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 upon her two breasts as if to shield them from the intruder's eye.
'Person yerself!' said the voice, 'fust thing you've a-gotter do is ter leave 'old of my donah's breasties and then oi'll fork 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 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 bathroom, and sponged her from neck to ankles, dried her thoroughly, just plunged my tongue once 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 conceit 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 as 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, 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 ever 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 sit 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, tantmieux.'
'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 tripoti la luette, ni une langue qui n'etait ramie 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.
