Chapter 3: Correspondence from Abroad

The next morning James and I were able to begin again our usual routine. Awakening slightly before him, I gazed lovingly upon his chiseled form and slid the covers down below his loins. I traced gently the veins upon his wondrous organ until it had stiffened sufficiently, then lowered my face and opened my lips. I could taste the residue of our passions from the night before and savored the flavor of our mixed love juices. I slowly stroked his mighty shaft while suckling fiercely upon his tip and he awoke slowly and happily, then rewarded my efforts by spewing his life force across my tongue. Afterwards, I suckled him to rigidity a second time, then climbed atop him to take a most pleasant ride on my most favorite of stallions.

Afterwards, exhausted by my canter, I collapsed upon his manly chest and kissed him a warm greeting. “Good morning, darling! Have I told you yet how very much I love you?”

James chuckled. “Yes, but that was yesterday, and I hope you never feel otherwise. Are you completely well yet? Allow me to say that you look spectacularly lovely, but you always do.”

“Well, thank you, kind sir! I am the very essence of good health, James! What are our plans for the day?” I asked.

My beloved gave a slight shrug and grimace. “I fear that I have neglected my affairs terribly over the last few weeks. We shall be forced to actually do some work today, as opposed to lollygagging the day away abed.” As he said this he cupped and squeezed my arse, to inform me just how he would have preferred to spend his time.

I moaned pleasantly as he aroused me, but another course was not to be. James slid out from underneath my compliant form and wrapped a dressing gown around himself. I lay back upon the bed drowsily and exposed myself to his view most lewdly, allowing my fingers to wander across my breasts and cunny. “James”, I whispered, “I don’t see why we can’t spend at least some of the day in bed...” I whined pleasantly as his eyes goggled and spread my legs wide and twisted to show him my need. His seed dribbled from my cleft, and I scooped it with my fingers and ate it most lasciviously, then rubbed my nubbin until I spent before him. This aroused him prodigiously, and he tore off his gown and rushed to my side. Standing by the bed, he reached down and lifted me until my face was at his waist, then forced his cock between my eagerly opened lips. He practically fucked my mouth, thrusting into me fiercely before spewing his love down my throat.

That was the end of our morning gambols. We dressed and went down for breakfast, then Siobhan joined us in James’ study. She had been attempting to stem the tide of correspondence that had accumulated during my illness and had indeed slowed the flow to a manageable flood, but we still spent the balance of the morning and into the early afternoon reading letters and telegrams.

Finally, after a late lunch, James and I were alone to read some of the personal mail which had arrived. It had been almost two months since Ahkbar Singh had departed to travel to Mecca, and we had begun receiving some letters from abroad. Mister Singh’s agenda had been for him to travel from Boston to London by steamship, then travel from London to Mrs. Pembleton’s finishing school. Inasmuch as he had none of the European languages and my fellow classmates did, I was sure that Mrs. Pembleton would be happy to arrange an appropriate escort across the Continent. I informed Ahkbar that he would be expected to pay the various expenses involved, as well as make out an honorarium to Mrs. Pembleton for her assistance, and inasmuch as he was, if not as wealthy as James, quite comfortable, this he readily agreed to. I provided him a letter of introduction to Mrs. Pembleton and sent a telegram ahead to inform of his pending arrival.

I would be remiss if I did not offer an expansion on this subject. Mrs. Pembleton ran a rather singular school for young ladies. Oh, the official curriculum was certainly ordinary enough. A young woman upon matriculation was expected to be familiar with the classics, some mathematics, at least a foreign language or two (I myself am perfectly fluent in French, quite conversant with Latin, and at least cognizant of Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese), and of course possess the varied requirements of etiquette and decorum necessary to make one’s way in society. However, it was the unofficial curriculum that made a graduate a rather desirable and marriageable commodity!

Mrs. Pembleton did not hold with the popular yet hypocritical notion that relations between a husband and wife should be limited to the act of procreation; whilst she never said it in so many words, it was apparent that she considered such relations even more an act of recreation. Nor were such relations required to be between husband and wife, or even man and woman! She had a most cosmopolitan view of the world, and though she would never come out and say outright such things, neither did she say ought when such came to light. In such a gathering of adolescent girls, with spirits running high, it is often the case that her charges would experiment with each other. I, for one, had often trysted with friends, and I was actually deflowered not by James, by but a hairbrush! Mrs. Pembleton never denounced such activities as they came to her attention, but simply suggested the need for discretion and privacy. Furthermore, her own marriage to the groundskeeper a few years earlier, a strapping young man half her age who was required to attend to her every afternoon for “consultations” which left her smiling and him frazzled showed that we could all look forward to numerous pleasures later on in life.