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LETTER XVII

You would have been somewhat surprised, my dear Charlie, at the sudden end to my last letter, but it was already unconscionably long. I was tired and had still to tell of the delicious proceedings of that night, so I determined to withhold them for another letter. With this explanation, I shall resume the current of my amorous adventures.

I left off after having inserted my bursting prick into the divine bottom-hole of the beautiful youth while dear Mamma, who was similarly transfixed by William's youthful dart, had begun the peculiarly nice shaking of her substantial and gloriously fine backside. I desired for him to follow and imitate her delicious movement, and he had hardly seconded her above a minute when the dear libidinous creature, with a scream of rapture, yielded a sweet tribute to the god of love. We paused to allow her to enjoy the delight of her spend, William thrusting his hard, ivory-like tool as far as it would go, and I rammed mine equally fiercely into his deliciously tight bottom-hole. In less than a minute our excitable and lovely Mamma became urgent for more active proceedings. We recommenced our delicious movements, and highly stimulated as we were, soon brought our first bout to an end, dear Mamma joining in the chorus of wild cries that ushered in the last grand crisis, which overpowered us with its excessive raptures, and we died away in a perfect agony of ecstasy.

That dear youth's constrictions on my excited prick, brought on by his own spasms in spending, were something beyond imagining, and I sank down on his back in all the languor of satisfied desire. We were all too happy to think of withdrawing from such delicious rapture until Mamma found the weight was becoming too much for her. I withdrew first with a loud pop from the tight aperture which I had so well corked, and bidding William remain within the exquisite sheath until I could gain my feet, I seized him and pulled him upright. As he withdrew, I turned him towards me and took hold of his cock, to which I instantly applied my mouth and greedily sucked the last drops out of it along with the rich matter with which it was bedewed from the sweet interior of the glorious creature in whose bowels he had previously poured down two libations.

I had so longed for an occasion to get the treat of such a withdrawal from her that it fired the excitement of my lust to its utmost extent of lewdness.

I tore him off the bed, plunged within my beloved Mamma's splendid and incomparable backside, and with one single bound my belly was brought up with violence against her immense globes. So unexpected was the attack, and so fiercely and instantaneously was it effected, that the dear creature gave a scream of delighted surprise.

Instantly recovering her lubricity she welcomed me with all the ecstasy of which her lewd and voluptuous nature was capable, squeezing my enraptured prick with those delicious pressures she so loved to give.

I paused a moment, although eager for the fray, to beg William to favor me with his beautiful toy, which was projecting from his stomach in all the fierce fury of desire.

He wanted no second bidding but jumped up in an instant, and all humid as it was from my sucking, thrust his prick up to the hilt in my longing bottom-hole almost as quickly as I had penetrated Mamma. At it we all three went in a fury of the wildest lust, and so delicious was it that I could not in any way pause to lengthen the joys, but rushing on with impetuous speed I rapidly brought our furious course to its natural termination.

Our screams of delight as the ecstatic moment approached were so loud that it is a wonder they did not alarm the household. At last jets of sperm burst from us in torrents and filled the delighted apertures in which they were deposited, and we sank utterly unconscious of any other feeling than that of the most ecstatic enjoyment. The fierceness and energy of our attack and its continued fury had so delighted Mamma that she was more overcome by the delicious after sensations than I had ever before seen her.

I almost became alarmed, telling William to withdraw his delicious prick which had given me such pleasure, and withdrawing my own from the divine backside of dear Mamma. The action of withdrawing drew her back, as she said, from heaven to earth.

Seeing that it was the only excess of venery that had held her so long entranced before she moved, I applied my lips to that most exquisite aperture into which we had poured three libations to love, and had so fully filled its delicious interior that the richly colored fluid was oozing out in a thick, trickling stream. I greedily licked it up and sucked it out.

This proceeding so pleased Mamma that she, too, wished for a similar indulgence before it was too late. Turning suddenly round she took my half-sodden prick in her mouth, and with the greatest avidity sucked off the same delicious matter with which it was so plentifully bedewed. She then rose and threw her beautiful arms around my body. I equally embraced her, our tongues intertwined in a loving kiss.

We were for some minutes thus deliciously employed, murmuring sweet words of the rapture we had all enjoyed. At last, we disengaged ourselves and proceeded to a general purification.

After our ablutions, we all three lay down on the bed together for a cuddle. Mamma's hands soon wandered to our two pricks, which her soft fingers knew so well how to raise into pristine vigor. All of us have become excited, we prepared to renew operations by first having a triple gamahuche. Mamma flattered me and said she would like to partake of the delicious, cream-like spendings of my prick. So arranging herself to suit her purpose, she took it into her mouth while one arm embraced my buttocks and enabled her to put her fingers up my bottom-hole.

William was so arranged that while he could gamahuche her cunt, and postilion her bottom-hole, her position was such that she could reach his prick with her other hand.

When all was settled to the satisfaction of the dear lewd creature we commenced our complicated maneuvers to our infinite delight. Mamma's ardent nature was far ahead of our slower powers, and she spent profusely in my mouth long before we were ready to second her. But this was just what her extreme lubricity most delighted in, as she got an extra enjoyment without overtaxing our powers.

No sooner did she feel by the increasing size and stiffness of the two pricks she had either in hand or mouth that we were about to spend than her own fierce lust brought her into as great excitement as ourselves. We all three dissolved away in an ecstasy of delight and lay panting with pleasure for some time until she practiced soft hand again produced its magical effect, for I never knew a woman with greater skill in the handling of a prick. She had the art of caressing it by a peculiar way to raise it to perpendicular in a very short time.

When we were sufficiently excited we prepared for more earnest work. Mamma decided that my larger cock should enter her capacious cunt, and that William's smaller but harder young weapon should plug her other orifice.

So I lay down on my back, and that glorious and splendid woman straddled me and impaled herself on my stiff and eager pego, keeping herself in an upright position, while I handled the nipples of both breasts, and William thrust a finger up her bottom-hole. She rose and fell in all the pride of her lustful beauty, saying she must spend in this position before further proceedings, and very quickly did the dear lewd creature inundate my delighted prick with her hot deluge of spunk. She died away in great joy and sank into my eager arms, which clasped her in a loving embrace. This position brought her into a favorable attitude for William's operations in her delicious bottom-hole, which he instantly plugged with his stiff, ivory-like rod.

She shivered again with delight at the thrust home of so hard a prick. Kissing me and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, she told me to pinch both her titties with my hands, and she began at once to wriggle her gorgeous backside with all her accustomed skill. We seconded the dear creature as well as we could, but before we could arrive at the grand conclusion dear lewd Mamma let loose another flood, and while we paused to allow of her after enjoyment, she greatly enhanced ours by those exquisite pressures she could so deliciously impart, either in the front or the rear, to the eager pricks so delightfully and mutually lodged together within her. It was impossible to refrain from more active enjoyment under such stimulants and we resumed our fucking. The action grew more fierce and furious, to the infinite satisfaction of libidinous Mamma, who joined our grand finale, which, ushered in by cries of agonized delight, ended in a death-like languor of exhausting desire.

Dear Mamma was in such excess of pleasure as to bite through the pillow below her face. Fortunately for me, it was not my own shoulder, for I am certain her teeth would have met in my flesh, for the fierceness of her lust made her teeth loudly grind together.

We lay a long time in all the ecstasy of enjoyment, but as their bodies at such a time became mere inert masses, I soon found them too much for me to support any longer. So giving them and myself a few minutes more of the delicious soaking we were so tranquility enjoying, I begged them to roll off. They did so, but by clever management, this was effected without unseating either of the pricks that were sheathed within her. By the frequent repetitions of these delightful encounters our passions were becoming less excitable, so, for a time, we remained in the tranquil enjoyment of being clasped together in close embraces.

Mamma and William, who had been at it much longer than I, began to feel drowsy. As the wanderings of my hand over all the glorious beauties of her superb form had begun to raise my lascivious desires anew, I proposed a position in which we could have one more delicious double-fuck, and yet leave ourselves free, without withdrawing, to drop off gradually to sleep in close embrace.

Mamma met the idea with great gusto, and we arranged ourselves thus: William, being the slightest body, lay down in front of Mamma between her glorious thighs, and took possession of her luscious and foaming cunt. I placed myself behind, begging her to push her thigh that was thrown over his body a little forward. She thus opened and exposed the deep crease between the two massive globes of her backside. I immediately took possession with my steaming prick, fresh from her equally steaming cunt, and was completely sheathed up to the hilt after gently gliding in.

With my arms around her body, I embraced her breasts and played with the nipples. She remained passive between us, save her peculiar peristaltic pressures, which were so great an addition to our pleasures.

William withdrew in unison with my outward movement, and then together we rapidly thrust in again, exciting the dear lewd creature excessively. She spent again before either of us and joined us most passionately in our final agony of pleasure.

We lay for a long time soaking in the after enjoyment, but Mamma had been so delighted and satisfied with the delicious pleasure this new position gave her that she begged for renewal as we were, before we sought repose.

We were both too gallant and too vigorous to refuse so slight a favor to one who had contributed so fully to our enjoyment, and we immediately complied.

This time we were longer than usual in arriving at the final crisis and dear Mamma had the gratification of spending thrice to our once when we died away in all the ecstatic excess of our enjoyment. We lay in delight without uttering another word, and all gradually sunk into a deep sleep.

We slept almost too long, and there was only time for William and me to give her another good poke in the position of our last effort. We then all rose, William to leave us, Mamma and I to lave our heated bodies after satisfying natural wants, during which operation Mamma treated me to a sight of her glorious cunt in the act of piddling. A most exciting sight it was, and no sooner had she finished her ablutions, than helping her to bed, I desired her to lie on her back and open her splendid legs. Then, getting on hands and knees between them, I passed my arms under her thighs as she bent her knees well up. When my hands reached her breasts, I began gamahuching her with vigor; she spent almost immediately, which I instantly gobbled up, and continued my exertions.

It was at this moment that the door opened, and Papa entered. He was somewhat surprised to find me there instead of the page, but instantly recovering himself, he said,

'Mr. Hargrave, you must be aware that you cannot have my wife without paying tribute to me.'

'I understand, my dear Sir-anything you please.'

As he had already a secret desire for me, he threw off his robe, scrambled up behind me, told me the attitude was excellent, and begged me to continue gamahuching his wife, while he would take his revenge in my charming bottom.

I was nothing loath and he ran his course with the utmost pleasure. When it was done, I said it must now be my turn, that nothing would give me greater pleasure, and he could take his glorious wife in either entrance.

He preferred her splendid backside. She knelt and he frigged her clitoris while I fucked him behind. It was a delicious union, and we all enjoyed it immensely. After this, it was time to separate. I told him I hoped now that the ice was broken he would allow me, after this, to participate often in such exquisite joys as we could all confer on each together in these delightful orgies, and he, of course, immediately consented.

Harry

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Notes;

1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.

2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.

3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris (probably the first such book).

4. The letters were written by a friend, Mr. Harry from Paris. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry's studio to have their portrait taken, but while there, one thing leads to another, and randy Harry's life becomes one big Parisian orgy. Before internet porn, before porn videos, before porn movies, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry - countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishers, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th-century books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern-day readers - in more ways than one. The anonymously written "Letters from a Friend in Paris" was first published in 1874. This novel in the form of letters is a great example of classic Victorian erotica.

5 All characters be read as of more than age of 18 years.

6. My sincere apologies to the author of the Novel and readers for editing, or modifying the underage content, if any, to make it suitable for publishing in Modern times.

Continued...

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An Evening in Paris

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Insane masturbation to Paris HIlton yesterday

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Paris. "We'll always have Paris." Oh please! Have you no concept of why the English and Americans, who have hardly ever been to Paris or at best spent no more than a day in it, come up with bullshit like that? Or of why the most famous French quotation about Paris, in a country not known for its early risers, is "Paris appartient ? ceux qui se l?vent t?t."? There was an English joke that hinted at the truth: "How many Frenchmen does it take to defend Paris?" The answer was "I don't kn...

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A Night in Paris

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Paris Match The Soundtrack

Paris Match The SoundtrackTrack 1 Paris Match (Style Council)My flight touched down shortly after seven in the evening. I grappled with my small suitcase and the emotions of both fear and excitement. I was anxious to clear the chaos of airport customs and head for the business district of Paris. It had been over twenty years since my last visit to the French capital and I had forgotten how rude people really were. Without much help from the natives I managed to find the correct train and...

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Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...

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Jean Exposed in Paris Chapter 3

I woke from a blissful nap, naked and splayed out on top of the bed.  My inner labia still swollen and lubricated from my afternoon activities.  I slowly sat up and was startled to find a brass Bellman’s cart placed near the foot of the bed holding a single garment bag.  A now familiar calligraphy-labeled note card sat on top of the comforter and a new bottle of opened champagne on the bedside table. I wondered if it was Michel who again let himself into the suite to deliver these newest...

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A BiAmerican in Paris Ch 11

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An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

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The Island Resort of Paris

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When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat."Voila!" the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance.Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she'd wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories.The driver happily carried her two bags into the...

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An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

Another beautiful day dawned over the city of Paris with the sun shining brightly. In the streets below our balcony, people trudged home from working the graveyard shift or partying all night, and delivery trucks and trash pick-ups maneuvered slowly through the city. I lay in bed looking at Shelley, my lover, next to me sleeping. In the early morning sun, she looked like an angel curled up naked for me to behold. I marveled at her beauty preserved for all these years. Her skin was so soft. Her...

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Jean Exposed In Paris Chapter 2

The elevator was empty when I entered on the basement spa floor. I used my room key to activate access to the suite floor and went to the back corner and leaned in. I rested my head on the paneled wall and plunged my hands in my robe pockets. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. The elevator rose to the reception floor and the cabin was immediately filled with guests and businessmen. In my exhausted state, I did not move.I kept my head leaning against the cabin wall looking up at the...

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