Anonymous: Julie

“'Yes, Papa,' whispered Bianca, giving her hips a sly wriggle so that with an open gasp from both the nut was inserted. “'Incest,' repeated Monsieur Piedmont, as if he were evaluating the word rather than actually indulging in the act. “'Yes, Papa,' repeated the wanton girl, for not having heard the word before she assumed, not without some reason in the circumstances, that it was an expression of pleasure. Doing as she thought was right, she parted her lips and slithered her tongue within his mouth, making him quiver with unutterable delight as the fervent, velvety tip met his own. To Monsieur Piedmont, the sultry lips of his daughter's quim, already clamped with amourous pleading around the knob of his big, veined tool, now seemed to be drawing him in. Inch by inch the elastic, silky walls of Bianca's lovenest parted to admit his awesome tool. Her arms coiled about his neck, her perfumed breath panting to his own. Raising both stockinged legs as Cesar had taught her to, Bianca crossed them tightly about her father's waist and with a little jerk of her hot bottom brought him finally to sheathe his prick fully in her. “In such moments, even the most mild-tongued of men tend to become so over-excited that all manner of unbidden words come to their lips. The pressure of his daughter's legs was demanding indeed. Her saliva, seeping into his mouth from her luring tongue, tasted as nectar and her belly rippled with pleasure beneath his own. With a helpless gasp, Monsieur Piedmont felt his embedded cock tingling and throbbing as never before, so sweetly clasped was it by the walls of her pussy.

“'You… you bitch! D… d… divine little witch!' he uttered passionately. “Bianca, who would hear such words spoken to her in moments of hot desire many times in the years to come, laughed throatily into his mouth for her own pleasure and excitement were so intense that she could not help herself and surrendered utterly to the moment. “'You naughty Daddy,' she gurgled in response, her eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones. “A deep groan escaped her sire, who knew he was deeply in sin but could not help himself, so luscious were the sensations of their most intimate embrace. Snorting against the ivory column of his daughter's slender neck, he began to pump her slowly, causing the most dreamy expression to come over Bianca's face. No longer did she kiss him but turned her face on the pillow and simply rocked her bottom back and forth in rhythm with his own fine thrusts, his balls smacking beneath her orb with every stroke. “'Dear sweet my love, I am fucking you,' choked he in utter disbelief and all in one long breath.

“'Mmmmmm…' hummed Bianca pleasurably, and thus affording him no doubt whatever that she was enjoying the forbidden fruit upon which her ardent cunny was gently sucking. “So the incestuous bout proceeded, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but ever rising upwards to the desired peak which both now in their careless lusting sought.

Their tongues again met, moving more freely and lasciviously in each other's mouth. Sliding her legs down and parting them wide, Bianca dug her heels into the quilt. Her bottom urged frenetically back and forth, slipping and sliding upon the soft surface beneath her as the big piston of flesh pumped back and forth, ever nosing up to the root and then drawing out again. “'D… d… do it to me, Papa-come on!' she moaned and clawed his back impatiently, for she wanted nothing more now than to feel her father's sperm gushing up his throbbing tube to expel its liquid treasures within her. Hearing him then pant the more and feeling him work his cock in her more vigourously, Bianca clasped her arms about his shoulders possessively, delighted to have discovered that his big penis was no less doughty than that of Cesar. “Even so-and curious indeed is human nature- some spasm of remorse seized Monsieur Piedmont then. Several times he had felt his nubile daughter crinkle her own tribute around his embedded cock and, now on the very point of coming himself, he withdrew his steaming tool from its clinging abode and with a profound utterance of longing groans expended the first shoots of his come upon her belly, this causing Bianca (for one is bound to tell the truth) to utter plaintively enough her disappointment. “'Oh-ho-no, Papa-oh, you have wasted it!' she wailed and felt her tummy wet and all bedewed. “'I d… d… did not dare, my pet-I know not why,' quivered her Papa while fresh spoutings from his cock flooded over her silken skin. “'You s… s… silly! Oh, you will next time- you will?' she mewed and rubbed herself up against him luringly, at which moment alas her Mama's voice was heard from below calling her errant husband to account. “'Bianca my precious, oh, my love!' uttered Monsieur Piedmont somewhat incoherently. Despite the expenditure of his sperm, he longed to delve his cock up into her nest again, but for the nonce he was put to unseemly haste and rose up from her while Bianca's hooded eyes noted with interest the thick pearls of come that dripped still from his prick. His legs quivering not a little in the aftermath of their torrid bout, her Papa hastily repaired himself, replaced his belt and stumbled to the door. “'You will next time, Papa-you will?' insisted Bianca drowsily, still lying with her legs apart. For though she had come several times herself she had wanted to receive the male emission which she judged to be a maiden's due.

“'Ah yes, ah yes,' responded he. Completely bewildered and bewitched, yet thrilled to the very core of his being, Monsieur Piedmont opened his daughters bedroom door rather hazily and knew himself to be in an entirely new world from that which he had inhabited little more than half an hour before.” Oh, my goodness, Ethel, I dare write no more! It has taken me a full hour to set this down for you, and I confess that I have played with myself a lot while writing it and so delayed the passage of my pen! After your own little revelations, dear, I feel sure that you will now find yourself similarly occupied! So forgive me if I do not add any more news and gossip, though there is sufficient of that, too. I shall be late for Madam's soiree now and will surely feel the birch across my bottom! In much haste and with many kisses (everywhere!).

Your Loving Blanche

Editor's Note:

At this point we turn-I trust not to the disappointment or inconvenience of the reader-to comb other epistles which were or had been written at this time. It was not many weeks after the date of Blanches last letter that a certain personage made himself present at Madam's establishment, he being what we would nowadays call a School Inspector. French law required such official visits to be made once every two years at least to private educational establishments. Madam's had not long reached that anniversary, but-as we shall see-that remarkable lady was perfectly able to deal with such an intrusion. The following letter is from her to an obviously very intimate friend.

My dear Henri,

I have the most amusing news to Convey to you, but pray-as you have always done before-hide this letter from the view of all eyes save your own and those of your adorable wife. Two weeks ago I received a most pompous letter from the Department of Education advising me of a forthcoming visit by an Inspector, which news, of course, put the girls all a-flutter.

Immediately this intelligence reached me, I of course took such precautions as I thought necessary and had put away in the safest places all our naughty books and such illustrations as you and dear Antoinette have oftimes seen-thereafter indulging before my very eyes in some of the postures while I myself was being attended to in like wise by Raphael. Enough however of such reminiscences, for we shall soon enough again be enjoying the realities when I bring one of my pupils to visit you both. I shall not tell you which one and so you will be kept in glorious suspense at the thought of initiating her between you both. It was but yesterday that the Inspector, a certain Monsieur Delfond, made his presence felt. Finding him a man in middle years with a fussy though not too sombre air, I received him graciously in my sitting room, which he took to be my study and so was quite bemused with the air of luxury it affords as equally he was taken with the fine wine I dispensed. Even so, he remembered his duties quickly enough, went through the register of pupils-observing with some curiosity as he did that the majority come from England-and then expressed a desire to tour the establishment. Being as well prepared as I was, and all the girls in knowledge of his presence and well rehearsed, he found nothing in the first instance but several groups of demure and most properly attired young ladies in various rooms intent on their studies. All of course gave him the shyest of looks, though not forgetting to flutter their eyelashes at him in a mildly coquettish manner, which I felt happily certain had drawn his interest. That may explain perhaps why he listened to a reading by several of the girls of some rather dull passages from Lamartine's works, nodding as he did from time to time as though to say that he himself was a master of classical literature! Having guided him similarly to two other groups of girls, I then advised him that the last were to be found doing their physical exercises in the gymnasium.