I murmured. His hips jerked as he strove to rub more of it in the warm clasp of my palm. “Mama, let me!” he sobbed. Blindly enough his hand sought the hem of my skirt and raised it. My knee and then my thigh was exposed to him. His fingers thrilled around my garter and then sought the firm flesh above.- “Oh, darling!” I choked. I could not help myself! With some desperation, which I did not attempt to hinder, his fingers urged beneath the elastic of the leg of my drawers and, expanding it, crept upwards. I raised myself a little to assist his naughty endeavour. The warm mound of my cunny came to the first groping touch of his fingertips. “Ma-ma-ma-ma!” I heard him moan and then, pulsing vigourously, his stiff cock ejected its fierce jets of sperm into my hand, over my wrist, and dripped down on to his shirt. I frigged him more gently then and felt with an insensate thrill his forefinger oozing between my cuntlips, which, however, were too compressed by my posture for him to venture more than an inch within. It was enough! Delicious quivers coursed through my body. In but seconds my drawers and his finger were almost as soaked as was my own yearning hand. Then a glazed look came over his eyes. He shuddered, pulsed out a final jet and then slumped back, his face as soft as an angel's, his eyes half-closed in that dreamy ecstasy that comes to all. Perhaps only then did I become fully conscious of what I had done. My fingers lingered lovingly on his diminishing tool and then slipped away as a movement of my hips forced his hand from within my drawers. “Sleep now,” I murmured. I Could find nothing else to say! I retreated on tiptoe, I swear! My mind was in a whirl-believe me. I had reached the furthest bounds of wantonness-or is it such? I who have had so many voluptuous adventures knew not what to think and fretted whether I should confide in Frank as to my naughty deed. In the event I could not help but tell him all that had occurred. He listened with the greatest fascination to Maude's surrender, which I detailed lovingly to him. When I then came to the episode with Matthew, I looked-as indeed Frank said-a little coy.
Should I beg his forgiveness? Would he admonish me? To the contrary, he smiled quite benignly on his wanton wife. “He has to learn, my pet, and in what better hands than yours?” he said. I threw my arms around him in relief. His trousers were as soon down as my skirt was up!
Now tell me your news-for I have told you all mine.
Your very wicked Nina
5
Editors Note:
Intriguing as is the narrative formed by these last letters, we must leave the correspondents for a moment to return in spirit at least to St. Germain-en-Laye where Madame evidently received an unexpected visitor, as she here recounts.
My dear Henri,
Another incident which I know will amuse both you and Antoinette muchly! I look forward so much, by the way, to the return of your dear wife from Lyons. You must tell her that I expect to hear from her immediately she is back, for I am most desirous of encountering your young niece whom she promised to bring here-but for the nonce here is my own intelligence. There is-or rather I should say, was-here a most attractive young thing, Maude by name, at whom alas you have never had a chance to peep, for she departed of a sudden three days ago, announcing pertly enough that she was returning to her Mama and that she would tell her all manner of “naughty” things that pass here. This news from her lips I took blandly enough. I have nothing to fear from the Mamas of these young things, for I take no well-bred lady to be so absolutely folle as not to know the main purpose of their education here. And as to Papas, I have no need to tell you anything! One such arrived here but two days ago and thus missed his errant, wilful offspring-yes, Maude herself-by scarce twenty hours. At this news his face fell, for in truth-as I gathered-he was supposed to be about his business in Birmingham or some such ridiculous place. Indeed, it took him some time to absorb the fact that Maude had left our shores and I was put to proving it to him by conducting him around the establishment, even to showing him her empty bed, at which he gazed most mournfully! “Did you then wish to see her with a special purpose?” I asked idly enough. Thereat he cleared his throat and looked around my study in vain hope that one of the young girls he evidently fancied here might appear. He stammered and stumbled quite a lot at my question, finally asking how her education was proceeding. Faced with such a question, I realized caution must reign, for I have known other girls do as Maude has done and then return a day or two later, quite shamefaced, and having enjoyed themselves in Paris-or merely lurked there moodily before deciding to return to their delightful fate. On quick reflection, however, I decided to acquaint Maude's Papa, whose name is Arnold, with the truth of the matter. At this he blenched and then went pink. “To, to tell her Mama?” he echoed, for I admit to having told him this in a sense of mischief. “Indeed, yes,” I teased, but then as soon enough put his mind to rest by telling him that his good wife could soon enough be convinced that Maude was exaggerating.
“You will write to her?” he asked anxiously. “Should the need arise, but I have never known it to, Monsieur,” I replied, at which he seemed much more comforted. He hesitated. He cleared his throat several times. He was evidently seized with an anxiety that I might then indicate the interview to be concluded. I had not the heart to do so, of course. He had journeyed for a purpose, and there was one other at least who would most benefit from it. I refer, my dear Henri, to Sylvia who you will recall has been so deliciously stirred by recent events here that she has been looking forward in the naughtiest possible manner to a visit from her uncle. He, by then, would have been discreetly introduced to his future pleasures with her were it not that his wife had decided to accompany him from England. I blame her not for keeping a watchful eye on him, though had he been but more adventurous then he could have brought her along as well. A pretty enough little orgy would then have ensued, I swear-or if I do not swear, then at the least I like to think that it might have done!
I dispensed wine to a calmer but still frustrated Arnold, who gave every appearance of being sufficiently manly to accommodate dear little Sylvia. “It is a pity, of course, that dear Maude was not here longer; there was no time at all to induct her in the major pleasures of life let alone the minor ones. She received but one birching, though was wilful and kicked overmuch. I would have wished to progress her as I have others. Sylvia, for instance.” I admit to letting my voice trail off mysteriously at this point. “Sylvia?” he exclaimed.
“You know her? Or perhaps Maude has written to you of her?” I riposted. His sudden exclamation, however, was occasioned merely by my mentioning what evidently struck him as a promising name. “Sadly, no,” he replied and gave me such a look as a spaniel might in seeking to be thrown another biscuit. “There is no harm to it if I introduce you, Monsieur,” I said and then conveyed to him in the most oblique manner Sylvia's disappointment at the failure of her uncle to appear. At this he brightened considerably, while, as for myself, a rather fetching idea had come to me so that to his vague surprise I clapped my hands. “Shall we play a little game on her, Monsieur? I feel for her disappointment as you no doubt do yourself. Promise that if I bring her in you will not utter a word but merely obey such invitations as I might offer to you?” “By Jove, yes!” he replied, as if the utterance of the name of a Greek god placed a benediction on the matter! I smiled at him winningly and rose. The opportunity was too good to miss, Henri. Would you not agree? Of course you would!