Anonymous - Letters from a Friend in Paris

There never was a more insatiable, lascivious and lustful creature than this dear girl, nor one who possessed in greater perfection the art of exciting and pleasing men, and bringing them, no matter how often, to the desired result of gratifying her excessive lubricity.

She left me to dress. I was soon down in the breakfast-room, where I found everything ready for me, and dear Mamma most officiously and kindly helping me to every luxury of the table. Under such kind auspices I soon completed a delicious repast, which dear Mamma recommended me to cap with a petit verre of most excellent vieux cognac. I gladly accepted this, as I could see by the peculiar sparkle of her bright eyes that mischief was in the wind, and that I should need to have all my resources at hand.

As soon as breakfast was over and cleared away, I remarked that it would be a good opportunity of having a more favourable photograph of her than my last.

I saw she immediately adopted the idea, knowing that once in my photographing room we should be free from interruption. Seeing how ready she was, I boldly proposed that she should favour me at the same time with the opportunity of having some freer poses, so that her splendid Junoesque form would enrich my private collection. She smiled an assent, though declaring that I was importunate, and asking how she could in any way give Juno-like poses.

'By having looser robes, so as to give flowing lines of drapery and not confining the natural undulations of your beautiful form with stiff stays,' I answered.

'So, my dear madam, perhaps you will choose some flowing robes and shawls from your wardrobe while I go and prepare my plates. You can join me in the photographing room when you are ready.'

I could see by her pleased expression that I had relieved her from a little embarrassment, and that it was the very thing she wished to do, but without my suggestion might have hesitated in its accomplishment.

So while she went to her room to give orders not to be interrupted by any one, and to prepare herself, I went off to arrange my plates, amp;c. I was hardly ready before she joined me, wrapped in a large, black, velvet mantle, and carrying a red shawl over her arm. I immediately complimented her on her admirable choice of colours, which could not more fully set off the beauty of her lovely skin.

'Oh, my dear Mr. Hargrave, you surely do not expect me to show my naked body?'

'And why not, my dear madam? These photographs are not for all the world, but for my own private collection, that I may retain a perfect similitude of the finest form I ever met with in my life. So, my dear madam, pray seat yourself on that couch, and let me arrange you in such a pose as will best convey an idea of your splendid and beautiful bust.'

My flattery told; she was all smiles, and lent herself to all my hints.

'Put down that shawl for the moment and throw the mantle on one side so as to show one bosom slightly exposed.'

On moving the mantle I found there was but a fine chemise below bordered with beautiful lace, and fresh from the wardrobe. In fact, the dear creature was bent on business, and I saw that the best way was to commence at once. As I dropped the cloak from one shoulder, her lovely, naked arm fell to her side, and her open chemise slipped aside and fully displayed one of her largely developed but beautifully formed breasts. I started back as if the exquisite sight that met my eyes was too much for my weak senses.

'God of Heaven, madam,' I cried. 'What superhuman loveliness!'

And really the magnificence of form, the exquisite creamy whiteness of her flesh, set off in the highest degree by the black velvet, again relieved by a small portion of snowy-white chemise fringed with the yellowish white of the rich lace, was a picture worthy of Titian's brush, and enough to drive any hermit raving mad. I rushed forward, threw myself on my knees, glued my lips to the nipple of that lovely breast and clasped her in my arms.

'Mr. Hargrave! What are you about?' she cried, but yielding to my pressure, she fell back on the couch.

I tore the mantle open and I raised her slight and almost transparent chemise. What a lovely sight met my eyes! She was indeed a Juno in form, glorious beyond imagining, and her magnificently developed mons was even more richly adorned with the greatest profusion of curly, silky ringlets than that of her lovely daughter Louisa, who was so well provided in that respect. I threw open her legs, with very little resistance I must own, and gluing my lips to her largely developed clitoris, which was standing stiffly out in full excitement, I gamahuched her deliciously. She was already so lasciviously hot that she was scarcely a moment before seizing my head with her two hands. She pressed it down against her splendid, large, fat cunt as if she wished to drive it in altogether, giving a cry of satisfied lust as she poured down on my mouth and chin a perfect torrent.

I never knew a woman spend more profusely than her. It was, doubtless, a pent-up stream suddenly let loose. I slipped my hand under my chin, but could only get my thumb in, which served her as something on which to expend the exquisite pressure her lubricity was occasioning. I continued sucking her large clitoris, which quickly resumed the stiffness it had partially lost in spending.

'Oh, my dear fellow, come to my arms,' she cried.

I rose, tore off my coat, waistcoat and trousers, threw myself on her superb and glorious body, and was engulfed in her exquisite cunt immediately. Her arms and legs instantly embraced me; with her hands she pressed my buttocks as she raised her own by the leverage of her legs on my back, as if she wished to get me in altogether. We thus lay for some minutes in an exquisite trance of delight. Her throbbing and internal peristaltic pressures, in which particular she even surpassed the extraordinary excellence of Louisa, though with less power of actual pressure at the entrance, were most delicious. Louisa could almost nip one's cock off. Without going so far, Mamma was perfect and most exciting, so that we did not long remain enjoying these delicious preliminaries but soon began more active operations.

Fast and furious grew our movements. Dear Mamma seconded me with a skill, vigour and rapidity quite astonishing in one as generously proportioned as she. But she was in the prime of her life for a healthy woman, thirty-six, an age when the passions more fully understand their object and lend themselves with the utmost ardour to their accomplishment.

Nothing could exceed the delight this exquisite woman afforded me. With lust so rampant we ran our first course, and spent in an agony of rapture that seemed to exhale our souls away in deep expiring sighs. We lay for some minutes lost to all around us, and then she kissed me most lovingly, and murmured soft mutterings of the heavenly joys she had experienced in my arms. Our billing and cooing, and her rapturous interior action on my prick hardly allowed it to decrease in volume or stiffness. Our loving embraces soon drove us on to another passionate course of love, again to die in the death-like agony of passion's final crisis.

Thrice did I pour down libations in love's sweet recess before I withdrew from the exquisite sheath in which I had made my sacrifice to Priapus. I threw myself backwards so as to bring my head down to that most glorious temple of Venus, and pushing aside with my fingers the profuse bush of curls which so adorned and graced love's grotto, I laid bare and opened the large, pouting lips, and exhibited to my charmed sight one of the finest and largest cunts I ever beheld. Large, indeed, it was, but with a small hole in it, and that, I think, is the finest cunt a man can meet with. This one was truly glorious to see. Of a beautiful salmony pink, fringed with thick, black-brown curls, topped with a remarkably fine clitoris hardly drooping its head after its seven or eight discharges, for after our first encounter the dear creature, in the excess of her lust, was repeatedly dying away and sending down floods of boiling spunk on my delighted prick and adding immensely to the rapture she was giving it. Indeed, as I gazed in admiration at the glorious beauties of the cunt I had laid bare, the rich, creamy, mixed oil with which we had so amply besmeared the interior recess was oozing out of the really small orifice of her vagina.