anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

A few afternoons from the date of the foregoing conversation I was walking by the lake in the park when I saw Joe coming towards me. I stopped to wait for him, and as he approached I noted signs of great excitement in his face.

"What's the matter, Joe?" I asked, seeing that he had something to tell me.

"I've been wanting to let you know what happened the day before yesterday, sir," he said. "You remember Florrie Jennings, the head coachman's daughter? Well, I've often had a few words to say to her, and we've got rather friendly. On Tuesday I had leave to go to Warburton, and in coming across the fields on my way back I overtook Florrie. She's very fond of a game and we've often romped together, so we started to play 'Touch' as we came along. When we got into Bonsor Copse, she came behind me and tripped me up, so that I fell on the grass, and she knelt on my legs and started tickling me. I pushed her off, and as she rolled over, her skirts flew up, showing her drawers. I gave her a smack on the bottom before she recovered herself, and then I held her down and tickled her like she had done to me. In her struggle to get away, she threw her feet up, showing her drawers again. 'What fat legs you've got!' I said. 'That's nothing to do with you, Master Impudence,' she replied, with a saucy smile. Playing about with her had made me feel up to a lark, and I think she did, too; so I said, 'Let me have a look at your thing, Florrie!' 'Dear me, no!' she cried; but I could see she was laughing so I put my hand up between her legs and tried to get my fingers inside her drawers. She kicked about such a lot that I couldn't get at her, so I took my hand away. 'Go on, Florrie!' I said; 'show me yours, and I'll show you mine.' After a bit, she gave in, undoing her drawers and lying on her back so that I could have a good view. I had never seen a girl properly before so I had a good look while I was about it. It is a funny thing, just like a crack; I don't think it's so nice as a cock, though! Presently, she got up and made me take mine out for her to see. It had got on the stand while I was feeling her, and she seemed to be very pleased with it, as she pulled it about. This made me feel very funny. I had heard about chaps putting their things into girls, and I asked her to let me have a try. She said I could, so I lay over her and put my cock against her crack. It wouldn't seem to go in, though, and when I pushed hard she told me I was hurting her, so at last we gave it up. I mean to have another try, however, as soon as I can get a chance to go out with her again. Anyhow, it's something to have seen a girl's thing, isn't it? And now she has let me once it won't be hard to get her to do it again."

When we were sauntering back through the fine growth of huge oaks and beeches that clothed the banks of the lake, I said, "Let me have a look at yours, Joe! I should like to see it."

He did not display any objection, but immediately took his cock out and exhibited it to me without reserve. It was not very big, but his thoughts, as they dwelt on the events he had been telling of, had acted in such a way on it that it stood up firmly and proudly for all of its small size. I took hold of it, and began to rub.

"What will that do?" he asked, as he watched my actions. He was evidently unacquainted with the operation so I saw an added pleasure in store for me by observing the delighted surprise he would be certain to evince presently. Making him sit down on the turf, I squatted by his side, and set about carrying out the task I had undertaken. He experienced a new species of joy altogether as I went on, and expressed himself to this effect more than once. As the end came, he was carried away entirely, and his eyes sparkled, as he caught my hand.

"Stop, sir, stop! I can't stand it any more, really! What have you done? I can't tell you what I feel like."

"You would have felt something of that sort if you had done what you wanted to with Florrie Jennings," I said, endeavouring as I spoke to find out whether any liquid had come forth from his cock; this, however, did not appear to be the case. "The next time you are out with her, and if you can't do anything else, you get her to do this to you. Don't you like it?"

"Yes, sir! Rather! Thank you ever so much for showing me what to do."

I was on the point of asking him to perform a similar service for me, but on second thoughts, decided not to and turned my steps towards the house.

The days passed slowly by, but as each one went I felt that I was nearer by so much to my liberation-as I viewed the reopening of school.

Several weeks had gone by without my having received an invitation from Rutherford to come and stay with him, so I began to lose hope of a respite from this source, and determined not to dwell upon it in anticipation in order to avoid a possible disappointment.

One morning in the fourth week, however, I received a letter from de Beaupre, written from London, to say that in three days from that date he was returning to Paris, and asking if I could get permission to go with him and finish my holidays there. He explained that Jimmy could not accompany him, his mother wishing to have him with her, and as he was most anxious to have a chum to keep him company, he: would be very glad if I could come.

It was a long letter, written in a very lively style, and went on to recount some of his doings during the holidays.

"I've had some fine times with my mother's maid, Mignon," he wrote. "She's a ripping girl! She helps me to dress, and so on, as my mother won't get a manservant for me yet, thinking the maid can do all I want. I don't mind a bit, as you may suppose. Mignon brings up a cup of coffee in the morning, and we always have a lark together then. She used to start by tickling my feet, but she soon got more daring, and would pull the clothes off and pinch my legs. Then, when I have my bath she comes into wash me, as she says I am not big enough to do it properly myself yet. Somehow, my cock is always stiff at these times but at first she would never say anything, but just went on soaping and sponging me. She was very fond, however, of touching me between the legs and having a little feel. Naturally, every time she did this it made me laugh. I let her see plainly that I wasn't an innocent, and before long she got into the way of taking hold of my thing and stroking it. Then she boldened, and one day gave it a kiss. This fairly set me off and I asked her to do it again. She wasn't the least bit bashful, and, since then I enjoy myself all right with her, I can assure you. She's got a fine-shaped cunt just the right size, not too big, and with plenty of hair. She won't let me do too much to her though, as she says she has to be very careful. She has got a lover, who is frightfully jealous, and she told me he would make a fearful row if he thought she had anything to do with another person. So I only use my fingers on her now and again. She wouldn't have me get into her, as she says she doesn't care about it that way much and even a boy like me might do some damage. She has hinted several times that I should give her a suck, but I have never done so; she's a very decent sort but I don't quite think that I could bring myself to do that with her. I don't mind doing it to Cecile, but she is different.. By the way, if you come with me, as I hope you will, I shall find a chance to introduce you to her. I know you will like her immensely.

"Now, be sure and come! And let me know at once. I have got my mother to write to your father, so he can't very well refuse."

I felt a different being after I had read this letter, and my hopes rose at once to the highest point. I waited eagerly to hear my father's decision, which was the only thing now that stood in my way. At lunch-time, I watched his face narrowly, and I remained in a fever of excitement through the protracted meal. But at its conclusion, Jimmy my father sent for Mrs. Denison.