He rode her easily and the young slut had the grace, at least, to begin fretting at her lower lip and sighing with the upheaval in her heart. There are girls like Julia who never give of their best unless they have been “loosened up” by a smacked bottom beforehand. At last she was moaning and squirming, head drooping and eyes closed as Jack rode into her. But now he withdrew and positioned the well-lubricated knob at the tightness of Julia's arsehole. She cried out indignantly, swore she would rather die, and then the veins in her forehead seemed to swell with the energy of a wild scream. Jack had broken the barrier and his prick was surging triumphantly into Julia's adolescent backside. She grew calmer at once, though emitting self-pitying and resentful little whimpers, squirming a little as if she would shit out Jack's penis at the first opportunity. He buggered Julia for several minutes before sheathing himself in her cunt again, which she accepted with a shudder and a moan of gratification. Then he drew away again and presented his knob to Natasha's startled mouth. There was such a cry, and many protests between her pressed lips. Yet, Freddie, you and I know that Natasha can play at being a dirty little girl when the mood takes her, for she knows how to enjoy it despite her prim blond looks. I smiled at her present performance. “Are you bashful of sucking your master's prick, Natasha? Come now, you have tasted Julia and Mr. Jack before.
Ah, you cannot do it in front of Julia unless it seems you are forced to! Very well, my pet. Eighteen strokes across those slim fair-skinned buttocks. How your mistress would have loved to do this to you.”
I flexed the bamboo and gave a smacking stroke across the pert young cheeks of Natasha's bottom. She yelled at full force but the cane lashed and smacked until she was frantic to obey. I treated Natasha as if she were a pupil in the strictest reform institution, and I raised a weal across her pert little buttocks with every stroke.
As soon as I was finished and Jack approached again, Natasha opened her mouth and sucked his tool as if her very life depended on it. He withdrew presently. Then the stout erection parted the lips of Julia's cunt. After that it plunged deeply up Julia's arse and withdrew only to demand Natasha's mouth. Our young blonde hesitated but a well-aimed stroke of the cane across her elfin backside had her mouth open and sucking with wanton enthusiasm. Presently, Jack changed sides and was confronted by an equally charming sight. Now it was Julia's mouth which accompanied Natasha's close-fitting cunt and her dark anus-bud between bamboo'd buttocks. To bugger a girl so pert yet demure, of Natasha's kind, is beyond even the ambition of most men who set eyes upon such beauty. Jack took the hem of the green jumper and pulled it well above her slim hips. He vaselined her and eased his way in against shrill and frenzied dismay. He kissed her neck and ears, as well as our young blonde's saucy chignon. Then he sodomised Natasha long and gently, as only a man of his resolve would dare to do. Yet he did not spend, for he withdrew and touched his knob to Julia's lips.
It had taken the cane to ensure Natasha's obedience. You will not be surprised, then, to learn that a snakeskin training-lash is necessary for Julia. I whipped the fattened muddy pallor of Julia's bottom far beyond what is customary with such a girl. Yet she twisted the spiky crop of her hair and struggled to avoid the rampant guest who demanded admittance at her mouth. Need I tell you what the outcome was? In the end she offered her open lips and sucked until the tastes of Jack and Natasha must have run together in her saliva. Julia was informed that her master had chosen to come in her mouth, and she received a peremptory smack on the bottom for trying to pull away. And so, pretending that she had never done such a thing for the boys of her acquaintance, Julia swallowed down her pride and Jack's passion.
After regaining his energy, our friend rode the young blonde's cunt, though for safety's sake he squirted his second boiling of passion deep into Natasha's bottom. Her mouth revived him until he was fit to attack Julia's ramparts again, threading between her legs but, once again, choosing to spend in Julia's backside for safety's sake.
By this time, we were content to take our ease and merely ordered Julia and Natasha to perform for our entertainment. So they did. Lips clung to lips, hands caressed one another's breasts. They lay head to tail and kiss-fucked each others moist and yearning cunt. At our insistence, Julia's mouth sought Natasha's anus and Natasha's lips found Julia's arsehole. Such things were commanded, Freddie, that even I hesitate to inscribe them in the present letter. Yet I am obliged to add that their games would never have been possible had I not prepared the two girls so well during the past months by insisting upon cleanliness and decency. If they were lewd now, had they not been trained to it? Lying together every morning they had received the most intimate caresses and performed the most suggestive bodily acts-all in the name of moral hygiene. You see how well I have taught them to perform? You may prove all this for yourself, dear Freddie, when next you are our guest. Meantime, now that Jack has arrived safely, we look forward to our visit to you. I confess there is but one thought which delays our departure. We should both feel easier in our minds if you were able to nominate a man of sense and taste who might superintend this establishment during our absence. You have so much more experience in choosing persons of the right calibre for these things-and besides your knowledge of this country is so much more extensive than our own. Do, dearest Freddie, see if you cannot find such a man. In the meantime, Jack and I have gathered together all our correspondence on these matters. As soon as you judge the moment opportune, our friend Professor J- shall have permission to publish it to the world. We suggest, however, that the edition be limited to those who have the sense to comprehend such matters. What a splendid souvenir that book will make of the glorious summer which is now ending. A few weeks more, dear friend, and we shall be reunited with you at the Spaniard's Reach plantation. Until then, the fondest regards come to you from ta chere amie, Dolly.
ELEVEN
A personal invitation from Lord Frederick to the reader Permit me, sir, to add a word to the letters which our good friend Professor J- has laid before you. By now, you will have read them all, sharing the high-spirited japes of dear old Jack on the Sussex coast, or the wanton humours of Dolly on the shores of her Berlinese lake. As you see, the world agrees that our two friends are figures of the strictest morality and the most proper conduct. Were you to doubt this for a moment, you need only apply for testimonials to the Reverend Dr. Thwackum, the Dowager Baroness Loosely, and the Honourable Colonel Randolph Hart of the Blues. If you would accept my own pledge on behalf of our friends, then you might add the word of a member of the House of Lords, a Peer of the Realm, and the heir to the Earldom of Chiltern Hundred. But you are, I am sure, a companionable fellow and a man of the world. With this in mind, I have a request to make of you on behalf of our friends-or perhaps I should say an invitation to deliver. From time to time, Jack and Dolly are my guests on my own spacious plantation, where behind well-guarded fences I cultivate certain flowers of beauty which would make your mouth water at the first glimpse of them. But when my dear friends come to pay me a visit, it necessarily means that their own lovely blooms are untended-or if you prefer, their frisky young fillies lack a rider in the saddle and a touch of the whip to their charming rumps. How much better if a reliable fellow-such as yourself-were able to supply the need while Jack and Dolly are otherwise occupied! You will, I trust, not be offended, if we regard you as a lively fellow with a wicked sense of fun and a nose for the best kind of female horse-flesh. If you have followed our adventures thus far and relished the sport, then you will scarcely turn away from this invitation. In short, we ask you to take Jack's place as lord and master of the harem for as long as it pleases you. Your journey will be safe and easy-for it is accomplished on the wings of imagination. Moreover, I tell you in confidence that you are greatly honoured. Few visitors are ever permitted here, and there are not ten men in the whole world whom Jack would entrust his pleasure-palace to during his absence. Imagine all the fancies you might indulge as master of several dozen lovely slave-girls: To them, your slightest wish becomes an absolute command. You consent to take Jack's place for a night? My congratulations on the wisdom of your choice! Let us travel together, so that I may be your guide as you indulge those rare delights which our friend Jack enjoys upon every day and night of the week. As we talk, the familiar features of the room in which you read these pages will fade from your mind. You need have no fear, everything will be in order on your return-the handsome rosewood cabinets, the rows of leather volumes on the shelves, the buhl clock and the Aubusson carpets. But now another room takes shape before your eyes, no less agreeable than your own study. The dark wood of the chairs, table, and armoire is carved with a Spanish or Moorish design. From the white courtyard outside, one hears the sound of a fountain splashing upon the patterned marble.