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  For the next week, by daily inspection of her own rear, Natasha was able to watch the gradual fading of several expertly inflicted bruises on the cheeks of her prim little arse! Have no fear, my dear Dolly, the education of Natasha will prove a truly rewarding experience for you! Let me say something of Julia. There is a curious paradox in England, a propos the upbringing of young ladies. A “good” girl like Natasha gets the strap for a comparative peccadillo.

  Now, Julia is an adolescent whore by any standard. Yet she gets no such penalty. It is as if parents and teachers are prepared to thrash and reprimand England's daughters, so long as their sexual offences are slight. But once the girl gives herself up to promiscuity, the stern moralists cease to scold and put away their scourges. To witness Natasha's youthful enjoyments, you would have to spy upon her closely. Julia, though but a few months the elder, performs her lewdnesses in the public view-when that view includes the darker corners of streets and courtyards. Yet no birch-rod waits in pickle for her arrival home. They have, you see, given her up. Her reputation is gone and neither high-school teachers nor her family care beyond that. Observe what hypocrisy is indulged by “respectable” society in England! It is not the conduct of the girl but only her reputation which concerns her elders. As the rules demand, Julia must appear before her betters in the same school uniform as Natasha-the decorous skirt, the blouse and striped tie, the ankle socks and flat shoes.

  With the boys who accompany her on other occasions she will flaunt herself in the tightest riding-jeans or-given the chance, no doubt-in leopardskin tights! As if to advertise her character, even under the supervision of female moralists she adopts this hardened manner, the cropping of her dark hair to its short, spiky appearance with its close tapered cut on her nape-for all the world like a labourer's boy rather than a middle-class miss. You would not wonder at Julia's preference for short singlet and tight jeans if I told you of how easily the boys' hands may fondle her close to the skin. I do not suppose a girl feels much if she is fondled through a dress and several petticoats. But if you could see Julia and a pair of boys in a dark doorway or the arch of an alley-way, you would understand. To fondle her between the legs, or to handle the soft weight of Julia's bottom-cheeks through thin denim is almost to feel her as if she were naked. Indeed, there is no doubt that the tight denim pants must rub her up a little as she walks! There again, as a boy glues his mouth to Julia's in a long kiss, pressing her in the corner of the archway after dark, how easily he may slip a hand into the waistband of her pants. And you may be sure that while his fingers play between her legs or part the cool cheeks of Julia's arse, the girl's hand has already opened his fly and is manualising his erection in return.

  I do not know if her virginity has yet been impaled on the stout lance of male pleasure-nor indeed if Julia's arsehole has been breeched. Yet she is certainly adept in masturbating the boys of her acquaintance with a ready hand and leaving the seed of future generations spilt in the nooks and arches of the town! Even as she sits at her desk in close company with girls of reputation and refinement, you would recognise her at once for what she is. If you doubt me still, let me tell you of a glimpse I had, the first which opened my eyes in this case. Julia lounged under a railway arch in the embrace of some happy young ruffian. His pale erection was stiff in her hand and his own fingers were busy inside her pants. Now, I confess, in those circumstances I should want to take Julia somewhere private and do all manner of things to her-some of which even she could not guess at! In the singlet and riding-jeans, she looked quite a young woman and not a lumpish high-school girl. Julia's cunt was no doubt yielding copiously into her young swains hand. Yet even to take her pants down was impossible in such a place, when the bulls-eye lantern of a policeman might swing into view at any moment.

  Did our hardened young heroine with the darkened eyes and rouged cheeks merely desire novelty? Or was she determined to have closer acquaintance with the penis? Whatever the cause, she offered little resistance when the boy pressed on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees before him. He held her head gently between his hands. Julia's mouth opened a little, still hesitant, but enough to admit the penis-head between her lips. Holding her head more firmly, he began to move his hips in an energetic rhythm. Did Julia suck him actively-or did he merely employ her mouth as a necessary receptacle?

  Once or twice she made a faint gagging sound in her throat, which suggested that neither of them was expert in the matter. At last he came in her mouth, still holding her close and urging her not to waste a drop of such precious balm but to swallow it all down. At that moment a second lad-there were five in all!-came from the shadows and took his place. Julia uttered a muffled plaint as her mouth was filled once more by a stout truncheon of flesh. When all five had finished with her, they left her on her own, lying curled on the ground, as if entranced by the memory of what she had just been made to do! How I envy you two such pupils, Dolly! The maiden of bashful sixteen is the stuff of legend. Will these two charming girls-so different in their characters-be so bashful at sixteen after your care of them? I can scarcely wait to hear! Do not forget that I shall inform you also of every detail relating to the pretty frauleins who arrive here next week to spend the summer under this roof! Jack.

  TWO

  The Villa Anna-Preparations for the arrival of the two English adolescents-Dolly's menage-Sonja and Petra, the two Berlinese “bitches” of the villa's mistress-Their lesbian amour-Restless nights in the bedroom's luxury- The arrival of Julia and Natasha-A charming encounter of innocence and experience-Sobs and sighs.

  My dearest Jack, I shall treasure your last letter more than any other you have sent me. What promise! What pleasures lie in store for us during the summer months! I feel almost like Thackeray who thought that a plum bun was so delicious that its anticipation was more exquisite than its consumption. But you, my dear, have promised a pair of plum buns-so delightful individually and so exciting in contrast. Ah, yet wait till you see how I repay you.

  By this time on Friday you will have four delightful pupils under your roof, thanks to my influence. All are between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. You will recognise them from the enclosed photographs as Katharine, Claudia, Elke, and Helena. Indeed, if my further plans are successful, you may also have an opportunity to introduce the intricacies of the English tongue to such olive-skinned belles of Italy as Daniela and Valeria-not to mention Agnetha, Milena, and certain other blonde beauties. But now to our present drama. I write this letter a little after midnight when the villa is quiet and the girls sleeping. Julia and Natasha arrived this evening in the care of a dour-looking duenna who departs again tomorrow morning. Then I shall have the two new pupils to myself! Yet I have not been idle while awaiting them. Indeed, they will soon make the acquaintance of two young women whom I may almost regard as my slaves. If the Isle of Lesbos had boasted a seraglio, Sonja and Petra would surely have been among its treasures! They are not yet wholly mine but I propose to take possession of them completely in a little while. If you would understand the fate I nave in mind for our two pupils, I must begin by revealing to you something of Sonja and Petra. Were you to enter a certain photographer's establishment in a shopping boulevard of this city, you would find these two young goddesses waiting to attend you. Sonja is the elder, at twenty-two years old.

  She has some experience of sharing a husband's or a lover's bed-we do not inquire closely into the couple's marital status. What more charming sight than to see Sonja walking on a summer evening near the Savigny-Platz? She has a lithe suntanned body, seen to advantage in her light pink blouse, brief turquoise skirt and white ankle-boots.

  There is a gamine quality in her trimly muscled calves, as much as in the crop of her medium brown curls, her roundish sun-warmed face and blue eyes. You may be sure that as she walks along the Kant-Strasse or the Kurfursten-Damm in her easy strides, many a camera takes Sonja's picture-bare legs and cheeky manner-for a private collection. If Sonja is the dominant girl of the pair, Petra may seem
to be the submissive one. Yet you would not think so by her off-hand and dismissive manner towards many of the male customers! She too is undoubtedly a charming contrast-as Natasha proves to be to Julia.

  Petra is a slim lithe girl, eighteen years old, with flaxen hair fringed on her forehead and sometimes worn loose to her shoulders, sometimes tied in an untidy tail. Her face has a fine fair skin with the bloom of health on her cheeks, while her expression combines innocence with a certain surliness of manner. Her features are perhaps more crudely prominent than Sonja's pertness, which is sometimes the way with the daughters of the German proletariat. Both girls give an impression of lissom energy, their firm trim-made legs moving with bare suntanned grace below the hems of their little summer skirts. I promise you, Jack, many a gentleman who chances to peep into that shop sighs wistfully at the thought of having Sonja and Petra under his absolute command. What bedroom scenes fill his thoughts-and to what little purpose! The truth is that Sonja and Petra yearn for each other's bodies more strongly than for Apollo himself. Yet two such charming young lesbians are always in peril in a city like this.

  Sonja, indeed, had a regular ration of penis between her legs when she was a few years younger. Though she wears no wedding-ring, perhaps she was even obliged to submit her cunt and arse to the demands of the marriage-bed. Imagine the eagerness with which these two girls accepted my offer of protection here at the villa! They put themselves entirely in my charge and I am a frequent spectator of their billing and cooing. Neither of them dreamt of such luxury and sensual indulgence. A day hence and the photographer will see them no more.

  Knowing me as you do, Jack, you will guess that my intentions towards Sonja and Petra are not entirely honourable! The Villa Anna will soon be their sumptuous prison where they lie bound by the soft threads of amorous desire. If a certain type of man-a person of wealth and firmness-should take a fancy to the pair, I will have Sonja and Petra broken to his demands without further ado. While Petra's flaxen hair threshes like wheat in a storm, her knees shall be held apart for her initiation. Then she shall be turned over, a smack on the slim curve of Petra's bottom to make her relax its cheeks for a proper admiration of what lies between them. Such dramas are in the future. Perhaps they will never be enacted, though I should feel a natural disappointment in that case. At present my plan is more direct and simple. Though I must not let my own part in the affair be seen too soon, it is my intention that the two young German women shall lure your pair of pert little girls into the most heavily perfumed flower-paths which the gardens of depravity have to offer! I propose that by the end of the summer, our elfin blonde, Natasha, shall experience pleasures so perverse that the mention of them would bring a blush even to the cheek of a young wife fresh from her weeks of honeymoon passion! With this in mind, I determined to put Sonja and Petra themselves to the test on the night preceding the arrival of the two English girls. It was a beautiful summer evening, the late sunlight still lingering in a warm dusty glow over the gardens of the villa where they run to the lake shore. The ornamental urns and the birch trees cast their distended shadows on the gold radiance, though it was almost ten o'clock. The two young women share a bedroom-and a spacious bed-luxuriously appointed. Its balcony, in the Italian manner, overlooks the placid waters with a view to the trees and the Crown Prince's castle on the far side of the lake. They are well-used to my presence in the room as they prepare for bed. Indeed, they accept that the playing of certain amorous games is part of the gratitude they are to show me for their safety and comfort here.

  We went up together to the bedroom with its walls panelled in pink silk, the damask cover of the wide bed, the mirrors which conveniently reflected that arena of pleasure, and the eight bright bulbs of the electrolier which illuminated its languors. Dinner had ended an hour before, the servants having cleared away and gone to bed in their own part of the building. The two girls were dressed informally, as they had been when they left work for the last time.

  Sonja matched her brown tan and cropped dark curls with the pink blouse, the little white ankle-boots, and the short turquoise skirt which left bare the brown, agile form of her calves. Petra was more simply attired in her white blouse and a plain short skirt of blue denim. Picture me, then, as ring-mistress with these two charming performers in the ring. The long curtains were drawn across to hide our enjoyments from prying eyes. Then each girl undid her skirt and blouse, removing both garments and hanging them neatly in their places. They stood before me, each clad in nothing but a skimpy white breast-halter and matching briefs of white cotton web, stretched tight over hips, loins and seat. “I must put you to bed, my pets,” I said, taking no care to conceal my amusement in this game. “Lie on the bed dressed just as you are. Sonja, lie with your head towards this end and Petra, my child, lie with your head towards the other. You shall sleep head-to-tail tonight-if you find any leisure to sleep at all!” They obeyed without any real sign of reluctance. Sonja put her knee on the bed and climbed over to her side. She settled the shock of her dark curls at the centre and stretched out her bare limbs which are brown as a gypsy's after so much sun. Petra followed more bashfully, first putting her hands behind her head and forming a collar-length pony-tail of her lank flaxen hair which she secured with an ordinary rubber band. Eighteen-year-old Petra arranged herself so that she lay facing Sonja, head-to-tail. The posture kept each girl's face level with her friend's hips. To complete this charming ensemble I enforced a degree of amorous bondage upon them, Round each girl's waist is a light gold chain, its ends welded so that it cannot be removed. About each pretty neck I now clipped a broad leather collar from which ran another twelve inches or so of chain.

  This I locked round the shapely partners waist. So our pretty pair were condemned to pass the night in their present suggestive manner, each pillowing her head on the others nips or backside. Each girl's field of vision was almost filled by the charming prospect presented by the other's hips, backside, and upper thighs. Though still wearing their white stretch-briefs, each was obliged to present herself to the face of the other in an appealing upwards squat!

  Under the level fringe of her blond hair, Petra's face coloured a little as I took the waistband of her briefs and drew them down to the mid-point of her slim lightly suntanned thighs. I did not remove the briefs altogether, jack, for there is something more provocative about a girl like Petra with her panties down round her thighs than with her lower body entirely naked. Under the occasional rudeness of her manner in the shop, one finds a true sense of vulnerable innocence in Petra's blue-green eyes. She was self-consciously aware that even the more roughly-used and easily-blemished part of her knickers was under Sonja's immediate gaze. Sonja's round gypsy-brown face looked at me with blue eyes expecting the same treatment. I smiled at this.

  “You shall keep your pants on for the moment, Sonja. Content yourself with enjoying your view of Petra!” Indeed, the collar-chain which attached her to the gold links round the young blonde's bare waist gave Sonja no chance to turn from her contemplation. Her cheek rested on the taut slimness of Petra's upper thigh. Her eyes confronted the younger girl's trim nymph-like buttocks, and of course the lips of the cunt between her legs with their stray tendrils of fair hair. On these occasions, Jack, when I am in full command of my two slaves, I am as strict in one respect as any English prude. I do not allow either Sonja or Petra to masturbate. Their hands are fastened so that each may play with the other but not with herself. So now a leather cuff went round each wrist and a light chain from each attached it to the other girl's waist again. There was no limit to what one girl's mouth or fingers might perform upon the other's sensitive part. Yet neither girl could reach far enough to gratify herself. Had I been in a wicked mood, Jack, I should have arranged matters a little differently. Having mixed a strong aphrodisiac in the dinner coffee I would have had them trussed in this posture but with their wrists strapped behind their backs and their collar-leads holding them back from even the lightest kiss. Then each girl must have itched for
relief and seen the other's beauties of hips and thighs before her eyes, while having no power to ease the erotic anguish of herself or her companion. I promise you, dearest, that my plans for Petra and Sonja include such a restless night of amorous torment. Yet this was not to be the occasion of it.

  I watched them for a little while as they lay waiting on the bed.

  I had determined to see if it was possible to light Sonja's “fuse” and by so doing cause the “explosion” of love in Petra without ever touching her myself. I sat at the middle of the bed, stroking Petra's blonde fringe as she pillowed her fair-skinned beauty on the fuller curve of Sonja's brown thigh. Her view of Sonja was rather as if Petra had been looking up at the open seat of a chair on which the young woman sat. Though Sonja's white briefs still moulded the “landscape,” the rear opening of her thighs was but four or five inches from Petra's blue-green eyes. The firmly-rounded cheeks of Sonja's bottom were clearly and separately presented in the fight cotton-as was the soft bulge of her pussy-flesh between her legs.