Stanislas Rhodes - The Autobiography of a Flea

My curiosity had been aroused, and my desire to know more of the interesting young being with whom chance had so promiscuously brought me in pleasing contact prompted me to remain quietly ensconced in a snug though somewhat moist hiding place, and it was not until near upon the hour named that I once more emerged in order to watch the progress of events.

Bella had dressed herself with scrupulous care, and now prepared to betake herself to the garden which surrounded the country house in which she dwelt.

I went with her.

Arriving at the end of a long and shady avenue the young girl seated herself upon a rustic bench, and there awaited the coming of the person she was to meet.

It was not many minutes before the young man whom I had seen in communication with my fair little friend in the morning presented himself.

A conversation ensued which, if I might judge by the abstraction of the pair from aught besides themselves, had unusual interest for both.

It was evening, and the twilight had already commenced: the air was warm and genial, and the young pair sat closely entwined upon the bench, lost to all but their own happiness.

‘You don’t know how I love you, Bella,’ whispered the youth, tenderly sealing his protestation with a kiss upon the pouting lips of his companion.

‘Yes I do,’ replied the girl, naïvely, ‘are you not always telling me? I shall get tired of hearing it soon.’

Bella fidgeted her pretty little foot and looked thoughtful.

‘When are you going to explain and show me all those funny things you told me about?’ asked she, giving a quick glance up, and then as rapidly bending her eyes upon the gravel walk.

‘Now,’ answered the youth. ‘Now, dear Bella, while we have the chance to be alone and free from interruption. You know, Bella, we are no longer children?’

Bella nodded her head.

‘Well, there are things which are not known to children, and which are necessary for lovers not only to know, but also to practise.’

‘Dear me,’ said the girl, seriously.

‘Yes,’ continued her companion, ‘there are secrets which render lovers happy, and which make the enjoyment of loving and of being loved.’

‘Lord!’ exclaimed Bella, ‘how sentimental you have grown, Charlie; I remember the time when you declared sentiment was “all humbug”.’

‘So I thought it was, till I loved you,’ replied the youth.

‘Nonsense,’ continued Bella, ‘but go on, Charlie, and tell me what you promised.’

‘I can’t tell you without showing you as well,’ replied Charlie; ‘the knowledge can only be learnt by experience.’

‘Oh, go on then and show me,’ cried the girl, in whose bright eyes and glowing cheeks I thought I could detect a very conscious knowledge of the kind of instruction about to be imparted.

There was something catching in her impatience. The youth yielded to it, and covering her beautiful young form with his own, glued his mouth to hers and kissed it rapturously.

Bella made no resistance; she even aided and returned her lover’s caresses.

Meanwhile, the evening advanced: the trees lay in the gathering darkness, spreading their lofty tops to screen the waning light from the young lovers.

Presently Charlie slid on one side; he made a slight movement, and then without any opposition he passed his hand under and up the petticoats of the pretty Bella. Not satisfied with the charms which he found within the compass of the glistening silk stockings, he essayed to press on still further, and his wandering fingers now touched the soft and quivering flesh of her young thighs.

Bella’s breath came hard and fast, as she felt the indelicate attack which was being made upon her charms. So far, however, from resisting, she evidently enjoyed the exciting dalliance.

‘Touch it,’ whispered Bella, ‘you may.’

Charlie needed no further invitation: indeed he was already preparing to advance without one and instantly comprehending the permission, drove his fingers forward. The fair girl opened her thighs as he did so, and the next instant his hand covered the delicate pink lips of her pretty slit.

For the next ten minutes the pair remained almost motionless, their lips joined and their breathing alone marking the sensations which were overpowering them with the intoxication of wantonness. Charlie felt a delicate object, which stiffened beneath his nimble fingers, and assumed a prominence of which he had no experience.

Presently Bella closed her eyes, and throwing back her head, shuddered slightly, while her frame became supple and languid, and she suffered her head to rest upon the arm of her lover.

‘Oh, Charlie,’ she murmured, ‘what is it you do? What delightful sensations you give me.’

Meanwhile, the youth was not idle, but having fairly explored all he could in the constrained position in which he found himself, he rose, and sensible of the need of assuaging the raging passion which his actions had fanned, he besought his fair companion to let him guide her hand to a dear object, which he assured her was capable of giving her far greater pleasure than his fingers had done.

Nothing loth, Bella’s grasp was the next moment upon a new and delicious substance, and either giving way to the curiosity she simulated, or really carried away by her newly roused desires, nothing would do, but she must bring out and into the light the standing affair of her friend.

Those of my readers who have been placed in a similar position will readily understand the warmth of the grasp and the surprise of the look which greeted the first appearance in public of the new acquisition.

Bella beheld a man’s member for the first time in her life, in the full plenitude of its power, and although it was not, I could plainly see, by any means a formidable one, yet its white shaft and red-capped head, from which the soft skin retreated as she pressed it, gained her quick inclination to learn more.

Charlie was equally moved; his eyes shone and his hand continued to rove all over the sweet young treasure of which he had taken possession.

Meanwhile, the toyings of the little white hand upon the youthful member with which it was in contact had produced effects common under such circumstances to all of so healthy and vigorous a constitution as that of the owner of this particular affair.

Enraptured with the soft pressures, the gentle and delicious squeezings, the artless way in which the young lady pulled back the folds from the rampant nut and disclosed the ruby crest, purple with desire, and the tip, ended by the tiny orifice, now awaiting its opportunity to send forth its slippery offering, the youth grew wild with lust, and Bella, participating in sensations new and strange, but which carried her away in a whirlwind of passionate excitement, panted for she knew not what of rapturous relief.

With her beautiful eyes half-closed, her dewy lips parted, and her skin warm and glowing with the unwonted impulse stealing over her, she lay, the delicious victim of whosoever had the instant chance to reap her favours and pluck her delicate young rose.

Charlie, youth though he was, was not so blind as to lose so fair an opportunity; besides, his now rampant passions carried him forward despite the dictates of prudence which he otherwise might have heard.

He felt the throbbing and well-moistened centre quivering beneath his fingers, he beheld the beautiful girl lying inviting him to the amorous sport, he watched the tender breathings which caused the young breast to rise and fall, he recognised the strong sensual emotions which animated the glowing form of his youthful companion.

The full, soft and swelling legs of the girl were now exposed to his sensuous gaze.

Gently raising the intervening drapery, Charlie still further disclosed the secret charms of his lovely companion until, with eyes of flame, he saw the plump limbs terminate in the full hips and white palpitating belly.