But you have not understood! Dear heavens, he will attempt her then as well!” “Tut-tut, you know very well that I know all-from what you have told me now. Do not tell Adelaide this- and I most certainly will not-but upon his broaching it with you, agree. Upon condition, that is, that when you are both offered up to him, he puts his cock to you first, withdraws after several strokes, and then enters it in Adelaide. Let him take his pleasure thus for but a few seconds. She will be too bemused-awed and excited, both-to rise when he first takes you from the rear. Upon his so mounting her in turn, let him proceed for as brief a moment as he has with you, then cry the house down in despair. Tear at his hair and pummel him! Adelaide will then cry out her own despair and join you in the fray, I have no doubt. You then will be the victors, Vivienne. His discomfort will be such-not merely physical but striking to his very soul-that he will have no recourse but to retire.” “You believe? Oh, I suppose it is possible! But what then? What afterwards?” “My dear, you are two women together, and are more close in league than you were an hour ago. You will arrange thereafter matters as you think-stay or depart together.
If you threaten the latter he will soon come to heel, as all men should,” I laughed, and brought a look of wonder to her face.
“In… in his excitement he might come. I mean when he is…
“Pumping Adelaide? He may indeed, but you will time it well enough, I'm sure. Besides, if he ejaculates so quickly in the circumstance” (which was a fine way of referring to Adelaide's warm pussy!), “then he will be the more easily pummelled, will he not?”
“What a wicked man he is,” she said, but could not help but smile-which I took to be a compliment to my wisdom. “You may stay the night, my dear, if you so wish. No one need know. A spare bedroom can accommodate you both. By the morning it might be thought that you slept with me,” I could not help but say with certain mischief.
“Oh, Adelaide would then be jealous,” she replied with utter frankness, whereupon our mouths met again as much in pleasure as in newfound friendship. “It is nice,” she sighed as our lips parted, and added, “Oh, I wish that I knew more about you.” “There is no need to do so, Vivienne. My advice and my actions are alone what counts,” I said. I kept company with her until after dinner that night, not wishing the other girls to know of her liaison with Adelaide (to whom, of course, I said nothing, nor have done since).
When Vivienne retired for the night, it was to join her, very discreetly and without anyone else seeing. By the morning both looked in the bloom of health! Well, my love? Have I pleased you? I believe, immodestly, that I might have done, and cannot wait to hear from you. I have not seen Vivienne again, nor shall, but will let matters take their course, though she has promised to write to me and let me know all that transpires. I hope she does, for if not I shall write to her. But now it is your turn to write to me, and I am, as ever, breathless to know what you think of all this.
Your ever-devoted Caroline
Editors Note:
Alas, we shall never know-for the nonce at least-what Julie's response contained, though one may well guess that it was congratulatory. Caroline seemed to have behaved with great finesse in these unusual circumstances and bid fair to become as accomplished as her mentor. Such letters as I have managed to obtain and collate, end here, but I am in hope of finding more-indeed am promised them by such collectors who laid hands on them-and will not fail to bring them then to publication. Such will be my endeavour, and it will be as great, I trust, as surely will be the readers hopes.