LETTER IV
You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand. You confess to having read it with too much action of the hand, not expecting any such very racy termination, and that when it came to such delicious mouth-fucking you were obliged to spend all over your dressing-gown. All I can say is don't do so anymore, but come over to see me, and I will do it for you as you did it for me when we crept into each other's beds at school.
But I have more adventures to relate and must hurry on. Several times Tom came to see me and, though for three or four weeks he continued to rave about Louisa, still I thought he became less interested, and that he was getting dissatisfied with not having had her yet. At last, he no longer asked me to feel him or frig him, which was all the pleasure I indulged him in, for you may well imagine that almost daily interviews with my sweet friend fully drew upon all my powers, and left me no inclination to stray to other sports.
Our constant meetings led to renewals of every possible variety of enjoyment short of actual cunt-fucking, and I hardly yet thought her ripe enough for enculage (means buggery - hardcore action). So I fucked between her breasts, and spent in her mouth, and fucked her in another way at which we became very expert, and which was in itself very exciting and luxurious. It was this: she knelt on the sofa, with her head down on the cushion and her knees apart. I knelt behind and, pushing my prick along the length of her cunt, without entering, she placed the wetted palm of one hand below its knob and the upper part of my prick, pressing it firmly against her clitoris and the partially-divided lips. Thus, you see, it formed a sheath for my standing weapon, in which I began my thrusts to and fro, giving her the most delightful friction on both her clitoris and the lips of her cunt, which speedily moistened my shaft almost as much as if actually ensheathed therein, especially as her extended hand pressed its whole length. I can assure you, the deception is almost complete; a novice might readily fancy he was doing the real thing, so nearly true is the sensation produced when once the prick gets thoroughly moistened by the rapid spending of a hot, passionate woman like my darling Louisa. She declared that the mere idea of its being an actual man's prick that was frigging her clitoris and, at the same time, deliciously rubbing between the pouting lips of her cunt, enhanced enormously the pleasure, and made it more ecstatic than any other way; in fact, she said it made her spend continuously. To me it was also exciting from the commanding view it gave over her magnificent arse which, only in this way, could be fully seen in all its glory of form and size and in its lascivious movements, just as if I had been really within her lovely cunt. I seized her hips, and drew her arse backward and forwards against my belly, and held it pressed tight upon it when spending. This became our favorite method, and Louisa became so expert that I sometimes almost imagined that I had slipped into her cunt.
Nor had I quite neglected the opportunity of enriching my collection of photographs, this time without making Tom a participator in their possession. The lovely girl lent herself to every fancy I could conceive. I took her in every attitude, not forgetting the exquisite one, the excitement of which in the first instance had disabled me from completing. I took her standing, reposing, front, back, sideways, foreshortened and, to complete my collection, I took enlarged views of her breasts, her backside with its magnificent buttocks, and a full view of her lovely cunt. Then, reversing the picture, I took her on her back with her legs held aloft, showing all her cunt, with hair up to the navel, down to her thighs, and round her arsehole, all of which were seen in full enlarged proportion. You may suppose these were not shown to Tom, but kept for my own private enjoyment. But never an artist in this world had such a lovely and willing model to work from; she lent herself not only readily, but did so with a just conception of what I wanted that was quite extraordinary. Still, she always looked forward to her eventual marriage with Tom although, had circumstances permitted, I fancied I could easily have cut him out.
About this time Louisa was taken for two or three weeks to the seaside, and I was left alone. The thought of the beauties of Tom's person sometimes recurred to me, and I contemplated taking advantage of the state of widowhood in which Louisa's absence had left me but, to my surprise, Tom never made his appearance.
Louisa returned, and you can easily picture to yourself with what eagerness we renewed our ecstatic pleasures. At the same time, she became very unhappy at Tom's estrangement, which neither of us could account for. About a fortnight after her return, she came to me one day in a state of lamentable distress. She seemed indifferent to amorous caresses, and on my pressing her to confide her evident cares to me, she, at last, confessed that, while visiting a poor person one night, she had seen Tom with a tall girl entering a house of ill-fame. Here she threw her arms around my neck and sobbed and wept as if her heart would break. I embraced and consoled her as best I could, promising to ferret out the whole truth for her, and telling her that I was sure there was some mystery about the affair which, when cleared up, would not be so painful to her. I swore by her beauteous self that I would never rest until I could satisfy her it was so and promised that she might fully trust in me. She smiled through her tears and tenderly kissed me, saying that I was a dear good fellow, that she really loved me.
I threw my arms around her waist, drew her onto my knee, and while embracing and lovingly kissing her petticoats, I sought the well-known spot, causing revulsion in her feelings. She threw her arms around me and said,
'My darling Harry, I have long deprived you of the last favor a woman can give, reserving it for that ingrate Tom, but now I am determined he shan't have it, so you must fuck me directly.'
Knowing that a woman, when piqued, will do anything to be revenged against the man who piques her, I endeavored to reason her out of the idea, but, obstinate like all her sex, she persisted in her design. In fact, as she held my throbbing and fiercely standing prick in her hand, she had an ally that pleaded strongly in her favor. Still my prudence — and shall I say my desire- urged a middle course.
'What is that?' she said.
'My darling, you have two gates within which love can enter to offer up this sacrifice: your exquisite cunt, and your no less delicious arsehole. Now, I can commence in the former and, after moistened, I can then slide into the other without giving you too much pain, and there spend in perfect security of leaving no fruit behind.'
'But how is it possible this great thick stiff thing can get in where your finger seems to fill all up?' 'Oh!' I said. 'Rest easy on that score. It will, perhaps, hurt a little at the first entrance but, by going slowly, and halting occasionally, the pain goes off, and it will enter completely, and then the pleasure begins and increases, and as I shall frig you in the cunt at the same time, you will eventually experience an excessive delight that will be almost unbearable.'
'But how do you know all that?'
