Resting my hands on Nora's hips I turned her round so that I might enjoy the back view.

Here too all was perfection. Her lovely loins were marked by dimples which seemed to invite one's kisses, and the well-developed globes, still red and burning from the effects of the whipping, stood out bold and exciting as though offering themselves to the most wanton caress, unless it was to the equally maddening embraces of an elastic birch.

I rose and led Nora, still docile and a little trembling, to the chair.

'Sit down, sweetie!' I said, hardly able to speak so intense was my emotion.

She obeyed. Her beautiful blue eyes, so tender and trusting and slightly swimming as the result of her nervousness, gazed fondly into mine.

I bent over her and for a long moment I glued my lips to hers and as I pressed her naked body to me she made not the slightest effort to resist my hot embrace.

Then I took her dear legs and placed them in turn over the supports where they hung quite comfortably. This done I proceeded to strip, excusing myself to Evelyn and Rose who smilingly gave me a gesture of permission.

In a moment I was absolutely naked and I must confess that if Evelyn and Nora examined me with excited curiosity they raised not the slightest objection to the decidedly indecent appearance which I now presented, for my tool was standing as I think it never stood before. I knelt down on the padded supports of the lower arms of the X and, leaning forward, moved towards the admirably displayed charms of my little girl.

It is hardly necessary for me to enlarge on my own feelings at this moment and especially on my sensual emotions; the reader will easily imagine them. . It is not often that one finds oneself in the position that I now occupied, my face between the well-opened thighs of a sixteen-year-old virgin, my eyes and lips within a few inches of a flower so pure, so fresh, so tempting and so fragrant, ideally placed to make her for the first time acquainted with the delights of a skilful gamahuche. Nora presented to me not only her anterior charms, but I was able to admire and handle her beautiful bottom, the greater part of which protruded beyond the narrow seat of the chair, as well as the other tight little jewel, still more retiring and perhaps no less exciting to a man of real taste. When Nora found my head advancing between her thighs she made a little movement as though to withdraw her bottom.

'Little darling,' I murmured, 'don't be afraid!' I approached my lips to her pouting cunny and began by covering it and its surroundings with warm kisses.

So lovingly did I apply them, they must have raised floods of pleasure in the very marrow of her being. There was soon evidence of this. Red and swollen like a delightful little cherry, the button which serves as the thermometer of feminine pleasure emerged from its grotto. I could not help taking it softly in my lips and sucking it as if it had been a delicious bonbon and tickling it keenly with my quick and pointed tongue.

At once a perfect frenzy of delight seemed to take possession of Nora.

With her hands gripping the sides of the chair, her breasts quivering with the most intense emotion, her belly undulating with the spasms of the approaching love-fit, she stretched herself out on the chair and in my hands, which had not ceased to caress and fondle them, I felt the cheeks of her bottom begin to quiver and then to stiffen till they were as hard as the muscles of a wrestler at the moment of his supreme effort. Thanks to the position of her head, which was resting on the back of the chair, I was able to watch her lovely face while still continuing my caress. Her lips were slightly open and contracted by the voluptuous agony she was experiencing; her half-closed eyes seemed to turn up to heaven, as if she was about to swoon away, and inarticulate words were panted out.

'Oh! Ooooh! Go on! Oh, it's delicious. Oh, I must. . Oh! Aaaah! Go on! Oh! I shall die!'

She pressed herself with all her strength against my lips. Sometimes as the result of her movements my chin was buried between the powerful cheeks of her bottom in a way that almost drove me mad with desire. Slowly, and using all my skill, I tickled with the tip of my hot moist tongue the delicious little button which I was pressing between my lips, and I was extracting sobs of pleasure and sighs of delight from my little darling when suddenly a great shudder of emotion shook me from head to foot.

A new source of pleasure, more distinctly personal, had just been communicated to me. In a moment I realised what it was. Following the instructions of Rose, who had placed some cushions conveniently for her, Evelyn was lying down underneath me in such a position that her face was just on a level with my stiff-standing prick. And there, somewhat timidly at first, she was caressing my balls, my tool, my bottom, and my thighs while her lips softly kissed the red head of my throbbing weapon!

Kneeling by her side, Rose was minutely directing the operations. She was showing her how pleasant and effective it is gently to tickle the bottom and just underneath the balls, and was teaching her to roll them delicately in her soft little hands, to frig my prick with one hand while she tickled me with the other, and finally to loss my balls and prick and to pass her tongue round and round the red head and with the tip to tickle the supersensitive little thread which joins the foreskin to the gland.

I was able to feel delightfully how perfectly Evelyn carried out her instructions, while all the time I continued to suck Nora's little rosebud and to cover her charms with my fondest attentions.

I knew that Rose was coming to the end of her lesson when I felt the head of my prick pressed and sucked by two hot little lips, while a slippery tongue played up and down and all round it. At the same time two hands continued to fondle and stroke my balls and bottom, each one being differently employed. I heard Rose murmur as she guided the delicate fingers between the cheeks of my bottom,

'This we call pattes d'araignee. Give me your finger. . here. Yes, that's it. . Push it well in. Its an intimate caress which they all love!'

I felt Evelyn's finger pressed slowly into my back entrance and the sensation which it caused me almost made me spend at once. It was only by the exercise of the utmost restraint that I avoided doing so and this because I was determined to reserve myself for what I felt sure was to come afterwards. Meanwhile Nora, who had not the same reasons for restraining herself, had fairly let herself go. To use the words of the psalms 'her soul melted within her'. For the third time that afternoon her love-sluices were opened and she poured into my delightful lips a copious draught of the essence of her being. For a few moments she lay panting and quivering, her soft white belly undulating with the gradually subsiding spasm.

I, with my eyes closed and my cheek resting on Nora's fair downy-bush, abandoned myself to Evelyn's maddening caresses but always with the intention of stopping just short of the climax. I was therefore not sorry when at a sign from Rose she ceased her ministrations and rose to her feet. I did the same and took her in my arms.

'Oh, Evelyn, you darling!' I murmured. 'What don't I owe you for the delightful time you have been giving me?'

'Well,' said Rose. 'You can repay her in kind! And Miss Nora will return the compliment which you have been paying her! That's only fair, isn't it?'

'Quite fair!. . '

'Undress Miss Evelyn then, and I'm sure you won't find the task at all unpleasant!'

I began to laugh and, drawing Evelyn between my knees as I had done in the case of Nora, I asked her, 'May I, darling?'

She smiled shyly at me and whispered, Yes, Uncle Jack!'

How sweet and lovely she was! My hands trembled as they unfastened her bodice and then the waist of her skirt, which I removed as well as her petticoat, and again I experienced the sensual pleasure which the sight of a pretty girl in corset and drawers always rouses in me.

Stripping Evelyn was an absolute delight to me. When she was quite naked and I carried my mind back to our meeting on the boat and then thought what she was to me at this moment, I felt a strong desire to kneel before her and kiss in adoration her feet, her knees, her thighs and the whole of her fresh young body, so full of mystery and so radiant with virgin charm.

And did so.

She made no attempt to defend herself, happy, in reality, at receiving a homage which she knew to be fully deserved.

My lips wandered over her beautiful body, arousing little quivers of pleasure wherever they passed, and I should have continued the delightful sport if Rose had not interrupted me saying: 'Come now; get to work You will be able to kiss her more conveniently in a moment!. . '

I myself placed Evelyn on the chair. Oh! the lingering caresses I lavished on her bottom, still hot and blushing from its whipping, as I did so. I placed her legs on the arms, which Rose opened wide apart, and I knelt down on

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