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Jack and his German nymphs-Elke, a randy young Austrian girl-Her love of frisky stories-New antics with the boys of the neighbouring school for young gentlemen-Her wicked fun with Master Algernon-Algy trapped bending through a wooden beach-groin in bathing drawers-Elke's cruel amusements with him-Gingering-up Algy with a sting-fish in his pants-The remarkable effect on his young prick of the stings and Elke's lewd finger-The wheel of fate turns-Sixteen-year-old Elke caught bending-Her pants down for the schoolboys' lewd revenge-Left to her fate-English moralists outraged at her naked wantonness-Their resolve stiffened at the sight-Elke's impalement-Her first taste of a good old English birch! Dearest Dolly, I need hardly describe my delight in reading your latest letter.
The moral discipline which you have devised for Julia and Natasha is just what those two little minxes deserve! My only regret is that I dare not show the letter and share the amusement with even my closest friends. Not everyone would be as quick to congratulate you on your moral zeal as I shall be. Yet it would be a sin to destroy such a delightful account of the little bitches being trained to obedience.
Therefore I propose to lock it safely away with instructions to our friend Professor J- to publish this and the rest of the correspondence when circumstances permit.**He has now done so!-Editor. If I tell you that my adventures here with the German and Austrian girls are proving no less remarkable than yours, you may hold me guilty of exaggeration. Yet since I last wrote, there has occurred an incident which would have brought joy to the heart of Rabelais and wild mirth to the spirit of the Comte de Sade.
Perhaps you will more readily believe me if I tell you that it involves our sixteen-year-old Austrian pupil, Elke. As you well know, she is an eager little sensualist with no idea of morals in any sense of that word. You will easily recognise her from the photographs of the girls which accompany this letter. Elke is the one of medium height with the straight brown hair cut short at her collar, the insolently pouting mouth, the heart-shaped face with its high cheek-bones which forms an ideal setting for her sly hazel eyes.
The photograph does not, of course, show much of the little tart's conduct! Yet her disposition is clear to anyone who watches her walking down to the beach with a pair of leather jacketed German youths from a similar institution. Elke likes to show off her young figure in the tightly-stretched wool of a short black jumper and a pair of even tighter, though faded, riding-jeans of blue denim. The black wool clearly outlines the proud young shape of her breasts. From the rear, the tight denim shows an adolescent fullness, the ripe soft cheeks of Elke's backside. You think I am severe in my account of the girl, Dolly? You protest that she may be just a high-spirited teenager? Let me show you, by example, what her tastes are! As you know, I like to make the girls in my care study closely such accounts of English life as Master Miles's reformatory memoirs. Yet I take precaution that the more spirited adventures of Beatrice, Eveline, Birch in the Boudoir, Captain DeVane, Laura, or The Days at Florville, remain on the top shelf behind locks and wires, for fear they should make pretty maidens blush! The other night, long past the witching-hour, I was musing in my study when I heard the sound of a footfall in the corridor. Who was the nightwalker, creeping past so stealthily? You may be sure that I moved softly to spy upon the creature! Having turned out the light, I saw nothing at first but an obscure figure moving cautiously ahead of me. The door of the library opened and closed. Then the light was turned on in the room. I slipped out into the garden and along the path, knowing that this would give me an excellent view through the window of the library. Can you guess what I saw? No one would call Elke a studious girl. Yet there she was at her studies! As I watched, I saw her run her fingers along an upper shelf where I keep the key to my collection. Do not ask me how she knew where to find it, for I have no idea. Then, fetching a stool to stand upon, she stepped up, unlocked the doors of wire mesh, and took down a racy volume. To my delight, she came and sat in a leather chair with her back to the uncurtained window, so close that I could see quite clearly what she was reading. It was the Memoirs of the scapegrace Captain De-Vane. Do you recall, Dolly, how he took two girls from reformatory or finishing school on a voyage? Do you recall them? Sandra Williams the tomboy of fifteen with her appealing innocence, brown hair loose and lank to her shoulders, the muddy pallor of her skin, the quick smile and ready courtesy of her blue eyes? She was one of them. The younger girl was Linda Jennings, a sly, sensuous little blonde with a soft pale beauty, blue-eyed and with a short mane of fair hair worn forward on her lapel. Elke opened the book and her finger ran under the lines of print as she followed the story. Sandra, stripped to her white breast-halter and elasticated briefs, was DeVane's cabin-girl for the voyage. Randy young Linda was his bed-slave. Sandra was to spend most of the voyage lying bottom-upwards over his bunk with her knickers round her knees. Many a morning Linda slept until noon, exhausted by the night's antics. A charming picture she made, sprawled on her belly over the pillows, the vaseline jar, roll of tissue, and cane still lying with her discarded knickers on the table. As our randy little blonde dozed the morning away, the soft mane of hair pressed to her mouth, the traces of the night's orgies were still visible. In sleep, Linda licks her lips as if still able to taste her lover's passion upon them. A certain sheen between her thighs tells of spent desire. Though she has wiped off most of the vaseline on the sheets of tissue which strew the floor, a fugitive smear still gleams between her buttocks. Nor can she conceal the prints of bamboo across her pearly little bottom. Elke read at breakneck speed, her finger racing under the lines of the pages.
Alas, she shows nothing like this skill when the immortal works of William Shakespeare or Lord Byron are set before her! Often she returned and read over again the spicier passages of Captain DeVane!
At last she let the book fall to the floor and I saw that one hand had been thrust down into the waistband of her pants and that she was fondling herself. The fingers moved in a long steady rhythm. Her mouth opened, lips parting a little and tongue running along them repeatedly and lasciviously. She breathed more deeply in her labour of love. The sly hazel eyes closed lightly, opened again, and then closed once more in a languorous dream of bliss. Curled on her side in the capacious leather chair, Elke masturbated like this for almost an hour. Twice she had her orgasm with faint shuddering whimpers. I can assure you that she lubricated greatly with the excitement which the book had provoked, for the moisture on the leather chair was still there after she had turned out the light and left. It was, perhaps, partly the sweat of her exertion in the warm night but not entirely that. I tell you all this, Dolly, that you may more readily understand the adventure which followed it the next afternoon. At a little distance from us there is a school for England's future prime ministers, judges, field-marshals, and bishops. The boys who attend it are of the best families, arriving at thirteen and leaving for the two Universities, the army, or the imperial service when they are eighteen. Now, you may be sure that the venerable Dr. Thwackum (as I call him) takes good care that his young gentlemen shall not be contaminated by mingling with hoi polloi-or {Greek} as his scholars are more properly taught to inscribe it. Where the beach belonging to the school ends there is a wooden groin running down to low-water.
Unlike the other groins, it is quite six feet high and topped by broken glass! But, Dolly,-boys will be boys! Here and there a hole appears in the wood, large enough for a lad of fourteen or fifteen to squeeze through feet first. Off he goes to smoke cigarettes on the sly, to peep through his little spy-glass at girls bathing, in fact to do all those things which would incur a severe birching from the reverend headmaster if they were ever detected. It may not surprise you to know that such girls as Elke also creep up to the hole in the wooden groin, in order to spy upon the boys at their bathing.