That being said, Nina slipped from the bed and- naked as she was-went out and repaired the omission on her part, though for her own original purpose she had thought best to leave Adelaide to make her own choice. The thought of our being disturbed-as might well have been the case-was paramount, however, so all four of us were then more content and got to doing all the naughty things you told me of, including (yes!) I have had my bottom tupped, and a most delirious experience it proved to be. I will tell you more soon enough, for that of course was not the end of the affair. My wrist aches now and I must stop!
Your adoring Monica
Monica Cherie,
I am sure your wrist aches, though not entirely from writing. I am much occupied at the moment with several new girls, though this need not prevent me from begging you to continue your tale. I yearn to hear! What of Maude, meanwhile? I cannot contain my impatience! Write again soon! What a perfect pupil you have proved!
Many, many kisses Julie
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Editor's Note:
It was said once by a wise man-a French writer, I believe-that once a man gets a certain idea into his head, he can think of nothing else. He was referring, of course, to such phenomena as we encounter in these letters. Most certainly it proved true of Monica, as of almost all the others who became so lustfully embroiled in such proceedings. Here we find her replying to Madam, who must have been particularly pleased to find her pupil more coherent and given to loving descriptions than Sylvia had in her own indiscreet missive to Alison.
Darling Julie,
What warmth exuded even from your short note- which I do quite understand in the circumstances. You see, I hasten to reply to you within the week, being now arrived home as I am (and further adventures to tell of that sometime, for I have been just as naughty as you said that I would be!). At about three a.m. on the morning of which I last spoke, and when even the receptacles of our two lusty paramours had been drained, Frank and Edmond retired to other rooms, leaving Nina and I to kiss and to whisper together. She, venturing along quickly to Matthew's room, returned to say that all was quiet within and that Adelaide's own bed was still empty. “All sleep the sleep of the just,” said Nina, wriggling up to me once more. “What shall you do in the morning, then?” I asked, though almost slipping into sleep.
“On verra,” she replied drowsily and almost immediately dozed with her head on my shoulder. I thought her for a moment lax about the matter then, but was wrong. At seven-thirty I was shaken awake. A most unladylike hour to be roused! Told to put my nightdress on-as Nina did as well-and to be quiet, I followed her along on silent feet to Matthew's room. Again the key turned soundlessly-and there the three slept like angels. So cautious were we that we did not disturb them. Adelaide's position had not moved, I saw. Still she was sandwiched between the boys, and although the sheet was drawn up, I suspected Matthew's cock at least to be sandwiched between her thighs, which by the way are nice and plump and quite as smooth as mine!
Nina stood motionless, regarding all and then with a gentle smile on her face withdrew, with me in train. Closing the door quietly, she whispered, “I shall not disturb them. They will wake soon, and then I shall take my bow!” And so it proved. Hearing sounds at last-after we had dressed and taken coffee-Nina motioned me to remain in the breakfast room. Frank and Edmond had gone out shooting, taking Maude with them-perhaps to catch their “pellets”! Unable to resist my curiosity, I crept to the foot of the stairs. I heard Adelaide cry out. Nina's voice sounded briskly, saying, “Get up, you naughty things, for breakfast will be due in half an hour.” Then-to the complete astonishment of Adelaide, I am sure-she swept out, as though all such were the most normal thing. There followed then much scampering. In due course Matthew and Mark appeared for breakfast. I was pleased to find them neither perky nor too quiet. Evidently they preened themselves on having followed their Mama's instructions!
Adelaide did not appear and so Nina caused breakfast to be sent up to her on a tray. An hour passing without her venturing down, the boys were dispatched to divert themselves in the garden and Nina and I went up. In the seeming despair in which she found herself, Adelaide lay upon her bed-her own bed in the guest room, in this case!-with the breakfast tray untouched. “Well, now, Adelaide, what is to do? All must eat and drink to keep their strength up,” Nina cajoled her and brought her to sit up. “I cannot face the world!” Adelaide moaned and covered her face. “What nonsense! Of course you can, my dear.
What did you lose last night but privacy-and that by chance. I knew the boys intended naughtiness as soon as they ventured down and, besides, Matthew was much taken with you, that I know,” Nina said.
“Your own sons!” Adelaide wailed as if this were the most terrible event in the world. “Naughty is as naughty does, Adelaide. Come now, you have slept in these clothes all night. The first thing is to refresh yourself and take a bath. I will have one run for you,” Nina told her and rang the bell. “No,” responded Adelaide feebly, whereat I assisted Nina in drawing her up and commencing to unfasten her gown. Adelaide made much ado about this, fretting and swaying and even peevishly attempting to stay our hands, though I am sure that in her heart she was relieved that the “roof” had not so much as cracked, let alone fallen in upon her! Naked as we soon had her-and a fine, firm figure to show for it-she was soon persuaded into a robe, by which time the maid who had responded to the bell announced that the lady's bath was ready. “Let me go!” uttered Adelaide foolishly, though whether to the bathroom or wherever, she did not say. “Have your bath and we shall take some wine,” Nina insisted and all but propelled her through the door. Once gone-and much slurping of water sounding- Nina then apprised me of a very amusing bout that Adelaide had been brought to have before this with Edmond and a friend of his. “Ah, then, she is almost converted-what a silliness on her part!” I exclaimed. “She will perhaps always remain a woman who is almost so,” Nina replied, “and may secretly see in this part of her charm.” I, asking then what was to do, she replied blandly, “Let us have her first, fresh from her bath. She certainly must not be left to brood and must be kept enlivened.” The breakfast tray was then removed and sweet white wine brought up, and so we waited. Adelaide perhaps expected us to be flown, or to be elsewhere in the house. Naked, warm and perfumed as she was, she soon fell victim to our hands and lips. “No!” she begged plaintively, having been laid back between us on the bed, robbed of her robe and with her legs hanging down over the edge-in the very best of potential attitudes for love! Wasting no time on further discourse, I knelt before her, parted her rather mutinous thighs and delved my mouth up to her bush. “Noooo!” she moaned and made to roll her hips away, but Nina cast herself beside her and pinned her shoulders down. “Take pleasure again, my dear, for you surely seek it,” Nina murmured, at which my enquiring tongue parted the rolled lips of Adelaide's fine, furry quim and licked enticingly about and within. A sound of apparent despair issued from her then, but she kicked not overmuch and was soon pretending by little querulous cries not to like it while in fact taking pleasure from my lapping tongue as I could feel by the insinuating movements of her bottom, which was poised on the rolled edge of the bed. “How can you even speak to me!” whined Adelaide while a sound of kissing came from above me.
“How delicious your mouth is, Adelaide! I speak of it very easily, my dear, for though Matthew and Mark were naughty in the extreme, still I am proud to find them as lusty as they are-were you not?” Nina asked beguilingly. “I did not mean to!” quavered Adelaide, though the tremor in her voice was, I suspect, was as much due to the titillation of my tongue around her risen clitoris as the subject of their conversation. “Even so, they had you-twice perhaps?-and are no worse for it. Did they pump you well, my sweet, both fore and aft?” “Stop!” Adelaide moaned-though I'm sure not to me, for I could hear her breathing increasing quickly and sensed that she was on the point of spilling out her lovedew! “What is to stop? The merriment? The pleasure? We take note of nothing else here, my love, and nor will you-nor Maude, for she, too, has not passed the hours unpleased, and takes the cock as sweetly now as you.”