Two Flappers In Paris

'What's to be done?' said Evelyn. 'I wish Nora and I could rouse it up. How could we do it, Mademoiselle Rose?'

'Oh,' said Rose, 'there are many ways, but I think strong measures will have to be taken judging by its present condition. A birching might do it. . '

'A birching?' said Nora.

'Yes, certainly! It's one of the most effective ways of rousing the feelings as you yourself know, Miss Nora, and there are certain caresses. . Oh, but wait a moment I have an idea. Tell me, monsieur, do the young ladies know what soixante-neuf is?'

'No, I feel certain they don't,' I answered. A thrill of pleasure passed through me at the mere idea of what was in store for me, thanks to the inventive powers of the excellent Rose.

“Very well then,' said she, 'we will show them how to do it.'

'It's perfectly delightful,' I said in answer to an enquiring glance which Evelyn and Nora gave me. 'It's one of the most intimate and refined caresses. . '

And I added cooly and with an assurance with which I surprised myself, 'It's much used in the best society. You'll see how delicious it is. Which of you will be my partner?'

'Oh, I will, I will,' they said both together. Little darlings, they were indeed anxious to know everything!

They both flung their naked bodies on mine at the same moment and I could not help laughing at their naughty eagerness.

'Listen,' I said. You are both of you perfectly sweet and I love you both absolutely equally, so it's rather difficult to make a choice. Shall we draw lots?'

'Oh, yes, but how shall we manage it?'

'Very easily. Come here, Evelyn, and leave me to manage it!'

I took her to a corner of the room and, putting my left arm round her supple waist, bent her down as if I was about to smack her.

'What are you going to do?' she panted.

'Don't be afraid!. . Now, Rose, turn the other way. Tell me now in which charming little nest my finger is lodged! Wait! If you guess right it shall be Evelyn, if wrong, Nora.'

'Oh, splendid!' cried Rose, bursting with laughter: 'you really are grand at inventing games for polite society. . Are you ready?'

'Uncle Jack!. . Oh, Uncle Jack!. . ' sighed Evelyn, overcome with confusion.

'Yes, now I'm ready!' I cried.

'Well! Your naughty finger is in the tight little back entrance!. . '

'You are right,' I said, slowly withdrawing my finger and allowing Evelyn to rise.

'I'm beginning to understand you,' said Rose. 'See, young ladies, if soixante-neuf isn't a powerful caress since the mere idea that he is going to take part in it makes his devil begin to raise his head at once!. . '

As a matter of fact it was not only the idea of the caress in prospect but also of that in retrospect. I could not remain insensible to the subtle charm of the little game which I had just played with Evelyn.

I arranged some cushions on the floor and stretched myself comfortably on them on my back.

Evelyn then took up her position in accordance with Rose's instructions.

She was resting lightly on her knees right across my chest with her belly bent down and pressed closely to mine. My parts were thus most conveniently placed for the action both of her hands and lips, while, owing to the wide stretch of her legs, my face was plunged between her thighs and the well-opened cheeks of her bottom A little wriggle on her part and I felt her sweet cunny pressed upon my lips. Then I felt my prick buried in her soft mouth which at once began to work up and down, while her now skilful fingers tickled under my balls and the surrounding neighbourhood in the most delightful fashion.

I returned her attentions in my very best style. My tongue travelled up and down, in and out of the virgin lips and my hands fondled and patted the beautiful globes placed just above my eyes.

Floods of pleasure passed through me and I was beginning to feel that I should not much longer be able to restrain the bursting of the dykes, when, in answer to a brisk attack on her little clitoris, I felt the darling tremble and then stiffen and a stream of love-juice bathed my lips and face.

The violence of her love-fit, thus experienced for the fourth time that afternoon, caused her to withdraw her lips from my tool, and just in time to save my own eruption.

Rose at once lifted the panting girl off me and placed her on a chair to rest. Then stooping over me she examined the state of my devil and said, 'You are not quite ready, Miss Nora must complete the work which her young friend has so well begun. Come, Miss Nora. . No, wait one moment while I just pass a sponge over this prick which you will very soon be able to bring to a fine condition.' She hastened to perform this necessary task and at the same time handed me a towel with which I removed the very evident traces of Evelyn's recent emotion.

'Now, Nora darling!' I said, 'it's for you to complete the work.'

In a moment she was in position.

I have not the slightest hesitation in saying that each of us did our very best to make it as pleasant as possible for the other, each, I believe, was entirely bent on subjecting the other to the very acme of love- making.

So delightfully did she suck me that I am certain she was hoping to make me come in her mouth, for she had placed her hands under my bottom and as she felt the cheeks stiffen her lips and tongue become more active as if she knew that her desire was about to be fulfilled. And I only just managed to avert the catastrophe.

And if I was roused to the highest pitch of pleasure, so was my little partner: suddenly her fountains were opened and she too knew, for the fourth time like Evelyn, the pleasure of a luscious spend.

Immediately Rose, who was keenly on the watch and who knew that now I must be in perfect condition for her purpose, pulled the dear child off me and pushed her into an armchair.

'And now,' said she with undisguised joy, 'it's my turn. Monsieur Quatrefois, you must justify your name, mustn't you?'

'I'll do my very best, my pretty Rose,' I said; 'and if I don't succeed with you I should not be able to do so with anyone, for you have everything to please me and make me happy!'

CHAPTER EIGHT: Three Stories — Three Victories!

We did not take the trouble to go into another room where there was a bed. We could manage very well where we were.

In a moment Rose had stripped herself as naked as the rest of us.

Two cushions, to the right and left, those on which we had just performed our delightful soixante-neuf, served as seats for Evelyn and Nora.

'Come and sit here,' I said to them. 'You will be quite close to us and will be able to see even better than in the cinema-room how the devil is put into hell!'

They were evidently highly excited at the idea of what they were about to witness.

'Oh! How amusing it will be. I shall watch as closely as ever I can!' said Evelyn.

'And may we feel?' asked Nora.

'Certainly!' I said. 'And if by chance you notice any momentary weakening on the part of the devil, don't hesitate to rouse him by any means in your power; you pretty well know how to do that now, I think!'

'That will be capital,' said Rose. 'And for our part we'll do our best to put in practice all the instructions we have given. . But as we are now concerned with the matter of the devil in hell, we will try to make three stories of it; that will not be beyond your powers, Monsieur Quatrefois?'

'I will do my best, my pretty one!'

'The first. . then: we will represent it in the most ordinary manner. Get up, lazy one, and let me take your place. You shall have the honour of mounting me.'

She took my place, settling herself comfortably with one cushion under her head, another under her back and a third under her bottom.