Aphrodizzia

TEN

A letter from Dolly to Lord Fred-Jack's arrival at the island-His girls-The day's routines-A first orgy with Julia and Natasha-Six holes for two pricks-The example of Noreen, a strapping young trollop of nineteen-A tale of birch in the boudoir-Noreen's defiance and her punishments-A fine Havana cigar-The broad pale cheeks of Noreen's bottom well rouged-The varied pleasures of Jack's harem displayed-His visit to Lord F. Dear Freddie, I write from this island paradise on a warm and tranquil day to tell you of Jack's safe arrival. The good ship Proserpine glided to her anchorage two hundred yards offshore at ten o'clock this morning. Jack and his four girls came ashore in the cutter, leaving the steam-yacht like a graceful fairy-craft in the bay. The next boat brought three more girls from the steamer, Sian, Daniela, and Valeria. In addition to these seven we have, of course, Sonja, Petra, Julia, Natasha, and a number of warm-skinned girls of the area. Shawn is my favourite of these but all are nubile and passionate in their boudoir frolics. Jack is greatly amused by your loan of Janet and Noreen, for he finds the latter to be just the strapping and insolent young trollop you described. In my dealings with our two adolescent pupils, Julia and Natasha, I have adhered strictly to my principles. Every morning first thing they appear and clamber on to the marble massage table together, with their skirts and panties discarded. As at the Villa Anna, I smooth over their bare hips, thighs, and rear cheeks with the amply perfumed soap-cream. And as on those former occasions, they receive a gloved digit up their rear holes, and they load with their own warm rain the sponge held between their charming thighs. Ah, yet what a change is here! Now as a matter of routine, I work the light lather between their legs on my gloved fingers until there is such a chorus of tiny sounds! Julia cries out her pleasure with short and sharp utterances, accompanied by impatient butting movements of her bare and lathered hips. Natasha is more restrained, confining her outbursts to soft questioning whimpers of gratification. If you could see our prim little blonde as the gloved fingers rub her pussy-flesh in a light and soapy caress, you would have no doubt that her pleasures are more intense than these timid little sounds indicate.

For, of course, Natasha arches back her slim hips and opens herself to the intrusion with all the eagerness of a blond young Messalina!

The well-soaped finger up each young backside is now accepted by the two girls as a matter of necessity. Though they do not experience the same pleasure as from the other caresses, they now submit readily to this gentle impalement. I think the time has come when they would scarcely be able to manage without it-and so they have accepted the necessity of what must be. All this has been achieved, as I explained to Jack again today, under the seeming rule of cleanliness and decency. Even some of the other girls, who do not yet know me better, regard me as a moral dragon and a very martinet in matters of proper conduct and deportment. I am most anxious, dear Freddie, that our friend Jack shall encounter no difficulties with the girls who are to be his seraglio. It is so disagreeable when pleasures designed are spoilt or delayed by a lack of compliance among the objects of one's affections. A harem of young women must be, for their master, deesennuy-ant-or he might as well pay for his pleasures along the pavements of Piccadilly, the Via Roma, or the Rue de Rivoli. With this in mind, Freddie, I have made much use of your girl Noreen, as an object lesson to our Berlinese lesbians, our high-school charmers, and the fair-skinned German beauties whom Jack has brought with him.

Noreen, of course, is instantly seen for what she is, a quite tall and strongly-made girl of nineteen with firm fair-skinned features, the lank dark hair trimmed round at her collar and worn in a level fringe over the natural insolence of her brown eyes. One does not make courtly love to such a young wench as this, and yet she has an appeal for a man of jaded appetite who seeks the taste of strong meat.

Her costume of white singlet and the faded blue denim of working-jeans showed off her figure admirably when the other girls saw her. One sees so clearly Noreen's strong, straight back and her resiliently-moulded breasts. The jeans shape her firm and agile thighs, her sturdy young hips and loins, the cheeks of Noreen's bottom which are sturdy enough and well rounded but without a pinch of surplus fat. Great care has been taken that the other girls shall hear of Noreen's insolent conduct towards her admirers before that fortunate day when she came into the hands of a trader and was paraded, struggling, on to the auction-block. Several of the keenest bidders were men who had admired her at her shopwork, kneeling on all fours in the singlet and working-pants as she polished the waxed floors. The rear view of her stiffened the tool of every lucky fellow who paused to watch. Held by a stout waist-belt, the jeans-denim was drumskin-taut over the full and broadened mounds of Noreen's buttocks.

That stout central seam of the jeans-seat was drawn deeply and suggestively down between the strapping young cheeks of Noreen's bottom. Where it was stretched hard under her legs, it even parted the soft lips of her cunt which were clearly shaped as an erotic bulge in the thin denim. Yet when she was still mistress of her fate, the young bitch behaved with great thanklessness to men who paid the tribute of their eyes to this provoking aspect! She would become suddenly immobile on all fours and, with a flick of her lank dark hair, look back at them with firm-jawed contempt. Or she would sit back on her heels and stare round at them, her brown eyes determined to force them from their contemplation of her. You have enjoyed Noreen so often, Freddie, that I need not tell you of the lazy insolence which still remains in the young tart's nature and which is seen from time to time. To submit herself to the will of any other person-man or woman-is not her inclination. For that reason our new arrivals here regard her with fascination, for in her fate they read their own. A strong and resentful working-girl like Noreen would surely have resisted and rebelled. How is it that, despite her lapses, she obeys the commands given her with ill-grace and resentment-yet still obeys them? You see my purpose, Freddie? If the girls can be convinced that even Noreen could not endure the consequences of refusal and rebellion, they will give little for their own chances.

Jack and I will be saved a good deal which is disagreeable and will settle to our pleasures without delay. This will be more to the benefit of the girls than to our own. We shall enjoy our delights by whatever means is necessary. It is only the girls attending us who may endure chastisement through wayward refusal. It would have been possible, of course, to provoke Noreen to disobedience and then to have taken a vengeance upon her by means of whip, branding-marker, or some other convenient device. However, it goes against the grain to make such a young tart incur anguish merely in order to demonstrate that. Seduction, not sadism, is the method by which Jack and I propose to keep our seraglio in order. That being the case, we allowed the girls to feast their eyes on Noreen and to become well-acquainted with the sight of her. It took only a few hours. When that was done, we left several copies of a birch and boudoir story-a chapter from her life-lying about in places where the girls were sure to come across them. And so they did. You will easily imagine that girls like Elke and Julia, who cannot resist a lewd story, fell upon these and were soon reading out the details to the others. So it was that they became acquainted with your little masquerade, Freddie, when you posed as the captain of the yacht Brandon, which was carrying Noreen and several other girls to their first taste of the silken web of sexual bondage. They read of Noreen's loud-mouthed insolence, her defiance of those who sought to make her the companion of their bed.

It is the kind of impudent refusals which some of them might offer to Jack or I. The story of that incident informed them how Noreen had fought with such energy against her master, when he wished only to lavish upon her the enjoyment of the sheets, that she broke the poor fellow's arm-or at least obliged him to go about for a week with his right arm in a sling. What was the cause of this? Merely that her master had been sitting like a king in his throne-in a comfortable leather chair after dinner-when Noreen and the other girls were waiting upon him. He summoned Noreen to the arm of his chair and ordered her to turn her back. She flicked back her lank dark hair, gave him a contemptuous look, but obeyed. And so he was confronted by the tight jeans-seat, the shape of Noreen's broad young buttocks and strong hips. He naturally ordered her to bend over so that he might enjoy a more provoking view of Noreen's arse. She did this most resentfully. For some time he contemplated the suggestive shape of Noreen's bottom, so big-cheeked in this posture. After a little while, he ordered her to go into the adjoining room, take off her jeans and briefs, play between her legs, vaseline her arsehole, and then wait to be well ridden and vigorously sodomised. At this the most dreadful fracas ensued and our girls read of it wide-eyed. Noreen struggled and fought against him. Before his valet and grooms could restrain her, she had thrown her entire weight upon his arm, wrenching it grievously, and had bitten him hard upon the wrist. The eyes of Elke Mahne and the others flew along the lines of print to see what would be the outcome of this civil strife. She read of how the two stalwart grooms and the valet led Noreen to her master's cabin on the following evening. You may be sure that the miscreant struggled against them, twisting her hips, bowing her back, and trying every way to free herself from their grasp. The anger burnt red on the points of her wide cheekbones, her firm features set hard, the brown eyes still defiant. The lank collar-length of her dark hair flew to and fro as she wrestled against them, while she flicked her fringe with great energy. As Elke and the others read the tale, it puzzled them to understand how the injured master alone could teach Noreen the error of the crime she had committed. But then, dear Freddie, they do not know that gentleman as well as I do! They could well believe that it took the efforts of all three guardians to place Noreen face-down over a heavy stool-its legs bolted to the floor. One man was deputed to fasten her ankles, with legs full-stretched, to the metal rings at one extreme, another secured her wrists at full stretch on the far side. In this posture, the tight denim of the faded blue jeans presented Noreen's bum-cheeks full and broad. Our girls read how the valet undid the stout belt of Noreen's working-trousers, drawing her jeans down and off. Noreen's knickers, the elasticated briefs universally favoured by such working-girls, followed next. How the story captured the young trollops outrage when the warm cotton was folded, dunked in the crachoir, and then wadded into her mouth! Yet these protests were well muffled as the thin bridle-strap between her teeth was tightened to hold the silencer in its place. The object of this study is, of course, to deter our young ladies from unseemly and rebellious conduct. That being the case, Freddie, I also allowed them to glimpse an account of one of Noreen's other experiences on a certain plantation well known to both of us. It relates to a damp cloth applied in a room and to a part which propriety forbids mention of here. How this serviceable cloth was used to mop between Noreen's bottom-cheeks and over them, between her legs, as she bent for retribution, and only then was wadded to prevent unseemly outbursts.

In the present case, Elke began to read aloud to the other girls, their eyes growing ever wider, though one or two still seemed mystified as to the events of the story. Noreen's master had entered the room to find the culprit strapped bottom-upwards in this posture, though the strong-jawed and fiery-eyed rebellion was still visible as she turned her gaze upon him. At every peephole in the walls of that room, at every crack and aperture, there was a listener or a watcher. It seems to be the universal opinion of mankind-if not womankind as well-that young women of Noreen's build and disposition merit the strictest retribution for this crime. From the old bosun to the newest cabin-boy they licked their lips and waited with smiling excitement. Many of them had suffered Noreen's impudence and contempt.

Here and there a youthful prick was already stiffening in a busy hand at the prospect of seeing the sturdy young slut get what was coming to her. Our young German girl-students read with some puzzlement that Noreen's master seemed not the least angry with her now. He spoke quietly and with laughter in his voice as he surveyed the two pale mounds of her broad young buttocks. Though he might promise her a smacked bottom with disciplinary leather when his arm was healed, he was in no state to administer such wholesome correction at the present. How, then, was he to teach Noreen a lesson in manners?

At this, too, our young pupils furrowed their pretty brows. Yet, as they read the tale or heard it from Elke, the cabin-boys and bosun gripped their stiff cocks harder and grinned with delight as they saw the drama which was developing. Noreen's master took a fine Havana, cut the end, and struck a match. His hand stroked the broad pale smoothness of Noreen's bare buttocks as he puffed the cheroot to a glowing tip of ash. Then he began to tease her. The listeners and peepers at the keyholes were at once gratified by a muffled shrillness from this well-built girl of nineteen. Our valiant captain drew the cheroot to vivid red and remarked that there was nothing like a well-stoked Havana for bringing the roses to Noreen's pale bottom-cheeks. They heard the dry squeak of leather as Noreen pulled vainly against her straps. But the captain merely chuckled.

“I vow you would break those straps if you could, Noreen! Such desperation. First, the left-hand cheek of your arse, Noreen. We shall begin there. Ah, yes! You would love to break free and create havoc, if you could! Have no fear, Noreen, the straps will hold you securely during your ordeal. Lie quite still, then. Don't try to squirm that fat young backside, Noreen!” (You may be sure, Freddie, that Elke and the others could not take their eyes from the pages which contained such dramatic incidents and speeches!) The first scorching kiss of the cigar upon the pale mound of Noreen's buttock was followed by a long and red-hot tickle, which drove her quite frantic. He allowed her a moment's respite, then the sparkling tip returned and traced an intricate pattern on that same sturdy cheek of Noreen's bottom. “Does that make your toes curl, Noreen? Does it?

Why, you would burst your eardrums with your shrillness if we had not wadded your mouth so well! How fortunate that you will not be free to tell tales of this little encounter to the world outside. A young trollop of nineteen with such a strapping young backside as yours, Noreen, is well able to stand a little touching-up. Lie quite still, Noreen! I shall rouge one arse-cheek quite outrageously before we proceed to the other.” Stiff with excitement, the grooms and servants who peeped, watched with widening eyes. The laughter had gone from the captain's voice. His mouth was tight and his eyes unsmiling as he circled the cherry-bright tip upon the broad young buttock. The escorts had tied Noreen's lank dark hair into a collar-length pony-tail, the better to show her face to her master during retribution. Under the level fringe, you may be sure that the firm features, the wide cheek-bones and the brown eyes had lost all their insolence as they reflected Noreen's wildness in her present predicament. When a pair of deeply blushing bottom-cheeks confronted him at last, nothing would do but the captain must stroke the cherry red between them, colouring up and down the arse-valley with a quick stippling motion. One must not, of course, draw too solemn conclusions from such an account-yet fiction is here entirely faithful to fact. Could one believe that the captain touched up Noreen merely with his finger-or with the “torture” of the feather which is so exquisitely applied to Alice by the hero of A Man with a Maid? You may be sure that Noreen's indignation at this would have been shrill enough to warrant a gag. The enforced tickling of the young woman's clitoris, the systematic masturbation, would have provoked her rage.

And, moreover, could the captain now resist the temptation of stretching Noreen's arsehole on his stiffness? All this would have been enough to cause the muffled rage and squirming, her desperation made all the worse by knowing that he would make her scream with pleasure before he had finished. Yet if the truth is to be believed, he continued his revenge until the Havana was a dead stub.

Withdrawing, he allowed a boy to enter, where Noreen of the glowing bum-cheeks still lay in her straps. The lad carried a handy jar of kitchen-fat which had been amply salted. Indeed, the spending of the boy himself had topped it. Taking it on his fingers he spread it on Noreen's blushing and smarting buttocks, until her rear cheeks shone with the grease and every fire of the punishment blazed up anew. As he withdrew the lad explained, smiling, that his master intended Noreen to spend the whole night in this state, so that she might ponder on her crime and the retribution exacted for it. You will understand, Freddie, what a pensive look this story brought to the faces of Elke, Claudia, and the others. Nor did the drama end there.

Though it might be only a story-who can tell?-they had seen Noreen with their own eyes and knew she was no insubstantial creation. I allowed the menservants to drop hints to the girls. The secrets of your own plantation (and Noreen's story) may be revealed now that we are safely out of Europe. It is natural that we entrust the papers to our friend Professor J- with freedom to publish when he thinks fit.* * Which he will shortly do for readers of this volume, Chez The Society of Private Bibliophiles, Rue du Faubourg Montmartre. It is enough to let our girls hear of Noreen's defiance and its cure.

They have also heard of the “Obedience Test” to which certain dinner guests put her every month or two. All is described to them. The stage on which Noreen stands; the apparatus; the youthful pricks poking erect through partition holes for her to suck; the commands of the guests to her; the severe penalties which a failure of obedience incurs. The voices and the merriment of the occasion already ring in our pupils' ears as a foretaste of things to come, while they picture Noreen standing naked and attentive to the orders.

“Noreen! The first penis in your mouth, Noreen, and drink a toast to Cupid!… Now suck another, Noreen… And another… Lie over the table and make love to yourself, Noreen. Show us how you like to do it… Noreen! Arse-upwards over the thrashing stool for forty strokes… Your bottom on the rubber dildo, Noreen. Exercise your backside for twenty minutes… Do it better than that, Noreen!…Noreen! Drink another toast to Cupid!…

Bottom-upwards over the thrashing stool again, Noreen!… Now the masturbating-saddle, Noreen. Ride it long and slow… Another toast to Cupid, Noreen… Now, the rubber dildo up your bottom again, Noreen. Twenty minutes of vigorous backgammon exercise!… Such resentment in those brown eyes, Noreen! We must help you to overcome it. See the cheroot-glow poking through the hole? Snuff it between your strapping young bottom-cheeks, Noreen!… So timid now, Noreen?

Do it at once or face the penalties!…” How Elke and Claudia gaped at this news! And Julia and Natasha stared and wondered! How long must it be before the same degree of compliance is expected from them? I took the opportunity of adding that a failure of obedience in Noreen was followed by a visit from a very knowledgeable gentleman called a “jumper.” A soundproof room was set apart where a variety of penalties would be inflicted in absolute secrecy. There is a greater horror in mystery than in explanation, for which reason I leave our girls to guess at the precise nature of the discipline. Yet I have assured them that the jumper will make Noreen's punishment last all night. The effect of this object-lesson has been entirely salutary. Elke was never anything but a randy young miss and now gives herself up to the pleasures demanded with total abandon. As for Claudia or Helena, they know they cannot be proof against such means as we have at our disposal and therefore, casting aside a reserve of false modesty, they enter truly into the spirit of the game. Sonja needs no persuading, in any case, and Petra's withholding of the delights which her body offers was never more than a certain adolescent surliness which she has now outgrown in a few days. Of our two ingenues, Julia has no reputation to lose. She reconciled herself quickly to the idea that she must purchase a life of pleasure at the cost of being denied any refusal in her partner or the type of pleasure decided upon. Natasha doubted for very little longer. What must be, must be. In all this, Freddie, I find a singular truth.

If our story is read by the world at large, only imagine the indignation of the bourgeoisie. Why, they will say, these poor girls were made off with and used against their will. These poor abducted youngsters have been forced into the routine of depravity and lasciviousness. Modesty has been torn from them and every veil of decency put aside. Now, Freddie, if this were true would there not be fugitives from every harem that the world has ever known? Or would not those girls for whom escape proves impossible take their own lives rather than be so abused and dishonoured? And yet you will find that the harems of the world contain some of the most contented females in human history. Fugitives are rare and suicides unknown. The truth is that a woman who enters such a places loses her liberty in one respect but gains an even greater freedom. Because the privilege of refusal is taken from her, she may abandon herself to every form of pleasure and feel no remorse. Such beauties enjoy the wildest orgies that their master provides and never blush from guilt. They may love one another in any way they choose. If they are sometimes whipped for their master's amusement, is that worse suffering than the loveless marriages arranged in London or Paris? You may be sure that no man will whip his slave-girl so hard that her beauty is destroyed. Yet how many husbands destroy the looks and lives of their brides by unfeeling neglect? Only consider, Freddie. A young miss in high society is told she may not marry the man she prefers. Instead she is to be the bride of Lord Jackanapes or Sir Joseph Moneybags, because the position of her family or its wealth requires it. She is ploughed vigorously until she drops a cub. Then her husband goes off to the more congenial company of his club, his cronies, or his whore. Do you truly think that Elke or Claudia should envy such young women? Once our girls have learnt by Noreen's example that rebellion is profitless, what awaits them but soft loving and languorous pleasure? On his first night, Jack was in fine fettle. He had, for some time before our adventure began, kept his eye on Julia and Natasha with a view to making them my pupils. Now that our two adolescent girls have had the chance to mature and learn wisdom, Jack wished to put them to the proof.

How could I deny him this? Accordingly, we summoned them after dinner and led them to the boudoir set aside for these frolics. Jack's greatest desire was to accustom them to the demands which he would soon make regularly upon them in the long hours of the night. At the centre of the bedroom we placed a padded leather bench. Julia was to kneel on one side and Natasha on the other. When they lifted their hips and knelt forward over the bench, their bodies were touching, though one presented her head and the other her rump. Jack knelt down too. He surveyed the adolescent softness of Julia's jeans-seat and Natasha's prim young beauty under the fringe of her blond coiffure. He stroked her face, smiled, and kissed her coquettish chignon of silky fair hair. Undoing the waist of Julia's jeans, he eased them down to her knees, then stripped her briefs down as well. As he unbuttoned himself, releasing his erection, he was confronted by a delicious choice. Julia presented the muddy pallor of thighs and bottom-cheeks.

The inviting hole peeped between her legs and her anus was almost visible between her lightly parted buttocks. Next to her was Natasha's prim little mouth. Our young blonde was still fully dressed and there was so sweet a look to her in the green jumper, striped tie and white blouse. Jack smiled and presented the knob to her sulky little mouth. “Suck the prick, Natasha. Show me how well you can use your tongue in the vent and under the foreskin.” Natasha gave a resentful little wail and turned her face aside. “Come now, Natasha,” I said gently, and showed her the cane which I picked up from the bed. “Must you have a tanning so soon?” It was all pretended modesty on her part, Freddie. Have no fear of that. Natasha opened her mouth and without closing on her master's tool entirely, played vigorously with her tongue on the knob of the penis. Presently she closed her eyes and began to suck it in the most dreamy manner. At the same time I undid the navy-blue skirt of her uniform and took it off. Natasha's briefs, the white cotton panties, were a mere impediment to my designs. Off they came as well. Now her slender milk-white thighs were bare and the trim young cheeks of her behind.

She was naked from her ankle-socks to her waist. The hem of her green jumper with its blue piping just arched over the tops of her hips but left the slim cheeks of Natasha's schoolgirl bottom quite bare.

Well-prepared by the sucking, Jack turned his attention to Julia.

He gave the little tart a few cunt-squeezes which were quite enough to get her lubricating. I watched Julia's face as he wanked her quickly and thought what a sullen little bitch she is. The rather round pale face with its absurd cocks-comb of dark hair was quite unmoved by his attention. Then her blue eyes widened and she gasped. So she might, for Jack had threaded his prick into Julia's cunt at full length.

He rode her easily and the young slut had the grace, at least, to begin fretting at her lower lip and sighing with the upheaval in her heart. There are girls like Julia who never give of their best unless they have been “loosened up” by a smacked bottom beforehand. At last she was moaning and squirming, head drooping and eyes closed as Jack rode into her. But now he withdrew and positioned the well-lubricated knob at the tightness of Julia's arsehole. She cried out indignantly, swore she would rather die, and then the veins in her forehead seemed to swell with the energy of a wild scream. Jack had broken the barrier and his prick was surging triumphantly into Julia's adolescent backside. She grew calmer at once, though emitting self-pitying and resentful little whimpers, squirming a little as if she would shit out Jack's penis at the first opportunity. He buggered Julia for several minutes before sheathing himself in her cunt again, which she accepted with a shudder and a moan of gratification. Then he drew away again and presented his knob to Natasha's startled mouth. There was such a cry, and many protests between her pressed lips. Yet, Freddie, you and I know that Natasha can play at being a dirty little girl when the mood takes her, for she knows how to enjoy it despite her prim blond looks. I smiled at her present performance. “Are you bashful of sucking your master's prick, Natasha? Come now, you have tasted Julia and Mr. Jack before.

Ah, you cannot do it in front of Julia unless it seems you are forced to! Very well, my pet. Eighteen strokes across those slim fair-skinned buttocks. How your mistress would have loved to do this to you.”

I flexed the bamboo and gave a smacking stroke across the pert young cheeks of Natasha's bottom. She yelled at full force but the cane lashed and smacked until she was frantic to obey. I treated Natasha as if she were a pupil in the strictest reform institution, and I raised a weal across her pert little buttocks with every stroke.

As soon as I was finished and Jack approached again, Natasha opened her mouth and sucked his tool as if her very life depended on it. He withdrew presently. Then the stout erection parted the lips of Julia's cunt. After that it plunged deeply up Julia's arse and withdrew only to demand Natasha's mouth. Our young blonde hesitated but a well-aimed stroke of the cane across her elfin backside had her mouth open and sucking with wanton enthusiasm. Presently, Jack changed sides and was confronted by an equally charming sight. Now it was Julia's mouth which accompanied Natasha's close-fitting cunt and her dark anus-bud between bamboo'd buttocks. To bugger a girl so pert yet demure, of Natasha's kind, is beyond even the ambition of most men who set eyes upon such beauty. Jack took the hem of the green jumper and pulled it well above her slim hips. He vaselined her and eased his way in against shrill and frenzied dismay. He kissed her neck and ears, as well as our young blonde's saucy chignon. Then he sodomised Natasha long and gently, as only a man of his resolve would dare to do. Yet he did not spend, for he withdrew and touched his knob to Julia's lips.

It had taken the cane to ensure Natasha's obedience. You will not be surprised, then, to learn that a snakeskin training-lash is necessary for Julia. I whipped the fattened muddy pallor of Julia's bottom far beyond what is customary with such a girl. Yet she twisted the spiky crop of her hair and struggled to avoid the rampant guest who demanded admittance at her mouth. Need I tell you what the outcome was? In the end she offered her open lips and sucked until the tastes of Jack and Natasha must have run together in her saliva. Julia was informed that her master had chosen to come in her mouth, and she received a peremptory smack on the bottom for trying to pull away. And so, pretending that she had never done such a thing for the boys of her acquaintance, Julia swallowed down her pride and Jack's passion.

After regaining his energy, our friend rode the young blonde's cunt, though for safety's sake he squirted his second boiling of passion deep into Natasha's bottom. Her mouth revived him until he was fit to attack Julia's ramparts again, threading between her legs but, once again, choosing to spend in Julia's backside for safety's sake.

By this time, we were content to take our ease and merely ordered Julia and Natasha to perform for our entertainment. So they did. Lips clung to lips, hands caressed one another's breasts. They lay head to tail and kiss-fucked each others moist and yearning cunt. At our insistence, Julia's mouth sought Natasha's anus and Natasha's lips found Julia's arsehole. Such things were commanded, Freddie, that even I hesitate to inscribe them in the present letter. Yet I am obliged to add that their games would never have been possible had I not prepared the two girls so well during the past months by insisting upon cleanliness and decency. If they were lewd now, had they not been trained to it? Lying together every morning they had received the most intimate caresses and performed the most suggestive bodily acts-all in the name of moral hygiene. You see how well I have taught them to perform? You may prove all this for yourself, dear Freddie, when next you are our guest. Meantime, now that Jack has arrived safely, we look forward to our visit to you. I confess there is but one thought which delays our departure. We should both feel easier in our minds if you were able to nominate a man of sense and taste who might superintend this establishment during our absence. You have so much more experience in choosing persons of the right calibre for these things-and besides your knowledge of this country is so much more extensive than our own. Do, dearest Freddie, see if you cannot find such a man. In the meantime, Jack and I have gathered together all our correspondence on these matters. As soon as you judge the moment opportune, our friend Professor J- shall have permission to publish it to the world. We suggest, however, that the edition be limited to those who have the sense to comprehend such matters. What a splendid souvenir that book will make of the glorious summer which is now ending. A few weeks more, dear friend, and we shall be reunited with you at the Spaniard's Reach plantation. Until then, the fondest regards come to you from ta chere amie, Dolly.