Anonymous: Julie

Would I be as Milly was and be afraid to touch one? Does your naughty novel say things like this? Believe me, I shall stand at the window watching for the postman every day for the next fortnight until I hear from you again. Do not spare your pen, I beg you!

Ever your loving Ethel

Darling Ethel,

Oh, how delighted I was to hear of your adventure! Yes indeed you have the better of me-so far? How big was it really? Madam says they can be as big as nine or ten inches long and as thick as your wrist or mine! Can you imagine!

But of course you can, how foolish of me, for you have had the privilege of seeing the real thing whereas, poor me, I have seen only drawings and photographs. Yes, photographs which I can hardly bring myself to describe to you, so saucy and so wicked are they with gentlemen actually putting their pricks, or their cocks, into a girl's quim or, would you believe, much more naughtily in her bottom!

But still, I must to my other duty to you for you asked me to tell you all I possibly can about Le Demi-Monde des Jeune Filles. As an exercise which was put upon us during French written lessons, I have translated a little part of it, though I confess my translation was not entirely up to scratch and so I have cheated a little by sending you now that which I wrote down together with Madam's much more learned corrections. One gentleman in the novel is a certain Cesar Blonde, a writer of erotic and lustful poems, about forty years of age. He encounters a most fetching young lady of but eighteen, half Italian, half French, whose name is Bianca. In talking with her at a dinner party he discovers by experimental squeezing of her thighs beneath the tablecloth that in spite of her assumed air of innocence she is fully alive to the pleasures of sensuality. So, my dear, they arrange a rendezvous for the next day and Bianca arrives very prettily dressed, for knowing what is likely to happen from all the compliments he has showered upon her and the wicked suggestions he has made, she displays special care over her dress, her coiffeur and her toilette. Arriving at his house, he plies her with liqueurs and kisses her passionately. Pretending at first to be coy, Bianca nevertheless thrills to the sensation of his hand creeping up beneath her skirt, whereat he discovers to his immense delight that she has paid him the very fine compliment of omitting to wear any drawers! Soon, then, his hand is cupping the furry nest of her pussy while her own impudent fingers toy up and down along the huge bulge in his trousers.

Having so exchanged their first libertine caresses, Cesar leads the flushed maiden upstairs to his huge bedroom, the walls of which are in part panelled with full-length mirrors in order that whatever takes place upon the bed may be viewed by the participants. On another wall are reproductions of paintings of the most lascivious kind.

Standing side by side they inspect them while his hand “caresses the warm and bulbous promise of her breasts and bottom.” Bianca, who has never seen such vivid depictions before, “palpitated madly as her eyes came upon a painting that showed Leda yielding to the swan.

Another depicted Jupiter in the form of a bull inserting his immense prick into the fulsome nest of Europa. Blushing and wriggling amourously as Cesar's hand delved up beneath the back of her gown to fondle the bare cheeks of her bottom, Bianca finally gazed with a voluptuous stirring of her hips upon a scene wherein Lot was lying half-drunk on his back with one of his daughters seated at his knees and toying with his rigid member while the other offered her swollen nipples to his lips.” Having fully awoken his young partner's body and imagination, Cesar divests her of all her clothing save for her long black kid gloves, her silk stockings and shoes, “for as an experienced sensualist such a bewitching state of undress excited his lust far more than if she were merely naked.” Madam agrees with that entirely, by the way! But to continue, Cesar then lays her on the bed and strips in turn. “Her nipples drawn to fine points of fire, and all her youthful innocence of the realities of desire falling rapidly away from her, Bianca saw with wondering eyes the stark protrusion of Cesar's thick, wagging penis and his heavy balls beneath. For a moment she wilted at the sight and made as if to roll off the bed, but he with a victorious laugh was quick upon her, forcing her delicious young curves to wriggle wantonly beneath his hard male form.

“Scarce able to breathe for excitement, Bianca exchanged the wildest of kisses with him, joining her tongue to his the while that his fingers foraged in her plump nest and her own dared to engage themselves with the throbbing rod of his desire. Little moans broke from her mouth and her bottom began to work eagerly in response not only to their mutual caressing but to the hot words of love he poured into her ear. Panting with desire, Bianca permitted him to part her thighs widely so as to settle her firmly on her back in order to receive her first stallion. Then a moment of panic seized her as he rolled upon her, allowing his fervent tool to throb upon her smooth and silky belly. Bianca commenced to struggle feebly, but Cesar being much the stronger was perfectly well accustomed to mastering young girls once he had brought them to a certain pitch of excitement.

“'What will you do?' she moaned, feeling the swollen crest of his rammer gliding back down until it nudged the pouting lips of her cunt.

“'Let us fuck, my love. Have you not been fucked before?' asked her swain with some amusement. “'N… n… no!' gasped Bianca, who knew not now whether she wanted to or not. In such a situation, the sweet girl was of course given no further option and with but little effort Cesar grunted his satisfaction in being accorded such a divinely curved young creature and succeeded in inserting the knob of his prick between the moist lips of her quim. At that, Bianca uttered a little cry and arched her back, all unknowing as she did so that this but aided the efforts of her stallion, who thereby was enabled to push up a full four inches of his throbbing tool into her cunny.

“Even then, Bianca beat feebly with her fists at his muscular shoulders, moaning and bucking her bottom in such wise that Cesar knew her to be well on heat and ready for the joust, despite all her pretences. Even as her face twisted petulantly from side to side so he urged his penis up within her narrow channel inch by inch while drawing amourously with his lips upon her quivering nipples.

“Oooh-woooh-woooh!” Bianca sobbed, or made great pretence of doing so. Inwardly however she was thrilled to the core at finding Cesar's throbbing weapon so smoothly inserted up her quim and causing her belly to tremor with ecstatic thrills. Her shapely legs stirred all about, her tightly stockinged thighs rasping to the flesh of his own as-with his full lodgement well secured in her silken purse-Cesar commenced to pound her pestle. “At that, Bianca more fully awoke as from a dream. Her tummy seemed to be filled with fire, her ardent bottom grinding upon the coverlet of the great bed as her first champion commenced to ride her. Fortunate was she perhaps that Cesar was a master of the art, for he was neither too fast nor too slow in his endeavours and with every inward and outward surging of his well-sheathed tool he poured words of adoration and of erotic bliss into her velvet ears, imploring her to answer him in kind. “At first, Bianca could only stammer against his passionate lips the while she drew with ardour on his cock, which was causing her such exquisite thrills. Then, casting the last veils of her modesty aside, she commenced to answer him in kind, saying in turn such words as he, thus cock and balls and fucking-to, of course, his perfect delight, for like all lustful males, Cesar adored hearing such words hotly whispered by a maiden. 'How many cocks will you have in this hot little cunt of yours, my love?' he asked coarsely in the rising of his passion. Unable to reply, with her hard-nippled tits rearing beneath his manly chest, Bianca's mind was itself too clouded by desire to find reply, though curiously enough she thrilled divinely to such a wanton question, the like of which she had never thought of before.