Anonymous - Aphrodizzia

And he a son of one of England's rising statesmen! Let us not forget, Jack, that such an Austrian girl as Elke is too ignorant to revere the proprieties of our established order. Moreover, can you truly feel the least unease when you have such a moralist as Dr. Thwackum on your side? Mark my word, Jack, the good doctor is nowhere near the apogee of his career. We shall see him yet as headmaster of Eton or Harrow, or at any rate the leader of one of England's very greatest schools. All the same, dear Jack, it is only right to tell you that Lord Frederick arrived here two days ago and at once concurred in your view that stern morality has also a dangerous edge to it. The ignorant populace is not always apt to perceive the great unselfish worth of such moral philosophers as you. As Lord Fred quite truly observes, you should remember what happened to Socrates. That being so, his lordships advice is plain. Your sense of duty and your fine scruples must shine as a beacon to the world. All the same, he suggests you should get out while you still can. As for the matter of the island estate, the lease is yours at once. Lord Fred sees no problem in transporting a few of your more select pupils there.

Indeed, dear Jack, I may be shortly obliged to avail myself of a similar offer. The truth is that certain of the servants here have glimpsed my morning supervision of Julia and Natasha on the marble table and have put the most unwarranted construction upon it. What use is it to talk of cleanliness and decency when the wind of scandal blows? It is plainly best to avail myself of Jacks offer, taking my four girls with me-for I will not leave Sonja and Petra-before the time comes when the two young pupils return home and talk. Yet I do not write, dear Jack, merely to convey such admonitions to you. All shall be ordered, have no fear. Lord Fred and I will precede you to that estate whose location it would be imprudent of me to name in this letter. In a few weeks time, expect to receive further instructions. A certain elegant steam-yacht is to be chartered to take you and your chosen girls on a cruise of the Sussex coast. Do not be alarmed when it puts about, heading out to sea and making for those warmer climes!

Now, you know Lord Fred and I better than to imagine that we have been sitting here in the Villa Anna with long faces and anxious thoughts. All has been arranged! Let us be merry! And so we have been.

Lord Fred is attended by his two servants, Karl and Otto, strapping gentlemen of thirty-five or so. I could not bear to leave my dear villa-which is now to be sold-without some little celebration. It is so delightful here in August, the warm sun on the placid lake, the towers and battlements of imperial castles among the trees of the far shore. The Crown Prince himself has not been able to bear leaving his charming lodge this year. So Lord Frederick and I planned a celebration. It was to be a final and stupendous orgy before my departure from the Villa Anna. What should we do? We chose and rejected until it seemed that we had exhausted the possibilities. Then Lord Fred smiled. “Let us arrange a honeymoon-night, Dolly. Let it be for Sonja and Petra. Sonja renounced the penis some time ago.

Petra has rarely had one. Let us have a nuptial night in which they are the brides and my two strapping fellows the grooms. We shall require Julia and Natasha to be the brides' attendants, opening the way into the cunts for the pricks, parting the brides' arse-halves for the tools. Only think, Dolly, how greatly it will add to the education of those two young pupils as well. And, best of all, let us insist that the night of honeymoon passion takes place under our eyes and that we enjoy the sight of everything which transpires.” I saw at once, Jack, that this was the celebration we needed. Though Sonja is twenty-two and has had a man between her legs, she has never been properly broken in to the prick. Petra has had no more than a casual fuck or two in the course of her eighteen years. Karl and Otto are fine fellows and remarkably well-hung. They are not men to be put off by girlish protests or maiden squeals, when they know that these are intended only to urge them on. We laid our plan for last night, informing the girls in the morning of what would be expected of them.

You may easily believe that we had no difficulty in persuading Karl and Otto to play the part of lusty bridegrooms. Lord Frederick insisted that the two attendants, Natasha and Julia, must also undergo a certain amount of stripping. He took them into his room and undressed them with his own hands until they wore only the skimpy white dress of breast-halters, tight-fitting briefs and ankle-socks.

Two of my stalwart maids took Sonja and Petra into their attiring-room. They speedily undressed twenty-two-year-old Sonja first, removing her short turquoise skirt, pink blouse and white ankle-boots. They brushed her shock of dark curls and smiled at the round wonderment of her sun-browned face and blue eyes. Sonja's lithe and trimly-muscled young body has been toasted golden brown by her bathing in the sun. To contrast its warmth, they dressed her in white translucent silk. A short bodice fitted tightly over her upper parts, with breast-cups through which one could see the pink cherries of her tits. They selected as Sonja's panties a pair of tight slinky briefs in the same translucent white silk. Her honeymoon dress consisted of a skirt of white silk in the simplest design. It had two tails of cloth, one hanging down at the front and the other behind her, each dangling separately from the waist-belt. Natasha, our little blonde in the schoolgirl knickers, would bear the train, holding it so that Sonja's bare brown legs and the tight silk panties were seen as she walked. Sonja surrendered herself to all this with some looks of apprehension but without offering resistance. Of the two girls who were to enjoy a night of impalement, it was she who was the more amenable. Even in the photographer's establishment, it was Sonja who served the customers with a willing smile, while Petra did her duty with a more surly and impatient air. The difference between them was no less evident now. It was time for the two stalwart women to come for eighteen-year-old Petra with shoulder length flaxen hair and slim sun-browned body. The somewhat harder features of Petra's fair-skinned face enabled her to put on a more rebellious and resentful air than Sonja had done. Now whoever heard of such a thing on a honeymoon night? It was enough for the two women to lead Petra past the saddlery room, to show her the training-whips while they patted the seat of her blue denim skirt significantly, to fondle the little steel marker so conveniently easy to heat in the brazier coals. A finger tickling between the slim cheeks of Petra's bottom or slender thighs left no doubt of the intended destination. So it was, with a true bride's reluctance at first, that Petra submitted to her costuming. They stripped off the young blonde's singlet and her denim skirt, her panties and other clothes. She was dressed as Sonja had been-with one exception. Do you recall, Jack, how the romancer sans pareil, the author of Mademoiselle de Maupin talks of silk and skin? The great man is adamant that blond beauty requires black silk.

Accordingly, Petra was to be dressed in tight translucent bodice of thin black silk, her paler beauty visible through it. By contrast with her more lightly sunkissed waist and thighs, black panties smoothly encased Petra's arse-cheeks and loins. Our young pupil Julia was to bear her train, the elder schoolgirl attending the younger bride with little more than two years between them. Julia, of course, still cultivates her spiky crop of dark hair whose shortness appears to give a fuller and rounder look to her rather foolish young face. To begin the evenings festivities a fine dinner was served on the terrace of the villa, where it looks upon the Italianate gardens and the lake.