“S… s… sir, how b… b… big your s… s… syringe is! Have you, have you f… f… found the speck yet?” she stammered.
“There is a little way to go yet, my pet. Heavens, how blissfully tight you are! Come, press your lovely bottom back to me and so assist in absorbing all.” “I c… c… cannot-dare not! On, Mama!”
Blanche cried most realistically, though in a muted tone such as would not pass through a good, stout bedroom door-this winning my approval muchly., “You must, you must. That is the best way to draw it out,” Monsieur Delfond responded with considerable guile, which intimated to me better than anything that this was not his first attempt at exercising a young girl in this way! “Oooh-wer!” exclaimed Blanche then, for with a manful urging of his plunger he succeeded in entering it right up her bottom and so held her while her warm, satiny cheeks rotated wildly against him. For a moment in that act of rigid, throbbing insertion, her eyes bulged, her mouth opened and her cheeks grew flushed. Dear girl, it was her first corking, her first experience of being put to the cock, and how truly lovely such a moment is! The full possessor of her adorable buttocks then, Monsieur Delfond relaxed his grip upon the nape of her neck and passed his hand beneath to fondle both her titties, whose lustrous weight was so easily felt and fondled under the cloudy material. Responsive as she is, Blanche's nipples came rigid to his palm in but seconds. Her lips came together once more. A faint whimpering issued from them as she experienced the full throbbing of the male member in her most secret orifice-one I have no doubt that warmed her through and caused her titties to swell upon his palm. As you may well imagine, my dear Henri, my fingers were at that time sweetly foraging in both of Sylvia's apertures in turn. For a moment she turned her face to me and licked her tongue into my mouth with long sweeping strokes while amourously surging her hips all around and mentally beseeching, I am sure, something much more doughty than my thumb or forefinger. Not only was Blanche being initiated, but Sylvia was too, for this was her first viewing of that which she would surely receive during her vacances at home, if not before. “Will he do it in her?”- she whispered to me naively, knowing very well my reply but wishing to hear the naughty words said. “He will sperm her, yes. She will feel the full flooding of it and will come herself. When you are taken toll of, my love, behave as she. Be restless, mutinous and yet submissive, too.” At that her eyes became a little bleared and she leaned against me, her own bottomhole sweetly moist to the insertion of my thumb and her hips jiggling prettily. Taking my eyes from the peephole, I turned her half towards me and with my free hand cupped her pulsing nest, parting the succulent lips with the tip of one finger so that she quivered as if in ague. “I want to,”
Sylvia moaned into my mouth. As fervently as any girl ever has, she boldly raised my gown in turn and delved into the slits of my drawers both back and front. Monsieur Delfond and Blanche were momentarily forgotten. Her eyes rolled until her pupils could only just be seen. I knew her to be on the point of coming then and twirled my fingertip about her clitty. “You must wait, cherie,” I teased her for I always wish to bring my girls to the highest point before they are put over. Blanche was an exception, and a very saucy one. “Don't want to, please!” moaned Sylvia, who was quite beside herself with dreams and pleasure. “Your Uncle Richard is in Paris next week, my dear, as I happen to know, for he wrote me on the matter and desired to see you. Such visits are normally forbidden here, of course, but in the circumstance…” “Ah yes, Madam!” the quite possessed young creature responded passionately. Our fingers now having taken mutual possession of one another, we all but fell to the floor in such a frenzy as comes upon one in such moments. “Then you will take his cock in front of me as token of your naughtiness,” I said, whereat Sylvia uttered a huge quivering sigh, expelled as fast and fine a rain of spendings as I have ever felt creaming my palm, then sank slowly to the floor, where, lying sightless, she commenced playing with herself.
I confess that I was tempted to follow down upon her, but duty called!
Adjusting my gown, which had become rucked up to my stocking tops, I returned to my watchfulness though almost by then too late. The pair were in full flight. Moaning as if piteously, though most obviously with pleasure, Blanche was bent over the back of the chair but fully still, as I have told my girls to be at their first corking. Her legs were straight and her bottom well bulbed. Into it Monsieur Delfond was plunging his ramrod back and forth with increasing speed, making her rearing cheeks slap to his belly. “Mon Dieu! Quelles fesses!” he was heard to declare and then, snorting like a bull, evidently expended his liquid forces, causing dear Blanche to wriggle her bottom in the most sensuous manner while receiving the warm spouts of his libation. This, then, was my signal. Quitting the small room in which I had concealed myself, in but four steps I reached the exercise room and threw open the door. Immediately I did so, Blanches companions appeared as if by magic and clustered after me in the doorway. Monsieur Delfond stared at us open-mouthed with his prick still expelling the last pearls of its essence into Blanches well-corked derriere! I will not-indeed need not-describe to you the flurryings that followed, I for good example immediately ejecting the other girls and Blanche uttering a wail as if of despair as Monsieur's wicked plunger was withdrawn-a wail that might have been interpreted as an expression of regret for having parted from it, or one of remorse at having received it. Knowing it of course to be the former, I upbraided her with great realism and marched the Inspector to my sitting room, his diminishing tool covered. His state of confusion, general disarray of manner and dire embarrassment was such that he had little to say and nothing to excuse himself for, as I most sternly told him. Mention of the possibility of the matter reaching the ears of Blanche's parents caused him to blanch and all but fall upon his knees before me. Taking pen and paper, I brought the cowering man to write and sign a brief confession of his dire deed-“the utterly unmentionable,” as I imperiously put it. He begged me to show it to no one, or his career and his family would be ruined. “You may be in no doubt that I shall never bring myself to-unless, that is, I become aware of any but the most glowing report of my establishment,” I told him and promptly ushered him from the premises. What laughter followed his exit once the front entrance was closed! What babblings of desire there were from the girls all about a much “recovered”
Blanche, who was begged to tell of her sensations. “What does it feel like?” “Was it nice?” “Did he come much in you?”
Thus and thus was asked until I, putting on a matronly demeanour, sent them all back about their studies and engaged myself privately with Blanche. That, however, is another little story. For the nonce I have also engaged myself for far too long with this epistle, which I trust at the least you will find, dear Henri, as warmly described as I wish it to be. salutations, my kisses, and all the devotions of my waiting lips to you both.
Your Affectionate Julie