, and to respond with
accurately judged thrusts from her own splendid bottom. At last a low
musical cry came from her parted lips, she strained me to her naked
body with redoubled fury and driving the whole length of her tongue
into my mouth, she spent long and deliciously, whilst I flooded her
clinging cunt with a torrent of unparalleled volume and duration.

'Jack,' she whispered, 'I have never enjoyed anything half so much in
my life before. I hope you liked it too?'

'I don't think you can expect anyone to say that he "liked" fucking you,
Eva! One might "like" kissing your hand, or helping you on with an
opera cloak or some minor pleasure of that sort. But to lie between a
pair of legs like yours, cushioned on a pair of breasts like yours, with a
tongue like yours down one's throat, and one's prick held in the soft
grip of a cunt like yours, is to undergo a series of sensations such as
don't come twice in a lifetime.'

Eva's eyes flashed as she gathered me closer in her naked arms and
said:

'Don’t they, though! In this particular instance I am going to see that
they come twice within half an hour!'

'Well, I've come twice in less than half an hour and-'

'Oh! I know what you are going to say, but we'll soon put that all right.'

A careful examination of the state of affairs was then made by Eva
who bent her pretty head for the purpose, kneeling on the bed in a
position which enabled me to gaze at my leisure upon all her secret
charms.

Her operations meanwhile were causing me exquisite delight. With an
indescribable tenderness of action, soft and caressing as that of a young
mother tending her sick child, she slipped the fingers of her left hand
under my balls while the other hand wandered luxuriously over the
surrounding country and finally came to an anchor upon my prick,
which not unnaturally began to show signs of returning vigour.

Pleased at the patient's unproved state of health, she passed her
delicious velvet tongue up and down and round and into a standing
position! This sudden and satisfactory result of her ministrations so
excited her that, without letting go of her prisoner, she cleverly passed
one leg over me as I lay, and behold us in the traditional attitude of the
gamahuche a deux! I now, for the first time, looked upon Eva's cunt in
its full beauty, and I gladly devoted a moment to the inspection before
plunging my tongue between the rich red lips which seemed to kiss my
mouth as it clung in ecstasy in their luscious folds. I may say here that
in point of colour, proportion and beauty of outline, Eva Letchford's
cunt was the most perfect I had ever seen or gamahuched, though in
after years my darling little Flossie's displayed equal faultlessness,
and, as being the cunt of my beloved little sweetheart, whom I adored,
it was entitled to and received from me a degree of homage never
accorded to any other before or since.

The particular part of my person to which Eva was paying attention
soon attained in her mouth a size and hardness which did the highest
credit to her skill. With my tongue revelling in its enchanted restingplace,
and my prick occupying what a house-agent might truthfully
describe as 'this most desirable site', I was personally content to remain
as we were, whilst Eva, entirely abandoning herself to her charming
occupation, had apparently forgotten the object with which she had
originally undertaken it. Fearing therefore lest the clinging mouth and
delicately twining tongue should bring about the crisis which Eva had
designed should take place elsewhere, I reluctantly took my lips from
the clitoris they were enclosing at the moment, and called to its owner
to stop.

'But Jack, you're just going to spend!' was the plaintive reply.

'Exactly, dear! And how about the "twice in half an hour".'

'Oh! of course. You were going to fuck me again, weren't you! Well,
you'll find Massa Johnson in pretty good trim for the fray,' and she
laughingly held up my prick, which was really of enormous
dimensions, and plunging it downwards let it rebound with a loud
report against my belly.

This appeared to delight her, for she repeated it several times. Each
time the elasticity seemed to increase and the force of the recoil to
become greater.

'The darling!' she cried, as she kissed the coral head. 'He is going to his
own chosen abiding place. Come! Come! Come! blessed, blessed prick.

Bury yourself in this loving cunt which longs for you; frig yourself
deliciously against the lips which wait to kiss you; plunge into the
womb which yearns to receive your life-giving seed; pause as you go
by to press the clitoris that loves you. Come, divine, adorable prick!
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! fuck me long and hard: fuck and spare not!-
Jack, you are into me, my cunt clings to your prick, do you feel how it
nips you? Push, Jack, further; now your balls are kissing my bottom.

That's lovely! Crush my breasts with your chest, cr-r-r-r-ush them,
Jack. Now go slowly a moment, and let your prick gently rub my
clitoris. So... o... o... Now faster and harder... faster still-now your tongue
in my mouth, and dig your nails into my bottom. I'm going to spend:

fuck, Jack, fuck me, fuck me, fu-u-u-uck me! Heavens! what bliss it is!
Ah you're spending too. Bo... o... o... oth together, both toge... e... e... ther.

Pour it into me, Jack! Flood me, drown me, fill my womb. God! What
rapture. Don't stop. Your prick is still hard and long. Drive it into metouch
my navel. Let me get my hand down to frig you as you go in and
out. The sweet prick! He's stiffer than ever. How splendid of him! Fuck
me again, Jack, Ah! fuck me till tomorrow, fuck me till I die.'

I fear that this language in the cold form of print may seem more than a
little crude. Yet those who have experience of a beautiful and refined
woman, abandoning herself in moments of passion to similar freedom
of speech, will own the stimulus thus given to the sexual powers. In the
present instance its effect, joined to the lascivious touches and never
ceasing efforts to arouse and increase desire of this deliciously lustful
girl, was to impart an unprecedented stiffness to my member which
throbbed almost to bursting within the enclosing cunt and pursued its
triumphant career to such lengths, that even the resources of the
insatiable Eva gave out at last, and she lay panting in my arms, where
soon afterwards she passed into a quiet sleep. Drawing a silken
coverlet over her, I rose with great caution, slipped on my clothes, and
in five minutes was on my way home.

[April]

CHAPTER 4
MORE OF FLOSSIE'S SCHOOL-LIFE; AND OTHER MATTERS

'Good morning, Captain Archer, I trust that you have slept well?' said
Flossie on my presenting myself at the flat early the next day. 'My
friend Miss Letchford,' she went on, in a prim middle-aged tone of
voice, 'has not yet left her apartment. She complains of having passed a
somewhat disturbed night owing to-ahem!'

'Rats in the wainscot?' I suggested.

'No, my friend attributes her sleepless condition to a severe irritation in
the-forgive the immodesty of my words-lower part of her person,
followed by a prolonged pricking in the same region. She is still feeling
the effects, and I found her violently clasping a pillow between herahem!-
legs, with which she was apparently endeavouring to soothe
her feelings.'

'Dear me! Miss Eversley, do you think I could be of any
assistance?'(stepping towards Eva's door).

'You are most kind, Captain Archer, but I have already done what I
could in the way of friction and-other little attentions, which left the
poor sufferer somewhat calmer. Now, Jack, you wretch! you haven't
kissed me yet... That's better! You will not be surprised to hear that Eva
has given me a full and detailed description of her sleepless night, in
her own language, which I have no doubt you have discovered, is just a
biographical times.'

'Well, my little darling, I did my best, as I knew you would wish me to
do. It wasn't difficult with such a bed-fellow as Eva. But charming and
amorous as she is, I couldn't help feeling all the time "if it were only my
little Flossie lying under me now!" By the way, how utterly lovely you
are this morning, Floss.'

She was dressed in a short sprigged cotton frock, falling very little
below her knees, shot pink and black stockings, and low patent leather
shoes with silver buckles. Her long wavy brown hair gleamed gold in
the morning light, and the deep blue eyes glowed with health and
love, and now and again flashed with merriment. I gazed upon her in
rapture at her beauty.

'Do you like my frock, Jack? I'm glad. It's the first time I've had it on. It's
part of my trousseau.'

'Your what, Flossie?' I shouted.

'I said my trousseau,' she repeated quietly, but with sparks of fun
dancing in her sweet eyes. 'The fact is, Jack, Eva declared the other day
that though I am not married to you, you and I are really on a sort of
honeymoon. So, as I have just had a good lot of money from the lawyers,
she made me go with her and buy everything new. Look
here,'(unfastening her bodice)'new stays, new chemise, new stockings
and oh! Jack, look!, such lovely new drawers-none of your horrid
vulgar knickerbockers, trimmings and lovely little tucks all the way
up, and quite wide open in front for... ventilation I suppose! Feel what
soft stuff they are made of! Eva was awfully particular about these
drawers. She is always so practical, you know.'

'Practical!' I interrupted.

'Yes. What she said was that you would often be wanting to kiss me
between my legs when there wasn't time to undress and be naked
together, so that I must have drawers made of the finest and most
delicate stuff to please you, and with the opening cut extra wide so as
not to get in the way of your tongue! Now don't you call that practical?'

'I do indeed! Blessed Eva, that's another good turn I owe her!'

'Well, for instance, there isn't time to undress now, Jack and-'

She threw herself back in her chair and in an instant, I had plunged
under the short rose-scented petticoats and had my mouth glued to
46
the beloved cunt once more. In the midst of the delicious operation, I
fancied I heard a slight sound from the direction of Eva's door and just
then, Flossie locked her hands behind my head and pressed me to her
with even more than her usual ardour; a moment later deluging my
throat with the perfumed essence of her being.

'You darling old boy, how you did make me spend that time! I really
think your tongue is longer than it was. Perhaps the warmth of Eva's
interior has made it grow! Now I must be off to the dressmaker's for an
hour or so. By the way, she wants to make my frocks longer. She
declares people can see my drawers when I run upstairs.'

'Don't you let her do it, Floss.'

'Rather not! What's the use of buying expensive drawers like mine if
you can't show them to a pal! Good morning, Captain! Sorry I can't stop.

While I'm gone you might just step in and see how my lydy friend's
gettin' on. Fust door on the right. Good morning!'

For a minute or two, I lay back in my chair and wondered whether I
would not take my hat and go. But a moment's further reflection told
me that I must do as Flossie directed me. To this decision, I must own,
the memory of last night's pleasure and the present demands of a most
surprising erection contributed in no small degree. Accordingly, I
tapped at Eva's bedroom door.

She had just come from her bath and wore only a peignoir and her
stockings. On seeing me, she at once let fall her garment and stood
before me in radiant nakedness.

'Look at this,' she said, holding out a half-sheet of notepaper. 'I found it
on my pillow when I woke an hour ago.'

If Jack comes this morning I shall send him in to see you while I go to
Virginie's. Let him-anything beginning with "f" or "s" that rhymes with
luck-you. "A hair of the dog" etc., will do you both good. My time will
come. Ha! Ha!
Floss Now I ask you, Jack, was there ever such an adorable little
darling?'

My answer need not be recorded.

Eva came close to me and thrust her hand inside my clothes.

'Ah! I see you are of the same way of thinking as myself,' she said taking
hold of my fingers and carrying them onto her cunt, which pouted
hungrily. 'So let us have one good royal fuck and then you can stay
here with me while I dress, and I'll tell you anything that Flossie may
have left out about her school-life in Paris. Will that meet your views?'

'Exactly,' I replied.

'Very well then. As we are going to limit ourselves to one, would you
mind fucking me en levrette?'

'Any way you like, most puissant and fucksome of ladies!'

I stripped off my clothes in a twinkling and Eva placed herself in
position, standing on the rug and bending forwards with her elbows on
the bed. I reverently saluted the charms thus presented to my lips,
omitting none, and then rising from my knees, advanced, weapon in
hand, to storm the breach. As I approached, Eva opened her legs to
their widest extent, and I drove my straining prick into the mellow
cunt, fucking it with unprecedented vigour and delight, as the lips
alternately parted and contracted, nipping me with an extraordinary
force in response to the pressure of my right forefinger upon the clitoris
and of my left upon the nipples of the heaving breasts. Keen as was the
enjoyment we were both experiencing, the fuck-as invariably the case
with a morning performance-was of very protracted duration, and
several minutes had elapsed before I dropped my arms to Eva's thighs
and, with my belly glued against her bottom and my face nestling
between her shoulder blades, felt the rapturous throbbing of my prick
as it discharged an avalanche into the innermost recesses of her womb.

'Don't move, Jack, for Heaven's sake,' she cried.

'Don't want to, Eva, I'm quite happy where I am, thank you!'

Moving an inch or two further out from the bed so as to give herself
more 'play', she started an incredibly provoking motion of her bottom,
so skilfully executed that it produced the impression of being almost
spiral. The action is difficult to describe, but her bottom rose and fell,
moved backward and forward, and from side to side in quick
alternation, the result being that my member was constantly in contact
with, as it were, some fresh portion of the embracing cunt, the soft folds
of which seemed by their varied and tender caresses to be pleading to
him to emerge from his present state of partial apathy and resume the
proud condition he had displayed before.

'Will he come up this way, Jack, or shall I take the dear little man in
my mouth and suck him into an erection?'

'I think he'll be all right as he is, dear. Just keep on nipping him with
your cunt and push your bottom a little closer to me so that I may feel
your naked flesh against mine...that’s it.'

'Ah! the darling prick, he's beginning to swell! He's going to fuck me
directly, I know he is! Your finger on my cunt in front, please Jack, and
the other hand on my nipples. So! that's nice. Oh dear! How I do want
your tongue in my mouth, but that can't be. Now begin and fuck me
slowly at first. Your second finger on my clitoris, please, and frig me in
time to the motion of your body. Now fuck faster a little, and deeper
into me. Push, dear, push like a demon. Pinch my nipple; a little faster
on the clitoris. I'm spending! I'm dying of delight! Fuck me, Jack, keep
on fucking me. Don't be afraid. Strike against my bottom with all your
strength, harder still, harder! Now put your hands down to my thighs
and drag me on to you. Lovely! grip the flesh of my thighs with your
fingers and fuck me to the very womb.'

'Eva, look out! I'm going to spend!'

'So am I, Jack. Ah! how your prick throbs against my cunt! Fuck me,
Jack, to the last moment, spend your last drop, as I'm doing. One last
push up to the hilt-there, keep him in like that and let me have a
deluge from you. How exquisite! how adorable to spend together! One
moment more before you take him out, and let me kiss him with my
cunt before I say goodbye.'

'What a nip that was, Eva, it felt more like a hand on me than a-'

'Yes,' she interrupted, turning round and facing me with her eyes
languorous and velvety with lust, 'that is my only accomplishment, and
I must say I think it's a valuable one! In Paris I had a friend-but no
matter I'm not going to talk about myself, but about Flossie. Sit down in
that chair, and have a cigarette while I talk to you. I'm going to stay
naked if you don't mind. It's so hot. Now if you're quite comfy, I'll begin.'

She seated herself opposite to me, her splendid naked body full in the
light from the window near her.

'There is a part of Flossie's school story,' began Eva, 'which she has
rather shrunk from telling you, and so I propose to relate the incident,
in which I am sure you will be sufficiently interested. For the first
twelve months of her school days in Paris, nothing very special
occurred beyond the cementing of her friendship with Ylette
Vespertin. Flossie was a tremendous favourite with the other girls on
account of her sweet nature and her extraordinary beauty, and there is
no doubt that a great many curly heads were popped under her
petticoats at one time and another. All these heads, however, belonged
to her own sex, and no great harm was done. But at last there arrived at
the convent a certain Camille de Losgrain, who, though by no means
averse to the delights of gamahuche, nursed a strong preference for
male, as against female charms. Camille speedily struck up an alliance
with a handsome boy of seventeen who lived in the house next door.

This youth had often seen Flossie and greatly desired her
acquaintance. It seems that his bedroom window was on the same level
as that of the room occupied by Flossie, Camille and three other girls,
all of whom knew him by sight and had severally expressed a desire to
have him between their legs. So it was arranged one night that he was
to climb onto a buttress below his room, and the girls would manage to
haul him into theirs. All this had to be done in darkness, as of course no
light could be shown. The young gentleman duly arrived on the scene
in safety-the two eldest girls divested him of his clothes, and then,
according to previous agreement, the five damsels sat naked on the
edge of the bed in the pitch dark room, and Master Don Juan was to
decide, by passing his hands over their bodies, which of the five should
be favoured with his attentions. No one was to speak, to touch his
person or to make any sign of interest. Twice the youth essayed this
novel kind of ordeal by touch, and after a moment's profound silence
he said, "J'ai choisi, c'est la troisieme." "La troisieme" was no other than
Flossie, the size of whose breasts had at once attracted him as well as
given a clue to her identity. And now, Jack, I hope the sequel will not
distress you. The other girls accepted the decision most loyally, having
no doubt anticipated it.

They laid Flossie tenderly on the bed and lavished every kind of caress
upon her, gamahuching her with especial tenderness, so as to open the
road as far as possible to the invader. It fortunately turned out to be the
case that the boy's prick was not by any means of abnormal size, and as
the dear little maidenhead had been already subjected to very
considerable wear and tear of fingers and tongues the entrance was, as
she told me herself, effected with a minimum of pain and discomfort,
hardly felt indeed in the midst of the frantic kisses upon mouth, eyes,
nipples, breasts and buttocks which the four excited girls rained upon
her throughout the operation. As for the boy, his enjoyment knew no
bounds, and when his allotted time was up could hardly be persuaded
to make the return voyage to his room. This, however, was at last
accomplished, and the four virgins hastened to hear from their
ravished friend the full true and particular account of her sensations.

For several nights after this, the boy made his appearance in the room,
where he fucked all the other four in succession, and pined openly for
Flossie, who, however, regarded him as belonging to Camille and
declined anything beyond the occasional service of his tongue which
she greatly relished and which he, of course, as gladly put at her
disposal.

'All this happened just before my time and was related to me
afterwards by Flossie herself. Then I was engaged to teach English at
the convent. Like everyone else who is brought in contact with her, I at
once fell in love with Flossie and we quickly became the greatest of
friends. Six months ago, came a change of fortune for me, an old
bachelor uncle dying suddenly and leaving me a competence. By this
time, the attachment between Flossie and myself had become so deep
that the child could not bear the thought of parting from me. I too was
glad enough of the excuse thus given for writing to Flossie's guardianwho
has never taken more than a casual interest in her-to propose her
returning to England with me and the establishment of a joint menage.

My "references" being satisfactory, and Flossie having declared herself
to be most anxious for the plan, the guardian made no objection and in
short-here we are!'

'Well, that's a very interesting story, Eva. Only-confound that French
boy and his buttress!'

'Yes, you would naturally feel like that about it, and I don't blame you.

Only you must remember that if it hadn't been for the size of Flossie's
breasts, and its being done in the dark, and...'

'But Eva, you don't mean to tell me the young brute wouldn't have
chosen her out of the five if there had been alight, do you!'

'No, of course not. What I do mean is that it was all a sort of fluke, and
that Flossie is really, to all intents and purposes...'

'Yes, yes, I know what you would like to say, and I entirely and
absolutely agree with you. I love Flossie with all my heart and soul
and... well, that French boy can go to the devil!'

'Miss Eva! Miss Eva!' came a voice outside the door.

'Well, what is it?'

'Oh, if you please, Miss, there's a young man downstairs called for his
little account. Says 'e's the coals, Miss. I towld him you was engaged,
Miss.'

'Did you-and what did he say?'

'"Ow!" 'e sez, "engyged, is she," 'e sez-"well, you tell 'er from me
confidential-like, as it's 'igh time she was married," 'e sez!'

Our shouts of laughter brought Flossie scampering into the room,
evidently in the wildest spirits.

'Horful scandal in 'igh life,' she shouted. 'A genl'man dish-covered in a
lydy's aportments! 'arrowin' details. Speshul! Pyper! Speshul!-Now then,
you two, what have you been doing while I've been gone? Suppose you
tell me exactly what you've done and I'll tell you exactly what I've
done'-then in a tone of cheap melodrama-'Aha! 'ave I sur-proised yer
guilty secret? She winceth! Likewise 'e winceth! in fact they both
winceth! Thus h'am I avenged upon the pair!' And kneeling down
between us, she pushed a dainty finger softly between the lips of Eva's
cunt, and with her other hand took hold of my yard and tenderly
frigged it, looking up into our faces all the time with inexpressible love
and sweetness shining from her eyes.

'You dears!' she said. 'It is nice to have you two naked together like this!'

A single glance passed between Eva and me, and getting up from our
seats we flung ourselves upon the darling and smothered her with
kisses. Then Eva, with infinite gentleness and many loving touches,
proceeded to undress her, handing the dainty garments to me one by
one to be laid on the bed near me. As the fair white breasts came forth
from the corset, Eva gave a little cry of delight, and pushing the laceedged
chemise below the swelling globes, took one erect and rosy
nipple into her mouth, and putting her hand behind my neck,
motioned me to take the other. Shivers of delight coursed up and down
the shapely body over which our fingers roamed in all directions.

Flossie's remaining garments were soon allowed to fall by a deft touch
from Eva, and the beautiful girl stood before us in all her radiant
nakedness. We paused a moment to gaze upon the spectacle of
loveliness. The fair face flushed with love and desire; the violet eyes
shone; the full rounded breasts put forth their coral nipples as if
craving to be kissed again; below the smooth satin belly appeared the
silken tuft that shaded without concealing the red lips of the adorable
cunt; the polished thighs gained added whiteness by contrast with the
dark stockings which clung amorously to the finely moulded legs.

'Now, Jack, both together,’ said Eva, suddenly.

I divined what she meant and arranging a couple of large cushions on
the wide divan, I took Flossie in my arms and laid her upon them, her
feet upon the floor. Her legs opened instinctively and thrusting my
head between her thighs, I plunged my tongue into the lower part of
the cunt, whilst Eva, kneeling over her, upon the divan, attacked the
developed clitoris. Our mouths thus met upon the enchanted spot and
our tongues filled every corner and crevice of it. My own, I must admit,
occasionally wandered downwards to the adjacent regions, and
explored the valley of delight in that direction. But wherever we went
and whatever we did, the lithe young body beneath continued to
quiver from head to foot with excess of pleasure, shedding its treasures
now in Eva's mouth, now in mine and sometimes in both at once! But
vivid as were the delights she was experiencing, they were of a passive
kind only, and Flossie was already artist enough to know that the
keenest enjoyment is only obtained when giving and receiving are
equally shared. Accordingly I was not surprised to hear her say:

'Jack, could you come up here to me now, please?'

Signalling to me to kneel astride her face, she seized my yard, guided it
to her lips and then locking her hands over my loins, she alternately
tightened and relaxed her grasp, signifying that I was to use the
delicious mouth freely as a substitute for the interdicted opening
below. The peculiar sucking action of her lips, of which I have spoken
before, bore a pleasant resemblance to the nipping of an accomplished
cunt, whilst the never-resting tongue, against whose soft folds M
Jacques frigged himself luxuriously in his passage between the lips
and throat, added a provocation to the lascivious sport not to be
enjoyed in the ordinary act of coition. Meanwhile Eva had taken my
place between Flossie's legs and was gamahuching the beloved cunt
with incredible ardour. A sloping mirror on the wall above enabled me
to survey the charming scene at my leisure, and to observe the spasms
of delight which, from time to time, shook both the lovely naked forms
below me. At last my own time arrived, and Flossie, alert as usual for
the signs of approaching crisis, clutched my bottom with convulsive
fingers and held me close pressed against her face, whilst I flooded her
mouth with the stream of love that she adored. At the same moment
the glass told me that Eva's lips were pushing far into the vulva to
receive the result of their amorous labours, the passage of which from
cunt to mouth was accompanied by every token of intense enjoyment
from both the excited girls.

Rest and refreshment were needed by all three after the strain of our
morning revels, and so the party broke up for the day after Flossie had
mysteriously announced that she was designing something 'extra
special', for the morrow.

[April]

CHAPTER 5
BIRTHDAY FESTIVITIES

The next morning there was a note from Flossie asking me to come as
soon as possible after receiving it.

I hurried to the flat and found Flossie awaiting me, and in one of her
most enchanting moods. It was Eva's birthday, as I was now informed
for the first time, and to do honour to the occasion, Flossie had put on a
costume in which she was to sell flowers at a fancy bazaar a few days
later. It consisted of a white tam-o'-shanter cap with a straight
upstanding feather-a shirt of the thinnest and gauziest white silk
falling open at the throat and having a wide sailor collar-a broad
lemon-coloured sash, a very short muslin skirt, lemon-coloured silk
stockings and high-heeled brown shoes. At the opening of the shirt, a
bunch of flame-coloured roses nestled between the glorious breasts, to
the outlines of which all possible prominence was given by the softly
clinging material. As she stood waiting to hear my verdict, her red lips
slightly parted, a rosy flush upon her cheeks, and love and laughter
beaming from the radiant eyes, the magic of her youth and beauty
seemed to weave a fresh spell around my heart, and a torrent of
passionate words burst from my lips as I strained the lithe young form
to my breast and rained kisses upon her hair, her eyes, her cheeks and
mouth.

She took my hand in her hand and quietly led me to my favourite
chair, and then seating herself on my knee, nestled her face against my
cheek and said:

'Oh, Jack, Jack, my darling boy, how can you possibly love me like
that!' The sweet voice trembled and a tear or two dropped softly from
the violet eyes whilst an arm stole round my neck and red lips were
pressed in a long intoxicating kiss upon my mouth.

We sat thus for some time when Flossie jumped from my knee, and
said:

'We are forgetting all about Eva. Come in to her room and see what I
have done.'

We went hand in hand into the bedroom and found Eva still asleep.

On the chairs were laid her dainty garments, to which Flossie silently
drew my attention. All along the upper edge of the chemise and corset,
round the frills of the drawers and the hem of the petticoat, Flossie had
sewn a narrow chain of tiny pink and white rosebuds, as a birthday
surprise for her friend. I laughed noiselessly, and kissed her hand in
token of my appreciation of the charming fancy.

'Now for Eva's birthday treat,' whispered Flossie in my ear. 'Go over into
that corner and undress yourself as quietly as you can. I will help you.'

Flossie's 'help' consisted chiefly in the use of sundry wiles to induce an
erection. As these included the slow frigging in which she was such an
adept, as well as the application of her rosy mouth and active tongue
to every part of my prick, the desired result was rapidly obtained.

'Now, Jack, you are going to have Eva whilst I look on. Some day, my
turn will come, and I want to see exactly how to give you the greatest
possible amount of pleasure. Come and stand here by me, and we'll
Wake her up.'

We passed round the bed and stood in front of Eva, who still slept on
unconscious.

'Ahem!' from Flossie.

The sleeping figure turned lazily. The eyes unclosed and fell upon the
picture of Flossie in her flower-girl's dress, standing a little behind me
and, with her right hand passed in front of me, vigorously frigging my
erected yard, whilst the fingers of the other glided with a softly
caressing motion over and under the attendant balls.

Eva jumped up, flung off her nightdress and crying to Flossie, 'Don't
leave go! 'fell on her knees, seized my prick in her mouth and thrust her
hand under Flossie's petticoats. The latter, obeying Eva's cry, continued
to frig me deliciously from behind, whilst Eva furiously sucked the nut
and upper part, and passing her disengaged hand round my bottom,
caused me a new and exquisite enjoyment by inserting a dainty finger
into the aperture thus brought within her reach. Flossie now drew close
up to me and I could feel the swelling breasts in their thin silken
covering pressed against my naked back, whilst her hand quickened
its maddeningly provoking motion upon my prick and Eva's tongue
pursued its enchanted course with increasing ardour and many
luscious convolutions. Feeling I was about to spend, Flossie slipped her
hand further down towards the root so as to give room for Eva's mouth
to engulf almost the whole yard, a hint which the latter was quick to
take, for her lips at once pressed close down to Flossie's fingers and with
my hands behind my fair gamahucher's neck, I poured my very soul
into her waiting and willing throat.

During the interval which followed, I offered my congratulations to
Eva and told her how sorry I was not to have known of her birthday
before, so that I might have presented a humble gift of some sort. She
hastened to assure me that nothing in the world, that I could have
brought, would be more welcome than what I had just given her!
Eva had not yet seen her decorated underclothes and these were now
displayed by Flossie with countless merry jokes and quaint remarks.

The pretty thought was highly appreciated and nothing would do but
our dressing Eva in the flowery garments. When this was done, Flossie
suggested a can-can, and the three of us danced a wild pas-de-trois
until the breath was almost out of our bodies. As we lay panting in
various unstudied attitudes of exhaustion, a ring was heard at the door
and Flossie, who was the only presentable one of the party went out to
answer the summons. She came back in a minute with an enormous
basket of Neapolitan violets. Upon our exclaiming at this
extravagance Flossie gravely delivered herself of the following
statement:

'Though not in a position for the moment to furnish chapter and verse, I
am able to state with conviction that in periods from which we are only
separated by some twenty centuries or so, it was customary for ladies
and gentlemen of the time to meet and discuss the business of pleasure
of the hour without the encumbrance of clothes upon their bodies. The
absence of arriere-pensee shown by this commendable practice might
lead the superficial to conclude that these discussions led to no
practical results. Nothing could be further from the truth. The
interviews were invariably held upon a Bank of Violets (so the old
writers tell us), and at a certain point in the proceedings, the lady
would fall back upon this bank with her legs spread open at the then
equivalent to an angle of forty-five. The gentleman would thereupon
take in his right (or dexter) hand the instrument which our modern
brevity of speech has taught us to call his prick. This, with some trifling
assistance on her part, he would introduce into what the same latterday
rage for conciseness of expression leaves us powerless to describe
otherwise than as her cunt. On my right we have the modern type of
the lady, on my left, that of the gentleman. In the middle, the next best
thing to a bank of violets. Ha! you take me at last! Now I'm going to put
them all over the bed, and when I'm ready, you, Eva, will kindly oblige
by depositing your snowy bottom in the middle, opening your legs and
admitting Mr. Jack to the proper position between them.'

While delivering this amazing oration, Flossie had gradually stripped
herself entirely naked. We both watched her movements in silent
admiration as she strewed the bed from end to end with the fragrant
blossoms, which filled the room with their delightful perfume. When
all was ready, she beckoned to Eva to lay herself on the bed,
whispering to her, though not so low but that I could hear.

'Imagine you are Danae. I'll trouble you for the size of Jupiter's prick!
Just look at it!'-then much lower, but still audibly-'You're going to be
fucked, Eva darling, jolly well fucked! And I'm going to see you-
Lovely!'

The rose-edged chemise and drawers were once more laid aside and
the heroine of the day stretched herself voluptuously on the heapedup
flowers, which sent forth fresh streams of fragrance in response to
the pressure of the girl's naked body.

'Ah, a happy thought!' cried Flossie. 'If you would lie across the bed
with your legs hanging down, and Jack wouldn't mind standing up to
his work, I think I could be of some assistance to you both.'

The change was quickly made, a couple of pillows were slipped under
Eva's head, and Flossie, kneeling across the other's face, submitted her
cunt to be gamahuched by her friend's tongue which at once darted
amorously to its place within the vulva. Flossie returned the salutation
for a moment and then resting her chin upon the point just above Eva's
clitoris, called me to 'come on'. I placed myself in position and was
about to storm the breach when Flossie found the near proximity of my
yard to be too much for her feelings and begged to be allowed to
gamahuche me for a minute.

'After that, I'll be quite good,' she added to Eva, 'and will only watch.'

Needless to say I made no objection. The result, as was the case with
most of Flossie's actions, was increased pleasure to everybody
concerned and to Eva as much as anyone inasmuch as the divine
sucking of Flossie's rosy lips and lustful tongue produced a sensible
hardening and lengthening of my excited member.

After performing this delightful service, she was for moving away, but
sounds of dissent were heard from Eva, who flung her arms round
Flossie's thighs and drew her cunt down in closer contact with the
caressing mouth.

From my exalted position, I could see all that was going on and this
added enormously to the sensations I began to experience when
Flossie, handling my yard with deft fingers, dropped a final kiss upon
the nut, and then guided it to the now impatient goal. With eyes lit up
with interest and delight, she watched it disappear with the soft red
lips whose movements she was near enough to follow closely. Under
these conditions, I found myself fucking Eva with unusual vigour and
penetration, whilst she, on her part, returned my strokes with powerful
thrusts of her bottom and exquisitely pleasurable contractions of her
cunt upon my prick.

Flossie, taking in all this with eager eyes, became madly excited, and
at last sprang from her kneeling position on the bed, and taking
advantage of an outward motion of my body, bent down between us,
and pushing the point of her tongue under Eva's clitoris, insisted on my
finishing the performance with this charming incentive added. Its
effect upon both Eva and myself was electric, and as her clitoris and
my prick shared equally in the contact of the tongue, we were not long
in bringing the entertainment to an eminently satisfactory conclusion.

The next item in the birthday programme was the exhibition of half a
dozen cleverly executed pen and ink sketches-Flossie's gift to Evashowing
the three of us in attitudes not to be found in the illustrations
of the 'Young Ladies Journal'. A discussion arose as to whether Flossie
had not been somewhat flattering to the longitudinal dimensions of
the present writer's member. She declared that the proportions were
'according to Cocker'-obviously, as she wittily said, the highest
authority on the question.

'Anyhow, I'm going to take measurements and then you'll see I'm right!
In the picture the length of Jack's prick is exactly one-third of the
distance from his chin to his navel. Now measuring the real article-
Hello! I say, Evie, what have you done to him!'

In point of fact, the object under discussion was feeling the effects of his
recent exercise and had dropped to a partially recumbent attitude.

Eva, who was watching the proceedings with an air of intense
amusement called out:

'Take it between your breasts, Flossie; you will see the difference then!'

The mere prospect of such a lodging imparted a certain amount of
vigour to Monsieur Jacques, who was thereupon introduced into the
delicious cleft of Flossie's adorable bosom, and in rapture at the touch
of the soft flesh on either side of him, at once began to assume more
satisfactory proportions.

'But he's not up to his full height yet,' said Flossie. 'Come and help me,
Evie dear; stand behind Jack and frig him whilst I gamahuche him in
front. That's the way to get him up to conceit pitch! When I feel him
long and stiff enough in my mouth, I'll get up and take his measure.'

The success of Flossie's plan was immediate and complete, and when
the measurements were made, the proportions were found to be
exactly twenty-one and seven inches respectively, whilst in the
drawing they were three inches to one inch. Flossie proceeded to
execute a wild war-dance of triumph over this signal vindication of
her accuracy, winding up by insisting on my carrying her pick-a-back
round the flat. Her enjoyment of this ride was unbounded, as also was
mine, for besides the pleasure arising from the close contact of her
charming body, she contrived to administer a delicious friction to my
member with the calves of her naked legs.

On our return to the bedroom, Eva was sitting on the edge of the low
divan.

'Bring her to me here,' she cried.

I easily divined what was wanted, and carrying my precious burden
across the room, I faced round with my back to Eva. In the sloping glass
to the left, I could see her face disappear between the white rounded
buttocks, at the same moment that her right hand moved in front of me
and grasped my yard which it frigged with incomparable tenderness
and skill. This operation was eagerly watched by Flossie over my
shoulder, while she clung to me with arms and legs and rubbed herself
against my loins with soft undulating motions like an amorous kitten,
the parting lips of her cunt kissing my back and her every action
testifying to the delight with which she was receiving the attentions of
Eva's tongue upon the neighbouring spot.

My feelings were now rapidly passing beyond my control, and I had to
implore Eva to remove her hand, whereupon Flossie, realizing the state
of affairs, jumped down from her perch, and burying my prick in her
sweet mouth, sucked and frigged me in such a frenzy of desire that she
had very soon drawn from me the last drop I had to give her.

A short period of calm ensued after this last ebullition, but Flossie was
in too mad a mood today to remain long quiescent.

'Eva,' she suddenly cried, 'I believe I am as tall as you nowadays, and I
am quite sure my breasts are as large as yours. I'm going to measure
and see!'

After Eva's height had been found to be only a short inch above
Flossie's, the latter proceeded to take the most careful and scientific
measurements of the breasts. First came the circumference, then the
diameter over the nipples, then the diameter omitting the nipples,
then the distance from the nipple to the upper and lower edges of the
hemispheres, and so on. No dry as dust old savant, staking his
reputation upon an absolutely accurate calculation of the earth's
surface, could have carried out his task with more ineffable solemnity
than did this merry child who, one knew, was all the time secretly
bubbling over with the fun of her quaint conceit.

The result was admitted to be what Flossie called it-'a moral victory'

for herself, inasmuch as half a square inch, or as Flossie declared,
'fifteen thirty-two-ths, 'was all the superiority of area that Eva could
boast.

'There's one other measurement I should like to have taken,' said Eva,
'because in spite of my ten years de plus and the fact that my cunt is
not altogether a stranger to the joys of being fucked, I believe that
Flossie would win that race, and I should like her to have one out of
three!'

'Lovely!' cried Flossie. 'But Jack must be the judge. Here's the tape,
Jack: fire away. Now, Evie, come and lie beside me on the edge of the
bed, open your legs, and swear to abide by the verdict!'

After a few minutes fumbling with the tape and close inspection of the
parts in dispute, I retired to a table and wrote down the following,
which I pinned against the window curtain.

'Letchford v. Eversley
Mesdames,
In compliance with your instructions I have this day surveyed the
private premises belonging to the above parties, and have now the
honour to submit the following report, plan, and measurements.

As will be seen from the plan, Miss Letchford's cunt is exactly 3 1/16
inches from the underside of clitoris to the base of vulva. Miss
Eversley's cunt, adopting the same line of measurement, gives 3 5/8
inches.

I may add that the premises appear to me to be thoroughly desirable
in both cases, and to a good, upright and painstaking tenant would
afford equally pleasant accommodation in spring, summer, autumn or
winter.

A small but well-wooded covert is attached to each, whilst an
admirable dairy is in convenient proximity.

With reference to the Eversley property, I am informed that it has not
yet been occupied, but in view of its size and beauty, and the
undoubted charms of the surrounding country, I confidently anticipate
that a permanent and satisfactory tenant (such as I have ventured to
describe above), will very shortly be found for it. My opinion of its
advantages as a place of residence may, indeed, be gathered from the
fact that I am greatly disposed to make an offer in my own person.

Yours faithfully,
J Archer
As the two girls stood with their hands behind their backs reading my
ultimatum, Flossie laughed uproariously, but I noticed that Eva looked
grave and thoughtful.

Had I written anything that annoyed her? I could hardly think so, but
while I was meditating on the possibility, half resolved to put it to the
test by a simple question, Eva took Flossie and myself by the hand, led
us to the sofa and sitting down between us, said:

'Listen to me, you two dears! You, Flossie, are my chosen darling, and
most beloved little friend. You, Jack, are Flossie's lover, and for her
sake as well as for your own, I have the greatest affection for you. You
both know all this. Well, I have not the heart to keep you from one
another any longer. Flossie, dear, I hereby absolve you from your
promise to me. Jack, you have behaved like a brick, as you are. Come
here tomorrow at your usual time and I think we shall be able to agree
upon a tenant for the Eversley property".'

This is not a novel of sentiment, and a description of what followed
would therefore be out of place. Enough to say that after one wild
irrepressible shriek of joy and gratitude from Flossie, the conversation
took a sober and serious turn, and soon afterwards we parted for the
day.

[April]

CHAPTER 6
THE TENANT IN POSSESSION

The next morning's post brought me letters from both Eva and Flossie.

My dear Jack, (wrote the former)
Tomorrow will be a red letter day for you two! And I want you both to
get the utmost of delight from it. So let no sort of scruple or
compunction spoil your pleasure. Flossie is, in point of physical
development, a woman. As such, she longs to be fucked by the man she
loves. Fuck her therefore with all and more than all the same skill and
determination you displayed in fucking me. She can think and talk of
nothing else. Come early tomorrow and bring your admirable prick in
its highest state of efficiency and stiffness!
Yours, Eva
Flossie wrote:

I cannot sleep a wink for thinking of what is coming to me tomorrow.

All the time I keep turning over in my mind how best to make it nice
for you. I am practising Eva's "nip". I feel as if I could do it, but nipping
nothing is not really practice, is it, Jack? My beloved, I kiss your prick,
in imagination. Tomorrow I will do it in the flesh, for I warn you that
nothing will ever induce me to give up that, nor will even the seven
inches which I yearn to have in my cunt ever bring me to consent to
being deprived of the sensation of your dear tongue when it curls
between the lips and pays polite attentions to my clitoris! But you
shall have me as you like tomorrow, and all days to follow. I am to be in
the future...

Yours body and soul, Flossie
When I arrived at the flat I found Flossie had put on the costume in
which I had seen her the first day of our acquaintance. The lovely little
face wore an expression of gravity, as though to show me she was not
forgetting the importance of the occasion. I am not above confessing
that, for my part, I was profoundly moved.

We sat beside one another, hardly exchanging a word. Presently
Flossie said:

'Whenever you are ready, Jack, I'll go to my room and undress.'

The characteristic naiveté of this remark somewhat broke the spell
that was upon us, and I kissed her with effusion.

'Shall it be...quite naked, Jack?'

'Yes, darling, if you don't mind.'

'All right. When I am ready I'll call to you.'

Five minutes later, I heard the welcome summons.

From the moment I found myself in her room, all sense of restraint
vanished at a breath/She flew at me in a perfect fury of desire, pushed
me by sheer force upon my back on the bed, and lying at full length
upon me with her face close to mine, she said:

'Because I was a girl and not a woman, Jack, you have never fucked
me. But you are going to fuck me now, and I shall be a woman. But first,
I want to be a girl to you still for a few minutes only. I want to have your
dear prick in my mouth again; I want you to kiss my cunt in the old
delicious way; I want to lock my naked arms round your naked body;
and hold you to my face, whilst I wind my tongue round your prick
until you spend. Let me do all this, Jack, and then you shall fuck me till
the skies fall.'

Without giving me time to reply to this frenzied little oration, Flossie
had whisked round and was in position for the double gamahuche she
desired. Parting her legs to their widest extent on each side of my face,
she sank gently down until her cunt came full upon my open mouth. At
the same moment I felt my prick seized and plunged deep into her
mouth with which she at once commenced the delicious sucking
action I knew so well. I responded by driving my tongue to the root into
the rosy depths of her perfumed cunt, which I sucked with ever
increasing zest and enjoyment, drawing fresh treasures from its inner
recesses at every third or fourth stroke of my tongue. Words fail me to
describe the unparalleled vigour of her sustained attack upon my
erected prick, which she sucked, licked, tongued and frigged with such
a furious abandon and at the same time with such a subtle skill and
knowledge of the sublime art of gamahuching, that the end came with
unusual rapidity, and wave after wave of the sea of love broke in
ecstasy upon the 'coral strand' of her adorable mouth. For a minute or
two more, her lips retained their hold and then, leaving her position,
she came and lay down beside me, nestling her naked body against
mine, and softly chafing the lower portion of my prick whilst she said:

'Now Jack darling, I am going to talk to you about the different ways of
fucking, because of course you will want to fuck me, and I shall want to
be fucked, in every possible position, and in every single part of my
body where a respectable young woman may reasonably ask to be
fucked.'

The conversation which followed agreeably filled the intervening
time before the delicate touches which Flossie kept constantly
applying to my prick caused it to raise its head to a considerable
altitude, exhibiting a hardness and rigidity which gave high promise
for the success of the coming encounter.

'Good gracious!' cried Flossie. 'Do you think I shall ever find room for all
that, Jack?'

'For that, and more also, sweetheart,' I replied.

'More!
Why, what more are you going to put into me?'

'This is the only article I propose to introduce at present, Floss. But I
mean that when Monsieur Jacques finds himself for the first time with
his head buried between the delicious cushions in there' (touching her
belly)'he will most likely beat his own record in the matter of length
and stiffness.'

'Do you mean, Jack, that he will be bigger with me than he was with
Eva?' said Flossie with a merry twinkle.

'Certainly I mean it,' was my reply. 'To fuck a beautiful girl like Eva
must always be immensely enjoyable, but to fuck a young Venus of
sixteen, who besides being the perfection of mortal loveliness, is also
one's own chosen and adorable little sweetheart-that belongs to a
different order of pleasure altogether.'

'And I suppose, Jack, that when the sixteen-year-old is simply dying to
be fucked by her lover, as I am at this moment, the chances are that she
may be able to make it rather nice for him, as well as absolutely
heavenly for herself. Now I can wait no longer. "First position" at once,
please, Jack. Give me your prick in my hand and I will direct his
wandering footsteps.'

'He's at the door, Flossie; shall he enter?'

'Yes. Push him in slowly and fuck gently at first, so that I may find out
by degrees how much he's going to hurt me. A little further, Jack. Why,
he's more than halfway in already! Now you keep still and I'll thrust a
little with my bottom.'

'Why, Floss, you darling, you're nipping me deliciously!'

'Can you feel me, Jack? How lovely! Fuck me a little more, Jack, and
get in deeper, that's it! Now faster and harder. What glorious pleasure
it is!'

'And no pain, darling?'

'Not a scrap. One more good push and he'll be in up to the hilt, won't
he? Eva told me to put my legs over your back. Is that right?'

'Quite right, and if you're sure I'm not hurting you, Floss, I'll really
begin now and fuck you in earnest.'

'That's what I'm here for, sir,' she replied with a touch of her neverabsent
fun even in this supreme moment.

'Here goes, then!' I answered. Having once made up her mind that she
had nothing to dread, Flossie abandoned herself with enthusiasm to
the pleasures of the moment. Locking her arms round my neck and her
legs round my buttocks, she cried to me to fuck her with all my might.

'Drive your prick into me again and again, Jack. Let me feel your belly
against mine. Did you feel my cunt nip you then? Ah! how you are
fucking me now!-fucking me, fu... u... ucking me!'

Her lovely eyes turned to heaven, her breath came in quick short
gasps, her fingers wandered feverishly about my body. At last, with a
cry, she plunged her tongue into my mouth and, with convulsive
undulations of her little body, let loose the floods of her being to join
the deluge which, with sensations of exquisite delight, I poured into
her burning cunt.

The wild joy of this our first act of coition was followed by a slight
reaction and, with a deep sigh of contentment Flossie fell asleep in my
arms, leaving my prick still buried in its natural resting place. Before
long, my own eyelids closed and, for an hour or more, we lay thus
gaining from blessed sleep fresh strength to enter upon new transports
of pleasure.

Flossie was the first to awake, stirred no doubt by the unaccustomed
sensations of a swelling prick within her. I awoke to find her dear eyes
resting upon my face, her naked arms round my neck an her cunt
enfolding my yard with a soft and clinging embrace.

Her bottom heaved gently, and accepting the invitation thus tacitly
given, I turned my little sweetheart on her back and, lying luxuriously
between her widely parted legs, once more drove my prick deep into
her cunt and fucked her with slow lingering strokes, directed upwards
so as to bring all possible contact to bear upon the clitoris.

This particular motion afforded her evident delight and the answering
thrusts of her bottom were delivered with ever increasing vigour and
precision, each of us relishing to the full the efforts of the other to
augment the pleasure of the encounter. With sighs and gasps and little
cries of rapture, Flossie strained me to her naked breasts, and twisting
her legs tightly round my own, cried out that she was spending and
implored me to let her feel my emission mix with hers. By dint of
clutching her bottom with my hands, driving the whole length of my
tongue into her mouth I was just able to manage the simultaneous
discharge she coveted, and once more I lay upon her in a speechless
ecstasy of consummated passion.

Any one of my readers who has had the supreme good fortune to fuck
the girl of his heart will bear me out in saying that the lassitude
following upon such a meeting is greater and more lasting than the
mere weariness resulting from an ordinary act of copulation 'where
love is not'.

Being well aware of this fact, I resolved that my beloved little Flossie's
powers should not be taxed any further for the moment, and told her so.

'But Jack,' she cried, almost in tears, 'we've only done it one way, and
Eva says there are at least six! And oh, I do love it so!'

'And so do I, little darling. But also, I love you, and I'm not going to
begin by giving you and that delicious little caressing cunt of yours
more work than is good for you both.'

'Oh, dear! I suppose you're right, Jack.'

'Of course I'm right, darling. Tomorrow I shall come and fuck you again,
and the next day, and the next, and many days after that. It will be odd
if we don't find ourselves in Eva's six different positions before we've
done!'

At this moment Eva herself entered the room.

'Well, Flossie...?' she said.

'Ask Jack!' replied Flossie.

'Well Jack, then...?' said Eva.

'Ask Flossie!' I retorted, and fled from the room.

The adventures I have, with many conscious imperfections, related in
the foregoing pages, were full of interest to me, and were, I am disposed
to think, not without their moments of attraction for my fellow actors in
the scenes depicted.

It by no means necessarily follows that they will produce a
corresponding effect upon the reading public who, in my descriptions
of Floss and her ways, may find only an ineffectual attempt to set forth
the charms of what appears to me an absolutely unique temperament.

If haply it should prove to be otherwise, I should be glad to have the
opportunity of continuing a veritable labour of love by recounting
certain further experiences of Eva, Floss and Yours faithfully, Jack

THE END