Anonymous - Julie

It leaves a pleasant glow in aftermath-even, I would say, a longing.

Is it not nice and comforting to press your bottom into my palm now?

Come, let us have no more dissimulation, Miss.” “Yes, but…” she began. In such circumstances a girl knows not really what to say.

“There, there,” I comforted and covered her mouth with my own.

Her drawers being off, I made bold to insinuate my hand up the fronts of her thighs to her honeypot and there began to tickle her lightly.

“Oh!” she uttered, but such a small and beautiful moan it was, her head sinking back on the pillow and her mouth soft as a peach.

“Part your legs more, darling,” I husked into her mouth. This time I had no difficulty in finding her tongue. My hand ran all about her thighs and then returned to her bush. Her erect bud tingled to my questing fingertip. “How lovely it is to hold a stiff cock, is it not?” I whispered. “Huh?” she replied dreamily, but I knew my words well taken. “It throbbed in your hand, did it not? Throbbed like a bird, eager to invade your nest?” “Hooooo!” Maude quivered. I felt her legs stiffen and her belly shimmer. “Come, darling, come-come as you will over their cocks,” I whispered. Her eyes rolled. “Say that you want to be fucked, Maude. Come, say it. In this moment!” “Haaaaaar! Hoooo! Yessssss!” she moaned brokenly.

“Their cocks will soon be up you, my love.” The words broke from me with tender passion. Did she hear? It mattered not. Her hips worked as she came, her eyes half-blinded with desire. Twice, thrice and four times she spilled before her face flopped sideways away from me and she lay still, pulsing gently as I kissed her cheek. In a moment she dozed. I got up and left her quietly. Are you pleased or impatient with my mode of progressing her, I wonder? Patience tells, my dear, in such cases. With Adelaide it is another matter. She is mature, full-bodied and-I have little doubt-waits but for an even more complete awakening than even you have been able to afford her, by which I mean two stiff cocks in succession, which I trust she by now has had! As to Matthew (for I read your thoughts well), I made immediately to his room and found him there, as I expected, though not in the state that I expected! Upon his bed he lay, trousers to his ankles and staring at the ceiling as he fisted his erection. At my opening of the door he made to start up, but such was my speed that I was beside him in a moment, seating myself at his hip upon the bed.

Alas, dear Edmond, I could not resist what I did. “Mama will give you your kiss now,” I declared softly and-bending my face to his-reached back and clasped the fervent member that his own hand had guiltily deserted. A moan escaped him. In quite demented fashion his young lips drew upon my own even as I urged my fingers up and down his straining tool-a goodly six inches or so thereof, I would say. His cock throbbed madly in my grasp. “Do not come too soon, Matthew,”

I murmured. His hips jerked as he strove to rub more of it in the warm clasp of my palm. “Mama, let me!” he sobbed. Blindly enough his hand sought the hem of my skirt and raised it. My knee and then my thigh was exposed to him. His fingers thrilled around my garter and then sought the firm flesh above.- “Oh, darling!” I choked. I could not help myself! With some desperation, which I did not attempt to hinder, his fingers urged beneath the elastic of the leg of my drawers and, expanding it, crept upwards. I raised myself a little to assist his naughty endeavour. The warm mound of my cunny came to the first groping touch of his fingertips. “Ma-ma-ma-ma!” I heard him moan and then, pulsing vigourously, his stiff cock ejected its fierce jets of sperm into my hand, over my wrist, and dripped down on to his shirt. I frigged him more gently then and felt with an insensate thrill his forefinger oozing between my cuntlips, which, however, were too compressed by my posture for him to venture more than an inch within. It was enough! Delicious quivers coursed through my body. In but seconds my drawers and his finger were almost as soaked as was my own yearning hand. Then a glazed look came over his eyes. He shuddered, pulsed out a final jet and then slumped back, his face as soft as an angel's, his eyes half-closed in that dreamy ecstasy that comes to all. Perhaps only then did I become fully conscious of what I had done. My fingers lingered lovingly on his diminishing tool and then slipped away as a movement of my hips forced his hand from within my drawers. “Sleep now,” I murmured. I Could find nothing else to say! I retreated on tiptoe, I swear! My mind was in a whirl-believe me. I had reached the furthest bounds of wantonness-or is it such? I who have had so many voluptuous adventures knew not what to think and fretted whether I should confide in Frank as to my naughty deed. In the event I could not help but tell him all that had occurred. He listened with the greatest fascination to Maude's surrender, which I detailed lovingly to him. When I then came to the episode with Matthew, I looked-as indeed Frank said-a little coy.

Should I beg his forgiveness? Would he admonish me? To the contrary, he smiled quite benignly on his wanton wife. “He has to learn, my pet, and in what better hands than yours?” he said. I threw my arms around him in relief. His trousers were as soon down as my skirt was up!

Now tell me your news-for I have told you all mine.

Your very wicked Nina

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.