Letters from a Friend in Paris – letters 15

LETTER XV

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 favoring 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 reveling 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.

In a very few moments, they issued forth from the dark shade of the hut and joined us. I could see from the lustre that shone from Louisa’s eyes how much she had enjoyed it. In fact, we heard afterward that they had employed themselves so well that Tom had had four super-excellent fucks, and had made that dear lascivious girl spend quite twice as often. But Tom whispered to me, ere we parted for the night, that she had resisted all his efforts to enjoy her from behind.

I told him by way of comfort that, doubtless, when she was his wife, she would be more dutiful and obedient to her marriage vows, in which she would have sworn to obey him in everything.

‘By heavens, my dear Harry, if she does, you shall come afterward, and fuck her while I am into her bottom, and we will take it in turns, my dear fellow, to be in the middle. Won’t that be jolly?’

As I sought my room, I called en passant at that of Fred, to beg him to call for me when he considered the coast clear to conduct me to his sister’s arms. I undressed and put on nothing but my dressing-gown, and then lay down on the bed until Fred should come, leaving my night-light burning.

It was quite three-quarters of an hour before he came, by which time I had fallen asleep, and slept so soundly that Fred had to pull me off the bed to wake me up. My sleep, however, had much refreshed me, and Fred, taking my arm, led me through the now obscure corridors and passages to dear Sophie’s room.

We found her waiting impatiently for us. The dear girl was lying in bed stark naked, covered only with a sheet, which she threw off as soon as we entered.

She flew into my arms to welcome me to her chamber. I had already dropped my dressing-gown, and received her in my equally naked arms, so that our nude bodies joined in a close embrace. Fred, too, threw his arms around both of us, and our three naked bodies were thus brought into close and loving contact.

The dear girl took a prick in each hand, while ours wandered all over her young charms, and we were rapidly getting too excited. Fred stopped this by telling us that we must not proceed too hastily, but at once go luxuriously to work.

‘Lie down on the bed, Harry, and Sophie will most enjoy sucking your fine prick, for at present it is a novelty to her.