Anonymous - Letters from a Friend in Paris

We saw her hand steal down to her cunt, and by its rapid movements she was evidently frigging herself in unison with the paternal movements above.

The wild lubricity of Louisa got so excited with this that she begged me in a whisper to fuck on. I did so, frigging her clitoris the while, and she almost immediately spent profusely.

I paused at this opportunity, wishing to keep myself for the other work I should shortly be called upon to do, but was obliged to give the ardent girl another fuck, in which, fortunately for me, her extreme lubricity made her spend so quickly that I avoided following suit.

Papa spent with apparent agony of joy, and after soaking for some time, withdrew and resumed his habillement.

Sophie had thrown herself again on the couch in all the satisfaction the good fucking her father had given her, for we found it was the second fuck that we had first seen. Before leaving her he lifted up her petticoats and gave her delectable young cunt a loving kiss and then left her. We watched him out of sight, and then quietly scrambled down to the level of the hut. Louisa entered first, telling me in a whisper to keep hidden until she called me.

She was some time before she did this; the salacious girl had got astride of Sophie, and reversing her position the two sisters satisfied their respective excited feelings by a mutual gamahuche. It was not until this was accomplished that she told Sophie that her old lover Harry Hargrave was waiting in a state of great excitement outside to take the place of Papa, of whose previous operations he had been a delighted witness.

Sophie was somewhat surprised, but being assured by her sister that there could be no betrayal on my part, the warm, passionate girl jumped at the idea of a fresh prick fucking her wildly excited young cunt, more especially as dear Louisa had already informed her that Fred and I had passed the previous night with her, and that I was a master of my weapon. So I was called, and instantly made my appearance.

Approaching dear Sophie, who still lay extended on the couch, I first gave her a warm embrace and thrust my tongue into her mouth, while with one hand I was drawing up her petticoats, but dear Louisa anticipated me; so, after giving her delicious young cunt a good feel, I stooped and sucked her cunt lips and clitoris till she spent, then quickly taking off coat, waistcoat and trousers, I threw myself upon her, and was into her tight young cunt up to the hilt in an instant. And at it we both went at once at such a pace as rapidly to produce the ecstatic end, especially as that dear good Lou was sucking one of Sophie's titties, while she acted postilion with a finger up my bottom-hole. Being now somewhat less excited, I arose after a few minutes' soaking.

I took a long and loving survey of all her young charms, which possessed the extreme freshness and firmness of youth. Her buttocks were beautifully shaped, and though not so magnificently developed as those of Louisa, were hard and smooth as ivory and almost defied pinching. I deferred further inspection until night-time, for dear Lou had already introduced the subject of Fred and me passing the night with her, under the pretence that as now only two nights would elapse before her marriage, Papa wanted to make the most of them.

Sophie made no bones about it, but was delighted at the chance, especially, as she flatteringly added, when dear Mr. Hargrave was to be of the party. His late effort had given her far too much satisfaction not to wish to possess him again as soon as possible.

Of course, I could only reply in one way to so flattering a compliment, namely, by proving it was deserved and showing my prick in a perfectly fit state to do so.

'Stop a minute,' said Louisa, 'I must come in for my share of the feast. We have not time for any more than the fuck you are both so ready for, as we must return to the house to be ready to meet Tom. Mamma and Fred have gone with the carriage to meet him at Rouen, and bring him home.'

We had almost forgotten this, and dear Louisa was right. So she made Sophie get up, and she lay down herself in her place with her head towards the end of the couch. Sophie then mounted her and presented her bottom to me. That dear, lubricious Lou told me to take possession of Sophie's bottom-hole this time, while she would frig her clitoris and postilion me, she herself being gamahuched by Sophie. She would also have the pleasure of having the whole operation before her eyes.

'The will of the woman is the will of God,' says the proverb, and she had her way. I plunged as usual for a shove or two in the delightful young cunt, and being well-moistened gently glided into her tight, throbbing, heated arsehole. As it had been stretched and lubricated by the previous incestuous fucking of her fond parent, I had less difficulty in penetrating, and as she showed no symptoms of suffering we at once proceeded to the joyful business. Her young bottom-hole, from its internal heat and tightness, was more like a boy's arsehole than that of the female sex in general. This, added to the titillating effects of Lou's additional aid, made for one of the most delicious fucks imaginable. We all three spent together, and remained for some time swimming in all the blissful sensation following such satisfaction as our lubricity and lust had just enjoyed. After which we readjusted ourselves and returned to the house.

On our road through the woods Louisa begged us to favour her and Tom after dinner, so that they might slip away. She was afraid, if she did not take the edge off his appetite, he might try to find her bedroom at night, which must be avoided, and she could not think of a better plan. Care had already been taken to put him in a distant part of the house. He arrived just before dinner, looking remarkably handsome.

Being already dressed, I showed him up to his room, and remained with him. He was in ecstasies at seeing Lou so beautiful, and begged me to favour his fucking her after dinner, for he would never be able to hold out if he did not have her that evening.

He said that one night, gazing on the photograph of her legs and bosom, his weapon throbbed so fiercely that to diminish it, he took the cool pillow and lay astride of it. However, when he did so, he could not resist looking at the picture, and pressing harder and harder with a wild and unknown pleasure that, at last, he fell asleep and dreamed that Louisa was squeezing him down with the beautiful calves of her legs. Then he awoke in a kind of rapture, and found himself involuntarily moving up and down upon the pillow which he suddenly wetted with his warm fluid, which rushed out with an almost painful sensation from his excited instrument.

I cut short my last long letter as I was really too tired to write more at the time.

Our dinner party was of the gayest. The lovely evening and the softened light of the waning moon, which had only risen as we left, unusually late, from the dinner table, drew us to the terrace, and Sophie and I soon began to wander away from it, with the benevolent intent of favouring Louisa and Tom. We led the way to the nearest summer-house, and left them to their own enjoyment, keeping watch the while to warn them if any intruder should approach to mar their secret sacrifice of love.

They kept us positively one hour kicking our heels and keeping watch for them. At last Sophie and I heard Fred hallooing to us from the terrace, and we ventured to approach the hut.

The dear occupants were in the very agonies of spending, as evidenced by their cries of delight, which met our ears as we approached the entrance. We halted for a moment to listen, but we had approached at the acme of delight, and the sudden silence, broken only by occasional, deep-drawn sobs of delight, showed that for the moment all was over, and that they were only revelling in the after enjoyment. So we ventured to interrupt them, and tell them that they must of necessity cease for the present, as we were all sought for.