Julie

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Editor's Note:

The amourous frolics at Madame's led occasionally to some very unexpected complications in the outside world. One newcomer to her establishment, Maude Evrington-who was in the bloom of her seventeenth year-evidently did not care for the somewhat unconventional education she was receiving and wrote to her Mama, who, as will be seen from the following, was thereupon forced to put hasty pen to paper to a newfound lover in the absence of her husband, Arnold.

My Darling Edmond,

Our next rendezvous will, I fear, be delayed. To my great surprise I received this morning from Maude a letter to say that she wishes to return home, and this only two weeks after departing for Madame Lorraine's College for Young Ladies in France! I cannot think what has got into Maude, who writes in the most veiled fashion of “unseemly behaviour” there, which I cannot bring myself to believe. Goodness knows what Arnold will say of this on his return from Birmingham, though as you know he is not due to come back for some three weeks. What is to do? I cannot deny my dear daughter her right to return home, and yet I know that when she does she will be all about me and may even wish in all innocence to accompany me when I most desire to meet you. You may well imagine how fretsome I feel about this-and just at the very moment when we have so much time to indulge our love! I can think of no way out of this contretemps and am quite frantic. Dear heart, do write to me immediately and tell me what you think. I am quite sure that Maude is being merely hysterical, which I believe sometimes happens to girls of her age. I am utterly in despair, my love!

Your Adoring Adelaide

My Beloved Adelaide,

Queen of the boudoir and Queen of my heart! Have faith in your Edmond, for he has a solution to this awful contretemps which will otherwise keep us apart. You remember of course the Fortescues whom we met at the Goodwood Races last summer? You are not closely acquainted with them, my love, but I can assure you that they are a couple utterly sympathetic and helpful in such situations. Indeed, I have taken the liberty of speaking to them already and they are most eager to assist us and in the most tactful manner. Having two young sons of their own, they are used to such “hysterics” as Maude is evidently experiencing and would love to take her in hand for a week or two to calm her down and-as they say-bring roses to her cheeks. This, then, is my plan. You will leave a note for Maude to say that you have been called away to the sickbed of your Aunt Miriam, whom, as you casually mentioned to me once, is quite detested by your daughter. Maude will not wish to follow you there in her present mood. But tell me the date of her arrival and I will arrange all with Frank and Nina Fortescue.

Coincidentally-or so it will seem to Maude-they will arrive to visit you on the evening of her arrival, by which time you will already have departed. Maude cannot help but receive them, whereupon all will be well. The Fortescues will comfort and distract her as only they can, for they have already had a little practise among other friends in dealing with fractious young ladies. What say you, my dove? They have the most charming mansion, and there Maude will be as well seen to as any young lady might be, as well as having the company of young friends about her. You may then come to me as freely as you intended to, while Nina will keep us well informed. Make haste to write to me and say but that you agree. I cannot wait for the postman to arrive!

Your Adoring Edmond

My Dearest, Darling,

What a dither of uncertainty all this has put me in, but I am sure you are right. I confess to a sense of unease at so plotting against my own dear daughter, yet as you say she will be in good hands for a few weeks while I shall be in the arms of my beloved! Maude arrives on Thursday. My note to her, which I shall leave here, is already penned, so you may gauge from that my impatience to come to you. I trust, though, you will not think me utterly wanton in so acting. I know that you have frequently asked me to write to you such naughty things as we have said to one another during the deliriums of our passion, but I could never bring myself to. Do you think me wayward for that? I have learned all from you, I swear. You are the first-the very first-to whom I have lowered my drawers in daylight (oh, I blush to write it!), and you, wicked darling, declaring what a “beautiful muff and lustrous thighs” I have.

There, you see, I am capable of writing such things, though I truly think myself a loose woman in doing so. I know you will say otherwise, and I am hopeful of being very convinced! So do my thoughts run away with me. Is not my bottom too fat? I have gazed at it often enough these past few days-glancing over my shoulder into my mirror-and have thought of you. I blush to think that I have let you do it to me that way, and yet you are so masterful that I positively have no resistance to you. I shall be in your arms, I swear, within an hour of your receiving this.

Your Ever Loving Adelaide

Editor's Note:

Upon receiving this, Edmond wrote the following to the Fortescues and so revealed himself in a light that many will think utterly improper and which would certainly have put Adelaide into quite a tizzy had she known about it. In the light of future events and of her own “education,” perhaps it was better that she did not.

My Dear Nina,

In your husbands temporary absence, I write to you to say that the net is cast and the bait taken, my pet!

Maude-a most curvaceous young creature whom you will adore-waits unknowingly for your visit on Thursday. Her dear Mama will meanwhile be with me and enjoying all the fruits of libertine desire to which she has set herself. I am forever grateful to you for having set her in my sights, for she is as toothsome a female as one could wish to meet and is already learning many of the delights of Priapus which Arnold never appears to have taught her. She has a superb bottom for fucking and has already learned to take my cock well up her there, was fretful at first about it but now enjoys it thoroughly. I shall introduce her into your entourage, my sweet, at the right moment, though she has little idea of that as yet. As to Maude, I have told Adelaide that you intend to put roses into her cheeks, but cautiously omitted to say that they are likely to be her nether ones!

Madam Lorraine's methods are better known to you and I than to the more innocent Adelaide, who well believes that Arnold sent their dear daughter there to improve her French. More likely that she will have learned French kissing! I rely on you entirely to handle the wayward girl as you will and to obviate such prudery as you will undoubtedly find in her. That “gentle firmness” for which you are renowned will surely win the day!

Your admiring and grateful Edmond

My Dear Edmond,

It is not you who should thank me but the other way around! Maude is all that you described and more. What perfectly delightful titties she has-such pumpkins! She was all a-dither, of course, at our arrival, but in the absence of her brothers and sisters was by no means displeased to find herself in our company. A few glasses of some fine port soon persuaded her that with her Mama “gone to her Aunt's,” she would find herself in better company at our house, and so it has turned out. I will not bore you with all the preliminaries. It appears that there are VERY naughty goings-on indeed at the college and that a girl who has not learned how to tongue another pupil's pussy in her first week is considered a failure! Yes, my dear, it is as advanced as that-though I suspect you well knew it. The dear girl was loath to tell me all that she did, but I soon persuaded it out of her while Frank tactfully absented himself.

When she spoke distastefully of French kissing, which she said she refused to try, I pretended amazement. Seated with her on a sofa and with my arm comfortingly about her shoulders, I told her that all the very best people did it nowadays and that it was considered quite the thing. At this, of course, Maude expressed amazement, though at the same time could not bring herself to distrust me, which I much relied upon. Surely I did not do it, she asked. “My little dear, my pet, how else?” I replied artlessly and raised my chin as though to show her. At this she giggled and would have hidden her face.

Thereupon I brought a slight note of reprimand into my voice and said that she would make herself look a proper duff if she complained about something that so many people did nowadays, adding that perhaps it was not done properly at Madam's and that I would show her. Most hesitantly Maude's mouth came to mine. Most impudently I inserted my tongue between her lips (which are as delicious as any you might taste). Her own tongue coiled back. Thereupon I placed one hand on the back of her neck to keep her face in position and murmured to her to touch my tongue with her own. Her hesitancy in doing so was quite sweet. Finally she succumbed and a quite electric thrill shot through me, which I felt certain communicated itself to her. You were quite right, Edmond, in bringing her to me. An older woman can so much more easily seduce a young girl than can most men. By impressing my mouth firmly upon hers I brought her head to sink back, and the kissing and tonguing so became prolonged that I was able to engage my free hand in feeling her titties. At that she rebelled a little but I murmured into her mouth to continue. She wilted and clutched at my shoulders, not knowing what to do. In but seconds I distinctly felt her titties swell to the passing across and beneath them of my hand. Her face grew flushed. I could feel the greater warmth of it beneath my own. As if by accident then I pretended to slip sideways and so bore her with me until her head lay on the seat. In a trice we were newly positioned, I kneeling and Maude with her legs half on the floor. “Oh, what are we doing?” she moaned fitfully. “Something nice. Is it not?” I replied, “but you must give me more of your tongue or you will never learn.” A faint protest was heard, which I ignored. Little by little I persuaded her until both our tongues lapped one another's fully. In the process I began to stealthily unfasten the buttons of her bodice. “What are you doing?” she whined again. I replied that I wished to see her titties and that they felt most beautiful-as indeed they did! More protests! My dear, I could continue this recital all night! My patience, however, was unbounded. How luscious it is to hear the whimpered protests of a young girl whose mouth is so moist against one's own! All her wrigglings were in vain. I exposed the two perfect globes, snow-white and firm as they are, and even while her hands fluttered helplessly brought my lips to suck upon her coral nipples until each stood proud as a thorn of love and moved its rubbery tip with increased yearning to my tongue. Maude then lay still, though breathing fast, her face turned shyly sideways and away from me. I moved my mouth to her face, kissed her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, whispering such words of tenderness into her ear as she might never have heard before. My thumb flicked her rigid nipples while I spoke and then, descending lower, began with some due caution to commence drawing up the hem of her gown. Ah me, she made to start up at that! “Do not!” she moaned. “Why, what a silly you are, I just want to see how warm you are,” I said, though begging the forgiveness of Venus, Goddess of Love, for having to indulge in such nonsensical remarks! In a moment I had found her thighs above her stocking tops-the skin smooth as the finest silk and warm as toast. I essayed a little higher, finding the crotch of her drawers and soothing the cotton against the hidden lips of her pussy. A hissing noise escaped her. Her hips bucked to my touch. I was about to steal my fingers to the bows of her drawers when a slight sound behind me attracted my attention. My impatient husband had entered! Alas, Maude heard him, too, and struggled up, shrieking aloud as both her titties and her thighs were exposed to him. “Oh, my goodness, what a fuss!” laughed I, sprang up and let her go while Frank took a good view of all he saw. A protuberance in his trousers showed immediately!

Her face aflame, Maude raised her bottom to push her skirt down with one hand while endeavouring to conceal her upper beauties with the other. “What merriness! Were you tickling one another?” Frank asked, accustomed as he is to such frivolities, which so often pave the way for more serious things. “Yes, we were, were we not?” I asked Maude gaily. “Has she not pretty legs, Frank?” “Oh!” squealed the little madam at that and knew not how to put herself.

Suave as my dear husband is, he turned away, went to the sideboard and commenced to pour some claret for we three, which interval allowed Maude to repair her modesty and declare in a would be tearful way that she wished to go to bed. “Nonsense!” I told her and made her take her glass from Frank, whose eyes looked so benignly down upon her that she had little cause for alarm. He is as cautious as I in the training of young ladies. In which respect, my dear, how are you progressing with the older one?! Do hasten to write and tell me at least that my poor narrative has caught your interest. I have certain ideas as how best to progress Maude and will tell you all!

Your ever-admiring Nina

My dear Nina,

I have little enough time to reply to your exquisite letter. Dear Adelaide is so enamoured of me that I scarce have a moment to myself. At present she is in the bath and hence I hasten to congratulate you upon the care you are lavishing on young Maude. That you have already sucked upon her nipples and felt her quim through her drawers not only makes me envious but gives my prick a decided tingle, I can tell you! Being more advanced with Adelaide, I accorded her a first lusty fuck this morning (by which, I hasten to say, I mean the first of the day!) and then lay with her in that sweet languor known only to satisfied lovers. My cock dripped sperm on to her thigh even as we kissed in the throbbing aftermath. I caressed her marbled bottom, which is resplendent indeed and would bring Franks cock up quite as hard as the sight of Maude's thighs and titties did! Lying belly to belly as we then were, Adelaide murmured all the affections that she likes to lavish upon me and even cradled my balls in her palm as I bid her to.

How strange it is that a woman may be married for a full eighteen years and know not all the ways of lasciviousness! I tickled her bottomhole, at which she stirred her hips and said that such was an exceedingly naughty thing to do. “I, my love, can think of something even naughtier,” I replied and then teased her for long minutes before I would tell her, despite her beseechings. I rolled her upon her back and made her lie with her thighs wide apart and her sperm-sprinkled bush showing boldly. Even now she is timourous about displaying herself in this way, but I make her do so more and more. “Tell me!” she urged on and on, and I appearing then to hesitate as I laved her mouth with kisses, easing the tip of my forefinger around her clitty as I did so until I felt her belly ripple with renewed pleasure. “How I would adore to watch you being fucked, my love,”

I murmured. At that she clutched my shoulders, stared at me. “My love, my love, how can you say such a thing!” she wailed, “I would never betray you-never, never!” I pretended some confusion then. How artfully we must put on disguises of this sort! I did not mean it, surely I did not, she begged. I sighed, I sucked upon her nipples, made my finger work the faster. “It is for love of you, my pet-to see your wondrous curves, your voluptuous form, your adorable legs, your magnificent bottom all writhing in the ecstasies of desire,” I said. I will not, however, bore you with her protestations. She was in any event, as I could tell by her breathing, “coming on” again. Her legs stiffened, her toes spread down. “I could not, I could not!” moaned she even amid our kisses. My tongue then buttered its obscenities with sweetnesses. I spoke of the joy of watching a manly piston urging its pleasure, and hers, in and out of her cunt, of watching her eyes glaze over when she came (as indeed she was about to do). “Do not make me!” she whined, but then her tongue joined to mine in the onrush of her bliss. The tip of my small finger delicately invaded her bottomhole.

Her hips surged this way, that. Her warm breath flooded my mouth.

“Let me watch you being fucked, my love,” I murmured, though in that moment she was, I believe, too far gone to hear. Her eyes rolled, showing their whites and the fiercest of sprinklings flooded my fingers from her quim. “Ho-ho, do not make me, dearest,” she whimpered, then closed her eyes and, turning, cuddled quite protectively into me while my words of love and desire poured into her ear. She hid her face into my shoulder and would not answer. I leave you, then, upon this note-that tomorrow evening (although little does dear Adelaide know it), I have invited my friend Ralph around. He knows what is to do and is thoroughly eager for the joust. Whether Adelaide will be more quickly brought to the Altar of Venus than her daughter is to be seen. I shall not fail to acquaint you with the consequences, brief as my missive might have to be. Meanwhile I can hardly hold my patience to learn how the younger of the two is progressing!

A kiss upon your adorable quim, my pet.

Edmond

Dearest Edmond,

What are you at with your lady? Oh my goodness, how I long to hear of what next transpires! How utterly amusing that we have both mother and daughter in hand-if I may put it so delicately. There are such possibilities in this as make me quite dizzy with all sorts of wicked thoughts. Now, as to Maude, I had quite an inspiration. It did necessitate an extra bit of naughtiness on my part, as you will see. Having given Maude a first and quite mild little tumble, I gave much thought as to how to progress her, for we did not take her any further on the evening of which I last wrote. As you know, my elder son, Matthew, is now fifteen and sufficiently in his Mamas confidence to do as she bids. I confess that in this case it was more of a request, but one that I knew he could not refuse. I do swear to you, Edmond, that thoughts of embroiling Matthew in any naughty deeds have never entered my mind before, but when I first mentioned the idea to Frank (in bed, of course!) he was much amused and taken with it and advised me solemnly to proceed as I wished.

Thereupon I called Matthew into my bedroom the following morning when I was in some slight state of undress-that is to say I wore my corset- which being black showed nicely against my skin- together with my frilled drawers and stockings. I was thus quite decent, as might be said, though being seated at my dressing table and Matthew standing beside me, he saw rather more of my breasts and thighs than he has hitherto. Indeed, while I kept him waiting for a moment while I brushed my hair, I could not fail to notice in the reflection of my mirror that a certain shape was making itself evident under his front trouser buttons. Not meaning to tease the dear boy overmuch, I parted my legs a trifle, turned about on my stool and took his hand. It felt a little moist. The conversation that then ensued was perhaps not totally proper as between mother and young son, but the manner of my idea enforced it. As I parted my thighs wider (though do remember that I did have my drawers on!), I drew him forward a little so that he stood between my garters, so to speak. At that he grew quite flushed and his protuberance appeared to become more enlarged.

“Matthew, I want you to be a teeny-weeny bit naughty this morning,” I told him, while assuring him immediately that no punishment whatever would fall upon him. He choked a little, gazed down into the valley of my breasts (which my corset only concealed as far as my nipples-and indeed I believe that one actually showed) and said dutifully enough, “Yes, Mama.” It was to play a little game on Maude, I told him. I must tell you, Edmond, that despite all my other darings, I had great difficulty in finding the words to explain what I intended. I referred to his “thing” and caused him to blush. The very mention of it appeared to make it perk up more, so that I really felt for his discomfort, by which-you naughty man-I did not mean that I actually felt it, though confess was a little tempted! He is quite well-armed for his age, though I was not to discover such in that particular moment. He listened to me, I will say, with a charming mixture of awe and admiration, the latter being perhaps occasioned by the fact that my thighs pressed against the outside of his knees and actually caused him to tremble a little. My drawers, being of silk, swathed me quite tightly and there were moments, I fear, when Matthew could not resist glancing down at the crotch of them. “D… d… do you mean it, Mama?” he asked when I finished telling him. “I do, Matthew, and I promise you that neither Papa nor I will admonish you in any way.

Indeed, if you play your part as I wish, I shall award you a very nice kiss. Would you like that?” I asked. His legs quivered and he nodded.

His face appeared too suffused for him to speak. “Would you, Matthew?”

I asked more softly, for the dear boy had taken my quite shocking suggestion so well that it came to me of a sudden that he had much of his Mama's spirit in him. Again he appeared to choke a little.

“Oh yes, Mama, much so,” he replied with a certain eagerness so that I all but rose and donated him a kiss then and there, but on brief reflection decided that he must earn it. You, my dear, are now in utter suspense as to what I was at, I know. Let me tell you then than within half an hour both Maude and Matthew were in the garden-fully within, my sight from the drawing room window as I had told him to be, and lying on the grass together. Evidently he amused Maude, for she giggled and was quite relaxed beside him. I opened the window a trifle and heard her say, “Yes, very well, but I have never played it before.” Thereupon Matthew took out a large handkerchief I had given him and blindfolded Maude and made her lie back with her hand nearest to him open and upraised. Into it-from several objects he had put behind his back-he first placed an apple. Maude, you see, was to guess what she was holding. Yes, Edmond, I swear that you have guessed already! The apple was followed by a carrot, then by a banana-all of which the dear girl naturally identified by fondling and feeling, which was exactly what I wished her to do. Then said Matthew (as I had instructed him), “I shall find something more difficult.” Ordinarily, I have no doubt that he would have had to rub himself first, but such thoughts as I had appeared to put into his mind had ensured that his cock was still well up-a trifle that Maude had not noticed!

Unbuttoning his trousers (though not without a little difficulty), he then took Maude's hand and coiled her fingers around his stiff prick, the which caused her mouth to open wide! “Oh! What is it? It feels so warm,” exclaimed she while naughty Matthew slid it back and forth across her palm, which I certainly had not told him to do, but Nature will have its way-as I trust it has also done by now with dear Adelaide! I called softly to Frank, who was in an adjoining room and already alerted. In a flash I was out into the garden then-an event which caused two things to happen at the sound of my “alarmed” voice. Matthew withdrew his cock guiltily and with a cry as if of despair was up and gone into the shrubbery-again at my earlier behest to him when he was in the bedroom with me! Maude uttered an even louder shriek and tore at her blindfold. By then I was upon her. “Oh, Maude! You naughty, bad girl!” I scolded her and dragged the poor thing up and began hustling her indoors by way of the French windows into the drawing room, where Frank also then appeared as if alarmed, he crying, “What is to do?” Maude-blushing to the roots of her hair-tried to flee, but I held her just as might her own Mama in the circumstances while I “explained” to Frank that I had caught her and Matthew playing a very naughty game. “He will be birched!” said Frank in such a loud voice that I swear if Matthew heard it he must have doubted my assurances. “And this naughty girl, too,” said I, whereat to shrieks from Maude she was half-dragged, half-carried upstairs and put bottom-up across the side of our bed. “No, please!” screeched she, for I had already well described to Frank what I had seen her holding, just in case she was still in doubt of it! All her cries and protests were, of course, ignored. Frank it was who held her over while I took up her skirt to her waist and rapidly dispensed with her drawers. Ah, quelle derriere!

Such a peach! So deeply split and the cheeks so tight and round as an apple! Of course, the dear child was not to be direly punished, though she as novice was ignorant as to that. Indeed, I tried to tell her so while swiftly exchanging places with Frank so that I held her shoulders down and he took out the birch which had been placed ready under the bed. “Oh-ho-ho, I shall die!” cried Maude theatrically in the very moment that Frank raised the birch, she managing to give him a wild and beseeching glance over her shoulder. The bed being a high one, as you know, only her toes touched the floor and hence her bottom was beautifully uplifted and displayed. “Wait, Frank!” I commanded him, for as you will guess all had been well rehearsed. “It is not entirely Maude's fault. Accord her only half a dozen strokes,”

I said, at which he snorted as though receiving a ridiculous request.

“But, but, but, but…” began Maude wildly then, but before she could produce another such sound the bunched twigs swept burningly across her naked orb and caused her to squeal more loudly than she had ever done before, either here or there or elsewhere, so to speak.

“Na-ha-haaar!” came her screech, followed by a series of sobs as her lovely young bottom writhed. What delicious pink streaks the birch first leaves across such pure white half-moons! “Yeeee-eeeek!” squealed Maude as the next one burned her globe, sweeping full across the centre of her cheeks. She bucked and rotated her now pinker bottom madly, while I was forced to press a little harder down between her shoulder blades to prevent her from springing up. Frank's eyes were hot, as well they might have been. In the wild kicking of her stockinged legs I knew full well that her quim showed plain to him- or rather, not so plain, for it is a very pretty and desirable one!

Sweeee-issssssh! Even while Maude was in mid howl, the next one took her a mite below the path of the last and so helped to bring her luscious young bottom to a redder hue. I swear there is no lovelier sound than that of a birch meeting offered bottom cheeks, unless it be the louder splatting of a good wide strap! A girl's first birching is a rare delight to see-and you know, my sweet, that I do not mean that cruelly. One knows that such pain as comes from it is short-lived and that, as little as the “miscreant” first realises it, it causes all the most intimate parts to tingle deliciously. Maude, of course, was far from realising that or even caring about it. Her entire concentration, as I well knew, was centred on the “awful” sensations of fire and stinging in her bottom. As to myself, my cunny was as moist as Frank's big prick was hard and erect under his trousers! “One more only, Frank!” I then interjected. He contrived great astonishment, though knew my plan. “But, my dear!” he protested. “I will have it so, Frank. One more full across her bottom and then leave us be,” I said, though as you well know, Edmond, he and I are utterly accomplices in all, and were so in that moment. “Oh no, please! No, please!” came from Maude but I on her behalf, as it were, knew better. It was, of deliberation on Franks part, a much lighter one than she expected, though even so her bottom waggled none the less. “A salutary lesson, I trust,” said he in a tone that would have convinced anyone of his righteous wrath, and then he took his exit. Are you disappointed, my dear? You thought he would be at her then? Why no, for my plan had its extension still. Gathering Maude up and about so that she was brought to lie-bottom-bouncing-on the bed, I drew full length beside her and cuddled her most tenderly. For a few fretful moments she would have none of it, but my insistence told. I palmed as lightly as I could her hot and throbbing bottom, kissed her lips and murmured words of comfort. Then my master-stroke, if I dare call it such, came. “I d… d… did not m… mean Matthew to put his… to do it,” she blubbered while little pearls of tears coursed down her cheeks.

“You sillikins, that is not why you were put to the birch. You may handle Matthews naughty thing if you want to-or another's if you will-but you must not then pretend to me that you dislike it, don't you see?” “Oh, but…!” Maude began wildly, twisting about in my arms. “No buts, my pet. It is a young lady's prerogative to enjoy the cock. Let us make no bones about it. If you say you did not know what it was at the very first and slightest touch, who is to believe you?” At that, there was a gulp from Maude. Her flushed face pressed itself between my breasts. My palm continued to soothe her bottom still. Now and again I reached my fingertips slyly beneath her glowing orb to touch the lips of her cunny, which of course were pleasantly moist. “Besides,” I whispered before she could gather any more thoughts, “the sting of the birch is not so bad as you make out.

It leaves a pleasant glow in aftermath-even, I would say, a longing.

Is it not nice and comforting to press your bottom into my palm now?

Come, let us have no more dissimulation, Miss.” “Yes, but…” she began. In such circumstances a girl knows not really what to say.

“There, there,” I comforted and covered her mouth with my own.

Her drawers being off, I made bold to insinuate my hand up the fronts of her thighs to her honeypot and there began to tickle her lightly.

“Oh!” she uttered, but such a small and beautiful moan it was, her head sinking back on the pillow and her mouth soft as a peach.

“Part your legs more, darling,” I husked into her mouth. This time I had no difficulty in finding her tongue. My hand ran all about her thighs and then returned to her bush. Her erect bud tingled to my questing fingertip. “How lovely it is to hold a stiff cock, is it not?” I whispered. “Huh?” she replied dreamily, but I knew my words well taken. “It throbbed in your hand, did it not? Throbbed like a bird, eager to invade your nest?” “Hooooo!” Maude quivered. I felt her legs stiffen and her belly shimmer. “Come, darling, come-come as you will over their cocks,” I whispered. Her eyes rolled. “Say that you want to be fucked, Maude. Come, say it. In this moment!” “Haaaaaar! Hoooo! Yessssss!” she moaned brokenly.

“Their cocks will soon be up you, my love.” The words broke from me with tender passion. Did she hear? It mattered not. Her hips worked as she came, her eyes half-blinded with desire. Twice, thrice and four times she spilled before her face flopped sideways away from me and she lay still, pulsing gently as I kissed her cheek. In a moment she dozed. I got up and left her quietly. Are you pleased or impatient with my mode of progressing her, I wonder? Patience tells, my dear, in such cases. With Adelaide it is another matter. She is mature, full-bodied and-I have little doubt-waits but for an even more complete awakening than even you have been able to afford her, by which I mean two stiff cocks in succession, which I trust she by now has had! As to Matthew (for I read your thoughts well), I made immediately to his room and found him there, as I expected, though not in the state that I expected! Upon his bed he lay, trousers to his ankles and staring at the ceiling as he fisted his erection. At my opening of the door he made to start up, but such was my speed that I was beside him in a moment, seating myself at his hip upon the bed.

Alas, dear Edmond, I could not resist what I did. “Mama will give you your kiss now,” I declared softly and-bending my face to his-reached back and clasped the fervent member that his own hand had guiltily deserted. A moan escaped him. In quite demented fashion his young lips drew upon my own even as I urged my fingers up and down his straining tool-a goodly six inches or so thereof, I would say. His cock throbbed madly in my grasp. “Do not come too soon, Matthew,”

I murmured. His hips jerked as he strove to rub more of it in the warm clasp of my palm. “Mama, let me!” he sobbed. Blindly enough his hand sought the hem of my skirt and raised it. My knee and then my thigh was exposed to him. His fingers thrilled around my garter and then sought the firm flesh above.- “Oh, darling!” I choked. I could not help myself! With some desperation, which I did not attempt to hinder, his fingers urged beneath the elastic of the leg of my drawers and, expanding it, crept upwards. I raised myself a little to assist his naughty endeavour. The warm mound of my cunny came to the first groping touch of his fingertips. “Ma-ma-ma-ma!” I heard him moan and then, pulsing vigourously, his stiff cock ejected its fierce jets of sperm into my hand, over my wrist, and dripped down on to his shirt. I frigged him more gently then and felt with an insensate thrill his forefinger oozing between my cuntlips, which, however, were too compressed by my posture for him to venture more than an inch within. It was enough! Delicious quivers coursed through my body. In but seconds my drawers and his finger were almost as soaked as was my own yearning hand. Then a glazed look came over his eyes. He shuddered, pulsed out a final jet and then slumped back, his face as soft as an angel's, his eyes half-closed in that dreamy ecstasy that comes to all. Perhaps only then did I become fully conscious of what I had done. My fingers lingered lovingly on his diminishing tool and then slipped away as a movement of my hips forced his hand from within my drawers. “Sleep now,” I murmured. I Could find nothing else to say! I retreated on tiptoe, I swear! My mind was in a whirl-believe me. I had reached the furthest bounds of wantonness-or is it such? I who have had so many voluptuous adventures knew not what to think and fretted whether I should confide in Frank as to my naughty deed. In the event I could not help but tell him all that had occurred. He listened with the greatest fascination to Maude's surrender, which I detailed lovingly to him. When I then came to the episode with Matthew, I looked-as indeed Frank said-a little coy.

Should I beg his forgiveness? Would he admonish me? To the contrary, he smiled quite benignly on his wanton wife. “He has to learn, my pet, and in what better hands than yours?” he said. I threw my arms around him in relief. His trousers were as soon down as my skirt was up!

Now tell me your news-for I have told you all mine.

Your very wicked Nina