Anonymous - Letters from a Friend in Paris

Well, I glided in without much difficulty and, although she begged me to stop once or twice for a minute or so, the complete insertion was effected, it might almost be said, without pain. I then rested a minute or two. After that, passing my arm round her belly, I frigged her clitoris and, with the other hand gently pinching one of the rosy buttons of her breasts, a thing that gave her great additional excitement, I proceeded to move gently to and fro. Once her passion was excited, she became furious to have the utmost I could give her, and urged me to be as vigorous in my thrusts as I could make them. Her libidinous cries were most exciting.

'Push it in, my dear fellow… faster… frig me well. Oh! It is overpowering. Oh! Oh! Shove harder. Ah! That is right, push your finger up my cunt. Oh! My God! I can't bear it, it is too much. I die! I die! Oh! Oh!'

And off she went at the very moment that I poured a full volley of spunk right up her guts. My finger at the last moment thrust up her cunt had added to the pressure on my prick through the thin lining that separated me from the interior of her cunt. Never, never, did I experience such exquisite pleasure. I had now the additional compression of the muscles of her arsehole to the 'nippers' of her cunt. I lay entranced and so excited that my prick hardly did more than slightly soften. That continued compression quickly brought it to a stand once more and as I had not withdrawn, I began to move very slowly backwards and forwards, moving my finger from the inside of her cunt to her stiff clitoris. She, nothing loath, wanted little to re-excite her, and once more we plunged into the wild delirium of the completest and most intoxicating pleasures of coition and lascivious delight. When the grand crisis came, which it did simultaneously, she sank forward in a state of bliss. I fell with her, my prick still in, and lay almost senseless; we actually fell into a short slumber and awoke with my prick still a prisoner in her exquisite, delight-giving arsehole, in which it was held tightly engulfed up to the very root by the superb constrictive power possessed by my lovely and loving gaoler. It required a good pull to draw it out of the delightful bonds by which it was so firmly held and it emerged with a 'plop,' as a cork comes from a well-corked bottle.

We laughed heartily at the idea and, turning face to face, we lay clasped in each other's arms; our lips met in long and loving kisses and mutual suckings of our tongues; in fact, billing and cooing like two fond doves for some time before we could find words to express the mutual ecstasies which had enraptured all our senses in the wildest transports of love and lust.

Louisa, the dear sweet girl, fondly pressing me to her still pounding heart, declared she knew no words equal to describing the rapturous and voluptuous joys with which I had filled her until her very soul thrilled with delight.

'And do you know, you dear sweet fellow, that the exquisite sensations produced by your spunking in me behind, were of such overpowering, nay, maddening rapture, that it seemed as if it must annihilate me! I wonder if your spending in my cunt would be equal to the excessive and perfect delirium of pleasure you gave me in spunking into the other entrance. Before Tom marries me, you, my dear Harry, shall spunk into my cunt, for I am determined he shall now not be the first in any way, the ungrateful fellow.'

But she had now taken her revenge, and could talk over more reasonably his apparent infidelity and the seeming mystery of the tall girl she had seen him with under such suspicious circumstances. She had really loved Tom, although, doubtless, our delightful and salacious intercourse had considerably weakened her earlier affections. But the world knew they were intended for each other and, woman-like, she could not bear the idea of being 'planted'-the bitterest pill a woman can swallow. Thus she was not inclined to make the breach irreparable.

'Besides, my dear Harry, I shall have the satisfaction and the pleasure of revenging myself as often as we can meet, and not alone for that, but because I have learnt to love you dearly, you charming fellow. You will, won't you, fuck me as often as we can possibly meet, for you have become inexpressibly dear to me.'

And so we did and do; and you may be sure I swore to love her always and ever gratify her every wish.

She remained a few days after this, which we employed in renewing the exquisite scenes I have already described, and then she returned home with her aunt, who had only come up for a few days on family matters. Our last meeting was distinguished by an excess of efforts, each one more lascivious than the last. I spent five times, and I really believe she made up a dozen. We reluctantly withdrew from our close embraces, and I aided her to dress. When quite ready to go, she threw herself once more into my arms and, putting her hand on my shrunken and still damp prick, for I was perfectly naked, said,

'Harry, my love, you must indulge me once more in letting me suck this dear fellow, and receive a sweet mouthful of his delicious spunk. You know it is some time since I had that delight.'

'But, my love, you must let me purify myself first; remember where it has just come from.'

'No! No! No!' she said, 'I must have it as it is; is it not from my own body that it is so bedewed? There, stand, but turn your bottom; now stoop.'

She opened the cheeks of my arse, kissed my arsehole and pushed her tongue in as far as it would go, which was so keen an excitement that I felt my almost exhausted prick begin to show some signs of renewed life. After toying thus for a short time, she wetted the entrance with her saliva and wetting also her finger, thrust it in as far as she could. Then, turning me round, she took the whole of my still soft prick into her mouth up to the very root, and while she worked her finger rapidly in my arsehole, she rolled about my prick in her mouth, and sucked it with a salacious lubricity as exciting as it is rare to find. It could not fail to respond quickly to such lustful wantonness, and stood as stiff as ever. Then, grasping its root with her free hand, she continued her exquisite manipulations, and soon brought down the delicious discharge with such excess of pleasure that I thought I should have fainted, and could hardly keep my legs.

The dear creature greedily swallowed all, and continued to suck until not a drop was left. She arose, smacking her lips, and declared it was sweeter than ever.

We then parted and I promised to look after Tom until her return.

A gap in the correspondence occurs here; Louisa has returned and Tom and she are meeting at Harry's studio

I closed my last letter with an intimation that we turned in for a delicious night. It was so in fact. My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed an infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. I don't think we ever enjoyed a more delicious or lengthened fuck than we had after our first endearing embraces.

Louisa excelled herself in the salacious lubricity of her serpentlike movements. There was a greater suppleness of body, and an intertwining of our limbs in a closer conjunction than we had ever before experienced.

We seemed to quite grow to each other and, when the last grand crisis came, our very souls seemed to exhale, and we sank closely embraced in a death-like languor of perfectly satisfied lust; without a movement we both fell into a long and deep sleep, which our previous double encounter had well earned.

I awoke late in the morning, still soaking in that most exquisite and delicious cunt, which had retained me in the grasp of its velvety folds with unfailing tenacity.

My prick was, as usual in the morning, already in a state of vigorous stiffness, and I gradually awakened my beloved mistress with the gentle titillations of a slow movement. She opened her lovely eyes, and turned them in all their force of love and lust, to press her lips to mine. Our tongues were not idle; our hands wandered over all our mutual beauties. The torch of love fired our souls; our bodies united in action to extinguish Cupid's flames.