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 apply the nipping action of the cunt by the women - 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 enjoy myself in this enchanting position. The length and stiffness imparted 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 folds of its natural covering.
Eva's description of herself as an erotic bed-fellow 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 improved 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, I 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 to 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 resting-place, 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 me - touch my navel. Let me set 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 d
ie.'
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.
The Diary of Mata Hari
Paris, 19..
In the beginning I liked the milieu I found at Madam Desiree's place very much; her clients consisted mainly of members of the middle class. She had, as she proudly assured me, an exceptionally 'fine' class of customer. 'They are all very well brought up; yes, most of them have had a good education.
'In my establishment you will not find those Apaches that scare a lady and trick her out of a few pennies, entirely aside from the fact that they try to use the material for free, and not only that, they work it too hard. Whenever such a man sleeps with a girl, the poor thing can't be used again for at least twenty-four hours...'
These prospects did not deter me in the least, on the contrary I would enjoy being worked over rather well. But the greatest attraction for me was being able to 'work' in Madam Desiree's house with my face hidden behind a mask. Madam Desiree insisted upon it, because she realised full well that this little 'trick' had its own special added attraction. Moreover I worked very cheaply. Anyhow, the set-up was cheaper than a piquant gown or real silk stockings. However, she did not object when the ladies used their own fineries when the overall effect would be enhanced by them. And after all, she was the one who made the largest profits from them.
Whenever I arrived I would slip through the entrance of a small café which was connected with a secret door to Madam Desiree's house. Drinks and other orders were also delivered through this door and the Madam of this fairly reputable, well-managed bordello made a good profit from them also. Once arrived, I would climb the small and very narrow spiral staircase till I reached my own little apartment on the second floor. It was my very own, tiny little bedroom with an even tinier little toilet. Both rooms were very clean and decorated according to the typical taste which one might expect in these small hidden shrines dedicated to the services of lustful Venus.
The moment I reached my room, I must admit that I quickly and happily divested myself of my clothes, especially my expensive lingerie. I draped a huge shawl, an exquisite piece of Turkish handwork, around my body, the long fringes clinging to my nude thighs. This shawl had the added advantage that it could be draped around my body in a thousand different ways, each one of them enticing, without ever hiding too much...
On other days I dressed in a tricot which consisted merely of holes; I mean that my flesh showed through a net whose mazes were almost two centimetres in diameter. Obviously I never forgot to wear a pair of black stockings worked with open lace. This particular costume drew the open admiration of Madam Desiree. 'Oh, Madam,' she was always very free giving us the title Madam unless she suddenly preferred to introduce us as her co-workers, 'you really do your best for my house, but believe you me, and I always tell the other ladies exactly the same, my profits are also yours!'
The most exciting moment, at least for me, was that of the 'selection', namely that particular moment when we were put in touch for the first time with the unknown person visiting this home of carnal pleasures to feast, however shortly, his physical senses. Actually 'putting in touch' is slightly exaggerated; this moment, in which we had to stand in line, forming a parade of more or less nude female bodies, was dedicated to feasting the eyes of the visitor. To look at us was supposed to put the guest in the proper mood; to suggest to me that we were there only for his pleasure... all he had to do was take his pick. The only thing he had to do really was to make up his mind which one of us would be his temporary true love.
These minutes of waiting always gave me a pleasant tickling thrill - it was invariably me who was selected. And it was always my pleasure, because I had the right to look through a secret peephole at the unknown visitor and whenever I agreed to stand in line for the 'selection', it meant that his type would please me as a partner.
The more selection, the greater profit. Madam Desiree knew full well that not only did Paris have many women who were ready and willing to increase their small budgets by 'sacrificing' an occasional afternoon, but that there were many others who also had a small budget which they were more than willing to enlarge, namely the joys of the flesh - and some of them were more than willing to pay her for it.
I have spent many fabulous hours; the charm to be in a place which is dedicated to only one goal, exactly the same one for which the male visitors came to it, was in my opinion worth more than the few thousand franc notes I gave her. Even though I insisted firmly that 'my customers' handed over their money (it would have humiliated me not to be considered a good professional), I was never stingy toward my 'colleagues' or the owner of this for me so invaluable institution.
Ah, whenever the doorbell rang, whenever a happy hubbub of naked bodies ran to and fro to pick up something to cover themselves, then rushed toward the narrow staircase, laughing in anticipation - maybe today there would be a real good piece of ass - tumbling into the reception room to line up in sacred tradition... faces expressionless, standing erectly, waiting to be selected - oh, how entertaining this was for me!
And then the more or less excitedly inspecting gentlemen would point out one of us, one who conformed to his particular ideal of eroticism, one who in his mind could give him the delights he secretly hoped for, and with an imperceptible nod of his head he would select the person with whom he intended to have a delightful sexual bout.
As I said, I was most often the one who was selected. I am not trying to brag, but I was considered the queen-bee of our little group and frequently they put me in the most advantageous position. Whenever I had my gentleman it was the turn of the others; this was the established procedure. Madam Desiree never failed to congratulate my latest conquest on his good taste and excellent selection. 'The lady is a wonderful companion, but I leave the final decision up to yourself!' she used to say.
I remember one visitor in particular as an exceptionally understanding partner. In the beginning I treated him like all the others; upstairs in my little room I threw my arms around his neck and whispered into his ear: 'Well, we are going to have ourselves a good time, aren't we?'
And I would grope into his pants, trying to open his fly as quickly as possible so that I could have a good look at the most important requisite for the following ceremony.
'What's your name, darling?' I'd ask, the moment I had his rapidly growing hard-on in my hands.
Most of the time they'd murmur just about any kind of a name, but this time my opponent said quite clearly, 'Call me Mimile - my real name is Emile... And what's yours?' His question was polite but firm.
'My name is Lolotte, my big darling!' I tried to copy the tone of voice of the true inmates to avoid any possible detection and to prevent my partner from getting the wrong picture.
'But come on, he is so beautifully hard and I'd love to have him in me as soon as possible.' With those words I pulled him toward the bed. We almost fell down upon it; in my enthusiasm I had pulled quite hard on the incredibly stiff instrument. The next moment this strange man, whose strong build had attracted me from the first moment I laid my eyes upon him, lay between my widely spread thighs and I felt his entire weight against my bosom. Since he pushed with all his force against my body, I could not do anything but guide his powerfully swollen prick toward my
yawning crotch and let him disappear into it.
The moment this fantastically hot prick discovered its entry, Mimile started to jab and hump furiously, pinning me down on the bed. Since I had one hand free, I grabbed his big balls and started to squeeze them with the same rhythm in which his hard pole was pushing up and down. I completely forgot that these organs are to a man his most sensitive possessions. Mimile seemed completely unperturbed by my counterattack and paid no attention as he doubled the force of his jolts while voluptuously groaning and moaning. It is hardly surprising that his behaviour led me into true ecstasy and the hotly desired climax came much quicker than I had expected...
'Oh, you screw splendidly... fantastic... oh, please, fuck me as wild as you can... please, don't hold back darling, quick... quicker... no, really, you are not hurting me... aah, great - more, please, please... more... I have to... please go on... yes, yes, that's it... oh, you - now... now... aah... aa-aa-aah!'
I had made my first number. But Mimile was coming, too, and I felt his hot jism spurt into me at the exact moment that I reached my own climax.
'That's a pity,' he murmured rather dully. 'I came much faster than I had hoped - now it's all over and I just started to like you so well.' And with these words, my partner, who believed the game was over, was about to get up and put on his clothes. But he was mistaken. It was far from me to treat him like a professional trollop would have done and I had only one desire. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure he had given me with his well-proportioned pecker at least once more and, if possible, several times...
'Please, stay awhile, Mimile. Do you really want to go? Can't I play around a little bit with your big rod?' I smiled coquettishly at him and could see that he was rather bewildered about my request which is sort of unusual in a public house.
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