Anonymous - Julie

“I mean that you are to be spermed, my pet-and how better than by your Uncle Frank?” (for so I have taken to calling him with her). At that she made very feebly to start up, but I smothered her mouth with my own and brought our tongues to touch. “No, he must not! Oh, please!” she moaned, but could not help herself for my fingertip had brought her to the point of coming. Both observing and feeling all the signs of fluttering and pulsing in her, I refused her that immediate pleasure and withdrew my hand from between her legs. “If you do not, I shall strap you, Maude. Why think you that Madame birched all her girls, as you told me that she did?” “Dunno,” she whined and pressed herself to me, I raising my nightgown so that our cunts and bellies touched. “You do understand very well, Maude,” I told her sternly, “for it is to encourage them to come on to the cock, and once they have, then their pleasures are divine. Do you not think your Papa and Mama were not conscious of this when they sent you there?”

“Oh, I don't know! I cannot believe it!” she moaned. The trap of hypocrisy was closing upon her and I believe she knew it. “You cannot believe perhaps that we are pressing our cunnies and titties together, that our bellies are warm and tingling with love and our cunnies moist with desire? Is that the way you will have it, Maude?

Why else would you have been sent to St. Germain-en-Laye? How fortunate you were, and yet I well understand your shyness. You are a very, very special girl, darling, and need individual care. That is why I will bring you on to Frank's cock myself tonight.” “Oh!” she gasped and tried to curl up, but could not, for I held her close.

“You know the truth of what I say, Maude. Make no further pretence. A girl must be broken in just as a young filly must, but whereas the horse might find it irksome, the girl does not, and swirls down into pleasure. Once you have taken Uncle Frank's cock, my sweet, you will yearn for the return of it, but there will be others whose knobs will pulse to enter your portals- or your delectable bottom,” I added, which brought a soft, shrill “Ooooh!” of surprise from her. I have already fingered her there, though, and find her not overtight.

“The first several, Maude,” said I cautiously, or rather in a mood of caution, “may be chosen for you, but thereafter you will be free to enjoy those whom you desire the most and so will have entered into womanhood, not as foolish, dull girls do who have not had your advantages, but as a very pretty young woman who knows what she wants and has all the means whereby to obtain it. You understand now very well what I am saying,” I concluded, whereat-as though he had judged the moment miraculously, though it was entirely by chance-Frank was distantly heard returning home, the which of course made Maude struggle up. “Let me go!” she panted, though I was not too hard put to it to bring her head again upon the pillow. “NO, dear Maude. Were you at the college now you would receive a sharp birching for such wilfulness, and know you would ” “B… b… but there are no gentlemen there!” she sobbed, or made pretence of doing so.

“Tut, tut, what a sillikins you are! You were not so advanced that one could be brought to you. And besides, would you have desired a complete stranger in the saddle? Though it is more likely,” I added solemnly (and no doubt with truth!), “that he would have had it up your bottom first.” “No!” cried Maude, though whether in that moment at Frank's entry into the bedroom or what I had said, one will never know. It mattered not. The die was cast for her. Frank closed the bedroom door and gazed at us both with apparent (and I may say well-modulated) surprise. He had rather usefully already doffed his jacket and cravat downstairs. “What is to do?” he asked, though making not too much show of amazement, for so saying he went to the dressing table and calmly brushed his hair a trifle and tweaked his moustache. “Maude is pretending that she is a duff, but she is not really, as we both know. How proud her Papa and Mama will be of her now! Come, get into bed with us, dear.” “No!” Maude positively shrieked at that, whereat I rolled her over by surprise on to her tummy and awarded her naked bottom a resounding SMACK!-at which of course she yelped! With my next movement, the sheet rolled down, displaying to a delighted Frank her pink and white bottom. “Oh, for shame! Cover me up!” Maude moaned without moving. “You see?” I remarked to Frank while placing one hand firmly in the small of her back so that she might not rise. He, meanwhile, was already doffing his boots, socks and trousers. “Young Annie was the same, but how much she loves it now,” said he, concocting an entirely fictitious person. “I won't!” came a squeak from Maude, while her hands clenched beneath the pillow as if they, too, wished to hide, since her naked derriere could not. “I have told dear Maude all,” I remarked with an air of apparent sadness in my tone. “I shall tell Mama!” cried our young acolyte, this being her last resort in terms of threats. “And proud she will be of you,” I laughed while Frank, divesting himself of his shirt, stood naked by the bed with his prong full up. “I have told her, Frank, that she will otherwise be strapped first-and what will her Papa and Mama have to say when they discover that it was necessary?” “They will think her backward,” he responded solemnly. Thereat, with a wink to me-and I moving suddenly aside-he was upon her back, impressing the big throbbing tube of his cock against her bottom's cleft. At that the first notes of a shriek sounded from Maude, and at that also Frank did that which I had not bade him to and slid his hand beneath her chin to smother off her cries. I made to knock away his hand, in fact, but decided not to. It was as well that I did not, for the ensuing spectacle was delicious.

I had spoken of nervous fillies to Maude. She now in all truth became one. Her shoulders quivered, her eyes bulged, her cheeks grew red. She made to buck- and Frank most cunningly permitted her the movement so that his hips rose up with hers and-in a trice- Maude found herself (entirely of her own volition) in a prime posture on all fours with Frank's cock under her downy nest, his hand still clamped about her mouth, and his free arm now strongly encircling her slim waist and holding her up! I needed no further bidding, was up on my knees beside the pair and, groping his weapon, guided its swollen crest against Maude's lovelips. Her efforts to escape her fate then became frenetic, but in bucking her bottom (precisely as with her Mama and Ralph, my dear!), she only succeeded in assuring Franks perfect lodgement, so that with a muffled squeal from her his cock entered her portals and held her already half-corked. “Right in,” I gritted, and with that he afforded her the last virile movement of his loins so that his meaty charger was fully sheathed. My goodness, how her hips wriggled-and in vain! How her head twisted from side to side, but still Frank held her quiet. It was best so, and does no harm provided the chosen girl's stallion is to deal with her lovingly. Thereupon, Frank's other hand slid down across the fronts of her delicious thighs and his thumb began to tickle her clitty. He required no help from me!

His embedded prick moved back and forth quite tentatively and slowly then, easing out some four or five inches and then delving in with such care as she really should have appreciated! Reaching one arm beneath her crouched form, I fondled her titties, which hung down like small, ripe melons. Her eyes closed, opened, and closed again.

Bringing her warm bottom full into his belly again, Frank so held her, moving his thumb the faster while I tickled her nipples. At all this, Maude no longer continued to strain. Her bottom relaxed a little and I saw it do so. Frank, screwing up his eyes, caused me to realise what delicious sensations the tight, silky pouch of her cunt was affording him. “What a little darling she is in all truth. Take your hand away, Frank, for she will let you do it now, I know,” I murmured and, with that, threw myself on my back and sidled my face beneath Maude's. Frank removing his hand in that moment, her mouth found itself sucked upon by mine. Smack! Smack! Smack! came the joyous sound of her bottom bouncing against his belly. “Your first sperming is about to be, Maude, but you must come first. Sprinkle his cock, my love!” so I enjoined her. She moaned, she whimpered, she mewed. Her mouth slobbered petulantly to mine, though I gave her scarce a minute of my company in this wise, and slipped again from under her, aware as one must be that a girl on first being mounted should not be made to feel herself captive, for she may afterwards come to add resentment to pleasure. Frank's nostrils flared. I knew that he would not be long in coming, and would luxuriate more slowly with her afterwards when awarding her a second dosage. I deemed therefore that a departure on my part at this moment would be most tactful. Perhaps even dear Frank was not aware of my slipping off of the bed and quietly taking my exit. Passing along the corridor, I entered Matthew's room, thinking to find him at least drowsy if not asleep. At the appearance of my wraithlike figure, however-garbed as I was in but a white nightgown-he sat bolt upright and ejaculated eagerly, “Oh, Mama!”