And I will not deny that I have often been the instigator and quivered with delight as the pretty girl in question shyly raises her delicious bum to signal that the road ahead is clear. Then comes the magic moment when the nightdress is raised and the rosey delight of her tight, little dimpled buttocks are laid bare, first for an admiring glance and then to be kissed, stroked and perhaps lightly slapped. It is not unknown for others to join in, in a kind of 'daisy-chain' so that one finds oneself to be simultaneously both the instigator and the recipient, frigging the titties of the girl in front whilst your own cunney is being fondled by a girl behind you!
But I can hear the sound of approaching voices and must continue writing this billet doux later this evening.
It is now eight o'clock and I have taken an early bath and am sitting alone on my bed in the dormitory in my nightdress. Oh, Henry, if only you were here with me now, we could roll around on the bed with our bodies glued together as we enjoyed a wonderful luck!
Instead, I must make do with playing with my own titties and close my eyes and imagine that it is not my own forefinger but your delightful, big cock which is slowly dipping into my cunny! I sincerely hope you feel the same way and would like to be with me, watching me lie back with a blissful smile whilst you thrust your thick shaft into my juicy crack. As I slip two fingers between my pussey lips, I think of how you would plunge your prick in and out of my welcoming cunt, slowly at first and then harder and faster just like I am moving my fingers now. Then I would wrap my legs around your waist and beg you to fuck me until your cock begins to twitch and the creamy spunk shoots out of your knob and splashes against the tingling walls of my love tunnel. Oooh, my cuntal juices are beginning to flow as my fingers speed in and out of my cunney and I can feel the waves of a climax overwhelming me. Is your cock stiffening up in your drawers as you read this lewd letter? I know that most boys enjoy hearing about our encounters so I will tell you of a lovely time I had with my closest chum Caroline last night. She is a lovely little wriggler of sixteen with the neatest young breasts, a slim waist and a delicious fluffy-haired pussey. We arranged to sneak upstairs to the dormitory after dinner and I locked the door behind us. Then we swiftly undressed until we were completely naked. Caroline lay down with an open jar of cream beside her on the bed. She smeared some cream on her fingers and then, turning her back to display her graceful round bum cheeks, she parted her legs and ran her fingertips along the lips of her pussey. She looked up at me with a wicked little smile upon her face and said: 'Charlotte, I hope you realise that I am only rubbing my pussey with cold cream to keep the skin soft in this area of my body.' I felt my own pussey moisten as I gazed upon Caroline while she smoothed her long fingers up and down the yielding slit of her pussey. Her breathing became more rapid as she drew up her knees and squeezed her legs together against her hand. Her eyes closed and she gurgled with delight as she began to frig herself to a spend. The sight of this was to much to bear and flinging myself down beside her, I hugged her soft, sensuous body to my own. In a trice, we were snuggled in each other's arms, softly nuzzling and cooing little endearments as we pressed our titties together and rubbed our stiff nipples against each other's flesh. As our lips met and opened, we lost ourselves in deep kisses, our tongues entwining and probing the deepest recesses of each other's mouths. I swiftly replaced Caroline's hand which was jammed between her thighs with my own. My long fingers reached out to stroke and tickle her warm, wet pussey before I moved my hand upwards to squeeze one luscious breast. I fed the other into my mouth, sucking her red, rubbery tittie and nipping the stiffened nipple lightly with my teeth.
In turn, Caroline now massaged my own yearning cunney, her fingertips gently running back and forth along the length of my juicy crack, manipulating the erect nub of my clitty so expertly, that in no time at all the clever minx brought me off- I gasped as I felt my climax approach and my body bucked and twisted as, lost in the sheer ecstasy of the moment, I gave myself up to the delicious waves of erotic abandonment which coursed through every fibre of my being.
'Darling Caro, may I lick out your sweet honeypot?' I murmured.
She kissed me and whispered: 'Of course you may, you silly girl, I would love that more than anything in the world.' The sweet girl lay down on the bed and invitingly parted her thighs as I buried my head into her fluffy fleece of pussey hair which was already fragrantly moist with her musky love juice. I slid my tongue between cunney lips and, as I licked and lapped at her aromatic cunt, I could hear her trembling sighs and her breath catching in ragged gasps of pleasure. I nibbled and kissed Caroline's delectable quim, inhaling the musky aroma of her cunt whilst my hands clasped her tight, rounded bum cheeks, and, after a minute or two, I felt her body quiver, tensing with the onset of her orgasm. Then, with a great groan of ecstatic delight, she spent over my face and I gulped down her tangy love juice. We rested for a while but the evening air was beginning to chill out naked bodies so we dressed and went downstairs to join her friends for a cup of cocoa and a chat. Henry, dearest, I must stop here as the other girls will soon he coming in to settle down for the night. So goodbye for now and write to me soon.
Lots of love, Charlotte What a wonderful, uninhibited letter! My hands trembled as I folded the sheets of notepaper and then pulled at the front of my trousers to try to accommodate my stiffstander. For, reading Charlotte's letter had caused my cock to swell up to bursting point. Indeed, I was just about to unbutton my flies and relieve myself when there was a knock at the door. 'Come in,' I called out as I stood up and to my surprise, the school secretary, came in.
He was a most unexpected visitor for there is rarely any cause for him to venture into the boy's quarters. He said: 'Good afternoon, Dash wood, I have an urgent message for you from Dr Muttley. He has just received an important letter from your father and he would like to see you at once in his study. 'There is no need to be distressed, I understand the letter is about you taking an extra little holiday,' he added kindly when he saw a frown of concern form on my brow. However, the matter must be of some urgency for the headmaster asked me to find you as soon as possible.' 'An extra little holiday?' I repeated with surprise. 'How very strange! Still, I can think of a great many worse reasons for being called to see Dr Muttley!' I thanked Mr. Walsall and walked back with him to the headmaster's study. 'Ah, young Dashwood, just who I wanted to see,' he boomed after I had knocked on the door and entered his private domain. 'My boy, your father has written to me about a recital which the great pianist Prince Kochanski of Poland is giving tomorrow afternoon, in aid of a most worthy, charitable cause, at the home of Lord and Lady Laversham at Laversham Hall which, as you know, is only eight miles from us. 'It appears that your uncle, Sir Robert Bacon, has purchased two tickets to hear this great maestro perform in person, but unfortunately, your Aunt Jennifer has gone down with a severe head cold and is unable to accompany him. So, being aware of your love of music, your uncle has graciously offered to take you to the concert in her place, if I give my permission for you to miss school for this purpose. Sir Robert also wishes to take you out to dine and he will return you here by ten o'clock. 'Well, I know you must be delighted to hear this news, my boy, and whilst it is not my policy to encourage activities which take boys out of school during term-time, Mr. Hutchinson tells me you have been working diligently at your studies and I will not stand in your way on this occasion.
Therefore, I have sent a telegram to Sir Robert and your father informing them that I have no objection to their plans. 'My word, I envy you, for I read only recently in The Times that a leading American promoter asked Prince Kochanski to name his fee for a series of concerts in New York. Naturally this offer was refused as the Prince does not need to get himself involved in any commercial undertaking. 'So enjoy yourself, my boy, Sir Robert's carriage will be here to collect you tomorrow afternoon and I look forward to hearing all about the concert.' concluded my headmaster in a genial voice. He rose from his chair and walked across to pat me on the shoulder. 'Off you go now, and, if necessary, ask one of the servants to iron your best suit, for you'll be mixing with people from the highest echelons of Society at Laversham Hall. Of course, I was overjoyed at this news and thanked the headmaster warmly as I left his study. It was only as I was making my way to our common room to tell my chums of my good fortune that I suddenly realised that I will now miss the promised romp with Lizzie Dickerson! However, the die is now cast because I could hardly go back to Dr Muttley and say that I did not want to go with Uncle Robert to hear Prince Kochanski play.