The dear girl spoke to me next day about it. She had, with all a woman's instinct, exactly guessed my feelings. She threw herself into my arms, and weeping, said,
'Forgive me, my darling Harry, I love but you in my inmost heart, but my passions are strong. Tom is not only very handsome, but his power of pleasing a woman in love's combat is great, and I cannot resist the influence it gives him over my passions. Nay, my dear Harry, as I am confessing, I fear if I had neither of you, I would take up with whatever I could find, for I am so constituted I feel I cannot live without fucking. Even our delicious play before Tom's arrival only served to whet my appetite for more. I had already found how delicious it was to repossess you after Tom had fucked me on the last occasion, and I must confess our previous fucking yesterday made me enjoy Tom more than I ever expected. I am now convinced that the greatest erotic pleasure a lustful woman can receive is to have a second man fuck her as soon as she has exhausted a first one. Yesterday, I would have given the world to have rushed from Tom's arms, after the last really delicious fuck, into yours, and had your more powerful and beloved prick again into me. You must forgive me, my darling Harry, but the more I am fucked the lewder I get, and I must confess that sometimes I think I should like to have a third, and even a fourth man to fuck me, one after another. I long to be married to Tom, that we may soon have what you promised me, the society of your friend Charlie to join in orgies with Tom and you. I sometimes picture how delicious it would be to suck your delicious prick and extract its sweets, while lying on your friend Charlie's prick and leaving my bottom-hole to Tom, who never ceases imploring me to let him have it. Forgive me, my love, that I thus at once open out my inmost feelings to you. It may hurt at this moment a little of your amour propre, but on reflection you will see it is much better for us both to fully understand each other's innermost mind. We shall doubly enjoy in the end every desire that the wildest lust can suggest. You won't love your Louisa less, I am sure, my dear Harry, for thus unreservedly laying open her heart to you. I feel you will look on it in its proper light, and love and enjoy me all the more for my candid confession.'
She was right-a certain pressure at the heart showed that the first few words that conveyed her meaning somewhat grated on my feelings, but as she more fully explained her ideas, I began to see how natural they were, and how proper to so deliciously lustful a creature as she was. Also I saw what a proof of her love and esteem for me was this very confession she was making.
When she had finished, I owned how rightly she had guessed my yesterday's feelings-how her kind confession had caused, at first, a somewhat similar sensation, but that now I was a convert to her every sentiment; that my life should in future be spent in lending myself to forward her every caprice, and helping in the indulgence of her most salacious lust, which, in fact, was the very cause of the exquisite raptures she had such delicious power of conferring on those fortunate enough to be allowed possession of her superb charms.
'Oh! My beloved Harry, now I know you fully understand me. We shall doubly enjoy every whim and caprice my lust and longing can conceive or execute.'
It will readily be imagined that after the establishment of such a mutual confidence, our scene of lust was of the wildest. The dear girl, when I was stripped naked, flung herself on my body and kissed and nibbled me from head to foot in the most salacious and exciting way. She sucked my bottom-hole, licked my balls and, nearly maddening me with lust, seized at last my prick in her mouth just in time to receive the first libation, which she continued to suck out until not a drop would come.
I was not idle myself with either mouth or hands. I had nibbled at her nipples, most exciting to her, I had bitten her glorious arse until it had actually bled and I had, like her, shoved my tongue up her arsehole, and then received her delicious spend in my mouth, when I saw, by the convulsive wriggling of her loins, that the ecstatic moment was at hand.
This was but the prelude to the utmost excess in every other indulgence. I excelled every former effort, and at last sank senseless and powerless for more. Never, never before did that dear girl show such excess of lust, or power of satisfying it.
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. Oh! That is it, my beloved brother. How stiff and hard your prick is.'
I had lent myself to her deception, and the idea of the incest had excited me to the utmost.
'That is it,' she wildly cried, 'shove it in well, it is all your own; both were once in a similar cell-oh! Make the most of it-oh! Darling brother, I feel you coming. Oh! Oh! Oh!' and she died away in all the excited agony such a conjunction gave her.
When we came to our senses, she asked me how her incestuous idea pleased me.
'It excited me beyond measure, my darling girl; I even entered so much into your idea that I fancied myself indeed your brother, and the thought that I was committing incest added to the raging lust your idea already raised.'
She laughed in a peculiar way, which afterwards she explained to me. She said that if the idea of incest was an excitement to me, she would try and improve upon that idea. With her wonderful power of re-awakening desire, I was soon in a position to renew our libidinous combats.
'This time,' she said, 'I shall kneel, and you must fuck me in the cunt as my brother again and once impaled I will imagine and direct the rest.'
So, after endearing embraces as brother and sister, she conducted my excited and willing prick again into her delicious and juicy cunt. Then, telling me to insert two fingers into her charming arsehole, she began her incestuous imaginings.
'Oh, my beloved brother Fred, that's right; let me sheathe your charming prick in my cunt while I leave my arsehole for my dear father's longing prick.'
Then, supposing my two fingers to be her father's prick, she cried out,
'Oh, my darling father, do make your standing prick a little stiffer and thicker, and fuck me well behind.'
I understood her meaning. Withdrawing my fingers a little, I introduced a third, and thrust them in as far they would go.
'Oh! That is it, my darling John, give me all your delicious cock, and shove it in as far as it will go in unison with dear Fred.'
And so, under the idea of double incest, the delicious creature consummated another sacrifice, and we both
