Letters from a Friend in Paris- letter-6

LETTER VI



I ended my last letter at a moment of utter prostration from the excess of lubricity I was then describing. Since then dear Louisa has devoted several days to ourselves, as well as three or four to Tom. We managed for her apparently to leave the house, but in reality to slip back into a snug little room. I then got rid of Tom very rapidly, and gratified that dear girl’s letch in fresh fucking her while still awash with all the plenteous streams of sperm that Tom had injected into her. I began in her charming heated cunt, then twice in her delicious arsehole, for the previous plenteous fucking she had had rendered her intent upon having it that way. For it must be remembered, she strenuously resisted all Tom’s entreaties for permission to fuck her in that exquisite pleasure-giving aperture. As I had always had her three or four times before Tom came, I was thus enabled to satisfy the fiery passions of that charming creature, who revelled in all the libidinous raptures of such double fucking, the intermediate action of Tom sufficing to afford time to renew my vigour and stimulate me to more potent action by the very thought of plunging into her sperm-filled cunt. To Louisa it was like a fresh prick, and she would shut her eyes and call me her dear Fred, or any name that came first to her mind, which, she said, made her fancy it was a third fresh prick fucking her.

The dear girl declared she thought she could satisfy half a dozen men. Since she has made me her confidant as to her ardent and lustful nature, we have often stimulated our passions by various imaginings of being others and of pretended actions with others, in which one has tried to excel the other in imagining new forms and positions of the lewdest kind.

With all the superior imagination of her sex, she far outstripped me in the forms and even persons brought into action in these imaginary scenes. She said now that I had so deliciously initiated her in all love’s mysteries, she could imagine not only the intense pleasure of variety and even of number at once, but she felt as if a nearer relationship to the operator, or operators, would thus add stimulus to the passion and lust of the coition.

‘I will imagine you to be my cousin, my uncle, my brother, even my father; come to my arms, then, my beloved brother Fred, and let me teach your young prick all the delights a longing cunt can give it.