LETTER XII
Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa’s family at breakfast.
As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participator in the incestuous joys of this delightful family, I sank into deep a slumber and slept the sleep of the just.
We were all late for breakfast the next morning. Dear Louisa was as fresh as an opening rose on a warm May morn. I thought I had never seen her cheek with a lovelier hue, nor her eyes sparkle more brilliantly. It was evident that the greatest venereal indulgence only lent a higher and indefinable charm to the rare beauty of her face and form. She was always amongst the gayest of the gay, but on this morning she seemed to outshine herself; her witty sallies were poured forth in greater profusion and brilliancy than usual. Her lively spirits carried us all with her, especially the males of our party; even the page seemed to enjoy the lively sallies of her wit.
We all, of course, had our reasons to admire her gaiety and surpassing beauty. Even the page was not without the internal satisfaction of congratulating himself on having possessed that enchanting creature.
Louisa herself informed me of this as we lounged in the shade of the avenue on the terrace after breakfast. We were out of earshot, and I was congratulating her on her beauty and wit, and the peculiar brilliancy of her cheek and eye, showing that our wild orgy of the previous night (which I have not described to you, my dear Charlie, overcome as I have been with fatigue) had heightened her beauty of mind and person, rather than exhausted them.
‘How could it be otherwise, my dear Harry: you know the force of my libidinous passions, for I have made you the confidant of my innermost soul.’
I asked if Papa had given her great satisfaction, and how often he had done it after I left with Fred.
‘Oh, vastly! Three times, and a delicious gamahuche. Twice in the front and once behind. As the household began to stir, there was no time for more. I saw Papa out and then purified myself as a refresher, which sent me to the water-closet. In coming out, I saw that Mamma’s page happened to be passing.
‘”Come here, William,” I cried. “Are you about anything in particular, for which anyone is waiting?” ‘”No, miss.”
‘”Then come in here for a moment.”
‘His face flushed and his eyes sparkled immediately at the idea. He followed me into my room, and I could see that a lewd desire had instantly seized him, by the sudden bulging-out of his trousers. I lost no time but flinging my arms around him, and kissing his handsome face, I drew him to my naked bosom, for I had only my shift on, and stooping to embrace him, the falling shift exposed all. He glued his lips to my breasts, while my busy fingers unbuttoned his trousers and drew out a very handsome cock-not as large as yours, dear Harry, but hard as ivory, which it resembled in color, and capped with vermilion. I drew him by it to the bed, and falling on my back, he was into me instantly, standing by the bedside. I threw my legs over his shoulders, where they acted as a lever for the active movements of my bottom. We were both fiery with passion.
‘My young assailant proved his aptitude for love’s delicious combats and sucked a nipple while ravishing me. We both spent together after a rapid struggle. The beauteous boy never lost his stiffness but throbbed with exquisite pleasure within my delighted sheath. He recommenced it almost immediately. A second, somewhat more leisurely fuck followed. Again we sank in the death rapture of satisfied lust. Wishing to have him in a more luxurious fashion, I told him to withdraw and strip. He did withdraw, but immediately, before I could raise myself, he sank onto his knees, applied his mouth to my pouting and overflowing cunt, and sucked up all the content, until I poured down a delicious flood of nature’s balm into his greedy mouth. This only fired my excited nature to a greater degree. His clothes were off in a moment, almost as soon as I could change my position on the bed. He jumped up and threw himself into my longing arms. I had thrown off my shift, our naked bodies met in a sweet embrace, his tongue darted between my open lips, his prick, stiff as ever, sought with unerring aim the aperture where it had already twice found happy asylum.
‘I made him keep quiet for a short time, while, with pleasure-giving pressures on my side, and wild exciting throbs of his gorgeous young prick on his part, our active tongues intertwined like two turtle doves. Such salacious proceedings soon drove us into all the wild excess that the utmost lust could prompt. His youthful energy and the satisfaction of his longing desires in now possessing me, for it had long been the utmost wish of his heart, made him as lustful as myself. You know, dear Harry, how rapidly the ecstatic result comes upon me. I found my young athlete as hot and as ready as myself, his never-failing stiffness more than compensating for the smaller volume of his prick. Three times did he again fuck me before withdrawing, deluging my delighted cunt with floods of his wonderfully thick spunk.
‘He then withdrew. I turned him on his back, and getting astride him with my head downwards, sucked his delicious prick, while he greedily glued his lips to my throbbing cunt. This proceeding soon produced its natural result on each of us, and both our mouths were filled at the same time with love’s delicious essence. I continued sucking on until again his delighted prick rose in its pristine vigor. Then, turning my body around, I fixed myself upon the stiff stake projecting from his belly, and after a few risings and fallings, leaned forward. His longing arms cast themselves around me, and drew me close to his palpitating chest; my breasts coming down close to his head, he seized one nipple in his mouth and sucked it most expertly, while our active bottoms were in full exercise.
‘This time a longer period of ecstatic pleasure-giving movements preceded our death agony of fully satisfied desire, and we sank almost insensible, closely clasped in a mutual, loving embrace. On recovering our senses I rolled sideways to him without allowing him to withdraw, for which he had no desire, and we commenced a loving prattle. I asked him if he had ever enjoyed a better fuck.
‘”Oh, never, dear Miss Louisa. I have so longed for you ever since you came down, and I so little expected to have you that now it is a joy beyond all imagining. I never before had such delicious bedfellow.”
‘”What?” said I. “Do I beat Mamma? For I know of your tricks in the family.”
‘”Madame is certainly first-rate, and it was, she who first taught me what a woman was, and I dearly love her, but admirable as she is, neither she nor Miss Sophie at all approach the exquisite delight you gave me, dear Miss Louisa.”
‘”What, you young dog, you have been into my sister too, have you?”
‘”Oh, yes, but I thought you knew, as you did about Madame, or I should not have mentioned it.”
‘”Does she fuck well?”
‘”Charmingly, but neither has the power of squeezing me so deliciously as you are doing now, dear Miss Louisa. Feel how you make my cock stand as fiercely as ever!”
‘And sure enough, it was as hard as ivory. I hazarded a conjecture and asked him how often he had fucked Sophie last night. As both Fred and Papa had been with me, I fancied it was probable that the page had not been with Mamma, and, as I now knew that he served Sophie as well, I at once asked the preceding question. He expressed astonishment at my knowing he had been with Sophie but admitted that he had had her eight times.
‘”In that case,’ said I, ‘you must get up, or you will injure your health by such excess.”
‘The young rogue in the meanwhile had been handling the large buttocks which you say I possess in such perfection, and now begged I would yield him one more favor before he left me. He pleaded for the poor, dumb creature that I had put again in such a state of excitement, and then, insinuating a finger into my bottom-hole, begged me to let him enjoy that pleasure-giving aperture as a bonne bouche before we parted so that he might have the ecstatic rapture of possessing every one of my charming orifices. Of course, I indulged him at once. You know that nothing delights me so much as finishing off in that way. I got on my hands and knees and the delighted page took up the same position, first stooping to lick out my cunt, and then to apply his tongue as a moistener to my longing bottom-hole, into which he thrust his tongue as far as it would go. Then, becoming furious with lust, and most lasciviously excited, he brought his stiff-standing pego to the opening and plunged it is up to his small hard balls at the first lunge. I squeezed him with the vast power which you so much admire and know I possess. I held him fast, a delighted prisoner, for some minutes, and then we ran through a course of rapturous pleasure, ending, as usual, in the deep-drawn sighs of gratified passion. My young and delighted ravisher showed the force of his passion and the gratification of possessing me by hardly losing his pleasure-giving stiffness, and as he had his arms around my body, frigging my clitoris and thrusting some fingers of his other hand up my cunt while he carried on active proceedings in my bottom-hole, he was able to hold me fast and maintain his ground. It is true I was nothing loath, for the young rogue was affording me the most intense delight, heightened immensely by the fact of following up on all the wild lustful gratification that your three delicious pricks had previously yielded me. You know, my dear Harry, by the confessions I have so delightedly been allowed to make to your congenial soul, how a succession, an immediate succession, of several men adds to the salacious enjoyment of my lubricity.
‘Well, my vigorous young page, keeping possession of my willing person, fucked me voluptuously once more, and this time, after an ecstatic discharge on both parts, finally withdrew. I sucked the dear fellow’s prick as clean as a new pin, and sent him away from a proud and delighted youth, but not without many embraces and promises of renewing such delightful exercises. Hence his enjoyment of my high spirits.
‘Never, never before, my dear Harry, have I known such extravagant rapture as last night gave me. And I owe it all to you, my darling Harry, for if you had not shared certain matters with Fred, of which, by the by, you must give me all the details, I should not have passed so exquisite a night, a night that has fulfilled all the delights that my wildest imagination had pictured.’
Here she finished her exquisite and exciting de***********ion of her encounter with young William.
You may fancy the state I was in, but the result must follow in another letter.
Harry
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Notes;
1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.
2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.
3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris (probably the first such book).
4. The letters were written by a friend, Mr. Harry from Paris. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry’s studio to have their portrait taken, but while there, one thing leads to another, and randy Harry’s life becomes one big Parisian orgy. Before internet porn, before porn videos, before porn movies, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry – countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishers, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th-century books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern-day readers – in more ways than one. The anonymously written “Letters from a Friend in Paris” was first published in 1874. This novel in the form of letters is a great example of classic Victorian erotica.