‘“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 up
on 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.
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