The ally in Paris is Harry. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Whitney Moore Young Jr., beautiful fair sex come to Harry's studio to have their portrayal taken, but while there, one affair leads to another, and ruttish Harry's life story becomes one big Parisian orgy. Before internet porn, before porn telecasting, before porn flick, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic record book and magazines. priggish and Edwardian England had its own grownup entertainment diligence - countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishing firm, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the writers were anon.. Many of these 19th-century books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern-day referee - in more ways than one. The anonymously written"Letters from a ally in Paris"was first published in 1874. This novel is a majuscule lesson of Victorian erotica.

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LETTER 3

After the shot end described I passed a very unsatisfied night, in which I studiously avoided any sort of air pressure on my rumbustious organ. Next dawning I was in a sad Department of State of burning desire. I sat before the fire, finishing the picture of Tom for Louisa and then she came, looking more beautiful than ever, with a certain languid air, which made me suppose that she too had passed a restless night after our exciting work yesterday morning and my detailed de***********ions of the delights the sexes could give each other.

When she had laid aside her bonnet and shawl, I clasped her in my weaponry, and gave her a most sleep together and recollective embracing, which she warmly returned. I pushed my lingua into her mellifluous mouth, and said, ‘ Oh, return me the favour.'

She darted her honey little lingua in immediately, and I sucked it deliciously, pressing her loving boob with one hand, while the other wandered over the wide area of her glorious and marble-like prat, pressing my body against hers, so that she could feel the stiff projection that was throbbing in my trouser. She smiled as I handed her to her seat, and I could see that her eyes glanced down to my unruly member, bulging out as if he would burst the bonds of textile that confined him.

I begged her to sit with her feet on the pilot, and to arise her dress up on her lap, so that I could see their beautiful shape, while I shaded off and finished Tom's photograph.

These preliminaries had put her completely at her ease, and while I continued at oeuvre on the picture I led her on to fuller confessions than she had made the day before. I found, as I More than half-suspected, that her nunnery practice had been carried very far, especially in the pleasures of friction with early girls. She confessed that my conversation and de***********ions of the previous day had occupied herself and two bedchamber companions nearly all nighttime, hence the languid air I had observed.

I was odd to find out how she had luxuriously improved upon the de***********ions and sketches I had given her.

Of her two bedroom companions, one was oxeye daisy, a fine-grown, luscious, large-breasted, comely miss of se*****en, of very hot passions. The early, Emma, was a delicate little white-haired stunner of nearly si***en, well-developed for her age. These three bedfellows had taught each other all they knew or could manufacture, and that had been carried very far. I soon found that, in fact, the sly Pansa who the day before had put on such an air of ignorance and surprise, was, in realism, a capital deal more knowing than I gave her credit for. She confessed, however, that it was such a pleasure to hear a man descanting on the discipline that, although bashfulness withheld her confidence at that mo, she felt how delicious it would be to tell me everything and have no concealments between us.

I thanked the pricey missy for her confiding trustfulness in me, which she should never regret. She then described how they had practised last dark a new idea I had given her. After they were all undressed and quite a defenseless, she had laid Marguerite on her back, then kneeling on the bed straddled her and, bringing her adorable aperture right before her face, she pressed the stiff, rose-cheeked push button of marguerite daisy's pap into the scuttle as much as she could, twisting her body deliciously on the hard, swelling bosom, while Emma rubbed Louisa's clitoris with one hand, and with the early frigged herself, reclining on the bed so as to premise the forefinger of each hand into their arsehole, increasing their enjoyment in what was to them a noble personal manner, so that they spent more deliciously than ever.

They had repeated this, each to the other, until, quite exhausted, they sank to sleep. It must have been great fun could one but have seen them.

In telling me all this Louisa had often to outfox about the bush for expressions to explain their action mechanism and their means of carrying them out. I then showed her the photograph of Tom's beautiful erection, which perfectly enchanted her, as it was the first time she had really seen the internal representation of a standing prick. It made her eyes glitter and her face flush.

‘ Oh ! What a wonderful thing it is-what do you call it ?'

So I told her it was a prick intended to go into her cunt, which was the name we gave the lovely opening between her legs. I went on to teach her to use all the wide-eyed, spare password for such matters, as we did as boys at school.

It was quite charming to pick up this elegant, beautiful and accomplished girl lecture hesitatingly about Tom's wooden leg, thighs, fundament, arsehole, balls, shaft, and sing without substitute of her own breast, cunt, bottom and clitoris, as well as of fucking and frigging, and gamahuching.

‘ Then,'she said, ‘ when Tom fucks me, he will put this long matter into my-cunt-do you call it ? But it seems so big, I fear it must hurt me. Even my affectionately companion Marguerite has sometimes hurt me when she has attempted to get more than one finger's breadth in when… frigging me, as you call it.'

I told her there would be no great difficulty if she had already had a finger thrust up as far as it would go, and that the keen delight that followed would more than compensate for the pain of entrance.

Of course, I told her how her photograph had excited Tom, and I also confessed to the fan's part I had taken on the occasion.

‘ Oh ! My dear fella !'she said. ‘ You dear honeyed swain ! How I should like to ingest done it for him-that is to say, if we really, really must not be together as if we were married.'

‘ My dear Louisa,'I replied, ‘ there is but one objection, but that is fateful to your want ; you would be sealed to have a child, and would be utterly ruined. But side by side month, during the university vacation, you will be able to fulfill here, and you shall then have every pleasure but that.'

‘ Oh ! I know what you mean, frigging and sucking, you call it. I will frig and draw him, and he shall frig and suck me, if he likes. Frig… frig-such a jolly word.'

You can hardly suppose how nearly wild all this drove me, but wanting to get her more freely exposed to my aspect than heretofore, I said,

‘ seminal fluid, my dear girl, and before the day is gone, let me snap you in another position.'

She consented at once. So I placed her on her workforce and knees, with her bottom to the light, and then raised her clothes and chemise, and laid them on the minor of her back, so as to bring out her mortal from the waist. I made her flex down on a sofa cushion, project herself out and part her human knee well. Considering the grace and elegance of her lady-like soma I was thunderstruck at the smallness of her waistline, the great development of her rosehip and the richness of her buttocks.

My goodness ! What a glorious arse she had ! Such vast, white, dimpled cheeks, smooth as ivory and as toilsome, projecting apart a picayune, and separated by a shadowy vale opened by her emplacement so as to exhibit her honeyed little garden pink arsehole. A fluffy coronet of easy, dark hair was around it and even cower up the hollow of the valley towards her spinal column in graceful diminutive curls, while below commenced the tangible haircloth of her cunt, thick, bushy, sheeny and curling, covering the sides of her lips and even function of her thigh, and spreading in to the highest degree exuberant profusion up to her navel.

Just maintain your imagery, and fancy the most beautiful, graceful and educated noblewoman you know, and put her John L. H. Down in this position. Her loins deeply retiring, her tail end doubly presenting its great curve ball, supported on wonderfully developed thighs, and then the beautiful leg and exquisitely small invertebrate foot. In the heart of the picture a lovely recess-a synagogue of the God of Love-its moist pinko inside, the delicious clitoris ( betraying by its crocked projection the province of agitation the good creature was under ) and in this side, above it, the impenetrable-looking rosy dimple of her arsehole.

vault of heaven ! How I was excited-I could not shoot her. I stammered something about love, and felt faint and sick. She sprang up to me in a fright.

‘ Oh !'I said. ‘ Don't be alarmed, my sweet love, I am only absolutely paralysed by the sight of your unequalled and overpowering beauties. I can not -I can not …'

But she understood quite well what I meant and said,

‘ Harry, my own beloved friend, you must let me do all for you that you did for Tom. I insist upon making a return for all your forgivingness to him as well as to me. ejaculate, exhibit me your slit at once, my dear fellow.'

While she spoke her tapered fingers were officious unbuttoning me, and in an twinkling my wildly throbbing motherfucker stood up in her hand. I had sunk previously on the lounge, and lay reclining in a favourable situation for developing a complete aspect of its whole length. You remember what mine was like, old companion, when we were at school and college. It has developed Thomas More since then ; it is now not too long, but long and enceinte enough, very well-proportioned-altogether a reasonable smattering. Louisa was astounded both at its sizing and stiffness.

‘ Gracious ! That could never get into a woman's-what do you call it ? — cunt, I think, you told me ?'

‘ Oh, yes, it could,'said I, ‘ but we must do something of less risk to you.'

‘ Oh yes,'she said, ‘ I will do as you want-as if to Tom.'

And in her delight at seeing it, she fondled and squeezed it. This was too much for my already over-excited res publica. So I said :

‘ Oh ! My making love, cease for a bit, let us rid ourselves of some of our inconvenient clothes, and then I will show you how we can best help ourselves of your charming proposition so that you, too, my sweet passion, may love it at the Sami time.'

She immediately complied, and took off all but her corset and teddy, while I reduced myself to my shirt. She was not at all afraid of a small tumbling with me, any more than than with her two school companions, but first she made me accept off my shirt that she might stare her fill on this, her initiative opinion of a naked man. Of class, my cock and its member came in for her swell attention and curio, but I was far too excited to defer subject, and told her she should fully featherbed her curiosity after I had assuaged my bursting turmoil. Accordingly I laid myself down on the rug before the fire, with a cushion under my head. I then made her turn her rear to my look and kneel down across me, stooping forward so as to bestow her beautiful cunt down upon my mouth while she, bending her top dog, could suck and frig my prick. She was au fait in a moment. So, throwing her chemise over her back, I had her splendiferous bottom and asshole immediately before my center, and my tongue instantly darted upon her button, which was already standing stiffly and projecting quite an inch from the pouting sassing of her delicious slit, now wet with an incipient spend. I greedily licked it up, and sucked and rubbed her clitoris with my tongue. The twitch and spastic drive of her body showed how exquisitely I was exciting her. From time to prison term I thrust my tongue as far as it would go up her bitch, and sometimes changed it to her arse, which seemed to afford her Thomas More delight than even in her twat. I soon felt she was approaching the blissful consummation. I thrust my forefinger up her cunt-I found no difficulty, as her school fellow traveler had already broken the hymen-and, when well-moistened, I thrust it up her arse. Adding its rapid apparent movement to the nimbleness of my spit on her clitoris, I brought on the longed-for crisis, for which the nimble movements of her can, and the convulsive throb of her asshole on my finger had prepared me. She covered my mouth and face with her pleasant-tasting spunk as she sank the whole free weight of her magnificent arse down upon me. I followed her Sweet delirium a moment later, for dear Louisa had been equally busy on her persona although, naturally, with less acquirement in a manipulation so new to her. However she did uncommonly well, indeed all I could desire, even to following the example I set her by thrusting a digit up my bottom and frigging away while sucking my motherfucker, and tickling its theme and squeezing the balls with the other bridge player. So that almost as soon as she poured down such a profuseness of spunk upon me, I deluged her sass with my over-gorged reservoirs of cum, which she greedily swallowed.

She lay entranced for some metre, then, raising herself up, she turned rung and lay down on my belly, kissing and fondling me in the most bed and engaging manner, and hoping that she had given me as much delight as she had felt herself, although she thought it hardly possible that anything could rival the go she had so exquisitely enjoyed.

She then turned down by my side, and began anew her inspection of my mortal, first regarding my putz, now reduced to a mere shadow of its former country. She was greatly surprised for, though cushy when it left her sass, it was then of considerable volume.

I explained to her the nature of the change and of the well-chosen adaptation of the end to the means ; for what should we have done had he been always in a state of erecting ? Fortunately, he could be induced very easily to convalesce his former state, as she would quickly find out if she continued to fondle him in the way she was then doing.

‘ Well,'she said, ‘ I must first admire your manly and beautiful form.'She regarded my brawny chest, all thickly covered with melanise hair descending over my belly until it joins that surrounding the tool, plucking the curls with her slender fingers.

‘ Oh ! How much more beautiful this is than the boob of a charwoman,'said she. ‘ I greatly admire my curvy companion at school-her knocker, for a woman, is wonderfully fine-but what is it to the ravisher of this ? And expect at this pretty hair covering your beautiful belly until it joins that of my dear champion there ( giving it a pat and a docile squeeze ). But come, turn round and let me see the charms of the other side. Well, I declare, you are hair all over : arms, berm, thighs and peg, and here is a great clustering on each side of your buttocks. Open your legs, sir, there, the altogether sectionalisation is filled, and you have far more on your — what shall I scream it-arsehole than I have. Oh ! How manly and beautiful all this is, and what pleasance it gives to finger and sweep up it all over.'

And she passionately kissed the face of my arsehole and even pressed her confection lips against my bunghole. Then, begging me to place upright up, she turned me rung and turn, with loudly expressed delight and admiration.

I now said, ‘ well, you have had your fill, without Erolia minutilla, of looking at my perfectly naked body. You must now indulge me with the Same by taking off these covetous check and chemise.'

‘ That is only fair,'she said, and at once stripped to the skin.

Ye Gods ! What a celestial form ! Now I could gaze enraptured on its every perfection. She was absolutely perfective in figure, and developed every beauty that ever distinguished the finest statues plus the plenteous flesh and blood, and the most glorious incarnation, such as neither Titian nor Correggio could be. Then the lovely line of the darkest brown pilus and the livid skin. Her shoulders in their imposing width, her glorious boob standing well apart and as firm as tilt, with their delicate garden pink mamilla inviting a osculation ; her beautifully assail arms, her diminished waist, and the extraordinary fine crestless wave of her hips and derriere, of which I have already written but, which seen in an erect perspective, seemed still more beautiful. I ran my osculation all over her body, and could feature worshipped her. Of course, she had observed that all this was rapidly producing a ‘ resurrection of the flesh'and stopped me that she might more closely watch the change, which had so a lot novel delight for her. It was soon as great in its glory as ever, and all the dalliance and flirt we had both indulged in had equally excited her-indeed, more so, for before I could put her in the new situation I desired, she clasped her arm round my waist and, sighing, sunk her head on my heart and, while squeezing hard at my standing prick, she pushed her body fill up up to mine and spend profusely. I immediately laid her down on her back on the rug, and, opening out her legs, glued my sass to her deliciously wet twat and licked all her spunk up, thrusting my middle fingerbreadth well up her cunt, upon which it continued to throb convulsively, as she was still in the throe of her seething ecstasy.

When the spell was over, she drew me to her embrace and our lips joined in a recollective buss of satisfied desire. A fiddling frigging and fondling soon put her in the wit for promote sport. I now turned upon her and, getting my head between her thighs, I began to gamahuche her More satisfactorily, while she took my bastard in her rima oris and handled my balls, bottom and arsehole. I soon produced upon her a replenishment of the crisis, while reserving myself for a posterior discharge. Wetting the halfway fingerbreadth of my right hand in her moist cunt, I put it up her delicious arse, while gently insinuating the middle digit of my left handwriting up her cunt. When, by the convulsive twistings of her bum and similar pressure level of her thighs brush up my neck, I felt that the erotic crisis was at hand, I thrust both fingers backwards and forwards rapidly, and she went off with a belly laugh of joy, and sank senseless for a few second. This momentary quiet enabled me to retard my own discharge for another elbow grease in her favour.

Oh ! How beautiful it was to see this pleasure-throbbing cunt, as the profuse spark ebbed out and ran down faster than I could puzzle out it up and ravenously swallow it. I never tasted more delicious spunk, nor smelt a cunt with a purer olfactory property than the richly-adorned one over which I gloated.

She soon recovered all her vigour, which appeared to be stimulated rather than appeased by the three discharge she had already enjoyed. So at it we went, and again soon brought on the august consummation, which this time was simultaneous. She lay for some prison term too entranced to move. Alas, as it was getting late, we had to cease the sweet encounter. I aided pricey Louisa to apparel, and with many an embrace, and many a settlement shortly to renew our yesteryear delights, and with a hope to say nil to Tom, we parted.

Continued .