watching! I sobbed and sobbed then with increasing desire into the mouth of the sweet girl whose tongue was between my lips. I writhed, I moaned. Bertha increased her divine ministrations. Her little finger even dared to invade my tight bottomhole! Then an exquisite feeling of release came upon me and I spurted a fine long spray of “love's liquour” into Bertha's mouth, then slumped in a near-swoon of delight. When at last I “came to,” I was showered with kisses and congratulations by the girls who declared that the lasciviousness of my hips and the voluptuous contortions of my body had marked me out as a true member of their Society and that I was undoubtedly endowed by Nature to appreciate to the full the joys of sensuality. Recovering slowly as I did in a pink haze of pleasure, I begged Bertha to allow me to do to her what she had so blissfully done to me. In a moment she had straddled my face, presenting the rolled lips of her luscious pussy to my mouth in such a manner that- blissfully “blinded” as I was-I had but to clasp her svelte hips and sidle my tongue up into her receptive slit. Her ripe bottom quite bumped upon my nose as I did that, but I knew it to be a token of her enjoyment as I twirled my tongue. While we were doing this, the other girls fell upon the adjoining beds and indulged themselves in a similar exercise so that the whole dormitory was filled with lovely juicy slurping sounds! I am sure that you must be surprised, dear Ethel, with all that I have written and the very naughty words I have been using, but I swear to you that there is such an untold pleasure, in it all that I must convey it to you as my dearest, sweetest friend. Do not be shocked with me, will you? As soon as I am home during the vacances, I shall long to take your drawers down and explore all your own treasures, I do promise you that!
Since that night I have been very much more popular with the other girls who at first most amusingly thought me “pious.” Now that they have made sure that I am ready to be as naughty as they, they have thrown off all constraint. They keep the most wicked drawings, photographs and books locked up in their cabinets, the like of which I never knew existed. Some of the girls also keep a collection of the letters they receive from male admirers, and one has the very, very naughtiest of epistles from an uncle of hers who sometimes visits here and comes to see her privately. But there-I shall have much more to tell you about all these things soon, and so I remain your dear and loving friend who prays to hear from you so that she may know she is forgiven for her naughtiness. BLANCHE Editor's Note: It is frequently thought that young ladies of our time, and indeed, those of our charming letter writers, were prim in the extreme. One learns from this correspondence of course that this was by no means the case-and one is certain that it remains true. Blanche, Ethel and very many others were, as shall be seen, lively and vigourous young things whose pursuit of certain pleasures was no less than that of males, although it is to be suspected that one would never have known it to have met them casually. In Ethel's reply may be seen the beginnings of “quivering interest,” as it were:
My dearest Blanche With what inquisitiveness and anticipation did I open your letter! Fortunate I was that Mama was not here when the postman arrived bearing an envelope with the very handwriting upon it that I had waited for. Papa was aware of its arrival, but no doubt thought it full of “silly stuff” and so did not ask me about its contents, which was extremely fortunate! Did it all really happen? Oh, you must tell me more! I was quite carried away, and so much so, I confess, that while I perused it lying on my bed I could not help but steal a hand up beneath my skirt to tickle myself a little. So you see, you are not the only naughty one! Alas, I cannot really reply in kind, for you know how dull life is here. Even so, I will confess that Cousin Edwin kissed me the other day upon the first landing when no one was about. I was much in a fluster that one of the servants-or worse, Papa or Mama- would ascend and discover us.
The naughty boy pushed me into a corner, and though I tried to twist my mouth away from his, he finally succeeded in capturing my lips which made me feel quite swoony. I begged him softly to desist, but he would not. Boldly then he pressed his leg between my own so that I actually felt his thigh rubbing against my pussy through my gown and drawers! Dear Blanche, I blushed and tried to press him back, but cornered as I was he had the advantage of me, said what a pretty thing I was and then had the greater temerity to feel my titties at which I cried out a little and he, being scared, ran into the bedroom he is using and closed the door. For myself, I could not move for a moment and felt quite dizzy. My titties had swollen and my nipples were hard.
I felt my cheeks flushed and had a naughty desire to rub myself between my legs. Had I but received and read your letter before, I might have let him continue to be libertine with me for a moment or two more, but in thinking on it I do realise that you were enjoying yourself with girls, whereas with a man it is more than merely naughty, is it not? Perhaps you will be my adviser now-who knows! Did I do wrong to let him feel my breasts? The naughty boy said, “Oh, your lovely tits!”, the while he kissed me, which at that moment then I thought was very rude. Even so I cannot wait the long weeks for your return, however brief. I would love to kiss you properly now, dearest Blanche, and let you feel inside my drawers. How naughty we shall be, but what exciting fun! I remember once when you were trying on a gown of mine and stood in petticoat and stockings, I thought how nice your bottom looked and dearly wanted then to feel it-did not dare to say so, though! You see, you are more than forgiven. Indeed, I cannot contain myself for the sight of your next letter. Do hasten it, I beg you, for my poor head twirls. I try to think of more and more naughty things you girls can do, but my silly imagination is not up to it. To be sure, I think myself so ignorant now regarding all these things. If you were here now, we could take all our clothes off and lie in bed naked together with our fingers in each others quims (what a lovely word that is!) and you could tell me all, and all again. Write soon, write soon, for I shall die to know! YOUR ADORING ETHEL MY DARLING ETHEL, What a dear surprise your letter was! How thrilled I was to learn of your first exploits, but I must tell you very quickly (for I fear that if I do not write it down now I shall hesitate to do so) that one may be as equally naughty with men as with girls-or yes, even lovely ladies! You see, I had better explain that we do no real “lessons” here, by which I mean that the only commonplaces of education we must sustain are to improve our French and similarly to improve our writing styles in English. Madam is very insistent in elegance in all things, even down to prose.
French in particular is very important for reading many of the delicious books that are almost too naughty to translate into our own tongue, although Madam says that this must be one of our exercises!
Additionally we have music, dancing, and physical exercises, for it is paramount (the word that Madam uses) to develop our figures to the full. As you know, it is a very expensive establishment and limited only to a dozen girls whose fondest parents wish for them a complete education. I am sure, of course, that dear Mama is unaware that naughtiness is part of our curriculum, and never will. One must be discreet, as Madam says, and always gives a little wink and rolls her hips whenever she says it! We are called at 8.30 each morning by maids who bring us cups of steaming coffee or chocolate with small croissants, butter and a little marmalade, which Madam kindly imports from home. After this we get up in pairs and go to one of the three bathrooms. The baths are big enough for two girls at a time and are surrounded by tall mirrors so that we can see ourselves reflected from every angle. Since my “seduction” I enjoy it immensely, for I and my companion of the morning intertwine our limbs in the warm, perfumed water and watch the reflections of our lascivious postures in the mirrors. It is important, Madam says, that we should see how gracefully we move our limbs, thrust out our bottoms and keep our titties raised. Many of the girls-including of course Bertha-tell me the most excitingly improper stories when we are ensconced thus in the bath, when, of course, our lips and fingers soon begin to play with one another. After bathing and having a full breakfast, we are allowed to wear only our gown, stockings and shoes, with nothing else whatever beneath, for Madam insists that this encourages the most important of our curves to grow and-as she says-fulfill themselves. We linger around chatting until midday when we have a light meal and then gather in her private sitting room, which is very luxurious and commodious. There we always find her as enticingly undepressed as we.
Our French lessons begin then, and these consist mainly of reading aloud in turn from some novel of a very spicy kind, after which we discuss and ask about the words and phrases that are foreign to us. Madam does everything to encourage this, then sets us to our exercise books and our translations of the most sensuous passages from the novels. Finally, before dinner, we are allowed to walk around the town. I must say that, dressed so lightly and so tightly as we are, we draw the most lustful glances from the men as we go by. The naughty words, “What a bottom!” are frequently heard in French. So cunningly are our dresses fashioned that our titties bounce inside them as we walk! On our return we practise our physical exercises in very tight and revealing costumes, or do a little music and then dance. It is only we older girls-the six of us-who have the privilege of later dinner with Madam. Saturday evenings in particular are a very special occasion for then we arrive in her sitting room wearing cloaks which, as soon as the door is closed, we discard, revealing our very exclusive gowns which display our breasts to just below our nipples, and the hems of which come an inch or two above our stocking tops, to all effect like very brief chemises! This, as Madam says, is to encourage us not to be shy in any circumstances with men, whoever they may be, provided that their admiration for our charms might immediately or at some
