I lay for some time revelling amid the throbbings of her cunt upon my delighted pego. Meanwhile Lou acted postilion to my bottom, and actively frigged Marguerite's clitoris, while Marguerite herself was equally busy with Lou's more fully developed organ, and operating at the same time as postilion to Lou. Such delicious and lascivious proceedings soon drove our fiery passions into the utmost rage, and we reached our second crisis as eagerly as the first, and finished with a chorus of joyful cries ere we died away in the soft languor of satisfied lust.
I had remained, indeed all of us had remained, exactly as we were. Dear Lou, who had been greatly pleased with the admirable way in which Marguerite had operated upon her, and also with the pleasure of seeing to perfection my action on Marguerite, begged us to repeat the dose as we were. But I suggested that this time I should like to prove that the delights of the smaller orifice equalled those of the front.
Of course there was no objection to this. Marguerite, being much excited, rather preferred it. So, withdrawing my foaming prick from the delicious sheath, Lou guided it with unerring aim into its charming little neighbour. By patience and gentleness it was soon sheathed to the hilt. Lou seized with avid mouth upon the vacated cunt, sucking out the double distillation which oozed from it and resuming her operations on my bottom, while Marguerite continued her exciting movements on Lou's two parts. We soon, but more lasciviously than before, completed our third fuck, with even wilder cries of delight as the final crisis approached, followed by a longer pause in all the after rapture.
We then rose, and these two glorious women joined in laving and refreshing my relaxed tool. We then indulged in some delicious byplay of embraces and slappings of bottoms, and pulling about breasts, prick, and bollocks, until once more the tide of passion bore us on into other seas of lustful joy.
It was, of course, now Lou's turn to be well fucked in both ways, while Marguerite lay down and followed the course previously pursued by Loo. These two last courses were all we could manage at present, as time would not allow a longer continuance of our delicious dalliance. I was so taken with the exquisite freshness of Marguerite that I begged Lou to let her stay that night with me, and I promised to bring her next day to dinner and to a general orgy of all four.
'Tom must put up with it,' I said, as she predicted his disappointment if Marguerite did not appear.
I held to my purpose, the more that I could see a beam of satisfaction playing on the face of the dear girl, who afterwards admitted that I had won her admiration and affection at very first sight, and that my proposition had been the very thought of her heart before I gave it expression.
So Lou left us for home. I sent to a neighbouring restaurant of some celebrity, and soon had set before us a succulent and choice dinner, which we both enjoyed. As I have much to relate emanating from this night's work, I shall give the details in another letter.
LETTER XXIV
After the agreeable dinner to which we had both brought sharpened appetites, dear Marguerite expressed a wish to go to the Italian Opera. She was passionately fond of music, and was a passable performer herself with a small voice that warbled sweetly, if not powerfully. So I took her there. It was a representation of Rossini's ever acceptable and charming Barbiere with Mario, Grisi, and Lablache in the principal parts, and of course most admirably performed.
Dear Marguerite was in ecstasies. She was seldom indulged, and thus it was a real treat to her. That very handsome fellow Mario excited her lust, and she afterwards admitted to me that her cunt throbbed when he was making love to Rosina, and she could have welcomed him there with the greatest avidity. Indeed, in our after encounters in love's soft tournament, I begged her to let her imagination run loose and fancy that I was Mario.
The sweet girl gave way to the idea and fucked me with double energy, and a satisfaction that excited her lust to the utmost, yielding to me also a greatly enhanced pleasure by the very excess of her lubricity, caused by her imaginary enjoyment of the possession of that noble Italian singer. She so much enjoyed the idea of revelling in his possession that she avowed afterwards she did not believe the reality could be equal to what her imagination, aided by the possession of a real prick in full operation, had yielded her. Under this vivid impression, and in her salacious and lascivious delusion, she exerted all the wild lust of her passions to the utmost, and gave me the most exquisite pleasure.
I took advantage also of her great excitement, and plunged my prick as if it were Mario's into her delicious, tight little bottom-hole. We fairly exhausted ourselves in these real encounters with an imaginary person, and at last, after a most exquisite fuck from behind, but in the legitimate channel, we sank to sleep closely united as we were.
This lovely creature, without possessing all the extraordinary contractible power of Louisa, had a loving power of delicious suction which was almost as lasciviously satisfactory. At all events we slept so soundly as to awake in the same position, my prick still completely ensconced in the charming aperture. As one always wakens in the morning with a cockstand, I found my prick already stiff and throbbing within the folds of that delicious cunt.
Dear Marguerite was awakened by the same stimulant, so that without any change of position we ran a charming course of delight, and died away in all the raptures of the final crisis. We then mutually sponged each other, and thus refreshed, we indulged in an exquisite gamahuche, stimulating ourselves the while in every extraneous way, and eagerly swallowing the result, continuing our dalliance until both were again excited to a proper pitch. At dawn's first light we had one more delicious fuck before and a second behind.
After the ecstatic languor of the last was over we turned to each other to prattle love and fondle each other's charms, which ended in another most loving embrace in the lazy position of the sybarite, that is, Marguerite on her back with a leg cast over my side, and myself on my side, with my two thighs clasping her other thigh, her bottom heaved up somewhat towards me, and my prick deliciously ensheathed within her tight little cunt. This left room for my hand to wander over her belly or to frig her charming, excitable clitoris, while my mouth alternately kissed hers or sucked the nipples of the full and beautiful bosom next to me-a superb position for taking it quietly and lengthening out the pleasure to yourself, as well as for enabling you to exhaust the lust of your companion, while holding back your own powers for a final satisfaction of both your lascivious passions.
I thus brought her to that dreamy and languid state of fully-satisfied lust when a woman will open her whole soul to a man who knows how to take advantage of the happy moment to draw out her entire confidential history and the whole mystery of her soul.
I have already told you that I was adept at taking advantage of such a state of mind, and gradually she confided in me the following account of her previous life and initiation into all love's mysteries. I found that she was one of seven daughters; that her own father had first fucked her from an early age; and that she also knew of his having done the same to three of her other sisters. Furthermore she had no reason to doubt but that the others had passed through his hands.
She was the youngest, and when her elder sisters were married, and she was left alone without anyone to keep watch and prevent surprise, her mother had discovered the incestuous intercourse. There was a devil of a row, and likely to have been a public scandal, but it was hushed up, and poor Marguerite was the victim of the reconciliation of Papa and Mamma.
Hence she was sent to the convent, and never allowed to return home at the vacation, but obliged to remain almost alone, and often very miserable, while all her companions were away enjoying the relaxation of the holidays after the long months of monotonous drudgery in the convent.
She had, however, found much comfort from a darling old uncle, who frequently came to Paris and often had her out for some days. He had fucked her, of course, though being an old and worn-out roue he had not much power left, but then he gamahuched her to perfection.
She told me he delighted in her firm fresh, cunt. The moment he got her to his hotel, 'strip' was the word, and both were soon as naked as when they were born.
He invariably lay down on his back with pillows under his head, and always facing a large cheval glass, so that when she knelt astride him with her splendid backside over his face, and settled down on his belly taking his limp prick in her mouth to suck it up to a proper consistency, his eager tongue sought and penetrated: now her delicious cunt; now her no less delicious rosy little bottom-hole; and he feasted on the vision of her glorious buttocks, back and shoulders brought immediately before his eyes in the inclining cheval glass.
