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, whi
ch 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.
‘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 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 sta
y 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:
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