“Slow!” I gurgled to him as commandingly as my position allowed. I caressed Alison's smooth belly and felt it quiver. She was already coming on! Her tongue slurped all around and within my slit, I bumping my bottom vigourously to encourage her salute. Spattering my lips and nose then, she came, and I creaming her tongue in turn. “Pmfff!” sounded from Bruce, for in her urgency her bottom was smacking into his belly hard. She is too urgent, Julie; I will have to monitor her more. No wonder her partners come before she satisfies herself! I did not interfere-was far too gone to do so! Unaccustomed as he doubtless was to such lewd advances, Bruce expelled his sperm and gasped and “Ooooh'd” a great deal while doing so. I fancy he might have only used his hand before this! “Haaaar!” sobbed Alison against my well-oiled cunny. Only my tongue, I am proud to say, then brought her on again and made her honey spray around my chin until her thighs quite burned against my ears with all her urgent pressing. We quivered and were still, all three of us. Then Bruce withdrew his cock and-ugh!-spattered my forehead with his lingering pearls. Alison flopped sideways and lay quiet. Bruce slithered backwards off the bed and began to don his shirt, would you believe? “Where are you going, my lad? You have not done with us yet,” I said. “Mama requires me at the house this afternoon,” he mumbled and was faster into his trousers than are most men out of them! “Oh, he has used me!”
Alison wailed. “Stuff and nonsense, dear, it is you who have used him, and rightly so. Go! Hurry on your way and back to your Mama,” I told him curtly. Perhaps the poor thing was scared at what he had done. Do you think so? Young men are not all given to such adventures.
He went out looking most untidy, pausing at the door and really not a word to say. Quite properly, Alison ignored him, drawing up her knees.
She had little to fret about, having been well attended to, as I told her afterwards. “G… g… good day,” Bruce finally uttered, and in the jerky manner of a marionette was gone. Pah! What a poor performance! I am minded to wonder if there should not be a training place for callow youths, as well as for young girls, Julie. However, I think you would be too tempted to taste all the goods and so weaken them for weeks! Were I to have a son of his age, I believe I would be minded to train him myself. Well-there's a naughty thought, but what is life if one cannot at least be full of them? In any case, Alison was not half so put out as she put on to be, and was soon mollified by my later comforting. Indeed, we lay abed a whole two hours, finished two bottles of wine and felt quite gay. “Shall you let Horace do it to you tonight?” I asked her, after we had much discussed the ways of men and how best they can be used to our advantage. “Oh, I 'spect so,” she said moodily, but could not hide a grin. She is well enough looked after in material aspects, so he has kept that part of his bargain, too, for as transpired she has threatened to write and tell you if he does not. What a minx she is at heart! I advised her to continue in his company while I myself would afford her the occasional freedoms she required. As to romance, I told her that she would get enough of that in future years, which pacified and pleased her much. “I like men's cocks,” she confessed boldly, “but I prefer kissing you; it is much nicer than with men and, besides, I like your titties rubbing over mine.” So there is wisdom in her yet! Such is my news of Alison, though a trifle mundane and even a little pedestrian, you may think. You might yourself have acted in a different way, but opportunities are not always so abundant here. Dick was much amused by my recital of events and agreed with me as to my views on Alison, saying that she was a little indolent but very sensuous and that he had put her up himself several times with such fretting murmurs on her part that he knew she really wanted it. “She has a lovely bum,” he said reflectively, “there is no doubt of it,” and looked most philosophic on that score!
I ventured to ask him how and when he had possessed her, after leaving you. He had the grace to flush and said that, as to that, on disembarking here all four had put up at an inn. By then the two girls had become more coy, and uncertain in their attitudes. The girls were to sleep together, and the men apart. Finally, and in order to break the ice, I suppose, Horace gruffly announced in the dining room that he would escort Sylvia to her room. The pair not re-appearing, Dick then took Alison up and entertained in the other bedroom both her bottom and her cunny. So there, my dear, we have perhaps the reason for Sylvia's grumpiness and how she got herself tied up in a knot. Who knows! In any event all has proved well. I am sure that Sylvia has a lingering “spite” to Alison about it and, cogitating on this, thought it a fine time to bring them back together again. This I have done, my sweet, but will apprise you of it in my next. Do tell, do tell, about Jeannette!
Love, love and kisses Caroline
13
Editor's Note:
It is merely fortuitous, of course, that the following epistle from St. Germaine-en-Laye should fall beneath the quite artificial number of thirteen herein. Many consider the number unlucky-perhaps merely because it is uncomfortably just one over the dozen!- but neither Julie nor her “pupils” counted the following events so, I am sure. All turned a fresh page, in fact, just as we are here doing.
My Dearest Caroline,
Pedestrian your account was most certainly not, and I see that you have caught the trick of leaving me in midair, too! Has there been another voluptuous orgy at which I, alas, was not present? Ah well, I shall know soon.
For the nonce I nave some most amusing news and shall not try your patience by coming too slow upon it. I was talking of Jeannette, and so will take my story up again. Was not her Papa well acquainted with Monsieur Pierre Remier, the Minister for Education, I asked? She looked a little bemused at that, but answered yes, and that her Mama and Papa had frequently dined with M. Remier and his wife. Well, my dear Caroline, such were my ideas in that moment that I could not resist conveying a great part of them to Jeannette, who is not so dim that she herself did not recognise certain “dangers” in the unwonted intrusion into my domain of quite unwanted and soi-disant Inspectors.
“How to prevent them?” she asked and bit her lip in expectancy of some ingenious reply on my part. “A word with the Minister?” I suggested, which caused her to laugh and exclaim “Oh!” in pleased surprise. I admit to some daring on my part in venturing to draw her into my plans, but there are times, are there not-and as we all experience-when one must take small risks on this score. I could not in all conscience have gone behind her back and sought the indulgence in the matter of her Papa, who, in any case, I little knew save for one visit here on his part when I first received Jeannette. “Do you… do you wish me to…?” came from Jeannette and then she fell quiet. I merely nodded, but then said, “What a capital idea it would be! After all, we would then have official recognition and-er-patronage. If, that is, things are handled in the right way.”