Julie

8

Editor's Note:

While preparing these letters for publication, it occurred to me that there were one or two minor characters, so to speak, who were not heard of again. One such was Ethel, whom we encountered at the beginning of this collection. What happened to the “dear girl” one will never know. It is probable that she was diverted to events closer to her own abode. In much the same fashion, one had rather expected Monica to disappear, as does a star which twinkles briefly from behind a cloud and then is seemingly gone. It is therefore pleasant to report that this young lady not only reappeared but did so in such a fashion as enabled one to learn more of the story of Edmond, Frank, Nina et Cie. Here we find Monica writing to Madam.

Dearest Julie,

I feel very familiar in writing to you in this manner, though you not only said that I should but that I must! I confess to having been a little despondent, as you know, at not having been able to join in the delicious ebats (as you might call them) which occurred when Alison and Sylvia received their “refreshments.” I do think that is a lovely term of yours by the way and intend to use it much in the future as a very discreet way of advising certain intimate friends of “gifts received!” But about my “despondency,” I soon got over it, and knew that all your actions were for the best. I intend to visit Sylvia shortly to see how she is progressing-and Alison, too!-and will not fail to advise you, though I suspect that Sylvia will herself send you some very excited missives.

Having taken the steamer to Dover but a day after herself, you will be surprised (or not) that I decided not to return home immediately, but instead went upon a visit to a delightful couple called Frank and Nina. They have quite a reputation in these parts for their “sauciness,” though few enough know how far that extends. Had it not been decided to send me to you then I am perfectly sure that I would have received tuition from Nina, if not also from her husband.

Your eyes will brighten at that, I know! Well, the first surprise I obtained was in discovering that Maude is there! What a small world it is! You can imagine how bowled over she was to see me again, although our acquaintanceship was brief enough at your establishment and I still remember the day she ran off. However, she is much changed, so I am now content that your methods worked well with her, though she did not realise it at the time. But the greatest surprise of all was that her mama had also just arrived on a visit, and I sensed some confusion on Maude's part about this, which rather told me that she HAD been naughty and did not wish her Mama to know. As things turned out, though, everything proved topsy-turvy, as you will see. I trust you are sitting comfortably, for I have much to convey! To be very, very naughty (and I know that you wish me to be), Blanche should be sitting at your feet with her warm face between your lovely thighs while you peruse my news. I am sure you will be in need of her wicked tongue! Maude's mother is called Adelaide, and a very comely creature she is-I suppose perhaps thirty-nine or forty which is only a trifle older than Nina herself. Accompanying her was a good-looking gentleman named Edmond whose presence, I gather, Adelaide was hard put to explain to her daughter. You may therefore well guess at the situation between Adelaide and her male friend. As I gathered afterwards from Nina, Edmond has been converting Adelaide to the more interesting paths of life, and with some success. Nina herself is a lady who likes to take a hand in such things (very much as you do!) and so was instrumental in much that followed. Shortly after my arrival (I excusing myself for going unannounced, but Nina and her husband not at all put out by my presence), I came upon the latter kissing and fondling Maude in the library. How pink her cheeks became when for a brief moment I opened the door and saw them embraced with his hand up her skirt at the rear! Of course, you have always said that such unexpected interventions can have their uses, and so this one proved. I retreated and quickly closed the door again. Half an hour later, Maude-all in a flurry- came to excuse herself to me and said that he had tried to be naughty with her. Being as tactful as you have taught me to be, I omitted replying that I witnessed no struggle on her part, but very gently said that men were often so and that if a girl were wise she could profit much from such advances.

Maude appeared pleased and relieved to hear me say this and she even asked after you-perhaps having a conscience about her departure. “Why, Maude, so long as you are enjoying yourself as I believe you are, then I know Madam would be very pleased, and proud of you to boot,” I said, which caused her to blush and to attempt to hide a giggle all at the same time. “I do not know what Mama is about,” she then confided in me and looked at me questioningly. “Nor I, but let us all enjoy ourselves, for if that is not the purpose of living how dull all would be,” I told her encouragingly, at which she looked even more relieved and asked me if I thought her Mama was “in love” with Edmond.

“Perhaps, or perhaps she is in love with something of his,” I answered, which caused her to give me a most wondering and impish look, for I swear she could not misunderstand what I meant thereby. In fact she turned her back on me and pretended to be looking at some knick-knacks on a table. “I am sure Mama is not like that,” she said. “Like mother like daughter,” I replied-remembering how often you have said that. She turned and cried, “Oh, what do you mean?” Her mouth looked so deliciously pouty as they formed the words, that I could not help but draw her to me and kiss her. Being bold-as you well know I am-I felt her titties as I did so. Lovely proud pumpkins! She stirred but did not over-resist, being quite amazed by what I did. I felt her nipples with my fingertips. “Let us have fun,” I urged, for I had such a nice feeling then between my legs! She started away from me and said awkwardly, “Oh, I don't know,” but looked pleased and silly at the same time, which I am sure drives Frank to delighted distraction when he pumps her! “Yes, you do.

Wait until tonight,” I said and gave her bottom an encouraging pat.

Her bottom cheeks urged into my palm a little, so I knew she was not put out and would have got into bed with me if there had been opportunity then, or would have allowed me to “persuade” her. But I must to the events of the night, or you may think my narrative tedious. Nina advised me privately that something interesting was afoot and that after I had apparently retired, I should sneak down through the servants' staircase at the back and so make my way around that I could enter the main quarters via the butler's room and so on.

A devious route, but I found it! Maude retired when I did, at about ten. Frank by then had absented himself somewhere-I suspected perhaps to sneak into Maude's room. All that I saw and heard from my watching post was then utterly delightful and very, VERY outrageous!

Maude's mother sat conversing in the drawing room with Edmond and Nina. Much whiskey was being dispersed! By peeping through a crack left by the door which stood ajar, I could see all. “Have you two enjoyed yourselves?” Nina was asking. All three sat upon a sofa and Edmond had his arm about the waist of Adelaide. She sat between them and looked a trifle shy, I thought. “Oh, I don't know. We are only friends,” replied Adelaide coyly. At this Nina laughed pleasantly and asked, “Are you not sportif, my dear?” this causing Adelaide to blush and stir so that Nina immediately added, “Oh, but I must not embarrass you, for such as we occasionally do is very PRIVATE, is it not?'' I do not know what Adelaide might have replied to this, but then Frank's voice was heard from upstairs, calling, “Edmond, old chap, I have something in my study that will interest you, I know.”

Edmond thereupon rose and excused himself. Adelaide looked relieved and moved a little apart from Nina, which I believe annoyed the latter a trifle, as would be only natural, for that lovely lady quite adores fondling tits and thighs and all else as much as we do.

However, such a “surprise” as she had in store for Adelaide was about to transpire and I realised very quickly that Frank and Edmond were all in the plot. After a minute or two there came a pattering of feet and into the drawing room in their nightshirts came Nina's two young sons, Matthew and Mark. I believe there is about two years between them. Matthew is the older, and a quite adorable youth who is nicely poised in looks between the masculine and the feminine as boys often are at that age. Being asked what they were at by their Mama, they replied they could not sleep and cast themselves down on the rug at the two ladies' feet. “Then you are very naughty boys, but you may each have a glass of punch before you go back to bed, for that will make you sleep,” said Nina. At that they jumped up gleefully enough and ran to serve themselves at the sideboard, returning with their glasses, and Matthew politely asking his Mama whether hers and “the lady's” might not also be filled. Adelaide, I believed, would have refused, but as soon as it was asked so it was done and I could not help remarking a certain projection in the fronts of the nightshirts of both the boys! Adelaide seemingly remarked this naughty phenomenon, too, for she blushed and looked askance at Nina. Quite to tease her, obviously, Nina laughed and said, “They are frequently naughty like this. What is to do with them?” At that, Matthew laid his cheeks against his Mama's legs and gazed up at her appealingly. “Will you not read to us before we go to sleep?” he asked. “Tut-tut, at this time of night, Matthew? I have a little headache now and fear I cannot, but this nice lady will, I am sure.

Will you not?” she then asked Adelaide, who I must say looked most confused. Thereupon, Mark boldly hugged her knees, kneeling up, and asked excitedly, “OH, will you, please?” This second youthful request appeared to mollify Adelaide, who-perhaps a wee bit in her cups from a mixture of whiskey and punch-actually flushed and emitted an awkward laugh, for she could not fail to glimpse the outline of the knob of Mark's young prick, which was thrusting up the front of his nightshirt. “Go on with you, then. You had best read to them in Matthews room,” Nina said and rose. At that, both boys jumped up as well and hugged her in such manner that their stiff cocks rubbed against her thighs-she appearing not to notice such an untoward event.

“Sometimes they are very naughty, as you see, and have to be seen to, Adelaide,” declared Nina, giving both her sons a little push so that they all but fell in turn against Adelaide, who was then rising from the sofa. “Yes,” Adelaide said, and I can tell you that her voice sounded very strange and thick, but Nina was already declaring “Goodnight” and swept out. “Please will you read to us a whole story?” wheedled Matthew then. His excitement was all too obvious, as was the straining of his virile young pego through his nightshirt. In speaking, he made very bold indeed to pass his arm around her waist, which appeared to utterly astonish her. “Yes, but…” Adelaide began, but then Mark slipped behind her and began to push her playfully towards the door, his hands quite ardently for his age cupping the bold cheeks of her bottom. “Oh!” Adelaide ejaculated in shock and knew not how to comport herself, though perhaps put it down to mere high spirits on their part. “Do not!” she was heard to say, but then all three passed out of my sight into the hallway and I feared to see no more. I need not have troubled myself in that respect. Their feet sounded above, and I heard another hushed exclamation from Adelaide. A door opened and closed. I ventured silently into the drawing room, clad as I was in my nightdress.

Footsteps were heard and I made to hide, but to my relief it was Nina, who placed her fingers to her lips and beckoned me from the doorway. I followed her on tiptoe. By great fortune none of the stair treads creaked. We arrived at Matthews door. Nina's hand moved to it and turned very quietly the key which projected on the outside (every detail having been attended to!). From within came a sharp exclamation from Adelaide and then a cry of “Oh, do not! What are you at! Nina!

Nina!” Much scuffling was heard! Nina moved not, keeping her ear to the door and standing very tense as did I. “No, no please! Oh, you wicked boys! Not my drawers! Release my hands! Nina! Stop this, oh, stop it do. Aaaargh!” Would that I could convey to you all such cries as were emitted through the door, but you will well guess at their nature! The bedsprings sang. There was much rustling and heaving, then a further cry from Adelaide of “Oh my god, no! Do not hold me, Matthew! Stop him! Mark! Do not, do not-oh, not up there!”

She screeched quite loud and then was evidently quietened in some manner for only a gurgling sound came and the very distinct smacking of flesh to flesh. “Hooo-hooo-hooo! Oh, Nina, where are you?” came Adelaide's squeal, followed by a sound as if she were being forcibly kissed, as I am sure she was. “Take, take, take it out!” she moaned, and then another shrill cry of surprise came from her that was accompanied this time by breathless gasps from the boys. I made to stir. I was so excited. Nina motioned me to stillness. Sobs came from within that were not entirely Adelaide's. Again the sound of bodies smacking. How thrilling that always is! “Noo-noo-nooo!” was heard from her, but now a little softer. Breathing heavily, as I thought, Nina then slowly turned the key in what was an evidently well-oiled lock. Having drawn back the ward, she then placed her hand on the door and-asking loudly and as if much disturbed from sleep, “What IS it?”-thrust the door open. Oh my heavens, Madam, what a sight! Adelaide lay on her hip naked from the waist down, sandwiched between the boys. The glorious orb of her bottom was pressed into Mark, but at his mothers entry, he gave a start and withdrew his cock a little from Adelaide's bottomhole. His penis, being thinner than his brothers, was well suited to this naughty task and Adelaide-with a wriggle that initially could scarcely have been thought desperate-contained half its length. As for her quim, that had been equally invaded by Matthew, whose balls hung down beneath her thick bush. At the vision of such voluptuousness, I almost fainted! All three combatants on the field of love turned their heads together in the direction of Nina who stood for a moment poised and statuesque.

The expression on Adelaide's flushed face was indescribable. At the sight of his Mama, young Matthews loins twitched and the final inch of his pego rammed up into Adelaide's cunny. You have schooled me well enough, dearest Julie, in comprehending how many fine details may be taken in by the knowing eye in the space of but a second or two.

Apart from the delicious details of triple intercourse, with her stocking tops and suspenders rubbing against both boys' thighs, I needed but part of that second in which my eyes gazed into Adelaide's to comprehend with a thrill of excitement that she had actually surrendered to their libertine endeavours but moments before the door opened. Here before me was an act of love such as you had never mentioned-and were perhaps wise not to do so, for although all your girls are brought (I am sure) to surrender to the cocks that wait them eagerly on their return, the thought of indulging two at once might well cause them to pull their drawers up quickly! Adelaide's mouth was open, her lips motionless- so horror-struck was she evidently in being caught thus. “I see,” Nina said in a tone of voice that was neither encouraging nor intimating shock and (much to my disappointment!) stepped without and closed the door again, though this time not locking it. “Oh-ho-no!” Adelaide was heard to sob.

The renewed panting of the boys sounded. Nina smiled as she heard and shrugged her shoulders prettily as if to say, “What can one do?” She did not stir, however, until she had satisfied herself, by such small noises as were heard, that Adelaide was once more caught up, haplessly or not, on the wheel of pleasure. Her hand extended to mine.

“Come, darling,” she invited me. Our palms met warmly. My nipples were fiercely erect beneath my nightgown, which she did not fail to miss.

Saying nothing, we passed along the corridor, where the door of her boudoir stood half open. A little encouraging pat on my bottom and I was within. There lying at their ease on the bed and both entirely naked and with the most threatening erections, waited Frank and Edmond. No, no-of course I did not squeal or run! Have you not taught me better? Frank extended his hand-not to say his stiff prick as well. He drew me down on the bed and with a quick flurry of arms and legs I was rolled over him (feeling the stiffness of his prong much in the process!) and came to lie between them. Nina meanwhile closed the door and with quick fingers began unhooking her gown.

“Have her first, both of you, then I will take my toll of both your cocks,” she smiled. Unresisting, I allowed my nightgown to be peeled off. Some murmurs of admiration attended the quick process! How immodest I am, and yet it was true. I lay passive and looking utterly desirous with my legs apart. I sensed that as Mine Host, Frank would be the first to pillage my cunny with his cock, and so it was. How divinely he rode me! Nina- having cast off all save her gartered stockings-joined us on the bed and played merrily with Edmonds cock while he waited to take his turn on me. Two cocks, one after the other! Did you ever expect that of me? I am sure you did-and even worse, perhaps. Am I your good pupil! I came so much! I never knew such a delirious pleasure as when Franks weakening tool at last slipped from my well-creamed slit and then a fresh one entered me! I yielded my spurts of fine rain even as the knob of Edmonds weapon glided up between my longing dovelips. I clung to him. Nina's mouth descended over mine-an extra benediction! My tongue swirled with hers as Edmond pumped me, causing me the most exquisite sensations. I knotted my legs about his waist. Every slap of his balls under my bottom was a perfect delight! I remember you saying to me once, in a moment of mutual bliss, that you could make me fuck with almost anyone, “provided you nearly wanted to,” you said with teasing. I did not understand quite what you meant then, but now I do. I loved both the males in that moment, but do not do so otherwise. I was happy to surrender to their urgent pricks, to draw the pulsing sperm up from their stems-for as you have often truly told us, the female is the victor always in her bouts. The three of us having been well appeased for the nonce, we all discussed naughty things, not to say the affair of Adelaide, which Nina most frankly described to her husband and to Edmond. Both were delighted with her progress! “Have you again locked her in?” Frank asked. It was an agile question-pertinent!-for as he explained when Nina shook her head, Adelaide might otherwise take on remorse and come to interrupt us all.

That being said, Nina slipped from the bed and- naked as she was-went out and repaired the omission on her part, though for her own original purpose she had thought best to leave Adelaide to make her own choice. The thought of our being disturbed-as might well have been the case-was paramount, however, so all four of us were then more content and got to doing all the naughty things you told me of, including (yes!) I have had my bottom tupped, and a most delirious experience it proved to be. I will tell you more soon enough, for that of course was not the end of the affair. My wrist aches now and I must stop!

Your adoring Monica

Monica Cherie,

I am sure your wrist aches, though not entirely from writing. I am much occupied at the moment with several new girls, though this need not prevent me from begging you to continue your tale. I yearn to hear! What of Maude, meanwhile? I cannot contain my impatience! Write again soon! What a perfect pupil you have proved!

Many, many kisses Julie