Julie

5

Editors Note:

Intriguing as is the narrative formed by these last letters, we must leave the correspondents for a moment to return in spirit at least to St. Germain-en-Laye where Madame evidently received an unexpected visitor, as she here recounts.

My dear Henri,

Another incident which I know will amuse both you and Antoinette muchly! I look forward so much, by the way, to the return of your dear wife from Lyons. You must tell her that I expect to hear from her immediately she is back, for I am most desirous of encountering your young niece whom she promised to bring here-but for the nonce here is my own intelligence. There is-or rather I should say, was-here a most attractive young thing, Maude by name, at whom alas you have never had a chance to peep, for she departed of a sudden three days ago, announcing pertly enough that she was returning to her Mama and that she would tell her all manner of “naughty” things that pass here. This news from her lips I took blandly enough. I have nothing to fear from the Mamas of these young things, for I take no well-bred lady to be so absolutely folle as not to know the main purpose of their education here. And as to Papas, I have no need to tell you anything! One such arrived here but two days ago and thus missed his errant, wilful offspring-yes, Maude herself-by scarce twenty hours. At this news his face fell, for in truth-as I gathered-he was supposed to be about his business in Birmingham or some such ridiculous place. Indeed, it took him some time to absorb the fact that Maude had left our shores and I was put to proving it to him by conducting him around the establishment, even to showing him her empty bed, at which he gazed most mournfully! “Did you then wish to see her with a special purpose?” I asked idly enough. Thereat he cleared his throat and looked around my study in vain hope that one of the young girls he evidently fancied here might appear. He stammered and stumbled quite a lot at my question, finally asking how her education was proceeding. Faced with such a question, I realized caution must reign, for I have known other girls do as Maude has done and then return a day or two later, quite shamefaced, and having enjoyed themselves in Paris-or merely lurked there moodily before deciding to return to their delightful fate. On quick reflection, however, I decided to acquaint Maude's Papa, whose name is Arnold, with the truth of the matter. At this he blenched and then went pink. “To, to tell her Mama?” he echoed, for I admit to having told him this in a sense of mischief. “Indeed, yes,” I teased, but then as soon enough put his mind to rest by telling him that his good wife could soon enough be convinced that Maude was exaggerating.

“You will write to her?” he asked anxiously. “Should the need arise, but I have never known it to, Monsieur,” I replied, at which he seemed much more comforted. He hesitated. He cleared his throat several times. He was evidently seized with an anxiety that I might then indicate the interview to be concluded. I had not the heart to do so, of course. He had journeyed for a purpose, and there was one other at least who would most benefit from it. I refer, my dear Henri, to Sylvia who you will recall has been so deliciously stirred by recent events here that she has been looking forward in the naughtiest possible manner to a visit from her uncle. He, by then, would have been discreetly introduced to his future pleasures with her were it not that his wife had decided to accompany him from England. I blame her not for keeping a watchful eye on him, though had he been but more adventurous then he could have brought her along as well. A pretty enough little orgy would then have ensued, I swear-or if I do not swear, then at the least I like to think that it might have done!

I dispensed wine to a calmer but still frustrated Arnold, who gave every appearance of being sufficiently manly to accommodate dear little Sylvia. “It is a pity, of course, that dear Maude was not here longer; there was no time at all to induct her in the major pleasures of life let alone the minor ones. She received but one birching, though was wilful and kicked overmuch. I would have wished to progress her as I have others. Sylvia, for instance.” I admit to letting my voice trail off mysteriously at this point. “Sylvia?” he exclaimed.

“You know her? Or perhaps Maude has written to you of her?” I riposted. His sudden exclamation, however, was occasioned merely by my mentioning what evidently struck him as a promising name. “Sadly, no,” he replied and gave me such a look as a spaniel might in seeking to be thrown another biscuit. “There is no harm to it if I introduce you, Monsieur,” I said and then conveyed to him in the most oblique manner Sylvia's disappointment at the failure of her uncle to appear. At this he brightened considerably, while, as for myself, a rather fetching idea had come to me so that to his vague surprise I clapped my hands. “Shall we play a little game on her, Monsieur? I feel for her disappointment as you no doubt do yourself. Promise that if I bring her in you will not utter a word but merely obey such invitations as I might offer to you?” “By Jove, yes!” he replied, as if the utterance of the name of a Greek god placed a benediction on the matter! I smiled at him winningly and rose. The opportunity was too good to miss, Henri. Would you not agree? Of course you would!

Cautioning him once again, I left him with the hint that he might meanwhile remove his jacket, and sought out Sylvia. Putting on such a straight face as I could, I then informed her that she had a surprise visitor in the shape of a man. “And a very eager one,” I added. “Oh!

My uncle! He has come?” she replied eagerly, but I-not wishing to be caught out in a fib-merely placed my finger to my lips as though to caution tact. “Not having saddled you before, my pet, he is a little shy at the prospect-at first, that is-of meeting your eyes while he unveils his weapon for your pleasure. Be not too hard on him for this. It is in many senses a compliment to your winsome ways,” I told her glibly while she, all in a wonder and a-tremble, waited. “The sheer delight of finding his cock up your succulent cunny will soon cure him of his shyness, Sylvia, but for the nonce I shall lead you to him blindfolded. We shall play some pretty tricks together and then-presenting your bottom to him just as you saw Blanche do the other day-you will receive his benediction in the form of a very manly prick. Well?” “Oh, Madam, yes!” She knew not whether to cry or to laugh with tremulous excitement. “Come, then,” I urged and took her along to my study, having obtained a piece of black velvet cloth with which to bind her eyes. With Sylvia thus blinded and groping around a little in her nervousness, I led her in to Maude's Papa, who had already taken the unseemly step, I noticed, of unbuttoning the top of his trousers. Our eyes met over Sylvia's shoulders as I held her steady. His own burned into mine in hope. My own responded in good measure. “Here is your sweet charmer, Monsieur. I have explained the circumstance to her and all is well. Once you have both worked yourselves up to pleasure, there will be no need for dissimulation.

You have dreamed long, I know, of the thighs, titties, cunny and bottom that are about to be unveiled to you. Sylvia in turn has had so many girlish fancies for the feel of your cock that she will more than warmly offer up both her cunny and her bottomhole to you-will you not, darling?” I asked Sylvia softly. Her reply was merely gurgled, for at that moment I, moving beside her, raised her chin and brought her sweet mouth up to mine while at the same time I fumbled up her skirt as slowly as I could, bringing first her rounded knees and then the pale splendour of her thighs into view, the lustrous, smooth skin contrasting brilliantly with the black silk of her stockings. “Come, Sylvia, let him see your treasure pot,” I murmured against her mouth.

Less bold now than she had been with me in private, her hands trembled as she assisted the raising of her skirt to her hips and then with rather pretty hesitancy began to push her frilly drawers down beyond the slight curve of her white belly until the curls of her pussy came to view. Monsieur, of course, grew more bold himself at that and immediately unbuttoned himself further in anticipation of the delicious act and produced an extremely virile-looking prick, whose rubicund head gleamed in the afternoon sunlight that fell in shafts through the window. To his surprise I then motioned him to step much further back, for I wished to whisper to Sylvia. Bringing my lips to her ear, I murmured, “He wishes you to act as might a naughty girl who does not want to let him do it to you. Shall we play a game? I shall tie your wrists behind your back?” There was but a moment's hesitancy, but then Sylvia nodded. Prepared as I am for all contingencies, I left her standing like the minx she is, procured a piece of cord from a drawer in my desk and bound her wrists in front of her. You will see in a moment why I did not tie them behind her back, dear Henri. Then, as any recalcitrant young Miss might be taken, I led her to my desk and bade her bend over it. Hobbled as Sylvia was by her drooping drawers, I bent and drew them off her ankles-all this to the great pleasure of Monsieur, who was clearly on tiptoe to begin and whose cock waggled enormously. “Now, Monsieur, you will see how one deals with naughty girls who will not make an offering, as I call it-that is, to show their bare bottoms.” At this, dear Sylvia-who had had long seconds to think about the matter-took her cue and cried out, “No, I do not wish him to! It will be naughty-no!” I, standing by her side, tucked up her skirt waist-high and afforded her naked derriere such a smack as I knew she would respond to gallantly.

Indeed, she did! A little squeal escaped her, her hips wriggled and her feet shuffled apart the better to display the soft pouch of her quim. “It is time, my pet, that you were put to the cock. How old are you? Eighteen! My goodness, you are a year or two late already,” I apprised her all in the spirit of our private game. “What naughty words you use! How horrid you are! Oh, Mama!” sobbed Sylvia most realistically. Indeed, she will make an adorable little actress in the private plays we intend to put on at your house sometime, Henri!

Arnold by then had begun to edge forward, but I motioned him to stop.

''Patience, my friend, I must warm her bottom well first for what it is to receive,” said I, giving him thereby the best hint that I could of the route he was to take. With that I afforded Sylvia another sharp smack, and another. She screeched out thinly while Arnold's eyes positively glowed at the sight of the imprints left by my splayed fingers on her luscious young derriere-pink to white-strawberries and cream! “No, please, I don't want to! You mustn't let him! I shall tell Mama!” sobbed Sylvia, though not a tear would have glinted in her eyes. “You will not,” I responded for the benefit of Arnold, “And the reason you will not, my little dear, is that you are about to surprise yourself by enjoying what you receive-to wit, the manly cock and sperm. His balls are swollen for you now-or shall you have another smack…like this, like this, like this?” “Hoo-hooo!” responded Sylvia to every one, though I knew her in her heart (and not to say her bottom as well!) to be enjoying it. Treading softly across to her waiting stallion, I then took hold of his upstanding prick and murmured softly to him, “This, Monsieur, is how you must handle Maude-wrists bound, and smacked to warm her to the task. Be not afeared, she will say nothing once she has received your sperm.”

“By… by… Jove!” he stammered, I easing him forward all the time until his erection poised itself just above the swell of Sylvia's bottom. Unable to resist, he gave a little jerk, which brought the engorged crest in contact with her silky skin. “Oh no! Oh, Mama, oh! Oh, save me, oh!” squealed Sylvia in such a soft, low tone as I have taught her to! Alas, so realistic was her cry that Arnold made to take a step back. “Put it in, you fool!” I hissed at him, “and I will hold her cheeks open.” “NEEE-OH!” came from Sylvia at that while I, good as my word, leaned a little upon her and-facing Arnold as I was-prised apart her springy nether cheeks to expose the rose of his desiring. He gritted his teeth. He seemed not to know whether to or not. Fearful then that he might utter something to betray him to Sylvia, I took his stiff penis in hand myself and pressed the bulb up to her hole. At that, his eyes rolled and he seized her hips.

“No-no-no!” Sylvia mewed and wriggled her derriere so artfully that with some pressure from his manly loins the plum was entered slowly and sank up until she had a full three inches of his cock.

“Aaargh!” he groaned. “Hooo!” came from Sylvia, though had he but recognised the fact, it was a cry of pleasure. His nostrils flared.

His knees flexed slightly. He was now as a man prepared to do his duty and so gripped her hips tightly. “Doh-doh-don't!” Sylvia moaned all the while pushing her bottom into him so that to a fevered cry from both his cork was entered full up into her bottom. “You have her now. She will moan but she will quieten. Hold it in and let her feel the throb of it,” said I. Even as I spoke I dropped one hand between Sylvia's stockinged thighs and the edge of the desk and slyly guided her fingers to her cunny. The darling understood, of course, in a trice, and with eyes half closing began to tickle her spot, as I had intended her to do. Her whimpers died, rose, and died again, I giving Monsieur a little nod as if of satisfaction that he should have accomplished his entry so smoothly. Sylvia's warm tight bottom was now balled close into his belly. His balls hung beneath her quim.

Both trembled delicately and waited as if upon my signal. I intended not to hasten matters, though. In such times one must ever be a connoisseur! Maude-I knew- would be much louder in her reaction to such a joyous assault, but I could offer no help for that save to pray for the true deliverance of Arnold's offerings in one or both of her apertures henceforth. At least he had my guidance as to how to prepare her! “Ooooh-wooo!” Sylvia uttered softly then as, with my nod of seeming permission, the fleshy cork was withdrawn some seven inches or so and then majestically re-entered, causing her nether cheeks to slap ardently into his belly. “Be good with her, Monsieur, and plough her slowly-the little darling deserves it, does she not?” “Yes!” he gritted, but so profound were Sylvia's sensations that she probably heard him cry out and so continued to believe that her uncle was pleasuring her. Casting my glance sideways, I saw the forefinger of her right hand moving ever faster about her button. “Deep, powerful strokes,” I murmured to Monsieur, “you see how quickly she is beginning to enjoy-how smoothly such rebellions are quelled?” He gulped and choked. His eyes rolled. Sylvia's nether hole gripped him tightly as did its inner, silky sleeve. Her bottom rolled a little, inviting his pokes. Thereat he began to move his powerful loins more steadily. The cork went in-the cork came out! Ripples of out-breathing pleasure came from Sylvia's throat. Her face lay sideways on my polished desk. Her eyes were glazed. “She wishes you, Monsieur, to go faster! Pump her well,” I whispered. “Mmmmm!” Sylvia hummed. The intrusion of a stiff cock in between her springy cheeks was evidently fulfilling all her dreams of such. She began in fact to move her hips in opposite motion to his own, thereby serving the rising of their pleasure well, for as her bottom retracted from him so his knob all but emerged and allowed him a complete re-entry once more which caused waves of pleasure to shimmer down her back, as she afterwards confessed to me. “Good girl, good girl, how well you take the cock,” I murmured to her, stroked her hair and felt beneath to fondle both her tits, whose nipples were as sharp as thorns.

Slap-smack her bottom met his belly then, both moaning, hissing through their nostrils. Pure delight! “Empty your balls! Come now in her,” I urged, “she has long waited for this moment as you, too, have. Thrust deep in-let her feel it all!” “Gooo-hooo!” then broke from Sylvia, and from him a groan. A small portion of his thick cock being then protruding, I felt for it and felt the vein pulse madly. “I am, I am, I am c… c… coming… up… up… up her darling bottom, oh!” he husked and balled her bottom into him.

“Mooo-ooooh! Oh, yes, I can f… f… feel it!” exulted Sylvia.

Her bottom rotated to him, flesh to flesh. How I envy sometimes, dear Henri, certain advantages in being a male! Sylvia's bottomhole would be clenching him even tighter, I knew, as she received the throbbings and gushings of his spermatic offering. The pleasures that I had but described to her and in which she had watched Blanche indulging were now her own. Insofar as I could glimpse them, the inner surfaces of her thighs glistened with her own excited exudations. She had creamed and been creamed! For a long moment the ever-pulsing Arnold stayed with his pulsing cock clenched in her bottom. Then he withdrew and there sounded that small, luscious plop! as the knob popped out and dribbled pearls of come all down her thighs. As he stepped back-and a sadder sight one never sees than when a penis has just spent-so Sylvia straightened, tottered, fell into my arms, there to be laved with kisses all about her fresh, young face. “Oh-woh, he did it!” she choked. “Yes, my pet, your darling bottom has been anointed at last. Was it not nice?” She nodded blindly into my shoulder. A true shyness had overcome her in the aftermath. I loosed her blindfold gently. Monsieur sat down and looked forlorn-though not for long. The douleur of his spending was upon him. A bottom as tight as Sylvia's sucks full well-as you do know, Henri! After a moment she turned to gaze upon him. Her jaw dropped, of course. “Oh! It is not…!” “No, my love. It matters not. Permit me to introduce Maude's Papa to you,” I replied and with such grave courtesy as made her laugh. “You naughty man!” she exclaimed and then hid her face again between my breasts. “Do you not want a dosage in your cunny, too?” I whispered and felt her nose rub between my titties as she nodded. I led her to him where he sat upon the couch. How soon we might bring him up again, I knew not, but so worthy had the dear girl proved that she deserved a second bout. That, I might say, was not too long in forthcoming-in fact Arnold was very forthcoming when his cock nested in her cunt upon the couch! But I leave you to imagine that. I am sure you prefer to!

Your ever-loving Irma

Editor's Note:

Sylvia obviously could not suppress telling her own tale in a letter-though sadly and girlishly briefer-to a friend who alas did not preserve the whole of it. The first page or two is thus regretfully omitted in the following:

… and then he did it to me-in my bottom! Oh, it felt so big and at first quite took my breath away. I truly believe that if Madam had not been there I would have struggled, really! We used to talk about what it might be like, and I can tell you it is very, very nice, once you have got used to it. Madam says that every girl struggles a bit the first time, especially up her bottom, but that is the best way to have it, she says, for you can feel the sperm shoot out, and I did-oh, lots of it! I really did think it was Uncle until she took my blindfold off. I felt shy, but that, Madam says, is quite usual, too, so there are lots of things to get used to! I do not know now which I like best, whether to have it up my bottom or in my quim. I think I like both! I will tell you now an awful secret-it was Maude's Papa, but don't tell anyone! I wonder why he came to see her all the way from Birmingham? Do you think he would have been naughty with her? I asked Madam afterwards and she laughed and said, “What do you think?” But Maude is silly and very prim. I don't think she would and I told Madam so. She gave me such a strange look and said, “Oh, I think she will-eventually,” then asked, “Will you not?” I blushed. She laughed and began to tickle me until I said I might, but in the dark!

After he had done it up my bottom, Madame took her dress off and we all three squashed on the sofa together. She said such naughty things and made me hold his prick. It seemed to take ever so long to get big again and when it did she made me lie on the rug on my back with my legs open and my knees bent, because she said that is a good receiving position! Have you done it yet? Do tell! It hurt a bit when it first went in, but that only lasts for seconds and then it was bliss! Madam lay down on the carpet beside us and urged us on. I put my tongue in his mouth when she told me to, and then he began to move his cock faster in my cunny. I was all out of breath and so was he. It felt better even than she had told us. I spread my legs more and then he got it in better. I said “Fuck me!”-I really did! He panted a lot.

Madam said afterwards that he was overexcited and that I had enchanted him. I think she only said that, though, for I'm sure Blanche would have been just as nice for him-or Maude! But I bet Maude won't let him. Do you think she would? He was very oozy in me and came such a lot. I could feel his prick pulsing in me all the time. He was quite nice, really. I'm going to let him do it to me again when I am back home. Madam said that when I do I must make Maude do it with him, too, but I know I wouldn't. Maude would be silly and would spoil it.

You know her, too. Don't you think she would? Now that I've done it I feel as full of questions as ever, but Madam says that is natural and that I am really just dying to have it again, which is true! Do you think I'm terrible? I could not keep my bottom still in bed that night and could still feel him up me. So will you when you have-it, I wager you will. It makes you feel very shameless, but Madam says that shame is a false emotion to have where mutual pleasure is concerned. I think I shall be a bit shy the next time, I mean just at first, but not for long! Tell me your news and that you don't think me too wicked.

Your loving Sylvia