“Maude, let us go home-oh, what a wicked Mama you have,” Adelaide ejected, but no one took much notice of her then. “It is a perfectly pleasurable time for us all, so do not be silly,” I told her as we made towards the carriages. A long walk, too, I might say, lest the coachmen had observed our game! “Each female will take each male's cock in turn- up on the bed with them!” Dick cried as soon as we were once again ensconced in his fair mansion. “No-on the floor, upon the rug,” said I. Adelaide shrieked and tried to run! But I will not dally on this long, my pet. I straddled over her and held her bottom up. Into her hole each man then dipped his prick, long held it there and then withdrew, her clothes all scattered on the floor as Sylvia's and Maude's and Alison's all were. What a tumbling! Oh, what fun it was! “Me, too-me, too!” I said and took them next, and all three were dared to come before their time. When Alison was brought to it, though, I had it otherwise arranged and had her suck on Vivian's upstanding tool while Dick attended to her nether hole. Being long before then in a frenzy of desire, Maude and Sylvia fell to a soixante-neuf beside the trio and I, the ringmistress, strolling all around as though I had control of all, which in a sense I did!
You would have adored it, Julie-or would you have thought it crude? Dick tupped his daughter's bottom last and came in her the while that she was tonguing Maude, whose legs were wrapped around sweet Sylvia's neck and so gripped her whether she wanted to or not!
Then everyone sighed “OH!” and fell apart. Vivian was by then seen betwixt his sister's thighs again, and she resisted not, absorbed his cream, declared herself most wicked and then laughed! So all was well, my dear, so all was well. Amusing, yes, and enervating-very! You would have described it better, but chide me not for that! Perhaps… well… what happened in your drawing room that night? Come, tell-tell quick! I would like a change of girls, though, now. Oh, would that I were you! Draw passionately with your pen, as I know you will, and if there is aught more to tell, write post-haste to you!
Ever-loving Caroline
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You naughty, naughty Caroline,
You should have lingered on it longer-yes, you should! Poor me, I had to fill in all the gaps. But no, I tease you only. It is very difficult, my love, to give attention to all things at once. How all those murmurs must have filled the room! What ardent sighs as at last the sperm splashed out!
Is there a greater pleasure? Girls have often asked me that. Of course, I am perfectly honest with them-they all look to that. I tell them it depends upon their mood at this time or at that, and that sometimes-just sometimes-there is perfect pleasure in drawing on a new, expensive gown and feeling one's waist hugged by a pure silk corselette, one's stockings drawn up tight and-AH!-no knickers on!
They always laugh at that. Is it not true? The hungers of the body in all ways must be appeased. Ice cream in summer and champagne at night!
Also I advise them how to get the most expensive new gowns by encouragement of those who wish to give them. “Oh, but I may not wish to do it with them all- must I?” so am I asked. I shake my head and say “Most certainly not! Use your wiles, show your knees, perhaps even let yor garters be felt and your thighs caressed, but do not give in to everyone. The carrot must be dangled, though.” Of course, by “carrot” they often think that I mean “cock”-and almost true that is as well. My girls, you see, depart much wiser than they come, though my dictum is that for the first full month at least they must let their cunnies and their bottoms both be tupped and so learn the disciplines of receiving before they then learn to refuse. Am I not right? There is a pattern to such playfulness that all knowing females follow in the end. Sometimes they will-sometimes they won't- but each must first be disciplined and put to it that they know it's true worth. Thus it was with Jeannette. Yes, I am coming to it now. Do not you English speak of “breaking the ice again?” That was my task that night, and well I saw to it, though with no more finesse than you yourself would have set to the task. The four of us being settled (though Jeannette a little wary-and embarrassed, too!), I made my discourse quiet, and once again on many mundane subjects, which made her look in awe at me. This was the proper way to do it, was it not?
Your own circumstances with your girls were different-mine more delicate. There was an air of waiting in the gentlemen. Would they dare attempt my perfumed Venuses yet once again, and in my sight? Both girls wore simple gowns, and naught beneath save stockings. This, of course, I had told them to, and very conscious of it Jeannette was!
Georges yawned and stretched. I saw him look at me much as a dog looks to a bone that lies behind a wire fence. “Jeannette, are you to kiss your Papa goodnight?” I asked in casual tones. At that she pressed her legs together and turned her face quite slowly to him.
Perhaps the Minister foresaw my proposed denouement for he slipped his arm around Cynthia's waist and all but tumbled her onto his lap. “Oh!” she squeaked, but could not help but lean against him close, her cheeks against the side of his head while he felt her garters through her skirt. At that, and just as she was about to donate the chastest kiss, Jeannette twitched and then looked back to me. The moment was upon me! I rose and moved quite slowly to her where she sat alongside Georges. “What have I always taught you, dear?” I asked and knelt and raised her chin so that she might not escape my eyes.
“Wh… wh… what, Madam?” she stammered, going red. “What have I taught? Think on it. When something is to be done…”
“OH!” she gulped and said, “it… it… it must be then done properly,” and would have dropped her head had I not held it up.
“Properly, yes. Lie back and take his kiss, Jeannette,” said I most softly and then with both hands guided her shoulders down upon a cushion-beautifully arranged and one to take the full weight of her head! “Jeannette…” Georges husked and fell sideways half upon her as does a tall and heavy tree go down to meet the earth. A little “AH!” from Jeannette and then their lips full met. “Hold her so, Monsieur,” I said to Georges and, worming my hand between them where they lay, gathered up the hem of her dress and brought it up above her stocking tops. “Goooo! No!” Jeannette then gasped, but his hands were eager on her shoulders then and held her pinned. “Wait, Monsieur!” I all but snapped and intervened my face between their own.
Behind me, from the other pair, I heard much (as you heard in the meadow, dear), but took no note of that. Murmurings and whisperings reached my ears accompanied by the rustling of a dress that could be none other than Cynthia's. “Repeat what you just told me, Jeannette,”
I murmured. Georges knelt up and left the play to us, though hot-eyed at the sight of her bared thighs again and the stocking tops that rimmed the creamy flesh as tightly as they always should to give allure! “M… M… Madam… to d… d… do everything properly,”
Jeannette repeated, her own eyes aglow with wonder and her fingers gripping me as if protectively. Her teeth chattered a little-I swear they did-as then I pushed her gown up underneath her bottom and displayed her quim-a quim so thickly curled for one who is six months in sight of twenty still! Georges-glancing over his shoulder and both of us hearing a slight bump as Cynthia's bared bottom met the floor-saw what the Minister was at and (as I divined by mere sounds) prepared himself for battle, too. “No! No!” Jeannette skittered, for she sensed his actions, too. I ignored her fretful movements, words, and kissed her all about the neck, her cheeks, her slightly snubby nose, and big wide eyes. My mouth wandered to her mouth and found it soft. How delicious are such fleeting, teasing kisses when both females are coming up on heat! “I shall rise from you, Jeannette, in a moment…” “No, do not!” she whimpered then and clung again. I loosed her arms and heard the whisperings of Cynthia as the Minister went down upon her, cock to cunny warm. “You will be caressed first. Use your tongue, your fingers and your eyes, as I have taught you, Jeannette.” I was up at that and Georges with quite a growl upon her, feeling up her legs. Her back arched and she gasped a long-drawn “Oh!” “Jeannette!” I barked. She stared at me beyond his shoulder and lay still. Her lovely legs moved restlessly. With febrile, uncertain puttings of her hands to his shoulders, she turned her face away with cheeks ablaze and stared into the back of the chaise longue. “Slowly, Monsieur, she is a treasure among treasures,” I remarked and deigned to turn a moment and look down on the Minister, whose engine was chugging in dear Cynthia's tunnel. She, the cooler of the pair, could well look after herself and her own pleasures now, I knew, and so gave my attention quickly to my protege, as I was pleased to think of Jeannette. Her tight round bottom wriggled uneasily at first as first his fingers burrowed in her fur.