Letters from a Friend in Paris – letters 13

LETTER XIII

The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother’s handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor.

Louisa, whose eyes were too sharp not to have observed the effect of her lively de***********ion upon me, placed her body between me and the others in the distance, inserted her hand, and felt the wild throbbing of my prick.

‘For God’s sake, Darling, allow me to have a delicious fuck immediately! I must die if I don’t possess you at once.’

She began frigging me. I urged that the case was too fierce for such a remedy. She herself began to burn with that lust for which she was so passionately distinguished.

‘Darling Harry, I must satisfy both you and myself. I shall go into the house; you go round by the shrubbery and enter at the garden gate. You will find me in your room, as ardent as yourself and as ready for love’s encounter.’

I did so, and we met as she had arranged. She had already taken off her gown and stays. In a jiffy, we were both as naked as our first parents in Paradise and threw ourselves into each other’s longing arms in the close embrace of voluptuous and ardent lust.

We were both much too excited to enter into any preliminary proceedings but throwing ourselves at once on the bed, dear Louisa on her back, I mounted in the good, old-fashioned way. Her arms and legs immediately entwined themselves lovingly around me in almost serpentine folds; her moist and pouting cunt rose to meet my inflamed weapon, the lips seemed to open of themselves, and it darted into the voluptuous receptacle until our close embrace and the meeting of our bodies hindered further entrance, although both felt they would gladly have engulfed more if that were possible.

Hugging each other as closely as it was possible to do, and throbbing with the most delicious sensations of voluptuous enjoyment, we lay for some time entranced in rapture. Never before had that dear girl exceeded the exquisite joy-giving pressures she was now conferring upon me.

Her vivid recital of the delicious encounters she had had with the handsome and vigorous young page, following, as they did, on such a night of wild incestuous orgy, had realized the wildest excesses of her concupiscent and voluptuous imagination and seemed to have produced within her a more clinging and loving lust as if she would rather swim in the sensation than proceed to more active movements. Nothing could be more delicious, but I could not long resist, although the dear girl begged me not to interrupt for a while yet.

Nature was too powerful for me, but although it was I who felt it impossible to remain in such passive enjoyment, exquisite as it was, no sooner did I commence more active movements than all the fiery rage of lust appeared re-awakened in that salacious creature.

Her cunt became a fiery furnace, in which my delighted prick glowed and grew stiffer and bigger than ever. The movements of dear Louisa’s bottom, body, arms, and legs increased in a way far superior to anything I had ever known before. The rapturous moment arrived, and was ushered in with the wildest cries of ecstatic rapture on both sides; our bodies strove, one to push further in, and the other to engulf more than was physically possible.

Our spending seemed never to end, and so great was our excessive excitement that my enchanted prick, feeling the uncommonly excited pressures with which that exquisite cunt was so closely and delightfully enveloping it, never lost its stiffness.