TOWARDS THE END of a bright sunny afternoon in June, I was walking in one of the quieter streets off Piccadilly, when my eye was caught by two figures coming in my direction. One was that of a tall, finely made woman about 27, 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 fifteen, 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 first 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 showing the action of a pair of exquisitely moulded legs, to which the tan-coloured openwork 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 no 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 has 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 her 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 fifteen.
‘Yours sincerely,
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 force and vigour that our lower parts seemed to be 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 flame 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 to-night. 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 crutchhandled 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 so low 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 on to 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 Nautch-girl 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 nostrils – half ‘odor di foemina’, half the scent of white rose from her hair and clothes.
I flung myself upon her. ‘Tell me, Flossie darling, what shall I do 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 halfbaked 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 a last and 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 on to 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: ‘Then! 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 well 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.
For 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.
The darling 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). But first let us away with these leg 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 tent-poles 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 to 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 thrust itself amorously between my lips, imploring kisses. These I rained upon it 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 amour 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 I 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 fifteen, and … the consequences! There! don’t let us talk about it. Tell me all about yourself, and then I’ll tell you all about myself, and 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 be – naughty, and with whom?’
I invented some harmless fiction which I saw the quickwitted little 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.
‘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 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 bathroom, 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 found her way to the support she required, ‘solid’ 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 Ylette 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 a 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 Ylette 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:
‘“Chérie,
“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 à 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 lips 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 had no experience, but I did my best to repay her for the pleasure 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 storehouse, 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 out 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 fifteen 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 into what a really splendid woman she had developed. 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 your plan was successful!’
‘Flossie and I have no 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 shotsilk 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-got ter do is ter leave old of my donah’s breasties and then oi’ll tork 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 suddenly 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 bath-room, and sponged her from neck to ankles, dried her thoroughly, just plunged my tongue once deep 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 concert 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 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, two years 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 every 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 it 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, tant mieux.’
‘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 tripoté la luette, *ni une langue qui n’était l’amie 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 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 my operations had not altogether failed of 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 almost every girl in the school over twelve, imploring me to sleep with her. One dear little 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 school-girls of fourteen or fifteen are. 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 in 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 to-day!’
‘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 “soixante-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 be held 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.
* The fall title of this publication was, Flossie: Venus of Fifteen by One Who Knew this Charming Goddess and Worshipped at Her Shrine. When first published this book had a print run of 500 copies, all of which would have been for private circulation.
* ‘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 f … ing out of the field. I’ve tried both and I know.’
Flossie.
(*) 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.
* The first of these is a really serious one, but for this the impartial reader will see that the responsibility was divided.
* Uvula