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
