the while his thick pego pulsing madly in my hand as it discharged its first load. Half behind me then, a bellow sounded from Horace as he in turn performed the climax of his first major duty in respect of Alison, who-by a quick glance over my shoulder-was, I saw, still clinging beneath him blindly and seesawing her bottom to his spurting thrusts. “Blanche!” I called out sharply while yet the thick drops continued to pearl from the prick of Sylvia's Papa. Blanche entered and, appearing dismayed at the prone form of her friend, bent her knees and raised and shook her so that Sylvia's eyes opened wide again and she and her sire stared at one another as if in a trance. Then, stumbling to her feet and being much assisted, she was led out. Horace had come fully and was prone upon his ward. Her cunny frothed its pleasure around the half-embedded shaft that now grew limp but would not so remain for long. Sylvia's father, loosed from my admittedly guiding hand, tottered backwards and sank into a chair. A sniffling and snuffling sound came from the pair on the couch. The insides of Alison's thighs moved sleekly and encouragingly against the tree-trunks of his own. I could not see her face, which was hidden by his own. A throaty murmur came from him. I heard her whisper “Yes.” His buttocks tightened, his loins twitched.
His ramrod, seemingly released with reluctance from the spongy grip of her slit, appeared almost to the knob and then sank in again. Another choked “Yes!” from Alison. He snorted. He began to drive the peg anew.
My heavens, what pent-up passion was evident, dear Caroline! From behind me in my watchful and unwary state, a hand again groped my bottom. I would have ceded then to Sylvia's Papa, but you know how I ever put the pleasures of my pupils first. I drew away from him and shook my head. His pego was in turn showing all signs of revival-a condition of virility that must have astonished him himself! I motioned to Alison, who was again clawing at Horace's back. It was she who was to receive their benedictions, and indeed did. Sylvia's Papa fared as well on her as had her guardian. Having been pumped thrice, the dear girl slept. The culprits put their trousers on and looked bemused. Putting my fingers to my lips so as to indicate that Alison must not be awoken, I poured them each another glass of wine. A thirst was upon them. Being innocent of the little devil that lurked in the fine vintage, they drank eagerly-each glancing at one another with fierce pride, would you believe! “You may be free to leave your trousers unbuttoned at the front, gentlemen. Blanche will come in shortly and escort you to another room so that Alison may sleep her peace. You, sir, will not forget your promise to her,” I said, addressing Horace. The rude knob of his ready penis poked already in a fine state from the gap in his nether garments. Flushed with glory, he assented to my words and promised to lavish all on her that she desired. “Excellent. Then you may now both refresh another,” I responded-at which Blanche entered and escorted them forth. Dear Caroline, I shall not tell you who the second young Venus was. You will have to guess. By morning, Sylvia had decided-wisely enough as I felt- that she would make up the returning quartet rather than Monica, who (poor thing) had had no fun at all. “It is a wise decision,”
I told Sylvia gravely, “for Monica…” I deliberately left the sentence unfinished. “Oh yes, I know well enough what she would do,” replied Sylvia pertly, and looked most pretty in a new blue dress that she had saved for her return. The affair of the letter was of course totally forgotten and not to be spoken of. Who was to speak of mere words when such deeds of amourous valour had been accomplished? I waved all four off as a carriage took them to Paris. They looked content enough, I felt. Such is my news. Am I to be congratulated, awarded bouquets-or, even better, your long, slow kisses where I most cherish them? Hasten to come and see me soon and I shall introduce you to Monica who has been for several years with me, both as pupil and assistant. My private boudoir is available to you both at any time. She has seen your likeness and is already smitten, I do believe. If she accompanies you back to England then I am sure there will be no accounting for your mutual adventures! Except to me!
Your very affectionate Julie
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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.
