Anonumous - Flossie, A Venus of Fifteen

On our return to the bedroom, Eva was sitting on the edge of the low divan.

'Bring her to me here,' she cried.

I easily divined what was wanted, and carrying my precious burden across the room, I faced round with my back to Eva. In the sloping glass to the left, I could see her face disappear between the white rounded buttocks, at the same moment that her right hand moved in front of me and grasped my yard which it frigged with incomparable tenderness and skill. This operation was eagerly watched by Flossie over my shoulder, while she clung to me with arms and legs and rubbed herself against my loins with soft undulating motions like an amorous kitten, the parting lips of her cunt kissing my back and her every action testifying to the delight with which she was receiving the attentions of Eva's tongue upon the neighbouring spot.

My feelings were now rapidly passing beyond my control, and I had to implore Eva to remove her hand, whereupon Flossie, realizing the state of affairs, jumped down from her perch, and burying my prick in her sweet mouth, sucked and frigged me in such a frenzy of desire that she had very soon drawn from me the last drop I had to give her.

A short period of calm ensued after this last ebullition, but Flossie was in too mad a mood today to remain long quiescent.

'Eva,' she suddenly cried, 'I believe I am as tall as you nowadays, and I am quite sure my breasts are as large as yours. I'm going to measure and see!'

After Eva's height had been found to be only a short inch above Flossie's, the latter proceeded to take the most careful and scientific measurements of the breasts. First came the circumference, then the diameter over the nipples, then the diameter omitting the nipples, then the distance from the nipple to the upper and lower edges of the hemispheres, and so on. No dry as dust old savant, staking his reputation upon an absolutely accurate calculation of the earth's surface, could have carried out his task with more ineffable solemnity than did this merry child who, one knew, was all the time secretly bubbling over with the fun of her quaint conceit.

The result was admitted to be what Flossie called it-'a moral victory' for herself, inasmuch as half a square inch, or as Flossie declared, 'fifteen thirty-two-ths,' was all the superiority of area that Eva could boast.

'There's one other measurement I should like to have taken,' said Eva, 'because in spite of my ten years de plus and the fact that my cunt is not altogether a stranger to the joys of being fucked, I believe that Flossie would win that race, and I should like her to have one out of three!'

'Lovely!' cried Flossie. 'But Jack must be the judge. Here's the tape, Jack: fire away. Now, Evie, come and lie beside me on the edge of the bed, open your legs, and swear to abide by the verdict!'

After a few minutes fumbling with the tape and close inspection of the parts in dispute, I retired to a table and wrote down the following, which I pinned against the window curtain.

'Letchford v. Eversley

Mesdames,

In compliance with your instructions I have this day surveyed the private premises belonging to the above parties, and have now the honour to submit the following report, plan, and measurements.

As will be seen from the plan, Miss Letchford's cunt is exactly 3 1/16 inches from the underside of clitoris to the base of vulva. Miss Eversley's cunt, adopting the same line of measurement, gives 3 5/8 inches.

I may add that the premises appear to me to be thoroughly desirable in both cases, and to a good, upright and painstaking tenant would afford equally pleasant accommodation in spring, summer, autumn or winter.

A small but well-wooded covert is attached to each, whilst an admirable dairy is in convenient proximity.

With reference to the Eversley property, I am informed that it has not yet been occupied, but in view of its size and beauty, and the undoubted charms of the surrounding country, I confidently anticipate that a permanent and satisfactory tenant (such as I have ventured to describe above), will very shortly be found for it. My opinion of its advantages as a place of residence may, indeed, be gathered from the fact that I am greatly disposed to make an offer in my own person.

Yours faithfully, J Archer

As the two girls stood with their hands behind their backs reading my ultimatum, Flossie laughed uproariously, but I noticed that Eva looked grave and thoughtful.

Had I written anything that annoyed her? I could hardly think so, but while I was meditating on the possibility, half resolved to put it to the test by a simple question, Eva took Flossie and myself by the hand, led us to the sofa and sitting down between us, said:

'Listen to me, you two dears! You, Flossie, are my chosen darling, and most beloved little friend. You, Jack, are Flossie's lover, and for her sake as well as for your own, I have the greatest affection for you. You both know all this. Well, I have not the heart to keep you from one another any longer. Flossie, dear, I hereby absolve you from your promise to me. Jack, you have behaved like a brick, as you are. Come here tomorrow at your usual time and I think we shall be able to agree upon “a tenant for the Eversley property”.'

This is not a novel of sentiment, and a description of what followed would therefore be out of place. Enough to say that after one wild irrepressible shriek of joy and gratitude from Flossie, the conversation took a sober and serious turn, and soon afterwards we parted for the day.

By one who knew this charming goddess worshipped at her shrine.

Flossie, A Venus of Fifteen

The next morning's post brought me letters from both Eva and Flossie.

My dear Jack, (wrote the former)

Tomorrow will be a red letter day for you two! And I want you both to get the utmost of delight from it. So let no sort of scruple or compunction spoil your pleasure. Flossie is, in point of physical development, a woman. As such, she longs to be fucked by the man she loves. Fuck her therefore with all and more than all the same skill and determination you displayed in fucking me. She can think and talk of nothing else. Come early tomorrow and bring your admirable prick in its highest state of efficiency and stiffness!

Yours, Eva

Flossie wrote:

I cannot sleep a wink for thinking of what is coming to me tomorrow. All the time I keep turning over in my mind how best to make it nice for you. I am practising Eva's “nip”. I feel as if I could do it, but nipping nothing is not really practice, is it, Jack? My beloved, I kiss your prick, in imagination. Tomorrow I will do it in the flesh, for I warn you that nothing will ever induce me to give up that, nor will even the seven inches which I yearn to have in my cunt ever bring me to consent to being deprived of the sensation of your dear tongue when it curls between the lips and pays polite attentions to my clitoris! But you shall have me as you like tomorrow, and all days to follow. I am to be in the future…

Yours body and soul, Flossie

When I arrived at the flat I found Flossie had put on the costume in which I had seen her the first day of our acquaintance. The lovely little face wore an expression of gravity, as though to show me she was not forgetting the importance of the occasion. I am not above confessing that, for my part, I was profoundly moved.

We sat beside one another, hardly exchanging a word. Presently Flossie said:

'Whenever you are ready, Jack, I'll go to my room and undress.'

The characteristic naivete of this remark somewhat broke the spell that was upon us, and I kissed her with effusion.

'Shall it be… quite nuked, Jack?'

'Yes, darling, if you don't mind.'

'All right. When I am ready I'll call to you.'