She pressed herself softly against me, covered with confusion and yielding herself to my embrace. She presented that delightful combination of chastity and desire which, after all, is the breath of life!
'One word?' I begged. 'Say yes, little sweetheart.'
'Ye. . es,' she whispered in my ear.
How I should have devoured her rosy lips if we had been alone. But for the moment I had something better to do.
Delighted at having to carry out this charming task, I sat down on a chair and drew Nora between my knees as if she had been a little child. In spite of all she had been through she was still extremely shy and bashful.
She would submit to anything but would not undertake anything on her own. Such was the explanation of the little scene I have just described. Rose understood perfectly this frame of mind and did not ridicule it. . girls always understand one another.
Nora covered her face with her hands and I set to work.
I unfastened her bodice down the back and gently removed it. At once I was aware of the delightful odor di femina which almost intoxicated me. Under the bodice, the pretty little camisole with its dainty ribbons disclosed the upper part of the back, breasts and arms. The fair nests of the armpits appeared to me, and I could feel the snow-white breasts quiver under the edge of the richly laced chemise.
Having unfastened the skirt and slipped it down to her feet, the emotion which I felt was most intense and delicate, and was increased by the fall of the soft petticoat which disclosed the splendid bottom enclosed in the pretty drawers which I have already described.
To be sure I had already seen this beautiful bottom, submitted to a tender whipping, but to uncover it thus by degrees and with my own hands was an additional pleasure.
I unbuttoned the drawers and slipped them down to her feet. . Standing as she was between my legs with her back towards me, the splendid great twin globes almost pressed against my breast.
The subtle perfume, formed of the natural odour and the scents which had been used in her ablutions, met my nostrils and increased my desire. I gently turned her towards me and, resting my hands on her bottom, which enabled me to feel, even through the thin chemise, its softness and its firm elasticity, I pressed the sweet child to me.
'You are not afraid, my lovely one, are you?' I whispered. 'You know how much I already love and respect you?'
Yes. I uttered this word with all sincerity. I respected her as one respects everything that one loves.
What a poor sweet fluttering thing she was in my hands as I heard her murmur: 'Yes. . Uncle Jack!'
I seized the lower part of her corset to undo the fastenings and my fingers felt the soft and exciting warmth of her immaculate belly. I removed the corset after having unfastened the suspenders to which the stockings were attached. In addition to these suspenders she was wearing a lovely pair of dark-blue ribbon garters, trimmed with loops and roses.
I decided to let her keep her stockings and shoes. A flapper, naked but for stockings and shoes, has always been my special delight.
I almost tore off the camisole and chemise, so eager was I to admire the marvels which I knew must be revealed and, indeed, I was not disappointed. Nora, stripped naked, was worthy of the chisel of a sculptor. Just a nice height, beautifully pink and white, just sufficiently plump without being too much so, she was made to perfection.
Her breasts were two sweet little hills of snow tipped by a rosy nipple. Her supple waist grew smaller in harmony with her broad hips and her beautifully sloping loins, while her full and rounded thighs made one long to feel their pressure. One would have loved to die, smothered by their soft but powerful grip.
As I gazed upon this marvel of creation the words of a French poet, Maurice Robinat (alas!
now dead), occurred to me I will not attempt to translate them. If the reader cannot appreciate them the loss is his-
O Seins, poires de chair, dures et savoureuses, Monts blancs ou vont brouter mes caresses fievreues, Cheveux d'or auxquelsje meperds!
Ventre pale ouje un poeme de spasmes,
Cuisses de marbre pur ou mes enthmisiasmes
S'enroulent comme des serpents!. .
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.