Anonymous

Julie

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Editor's Note:

The pensionnat de demoiselles-or educational establishment for young ladies-from whence a number of the letters herein originated was sited just outside the ancient town of St-Germain-en-Laye which lies above the west bank of the Seine and obtains fine views of Paris. It was here that Henry IV built a magnificent chateau which nowadays draws many Continental visitors. That particular edifice was, however, patently of far less interest to the young ladies here involved than the one in which they were to receive some extremely unconventional education. It was obvious, to the Editor at least, from the ensuing correspondence that letters both written from the pensionnat and those received there were passed around among the most intimate of acquaintances. Hence much more was known between these bold young things than perhaps should have been, though the Editor does not wish to moralise in the matter and merely presents the epistles as they were written. The letters being printed in chronological order, the first is one from the Hon. Miss Blanche Fairfax Henderson to her closest friend in England, Miss Ethel Minster. One has no cause to doubt that both were of approximately the same age.

My dearest Ethel, I promised to write and tell you about my new school life here, and now I have had ten days of it and can give you a fair idea of what it is like. To begin with, it is about as unlike Mrs. Walter's establishment in Colchester as anything you can possibly imagine! There, as you remember all too well, we were kept grinding away at History and Geography and dull things of that kind. Did we not wear the dowdiest of clothes? How awful it was! The only thing I feel grateful to her for was her insistence that our corsets were always tightly laced, for I grew used to it as you did, and find that it is the same here. The Principal here, or “Madam” as we have to call her, is a handsome woman of about thirty-five, exquisitely dressed in the height of fashion and in such a way as to show off her superb figure. As soon as she learned that Papa is willing to spend almost any amount on me, she immediately carried me off to have me fitted out in the latest Parisienne style. Gone are my old brown, blue or black gowns, gone are my nasty old brown stockings (though all new, I confess, but I did not like them) and my plain shoes-all of which dear Mama insisted that I have, of course.

Madam was delighted to find that I was able to wear the smallest of corsets. She remarked upon the alluring curves of my hips as soon as I donned a small lacy one. Oh, how I wished you here to have tried one on as well! For stockings I purchased half a dozen pairs of black, blue and white-all delightfully patterned and of such sheer silk that I could not help but stand and gaze at my legs which looked quite transformed. My several dresses that I then purchased with her at a couturier's were more low-bodiced than Mama would ever allow and, would you believe, allow half of my breasts to show! As to boots and shoes, I can hardly describe them to you, being made of the finest and most supple leather with pointed toes and heels quite three inches tall. My hair was curled in the latest style by a most elegant and handsome male coiffeur, and all surmounted with a fashionable picture hat with a gauzy veil. Madam explained to me as we returned in a much-laden carriage that she intended to treat me as a senior pupil and would give me a bedroom on the upper floor where the five other senior girls slept. On Sunday afternoon we went out for a walk-that is to say Madam and I and my five new friends (though none as sweet as you!), and I was very occupied in looking at the costumes worn by the lady bicyclists. Many of the so-called knickerbocker costumes are so tight as to be positively indecent. However, those with voluptuous figures seem to think nothing of displaying themselves in this way and I observed that Madam was literally feasting her eyes on the bicyclists' wickedly revealed bottoms that looked so round and appetising! One of the girls whispered to me during our perambulations that the reason why bicycling has become so popular with the ladies is that the front point of the saddle creates a delicious friction between one's legs as you work your feet round and round on the pedals, and indeed I noticed one young lady looking very flushed as her feet worked faster. I am sure the naughty girl had a very moist pussy by then! Little did I know that I was to enjoy an even better “feeling” that evening, for as soon as I settled down in the “dorm” the other girls came in and asked me whether I had heard of their “Society of Lesbos.” At first I did not twig, I must say, and my expression told them so for they laughed. Which reminds me to tell you that almost all the girls here are English, and I realise why, for in view of what we “learn” I think it would be somewhat indiscreet for them to be closer to home where their Mamas and Aunts and others might prove too inquiring! Saying that I was willing to learn about their Society, I was told to get ready for bed just wearing my nightgown only and that they would all return in a little while. Of course I adore mysteries and so I was only too willing to comply for I knew I had nothing to fear from them. Madam does not allow any pranks here and is constantly alert for them. When they did return some fifteen minutes later- and I all of a wonder, as you can imagine-one of them locked the door and then all slipped off their peignoirs and revealed themselves completely naked except for the fact that each was wearing the most saucy patterned black stockings with tight rosetted garters which are very much a la mode here for they keep one's stockings taut and neat and so give the legs the most shapely lines.

One of the girls, whose name is Bertha-a most beautiful brunette with large round titties and a thick matt of dark curls around her quim-then approached me and gently removed my nightgown. Oh dear, Ethel, I have never used the word “quim” to you before but have learned it here! It means “pussy,” of course, but is preferred among the girls. As one said, it has a nice, tight, soft sound! So you see how wicked I am becoming-though really no more so than I have been with you. Immediately they saw me naked, their compliments were most flattering. “Her tummy is like a gentle slope of polished marble,” said one. “Did you ever see such exquisite, voluptuous thighs?” “Yes-and look at that adorable quim between them!”

“What pretty coral lips it has, and such a soft curling fringe of silky hairs!” All this being said and their words of praise raining upon me, I was made to lie back on my bed and my legs drawn slowly apart. I must confess to you that I felt a little tremulous at this, but thought it best to submit. The sight and nearness of five such lovely naked bodies around me and brushing against me made me feel terribly excited. “Now, darling,” said Bertha bending over me and kissing me full on the mouth, “keep your beautiful legs wide open and you will have the first of many naughty adventures that you are going to enjoy both with us and with some of our male admirers.”

Oh goodness, I could hardly believe such a thing, but even as she spoke Bertha slithered her warm tongue between my lips, sending delicious shivers through me. I felt its tip tickling and caressing that of my own in such a sensuous manner that I was soon ready for anything. Meanwhile, two of the other girls each bent over me and took one of my rosy nipples between her lips and commenced to suck upon them until they rose rigid with pleasure. I sighed my pleasure into Bertha's mouth and wound my arms around her neck as our tongues entwined. At that she began to roll me slowly over on to my hip whereat some very inquisitive hand began to explore the plump half-moons of my bottom, one forefinger caressing me so beguilingly there that I increased the flicking motion of my tongue around Bertha's. That pretty brunette was obviously delighted with my response for, as she later said to me, some new girls required to be seduced much more slowly and even sometimes fought a little, which gave an extra pleasure to her lovely conquerors once she was finally brought to submission. Now, however, I felt the disappointment of Bertha's lips leaving my own, but this was only momentary for her real desires, as I quickly discovered, were centred elsewhere. With a murmur of pleasure, while the others continued to play their lips and fingers over me, Bertha flung herself to the foot of the bed and moved her face up between my open thighs. In another instant I felt her long and ardent tongue flicking steadily against my clitoris, which the heady excitement of my “seduction” had erected to a quivering point.

I squealed with pleasure and tightened my thighs against her cheeks as that wicked tongue began to snake within and explore the inner recesses of my quim. So much did it stimulate me, making my bottom squirm with delight, that I implored the kisses of one of the other girls upon my mouth. No sooner asked than being done, my bottom cheeks began to bounce up and down with increasing desire. The adulation of Bertha's tongue combined then with one of her fingers inserting itself in my slit and the other-oh, most naughtily!-teasing around the rim of my bottomhole. All of a sudden a beautiful fire began to glow in my belly. All my supple curves were yielded to them, my mouth being kissed and my nipples sucked, so that only one of the five stood idle, though happily watching! I sobbed and sobbed then with increasing desire into the mouth of the sweet girl whose tongue was between my lips. I writhed, I moaned. Bertha increased her divine ministrations. Her little finger even dared to invade my tight bottomhole! Then an exquisite feeling of release came upon me and I spurted a fine long spray of “love's liquour” into Bertha's mouth, then slumped in a near-swoon of delight. When at last I “came to,” I was showered with kisses and congratulations by the girls who declared that the lasciviousness of my hips and the voluptuous contortions of my body had marked me out as a true member of their Society and that I was undoubtedly endowed by Nature to appreciate to the full the joys of sensuality. Recovering slowly as I did in a pink haze of pleasure, I begged Bertha to allow me to do to her what she had so blissfully done to me. In a moment she had straddled my face, presenting the rolled lips of her luscious pussy to my mouth in such a manner that-blissfully “blinded” as I was-I had but to clasp her svelte hips and sidle my tongue up into her receptive slit. Her ripe bottom quite bumped upon my nose as I did that, but I knew it to be a token of her enjoyment as I twirled my tongue. While we were doing this, the other girls fell upon the adjoining beds and indulged themselves in a similar exercise so that the whole dormitory was filled with lovely juicy slurping sounds! I am sure that you must be surprised, dear Ethel, with all that I have written and the very naughty words I have been using, but I swear to you that there is such an untold pleasure, in it all that I must convey it to you as my dearest, sweetest friend. Do not be shocked with me, will you? As soon as I am home during the vacances, I shall long to take your drawers down and explore all your own treasures, I do promise you that!

Since that night I have been very much more popular with the other girls who at first most amusingly thought me “pious.” Now that they have made sure that I am ready to be as naughty as they, they have thrown off all constraint. They keep the most wicked drawings, photographs and books locked up in their cabinets, the like of which I never knew existed. Some of the girls also keep a collection of the letters they receive from male admirers, and one has the very, very naughtiest of epistles from an uncle of hers who sometimes visits here and comes to see her privately. But there-I shall have much more to tell you about all these things soon, and so I remain your dear and loving friend who prays to hear from you so that she may know she is forgiven for her naughtiness.

Blanche

Editor's Note:

It is frequently thought that young ladies of our time, and indeed, those of our charming letter writers, were prim in the extreme. One learns from this correspondence of course that this was by no means the case-and one is certain that it remains true. Blanche, Ethel and very many others were, as shall be seen, lively and vigourous young things whose pursuit of certain pleasures was no less than that of males, although it is to be suspected that one would never have known it to have met them casually. In Ethel's reply may be seen the beginnings of “quivering interest,” as it were

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My dearest Blanche

With what inquisitiveness and anticipation did I open your letter! Fortunate I was that Mama was not here when the postman arrived bearing an envelope with the very handwriting upon it that I had waited for. Papa was aware of its arrival, but no doubt thought it full of “silly stuff” and so did not ask me about its contents, which was extremely fortunate! Did it all really happen? Oh, you must tell me more! I was quite carried away, and so much so, I confess, that while I perused it lying on my bed I could not help but steal a hand up beneath my skirt to tickle myself a little. So you see, you are not the only naughty one! Alas, I cannot really reply in kind, for you know how dull life is here. Even so, I will confess that Cousin Edwin kissed me the other day upon the first landing when no one was about. I was much in a fluster that one of the servants-or worse, Papa or Mama-would ascend and discover us.

The naughty boy pushed me into a corner, and though I tried to twist my mouth away from his, he finally succeeded in capturing my lips which made me feel quite swoony. I begged him softly to desist, but he would not. Boldly then he pressed his leg between my own so that I actually felt his thigh rubbing against my pussy through my gown and drawers! Dear Blanche, I blushed and tried to press him back, but cornered as I was he had the advantage of me, said what a pretty thing I was and then had the greater temerity to feel my titties at which I cried out a little and he, being scared, ran into the bedroom he is using and closed the door. For myself, I could not move for a moment and felt quite dizzy. My titties had swollen and my nipples were hard.

I felt my cheeks flushed and had a naughty desire to rub myself between my legs. Had I but received and read your letter before, I might have let him continue to be libertine with me for a moment or two more, but in thinking on it I do realise that you were enjoying yourself with girls, whereas with a man it is more than merely naughty, is it not? Perhaps you will be my adviser now-who knows! Did I do wrong to let him feel my breasts? The naughty boy said, “Oh, your lovely tits!”, the while he kissed me, which at that moment then I thought was very rude. Even so I cannot wait the long weeks for your return, however brief. I would love to kiss you properly now, dearest Blanche, and let you feel inside my drawers. How naughty we shall be, but what exciting fun! I remember once when you were trying on a gown of mine and stood in petticoat and stockings, I thought how nice your bottom looked and dearly wanted then to feel it-did not dare to say so, though! You see, you are more than forgiven. Indeed, I cannot contain myself for the sight of your next letter. Do hasten it, I beg you, for my poor head twirls. I try to think of more and more naughty things you girls can do, but my silly imagination is not up to it. To be sure, I think myself so ignorant now regarding all these things. If you were here now, we could take all our clothes off and lie in bed naked together with our fingers in each others quims (what a lovely word that is!) and you could tell me all, and all again. Write soon, write soon, for I shall die to know! Your adoring ethel my darling Ethel, What a dear surprise your letter was! How thrilled I was to learn of your first exploits, but I must tell you very quickly (for I fear that if I do not write it down now I shall hesitate to do so) that one may be as equally naughty with men as with girls-or yes, even lovely ladies! You see, I had better explain that we do no real “lessons” here, by which I mean that the only commonplaces of education we must sustain are to improve our French and similarly to improve our writing styles in English. Madam is very insistent in elegance in all things, even down to prose.

French in particular is very important for reading many of the delicious books that are almost too naughty to translate into our own tongue, although Madam says that this must be one of our exercises!

Additionally we have music, dancing, and physical exercises, for it is paramount (the word that Madam uses) to develop our figures to the full. As you know, it is a very expensive establishment and limited only to a dozen girls whose fondest parents wish for them a complete education. I am sure, of course, that dear Mama is unaware that naughtiness is part of our curriculum, and never will. One must be discreet, as Madam says, and always gives a little wink and rolls her hips whenever she says it! We are called at 8.30 each morning by maids who bring us cups of steaming coffee or chocolate with small croissants, butter and a little marmalade, which Madam kindly imports from home. After this we get up in pairs and go to one of the three bathrooms. The baths are big enough for two girls at a time and are surrounded by tall mirrors so that we can see ourselves reflected from every angle. Since my “seduction” I enjoy it immensely, for I and my companion of the morning intertwine our limbs in the warm, perfumed water and watch the reflections of our lascivious postures in the mirrors. It is important, Madam says, that we should see how gracefully we move our limbs, thrust out our bottoms and keep our titties raised. Many of the girls-including of course Bertha-tell me the most excitingly improper stories when we are ensconced thus in the bath, when, of course, our lips and fingers soon begin to play with one another. After bathing and having a full breakfast, we are allowed to wear only our gown, stockings and shoes, with nothing else whatever beneath, for Madam insists that this encourages the most important of our curves to grow and-as she says-fulfill themselves. We linger around chatting until midday when we have a light meal and then gather in her private sitting room, which is very luxurious and commodious. There we always find her as enticingly undepressed as we.

Our French lessons begin then, and these consist mainly of reading aloud in turn from some novel of a very spicy kind, after which we discuss and ask about the words and phrases that are foreign to us. Madam does everything to encourage this, then sets us to our exercise books and our translations of the most sensuous passages from the novels. Finally, before dinner, we are allowed to walk around the town. I must say that, dressed so lightly and so tightly as we are, we draw the most lustful glances from the men as we go by. The naughty words, “What a bottom!” are frequently heard in French. So cunningly are our dresses fashioned that our titties bounce inside them as we walk! On our return we practise our physical exercises in very tight and revealing costumes, or do a little music and then dance. It is only we older girls-the six of us-who have the privilege of later dinner with Madam. Saturday evenings in particular are a very special occasion for then we arrive in her sitting room wearing cloaks which, as soon as the door is closed, we discard, revealing our very exclusive gowns which display our breasts to just below our nipples, and the hems of which come an inch or two above our stocking tops, to all effect like very brief chemises! This, as Madam says, is to encourage us not to be shy in any circumstances with men, whoever they may be, provided that their admiration for our charms might immediately or at some future time be to our advantage.

Immediately we seat ourselves, the sliding up of our skirts reveals the most alluring of sights and, during our story-telling and novel-reading hour, many are the longing glances thrown at Madam's superb figure, her long milky thighs revealed as boldly as our own.

Occasionally I have heard her sigh and part her legs most provocatively when one of the girls told a really naughty tale, which-by the way-we must always do in French since it sounds much more elegant and by no means as crude as when uttered in our own plain Anglo-Saxon. This reminds me to tell you about a book that we senior girls are reading with Madam and which is called Le Demi-Monde des Jeunes Filles. I need not tell you that it is very rude and that the word demi-monde is one used to describe high-class ladies with the most erotic tastes who are sometimes even rewarded for their services!

In the case of this story, however, none of the ladies deign to receive other than costly gifts, which Madam says is every young lady's right in any event. But I see I am late for my next soiree with Madam so must hasten to finish now and will tell you more of this naughty story in my next. Have you been on the landing again with Cousin Edward?!

My fondest love,Blanche

Editor's Note:

In order to spare the reader an unbroken text, I have divided the letters much as chapters are arranged in other books. Ethel's reply follows immediately.

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My darling Blanche,

Your letters become ever more exciting and I pray they will continue to do so! What a pet you are to tell me all. I cherish every sentence that you write and cannot tell you how many times I have read your latest until I know most of it by heart. I am sure this can do me no harm at all and in fact will improve my education quite free of charge! I long to hear of the naughty novel you mentioned. Will you tell me all about it? I have never read one, as you know, nor even had sight of one (poor Mama would faint if she knew they even existed, I am sure), and so I am all agog to know what it will contain and if it really has some very naughty words in it. Alas, dear Edward departed shortly after I had written to you and made no other attempt to capture me, but only, I am sure, because he feared discovery. He looked at me most longingly several times. I did not know whether to be bold with my eyes or not and dearly needed your advice-or Madams! Already, however, you have awoken my inquisitiveness and I have benefited much therefrom. Indeed, I may even cock a snook at you, as they say, for you must believe me when I say that I have seen a man's THING! Until now I had only seen my younger brothers and that very limp and small when he has run into the bushes in the garden to piddle. Mama scolded me for looking, which of course made me want to do so all the more. That was three years ago, but now that Dick is sixteen I am sure it has grown bigger and for the reason I shall now tell you. Our valets name, as you know, is John, and quite a fine young man he is, though rather rough of tongue when below stairs, I hear. It happened that I ventured down to the pantry when Mama and Papa were out. I know not why I did save out of curiosity and was rewarded for my inquisitiveness. Fortunately, I had approached quietly along the passageway when I heard a sound as of a girl giggling. In truth it was Milly, the kitchen maid. She stood in the doorway with her back to the framework and John close upon her.

The wicked fellows hand was so far up under her skirt that I could see her knees so that I knew his fingers must be about her thighs, for his wrist was hidden underneath the folds. At that moment John was half turned away from me and fondling her, kissing her neck, while she was saying, “Oh, get off with you,” though did not mean it, I am sure, for her bottom moved most restlessly in a way that made her appear excited rather than put out. I, concealed in the shadow of an alcove which in turn is also partly hidden by a tall cupboard, saw all. What will you think of me when I say that amidst his amourous endeavours, John turned his body more towards me and from his opened trousers exhibited the most MONSTROUS thing, oh so long and thick and with a bulbous gleaming head-quite ten times the size of my brother's when I had last seen it! Amid his kissing-and he succeeded despite her giggles in capturing her mouth now and then-he attempted to place her fingers around it. Indeed, I Saw her distinctly touch it! You can imagine that I trembled all over at such a sight and would have given much to have seen more, for his thing was so upstanding and stiff that I could scarcely recognise it for the little limp thing I had seen of Dick's. I heard him then murmur to Milly to take hold of it and rub it, but she squirming all about would not, and then all was spoiled by the sudden calling of cook for Milly, who, poor girl, jumped and pushed and struggled and made her hurried way past into the pantry, pushing her skirt down as she went and leaving John all with his monster still displayed! At this, of course, I grew afeared that he might see me and huddled back into the shadows of the alcove. He, however, looked bemused and began to fumble with himself until with some effort he was able to tuck the big stiff thing back into his trousers. Cook's voice was heard again berating Milly for her absence, the which made John hurry away. Indeed, he passed me within two feet or so and I quiet as a tortoise, seeing the cloth of his trousers straining out! What big things men have-or are they not all the same? Oh, I could almost JUMP up and down with impatience at being so “h'ignorant” as our coachman, Jervis, often says of other servants! It was such a lovely, juicy one, Blanche, really, though I am sure you will think this a very feeble little tale in comparison with your own.

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.

Being beseeched then to raise her black-stockinged legs and wind them around the hips of her possessor, she did so while clasping her arms equally about his brawny shoulders. All then seemed to dissolve in her. The very room appeared to be fogged in a deep pink light as she felt herself sprinkling his tool again and again with the glorious outflooding of her come. “Feeling himself so anointed and being aware that he had discovered a treasure among treasures, Cesar then worked her even more manfully, uttering many obscene words in her warm, receptive ears until in turn the exquisite moment came upon him.

His powerful loins rippled, his tongue drove deep into Bianca's mouth.

Surging his pulsing weapon deep inside her receptive nest, he expelled such a powerful shoot of sperm as made her wriggle her bottom in delight and sob for more. Lost for words himself in his erotic delirium, Cesar could but grunt and moan as the now lustful young creature beneath him caused him to spout and spout again until the thick gruelly substance of his sperm seemed to flood the amourous cave of her cunny and run back in warm trickles down her thighs.” You can easily imagine, my dear Ethel, what an effect the reading and translating of such a tale had upon me! Even so, it was to take an even more wicked turn, as I shall now describe. After further delights between the pair, during which Cesar threaded her yet again, he took her in his carriage to the door of her house, still keeping both her mouth and her pussy well engaged as they jogged along the dark, deserted streets. Arranging then a further rendezvous with her, but ever counselling her to caution and to say nothing to anyone of their affair, he left the dear girl in a highly excited state-so much so indeed that her Mama (who much disapproved of her arriving home so late) was quick to notice signs of disarray in her attire, which is to say that two buttons of her corsage were still undone and that there was a high flush in her pretty cheeks. “As all young ladies know at some time or other”- so continued the writer-“it is one thing to enjoy high excitement and another to find oneself facing a suspicious Mama who knows exactly what signs of wantonness to look for. Being something of a martinet, Bianca's Mama soon drew from the tremulous and now momentarily subdued girl a little-though most certainly not all-of what had transpired that evening between herself and Cesar. Her righteous wrath being aroused (although she herself had done no less in the past), the father was then called down and informed of all, being instructed that he was to forthwith whip some prudence into the wayward girl. “Never having performed such a task before, Bianca's Papa was dubious in the extreme about doing so, but under the urging of his wife he took his daughter's arm and led her sternly upstairs. Reaching her pretty boudoir, he closed the door and gruffly instructed Bianca to prepare herself for the score of strokes demanded by her Mama. Her eyes moist with tears which arose from a mixture of emotions-and not least those which Cesar had aroused-his daughter positioned herself dutifully upon her bed in a kneeling attitude, raised her skirt to her hips and then leaned forward on all fours-causing her fond Papa to blush to the roots of his hair.

“Now for the first time,” the text went on, “Monsieur Piedmont's gaze fell upon Bianca's shapely calves, the inviting swelling of her thighs which of course her black stockings perfectly enhanced. Above, these columns of bliss supported two globular hemispheres, which to his amazement were utterly naked. Such immediate evidence, which appeared to support all that his wife had suspected, cast Monsieur Piedmont into a spell of fury which even the adorable bulbing of his daughter's naked bottom did not dispel. Thereupon, removing his leather belt, he began to lay it in with some relish upon the quivering cheeks which soon assumed a shade of pink that rendered them even more appealing. “Biting her lip and even pushing up her exquisite derriere quite bravely to the splatting sweeps of the leather, Bianca let not a sound escape her, for her pride was great.

Curiously enough this affected her Papa, who wished to hear her squeal. At the seventh or eighth stroke, however, an equally strange transformation made itself felt in the girl. Her hips began to writhe in the most sensuous fashion and her lovely face-being in great part hidden by the clouding of her hair about it-assumed a dreamy look.

“A sweet, warm sensation not unlike that which she had experienced on Cesar's bed began to swim in her belly the more that her bottom cheeks absorbed the swathing heat of the strap. On all fours as she was, Bianca clutched at the bedcover and screwed up her eyes. Spreading her legs a trifle wider, she began to emit soft, appealing moans that mingled with the cracking sound of the leather as it coursed across her wriggling orb. “As we have said, Monsieur Piedmont was a novice in the art of tingling up a young lady's bottom, though by now he was discovering somewhat guiltily that there was a considerable pleasure in the act. This-however warming to his heart and creating a certain tingling in his loins-was yet the least of the sensations now aroused in him, for not only did he view the attractive strawberry hue of his daughters once snow-white nether cheeks-not only did his eyes linger more in the enticing crevice formed by the inrolling of her hemispheres-but with the wider parting of Bianca's legs he gained as well a heart-thudding view of her saucy quim, which lay nested with its rolled lips coyly half-hidden in a bosquet of curls. “For a moment Bianca's Papa strapped her even harder, causing her to wince a little and to tighten her bottom all the more.

Even so, amidst the heat whose long tongues seemed to invade her every crevice, and even despite the mist of tears across her lovely eyes, Bianca felt the blissful approach of her spendings. 'hoo-hooo!,' she moaned aloud, whereat Monsieur Piedmont-fearful that he had overdone the strokes and now in great part hypnotised by the secret visions vouchsafed to him-caused the strap to sweep much more lightly across Bianca's rosy orb, the which she received with a mewing of pleasure and found herself once more moistly wafted into Paradise.

“'Oooooh-oh, Papa!' sobbed she. Then, straightening her legs back so that the sharp heel of one of her shoes actually struck Monsieur Piedmonts shin, Bianca slumped down on to her belly and rubbed her pussy furiously upon the quilt before lying still. So still indeed was she thereafter, and with but her eyelashes fluttering, that her Papa grew fearful she might have fainted and rolled his daughter over on to her back. “Alas or not, as Bianca now found herself in a second immodest posture with her stockinged legs apart and her bush well displayed, so in turn Monsieur Piedmont quite unwittingly caused himself to be exposed in turn. In bending over her, his trousers-lacking the support of his belt-sagged down to his knees.

Thus in her position immediately beneath him, and gazing up under his shirt, Bianca found her vision filled by his pendant balls and a large penis, which in the last few moments had become so turgid with emotion that its size was already doubled. “'Dear heavens!' croaked Monsieur Piedmont, for the privacy with which they were fortunately endowed and the utter wantonness of Bianca's display caused his penis to erect itself fully, making the front of his shirt billow forward.

Perceiving even more then of this unintended parental offering, and observing how thick and veined the gross stem was, Bianca writhed, her hips and-digging the heels on her shoes into the carpet so that she might not slip on to the floor-gazed up at him with such a look of passion as her Papa could scarce believe. “'D… d… dear Papa!' choked she and squirmed her hot cheeks all the more upon the quilt while offering him her most beseeching look. “'My little pet, I have hurt you,' exclaimed Monsieur Piedmont for want of anything better to say as his trousers-with no reluctance whatever-slid further down to his ankles. “At this point, it most be confessed, Bianca's thoughts were equally in turmoil. Just as devils haunt the corners of all our minds, so in that moment she seemed once more to hear the wicked Cesar asking her, 'How many cocks are you going to have in this hot little cunt of yours, my pet?' A trilling sob escaped her then, for she knew she was about to be much naughtier than she had even been with Cesar. “'My b… b… bottom is hot, Papa,' she whimpered and reached up one arm as though to take his hand in order that she might rise. Instead, however- and with all the appearance of an accidental fumbling with the hem of her father's shirt-Bianca took hold of that which she had never even thought to see. In so doing, the movement of her wrist raised the front of Monsieur Piedmont's shirt whereat he experienced not only the sight but also the extreme pleasure of his daughter's fingers being coiled warmly around his erect and throbbing member. “'My darling!' choked he. “'Oh, Papa!' responded Bianca, who nevertheless did not relax her grip and thrilled to feel the pulsing rod of flesh which her slim fingers could by no means fully encircle. Half closing her eyes, she clung to her new possession much like a child with a plaything while a dazed and excited Monsieur Piedmont solicitously raised both her stockinged legs and turned her about so that she lay full upon the bed with her head on her pillow, so drawing him forward with her by means of her demanding grip that in a trice he found himself couched between her shapely legs. “'It is incest, my love,' he murmured throatily as though to explain, to accuse himself and to offer himself pardon all in the same moment. Then with an insensate thrill such as seemed to inject molten lava into the veins of both, the rubicund crest of his stiff cock nudged the pouting lips of his daughter's honey-pot.

“'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

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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.

Much as he endeavoured to appear learnedly interested in this news, I observed his eyes flickering not a little at my murmured hesitation that in allowing him to view them he would find them in a certain state of light undress- such as gave freedom to their limbs, as I put it. “I do not wish to offend your modesty, sir, nor theirs,” said I while even so turning the handle of the door which leads into the exercise room. Opening it a foot or so, I allowed him to peep within, at which his cheeks grew slightly flushed! For the occasion I had attired Blanche, Julie and three others in what are styled Grecian robes, which is to say that they are light and gauzy in the extreme and permitted his eyes to feast upon their thighs, the lilting of their breasts beneath the almost transparent veils, and their undoubtedly most fetching knickered bottoms. Indeed, he gulped, the while that I opened the door more. At this juncture-and I having well arranged the thing-Sylvia, who is one of my more promising pupils, came upon the scene from along the corridor and advised me that I was required urgently at the entrance by an enquirer.

“Monsieur, you will forgive me, for I must to my duties. Pray go within and see for yourself how excellently the young ladies comport themselves,” I said, at which his face assumed an even pinker hue which I affected not to notice and departed in company with Sylvia, who was naturally perfectly in the picture and knew of no other visitor whatever. Hearing the door to the exercise room close, we then quietly retraced our steps and entered an adjoining room, where, as you know, I have had the good sense to create several small apertures in the wall through which one may peep. These have benefited a number of discreet gentlemen who have entered the house quietly, and now they much benefited me. Little did the Inspector, who now stood open-eyed in the long exercise room, know his fate-nor that Blanche had been promised her first sight of an erect penis! I did not doubt that Monsieur Delfond would soon have one since the girls' only attire beneath their gauzy robes were their frilly drawers, which had been purposely loosened at the waist so that with every jump and twist they slid lower and lower! Blanche's were the first to descend fully, and the artful minx so arranged matters as to find herself in close proximity to the Inspector as they descended to her ankles, whereat his eyes all but popped out of his head. Blanche, I should say, is well endowed in all respects. Her titties are full and rosy-nippled, her belly is sleek and has just the slightest curve, which gives an attractive female such a voluptuous air. Her legs-oh, what long and lovely legs she has! Her thighs are columns of ivory bliss, dear Henri, and will soon fall victim to your own and to Antoinette's artful tongue. Between them, at their juncture, nests her cunt, which is well-furred for her age, plumping up its proud curls all around to form an enticing mound. “Oh, Monsieur, pray assist me!” gasped Blanche, falling against him in such wise that her belly pressed to his and her firm pumpkins wobbled to his chest. “I shall f… f… fall if I try to pull my drawers up now! Oh, girls, go out please while the Monsieur assists me!” I had warned the girls not to giggle at this, though several were on the point of doing so. Indeed, so well disciplined are they that scarce a glance went the way of the seemingly enlaced pair as they demurely and swiftly went to the door and passed beyond, closing it behind them. Thus left with her prey-if such he may be called-Blanche managed to blush very prettily. One must remember after all that this was her first “engagement”! “Please assist me, but I will turn my back on you in all modesty,” she declared winningly and then turned cautiously about with her ankles still somewhat trapped. Her robe flapped gently as she did so, and one could not help but remark the superb development of her bottom, which is exactly at that stage that most gentlemen admire, which is to say that it retains its girlish chubbiness while giving the full promise of maturing female bliss. No sooner in fact did Monsieur Delmond so perceive it, orbed before his very eyes, than a considerable protuberance appeared at the front of his trousers which gave no doubt to his state of virility. This of course Blanche did not perceive since she now had her back to him. “Ass… ass… assist you?” he stammered. “Please, yes, will you bend and draw them up while I raise my robe? It will take but seconds and then the other girls may return,” replied Blanche glibly. In what state of mind that gentleman took this invitation one will never know, for it was uttered in such perfect innocence that I do not doubt that his cock quivered all the more! I have frequently told my girls that an air of girlish innocence combined with a fetching state of dishabille is the surest way to bring a prick up to its most hopeful stance, and so it was then.

With something of a grunt and a groan-perhaps even a hint of a sigh!-Monsieur Delfond fell to his knees behind the entrancing girl in the very moment that she commenced to raise her robe. With what delicacy and apparent hesitancy she did so! Were I to award gold medals, Blanche would certainly have one! First her calves were revealed, then the sweet indipping of her knees, then her swelling thighs until at last (glory of glories!) her luscious orb was fully bared for his attention. Peeping through an adjacent aperture in the wall as she was, Sylvia uttered a little sigh which I doubted not stemmed from the fact that she does not share the same dormitory as Blanche, but would dearly wish to. Making a mental note that the two must be brought together privately as amourously as possible, I passed my nearest hand up beneath the attractive girl's skirt and fondled her own warm derriere, much to her delight, for she wriggled it in order to accommodate my enquiring fingers the better! What a perfect pleasure it is, as we well know between us, to toy amourously with a companion while viewing the indiscreet pleasures of others! “Bend forward a little, my dear,” now murmured Monsieur Delfond huskily.

“Yes, sir,” replied Blanche dutifully and, so doing, placed her hands upon her knees whereat, of course, her ardent bottom made immediate contact with the gentleman's nose, which found itself most happily, I am sure, pressed between her springy cheeks. Drawing then his face back, and one that was all aglow, the Inspector reached up and clasped Blanche's hips lightly as though bidding her be still, though Blanche was as a very nubile statue and in a most enticing pose. “You… you… you have, I believe, a speck of dirt on your b… b… bottom,” stammered he, inspecting in fact what is a perfectly sweet beauty spot situated most strategically on her right cheek close to her groove. “Oh! Please then remove it, if you will, before you pull my drawers up,” said Blanche, who was so naughtily displaying her pouting nest beneath her orb that but an extension of his tongue would have reached it. Monsieur, however, had other ideas, and such as emboldened me to nimbly untie the bows of Sylvia's drawers, which, drooping immediately to her knees, allowed me to finger both her orifices. Passing his hand cautiously around the front of Blanche's left thigh, Monsieur Delfond lowered his other to quickly free his member, which-my goodness!-was not of the very noblest but a good eight inches long and full in girth. Sylvia uttered an incautious little murmur upon seeing it, whereat I whispered to her not to utter a sound lest we be heard. His member now nakedly upstanding, the gentleman displayed his further opportunism now by licking all about Blanche's beauty spot (which he could have mistaken for no other than that) as if endeavouring to remove it.

“Ooooh-ah!” gasped that maiden, “has it g… g… gone, sir?”

“Not yet, my dear, it has slipped a little further in. Permit me.