Julie

12

Editor's Note:

Caroline's reply to this was rendered almost immediately, intrigued as she no doubt was by the rather mysterious ending to Julie's letter. We therefore come to it immediately in order to proceed to the promised sequel from St. Germain-en-Laye.

Dearest darling Julie,

Oh, how you left me nail-biting at wondering what the purpose of your conversation was with Jeannette! You naughty thing to leave me so much in the air!

Did you slip back again into bed with Dorothy upon concluding your last? “Miaow!” I hear you say, but for all I know the dear child has already been sufficiently well schooled to allow her return to the parental mansion- and what there? Oh, that I could be your Chief Assistant and know all-but perhaps that would rob your news of much of its dear charm and teasing. Anyway, to my own affairs here and those of Alison, about which you asked. How was I best to manage that?

Of course, I asked Sylvia, but she had not heard much from her friend, being embroiled in her own pleasures and so not seeking to be too enquiring. “I thought her dull,” she said disturbingly, “for she did not look herself. I have a birthday present for her, in fact, but have not time to take it.” Of course, I seized upon the opportunity and offered to present it to the young lady, nor I did not wish to appear otherwise intrusive, so to speak. Two days later I duly presented myself. Horace was fortunately gone about some business or other. His wife looked broody and I had little doubt of the reason for it, though as I later gathered she had resigned herself to his newfound foibles and Alison believes that she occasionally listens at the door when Alison is at the receiving end of Horace's big cock! Oh my goodness, what naughty things I always find myself writing to you!

Alison indeed appeared a little in the doldrums. Upon receiving Sylvia's present from my hands (and I giving her a flask of perfume, too), she brightened up. Sylvia had sent her an engaging and very frilly waist corset, perhaps as a signal of her own mode of dressing occasionally when she is being “attended to.” “You must try it on,” I said, “for you will look delicious in it.” As with all of us, she could not resist doing that and was soon to be seen, by me and in the privacy of her little boudoir, attired in the fetching garment, which of course leaves her bottom bared, the black lace hovering prettily above her cleft. “You see, it fits you perfectly,” said I, wishing to cheer her up. Attired otherwise only in her stockings and shoes, Alison pirouetted moodily before her mirror, which brought my hand inevitably to venture to taste the marbled contours of her most enticing bottom. “Oh, he will like it. If I wear it tonight I expect I shall get a double,” she replied in a sulky tone, though not moving her warm cheeks overmuch from my seeking palm. “A double? What is that?” I asked innocently, then put my hand to my mouth and laughed, for I saw the light. “You mean, he does it to you front and back?” I asked, at which she sighed and leaned against me, regarding her reflection with not too much misery. As I spoke, I playfully flipped up the fringe of lace in front and cupped her plump quim while my free hand continued to cup such as it could contain of her refulgent nether cheeks. “Yes, he does,” she said and stirred restlessly as my forefinger quested for her spot. “Do you not like it so?” I asked. Her shoulders slumped against my own, her face half-turned to me. I kissed her cheek and wormed my finger in her slit, making her wriggle. “He is too quick, and besides, I do not love him. If he puts it in my pussy first and comes, I do not always have a chance to do so and it frets at me,” she replied. Her voice began to slur and I knew I was exciting her. “Lie down and tell me,” I suggested, at which, with slow movements of our bodies, we sank together on her bed, her stockinged leg against my own. I need not, however, detail all our conversation. She murmured and muttered against my mouth while I made her come-and so abundantly that I knew her to be speaking the truth about her guardian. This, I know, will cause you to frown, for a girl must have her pleasure at all times, and indeed I have often heard you say that, to this end, males must be used by us. How true! Besides, Alison was in a romantic mood, and how better to be so than with another female and our tongues all licking about each others. “You are very hot for it,” I said and added, of course, “As I am, too.” “I know. Sylvia's Papa has also fucked me,” she said dreamily, which did not surprise me at all, for she is full of body and with such voluptuous curves for her age. Her well-furred cunny is a perfect purse of love, as well you know. You were wise to put her up to them as abruptly as you did, for she soon enough got the feeling of urging pricks. Having mollified her several times between her thighs, I disrobed, pushed back her legs and began to tongue her. Such a salty, musky taste she has as if of a girl perpetually on heat! She bucked and clamped my body with her legs to urge me on. In coming and spurting over my lapping tongue, she all but whinnied out her pleasure and ground her quim against my mouth. Very salty were our kisses afterwards! “You should have a younger man-one more understanding, and even more vigourous,” I said. To this she replied that she knew such a one, or one who might be, but that Horace did not let her venture near him. He evidently wishes to keep his harem of one intact! “Stuff and nonsense! Shall you be kept a prisoner? It cannot be so and shall not be, for I will speak to him,”

I told her. Of course she implored me not to. I nibbled at her stiff nipples, kissed and caressed her everywhere. She was soon in a different mood and became once more quite languorous, asking me how I would do such a thing. “Why, as to that I shall simply say that we are going out. I am your chaperone, am I not, if I so choose to be?

His lady will not obstruct you, that I know. She has good reason not to,” I replied. “Yes, that is true,” Alison said thoughtfully and took on a much merrier expression. I then learned all from her that I needed to know about the young gentleman in question. They had conversed briefly several times, though always in company. His eyes have yearned for her, she said. I did not disabuse her on that score, for it would have been unkind to do so. Stars were in her eyes when she spoke of him, but there are many such in the heavens that can take up similar positions in a girl's dreams, as we do know! Bruce, as her intended paramour is called, is but twenty-a callow youth! Where to arrange a rendezvous was at first a problem, but a discreet message being sent to him, I arranged to take a room at a hotel in the nearest town and there we met on the following Friday, I being introduced as a cousin of Alison's and going not unremarked in his eyes, as I could tell, as being no less attractive than she, as well as possessing a certain comforting maturity in my presence since I do look older than I am. We lunched and spoke of many ordinary things, I acting perfectly the part of chaperone! Not too much time was wasted, though, for as soon as coffee had been served at the table, I invited both up to take liqueurs in my room. Patently, Alison did not want me present during the opening of her “romance,” but as all the circumstances indicated, it had to be so. Besides, the young man was ripe to be teased. Alison soon saw the spirit into which I entered into things and no doubt advised herself quickly enough that other such opportunities might arise under my “patronage.” “I shall make myself comfortable. Alison, will you not also do so?” I hinted broadly. The bed was commodious (I had insisted on seeing several rooms first before I had reserved it, having learned all about “preparations” from yourself) and the room was large enough to move around within in comfort. Being perched tentatively on the bed, Alison waited on my move which- when it came-surprised her, for I suggested gently to Bruce that he might seat himself with her while I, opening one door of the wardrobe, made as seemingly best as I could to so conceal myself while I removed my gown and sought a peignoir-sticking my knickered bottom into view as I did so! “Oh, we can see you, Caroline!” said Alison. I indeed hope they could-or rather that the young man could for I made a pleasant enough display of my bottom and my thighs above my garters! “Be comfortable, too, my pet, for we may pass a pleasant hour or two together, if you will,” I replied.

My goodness, what a blatant invitation-but why not? I had the devil in me and knew no other way. Besides, I knew enough of Alison to know that, once teased up, she would be comforted enough. Turning from my attentions to myself and attired in exactly the same type of corselette as she so that my breasts showed underneath my peignoir, I turned back to the bed and raised my eyebrows to find her still fully dressed. “Are you not too warm?” I asked, casting my eyes (and all else) on Bruce, who could not take his eyes from me. Without further ado, I flung myself down upon the bed and let my robe hang open, thus to show my titties to them both. “Take your dress off, dear, and Bruce will pour the wine,” I said, and closed my eyes as if to go to sleep! I remember that as a little trick of yours in such circumstances, and how well it works when the others feel themselves not too much observed! I heard Bruce move and pour. The rustling of Alison's clothes sounded, but I did not peep for I felt sure she was observing me. I waited a moment and then reached one hand up in her direction. Her fingertips touched mine and then her palm. Our hands clasped. A rather foolish titter escaped her as she fell beside me on the bed, but at least I felt her knickers next to mine! From the emerging warmth on the other side of me, I guessed that Bruce was standing by the bed, and perhaps in a little awe of the voluptuous spectacle we two presented. Alison's palm was a little moist in her excitement. “Give it to me,” I murmured, as if meaning the wine.

I moved my free hand slowly up, encountered trousered legs and then settled upon a vibrant rod that stuck up underneath the cloth. Bruce gasped and made to jerk away-the silly boy! “I said, give it to me,” I repeated and curled one finger under the small flap where the buttons were. “The… the wine!” he stammered. “Put it down, you fool!” I told him, then opened my eyes, sat up and unfastened his front flap so quickly that I am sure he did not know where he was, for in a trice I had a fair and seemly prick upstanding in my grasp, while he, the dolt, stood with a brimming glass in either hand. “Darling, take the glasses from him,” I said over my shoulder to Alison, who of course then lay a little behind me. She could no more show rebellion than he, and probably did not want to by then. Off the bed she slipped, walked round it and did as she was bid. His cock meanwhile throbbed merrily in my palm. “Do you not like this, Bruce?” I teased him. Oh, his face was flame red! “Yes, ma'am-that is to say…

“he stuttered, whereat I believe that Alison as well as I must have seen his poor worth as a suitor for her. Not that it mattered for almost at first sight of him I had intended him not to be! He was patently too young and inexperienced, though I determined to assist him in making up for the latter. “Undress, Bruce. We will take our drawers off,” I said, most unromantically and abruptly. Alison being stood all awry, I beckoned her quite imperiously to come down beside me again, but as she did so I turned myself completely around upon the bed and placed my feet up on a pillow. Alison, being then on her knees on the bed, hesitated. I did not look at Bruce, but heard him scuffling off his clothes. “Put your knees on either side of my head, dear, and face my feet,” I told her. She hesitated, stared down at me, and I knew her then for one of those young women who must be made to do all-as you, dear Julie, knew from the beginning with her.

Such creatures can be delightfully sensuous once they have got started-once, as it were, the button has been pressed. I reached out, grasped one leg of her drawers and all but pulled her over me so that her bottom hovered above my head and her knees made deep indents in the quilt. Turning my head and gazing beyond one fulsome thigh of hers, I saw that Bruce was at the ready, naked and with his prong well up. His balls looked full enough, I thought. “Get up behind her, Bruce, pull down her drawers and get your cock up to her bottom,” said I. Full knowing that Alison would utter some exclamation at this, I put my hand up to her chin and drew her full down over me so that her nose was forced to brush my pubic mound through my own nether garment.

“Ruffle mine down, darling,” I murmured and lifted my hips to assist in the enterprise. By then Bruce had mounted to her rear and her drawers slid down in concert with my own. Thereupon I raised my thighs and clamped them on either side of her head, so bringing her mouth down full upon my quim. “Glooooo!” choked Alison, but a cry of such surprise did not last for long since I licked my tongue up to her furry slit and parted its petals teasingly. This causing her to repeat the salute between my own legs (for she is soon enough brought on, as you too noticed), I reached back blindly with my hands and, passing them up the backs of her thighs, parted the plump cheeks of her bottom. Bruce-who had never perhaps thought to thread a girl by this route-even so did not tarry. His knob was presented, as I could just see by a movement of his prick. A snuffling sound came from Alison, whose breathing warmed my cunny nicely while her tongue worked in. She clasped my thighs and I knew him to have entered. New as it might have been for Bruce, it was not for her. A little jerk of her hips and he was well lodged. I knew it by his heavy breathing. Indeed, he groaned and I saw no good reason why he should not! “Be slow to your task, my boy, and you may have mine too,” I uttered in a very muffled voice. A little “Ah!” came from Alison. Her tongue worked the further in my honeypot. Her hips jiggled and then pressed back, his rude entry causing her quim to tighten a little, I licked around her perky spot and heard her moan. Her quimhairs brushed my nose and all was in a lovely trance! Bruce panted overmuch, though, working back and forth.

“Slow!” I gurgled to him as commandingly as my position allowed. I caressed Alison's smooth belly and felt it quiver. She was already coming on! Her tongue slurped all around and within my slit, I bumping my bottom vigourously to encourage her salute. Spattering my lips and nose then, she came, and I creaming her tongue in turn. “Pmfff!” sounded from Bruce, for in her urgency her bottom was smacking into his belly hard. She is too urgent, Julie; I will have to monitor her more. No wonder her partners come before she satisfies herself! I did not interfere-was far too gone to do so! Unaccustomed as he doubtless was to such lewd advances, Bruce expelled his sperm and gasped and “Ooooh'd” a great deal while doing so. I fancy he might have only used his hand before this! “Haaaar!” sobbed Alison against my well-oiled cunny. Only my tongue, I am proud to say, then brought her on again and made her honey spray around my chin until her thighs quite burned against my ears with all her urgent pressing. We quivered and were still, all three of us. Then Bruce withdrew his cock and-ugh!-spattered my forehead with his lingering pearls. Alison flopped sideways and lay quiet. Bruce slithered backwards off the bed and began to don his shirt, would you believe? “Where are you going, my lad? You have not done with us yet,” I said. “Mama requires me at the house this afternoon,” he mumbled and was faster into his trousers than are most men out of them! “Oh, he has used me!”

Alison wailed. “Stuff and nonsense, dear, it is you who have used him, and rightly so. Go! Hurry on your way and back to your Mama,” I told him curtly. Perhaps the poor thing was scared at what he had done. Do you think so? Young men are not all given to such adventures.

He went out looking most untidy, pausing at the door and really not a word to say. Quite properly, Alison ignored him, drawing up her knees.

She had little to fret about, having been well attended to, as I told her afterwards. “G… g… good day,” Bruce finally uttered, and in the jerky manner of a marionette was gone. Pah! What a poor performance! I am minded to wonder if there should not be a training place for callow youths, as well as for young girls, Julie. However, I think you would be too tempted to taste all the goods and so weaken them for weeks! Were I to have a son of his age, I believe I would be minded to train him myself. Well-there's a naughty thought, but what is life if one cannot at least be full of them? In any case, Alison was not half so put out as she put on to be, and was soon mollified by my later comforting. Indeed, we lay abed a whole two hours, finished two bottles of wine and felt quite gay. “Shall you let Horace do it to you tonight?” I asked her, after we had much discussed the ways of men and how best they can be used to our advantage. “Oh, I 'spect so,” she said moodily, but could not hide a grin. She is well enough looked after in material aspects, so he has kept that part of his bargain, too, for as transpired she has threatened to write and tell you if he does not. What a minx she is at heart! I advised her to continue in his company while I myself would afford her the occasional freedoms she required. As to romance, I told her that she would get enough of that in future years, which pacified and pleased her much. “I like men's cocks,” she confessed boldly, “but I prefer kissing you; it is much nicer than with men and, besides, I like your titties rubbing over mine.” So there is wisdom in her yet! Such is my news of Alison, though a trifle mundane and even a little pedestrian, you may think. You might yourself have acted in a different way, but opportunities are not always so abundant here. Dick was much amused by my recital of events and agreed with me as to my views on Alison, saying that she was a little indolent but very sensuous and that he had put her up himself several times with such fretting murmurs on her part that he knew she really wanted it. “She has a lovely bum,” he said reflectively, “there is no doubt of it,” and looked most philosophic on that score!

I ventured to ask him how and when he had possessed her, after leaving you. He had the grace to flush and said that, as to that, on disembarking here all four had put up at an inn. By then the two girls had become more coy, and uncertain in their attitudes. The girls were to sleep together, and the men apart. Finally, and in order to break the ice, I suppose, Horace gruffly announced in the dining room that he would escort Sylvia to her room. The pair not re-appearing, Dick then took Alison up and entertained in the other bedroom both her bottom and her cunny. So there, my dear, we have perhaps the reason for Sylvia's grumpiness and how she got herself tied up in a knot. Who knows! In any event all has proved well. I am sure that Sylvia has a lingering “spite” to Alison about it and, cogitating on this, thought it a fine time to bring them back together again. This I have done, my sweet, but will apprise you of it in my next. Do tell, do tell, about Jeannette!

Love, love and kisses Caroline