The friend in French capital is Harry. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry's studio to have their portraiture taken, but while there, one affair leads to another, and randy Harry's life becomes one big Parisian orgy. Before internet porn, before erotica videos, before smut movies, hoi polloi lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic book and cartridge clip. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult amusement industry - countless erotic novels were put out by shady publisher, some books were printed by the author themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th-century record book are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern-day lecturer - in more ways than one. The anonymously written"Letters from a Friend in Paris"was first published in 1874. This novel is a not bad lesson of straightlaced erotica.

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LETTER 3

After the scene last described I passed a very restless night, in which I studiously avoided any variety of insistence on my unruly organ. Next morning I was in a sad state of burning desire. I sat before the fervidness, 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 shake up work yesterday morning and my detailed de***********ions of the delight the gender could move over each other.

When she had laid aside her bonnet and shawl, I clasped her in my arms, and gave her a most love and long bosom, which she warmly returned. I pushed my tongue into her sweet mouth, and said, ‘ Oh, generate me the favour.'

She darted her dear piffling tongue in immediately, and I sucked it deliciously, pressing her loving bosom with one deal, while the other wandered over the wide expanse of her glorious and marble-like buttocks, pressing my torso against hers, so that she could feel the stiff projection that was throbbing in my trousers. She smiled as I handed her to her seat, and I could see that her eye glanced down to my disobedient appendage, bulging out as if he would explode the bonds of fabric that confined him.

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

These overture had put her completely at her ease, and while I continued at work 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 drill had been carried very far, especially in the pleasures of friction with other young woman. She confessed that my conversation and de***********ions of the late day had occupied herself and two sleeping accommodation companions nearly all night, hence the languid air I had observed.

I was curious to hear how she had luxuriously improved upon the de***********ions and sketches I had given her.

Of her two bedchamber companions, one was Marguerite, a fine-grown, sybaritic, large-breasted, comely young woman of se*****en, of very hot love. The early, Emma, was a delicate little fair-haired beauty of nearly si***en, well-developed for her age. These three bedfellows had taught each other all they knew or could invent, and that had been carried very far. I soon found that, in fact, the sly puss who the day before had put on such an air of ignorance and surprise, was, in reality, a great deal more knowing than I gave her course credit for. She confessed, however, that it was such a pleasance to hear a man descanting on the subject that, although bashfulness withheld her trust at that mo, she felt how delightful it would be to tell me everything and have no concealments between us.

I thanked the earnest girl for her confiding corporate trust in me, which she should never regret. She then described how they had practised end night a new idea I had given her. After they were all undressed and quite naked, she had laid Chrysanthemum frutescens on her spinal column, then kneeling on the bed straddled her and, bringing her lovely aperture right before her boldness, she pressed the stiff, flushed button of Argyranthemum frutescens's pap into the opening move as much as she could, twisting her eubstance deliciously on the hard, swelling bosom, while Emma rubbed Louisa's clitoris with one hand, and with the other frigged herself, reclining on the bed so as to premise the index finger of each hand into their asshole, increasing their enjoyments in what was to them a baronial fashion, so that they spent more deliciously than ever.

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

In telling me all this Louisa had often to beat about the bush for aspect to explain their military action and their agency of carrying them out. I then showed her the photograph of Tom's beautiful erecting, which perfectly enchanted her, as it was the 1st time she had really seen the representation of a standing prick. It made her eyes scintillation and her face flush.

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

So I told her it was a son of a bitch intended to go into her cunt, which was the gens we gave the pin-up opening between her stage. I went on to teach her to use all the simplest, plainest wrangle for such matters, as we did as boys at school.

It was quite charming to learn this graceful, beautiful and fulfill daughter public lecture hesitatingly about Tom's pegleg, second joint, buttocks, arsehole, balls, prick, and blab without reserve of her own breasts, pussy, bottom and clitoris, as well as of fucking and frigging, and gamahuching.

‘ Then,'she said, ‘ when Tom fucks me, he will put this tenacious thing into my-cunt-do you call it ? But it seems so big, I fear it must suffer me. Even my good familiar Marguerite has sometimes hurt me when she has attempted to get Thomas More than one finger in when… frigging me, as you call it.'

I told her there would be no corking difficultness if she had already had a finger's breadth thrust up as far as it would go, and that the exquisite pleasure that followed would more than compensate for the pain of entrance.

Of course, I told her how her picture had excited Tom, and I also confessed to the buff's constituent I had taken on the occasion.

‘ Oh ! My pricey feller !'she said. ‘ You dear sweet fellow ! How I should like to birth done it for him-that is to say, if we really, really must not be together as if we were married.'

‘ My lamb Louisa,'I replied, ‘ there is but one remonstrance, but that is disastrous to your want ; you would be sure to give a child, and would be utterly ruined. But next calendar month, during the university vacation, you will be capable to assemble 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 soak up him, and he shall frig and breastfeed me, if he likes. Frig… frig-such a moderately word.'

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

‘ Come, my honey girl, and before the day is gone, let me photograph you in another position.'

She consented at once. So I placed her on her manus and human knee, with her undersurface to the light, and then raised her clothes and teddy, and laid them on the small-scale of her back, so as to expose her somebody from the waist. I made her bend down on a lounge cushion, envision herself out and separate her knees well. Considering the grace and elegance of her lady-like figure I was thunderstruck at the smallness of her waist, the large evolution of her pelvic arch and the magnificence of her buttocks.

My goodness ! What a glorious arse she had ! Such immense, white, dimpled cheeks, smooth as pearl and as hard, projecting apart a niggling, and separated by a dim valley opened by her position so as to evince her sweet picayune pink arsehole. A puberulent coronet of mild, dark hair was around it and even crept up the hollow of the valley towards her rear in graceful lilliputian curls, while below commenced the literal hair of her cunt, thick, bushy, slick and curling, covering the sides of her lips and even part of her second joint, and spreading in near exuberant profusion up to her navel.

Just exert your imagination, and fancy the most beautiful, elegant and educated Lady you know, and put her down in this office. Her loins deeply retiring, her arse doubly presenting its great curve ball, supported on wonderfully developed thighs, and then the beautiful legs and exquisitely small animal foot. In the middle of the picture a lovely recess-a temple of the God of Love-its moist pink inside, the delightful clitoris ( betraying by its soaked projection the state of excitement the dear creature was under ) and in this placement, above it, the impenetrable-looking blushful dimpled chad of her arsehole.

Heavens ! How I was excited-I could not photograph 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-smelling love, I am only absolutely paralysed by the sight of your unparalleled and overpowering beauties. I can not -I can not …'

But she understood quite well what I meant and said,

‘ Harry, my own dear friend, you must let me do all for you that you did for Tom. I insist upon making a return for all your kindness to him as well as to me. Come, express me your prick at once, my affectionately fellow.'

While she spoke her tapered fingerbreadth were busybodied unbuttoning me, and in an instant my wildly throbbing whoreson stood up in her hand. I had sunk previously on the couch, and lay reclining in a prosperous position for developing a stark view of its unit length. You remember what mine was like, old fellow, when we were at school day and college. It has developed Sir Thomas More since then ; it is now not too long, but long and large enough, very well-proportioned-altogether a fair handful. Louisa was astounded both at its size and stiffness.

‘ Gracious ! That could never get into a womanhood's-what do you foretell it ? — pussy, I think, you told me ?'

‘ Oh, yes, it could,'said I, ‘ but we must do something of less jeopardy 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 lots for my already over-excited United States Department of State. So I said :

‘ Oh ! My love, cease for a moment, let us disembarrass ourselves of some of our inconvenient apparel, and then I will show you how we can best avail ourselves of your charming proposal so that you, too, my perfumed sexual love, may relish it at the same time.'

She immediately complied, and took off all but her stays and teddy, while I reduced myself to my shirt. She was not at all afraid of a little tumbling with me, any Sir Thomas More than with her two school companions, but initiatory she made me get off my shirt that she might gaze her filling on this, her first gear sight of a nude man. Of course, my mother fucker and its process came in for her greatest attention and curiosity, but I was far too arouse to shelve matters, and told her she should fully indulge her curiosity after I had assuaged my bursting excitement. Accordingly I laid myself down on the rug before the fire, with a cushion under my brain. I then made her turn her rear to my face and kneel down across me, stooping forward so as to take her beautiful cunt down upon my mouth while she, bending her point, could suck up and frig my prick. She was au fait in a moment. So, throwing her shimmy over her book binding, I had her brilliant rear end and arse immediately before my eyes, and my tongue instantly darted upon her button, which was already standing stiffly and projecting quite an inch from the pouting lips of her delicious slit, now wet with an inchoate spend. I greedily licked it up, and sucked and rubbed her clitoris with my tongue. The twitch and convulsive movements of her physical structure showed how exquisitely I was exciting her. From time to time I thrust my lingua as far as it would go up her puss, and sometimes changed it to her arsehole, which seemed to afford her Sir Thomas More delight than even in her pussy. I soon felt she was approaching the blissful consummation. I thrust my forefinger up her cunt-I found no difficultness, as her school companions had already broken the hymen-and, when well-moistened, I thrust it up her arsehole. Adding its speedy crusade to the agility of my natural language on her button, I brought on the wished-for crisis, for which the nimble effort of her stern, and the spasmodic throb of her arsehole on my fingerbreadth had prepared me. She covered my mouth and aspect with her toothsome spunk as she sank the totally weight of her resplendent arse down upon me. I followed her sweet craze a moment later, for dear Louisa had been equally meddling on her part although, naturally, with less skill in a manipulation so new to her. However she did uncommonly well, indeed all I could want, even to following the example I set her by thrusting a digit up my buttocks and frigging away while sucking my prick, and tickling its roots and squeezing the testis with the other hand. So that almost as soon as she poured down such a profusion of spunk upon me, I deluged her mouth with my over-gorged reservoirs of seed, which she greedily swallowed.

She lay entranced for some time, then, raising herself up, she turned round and lay down on my belly, kissing and fondling me in the most loving and engaging fashion, and hoping that she had given me as much delight as she had felt herself, although she thought it hardly possible that anything could equal the ecstasies she had so exquisitely enjoyed.

She then turned down by my side, and began anew her review of my person, first regarding my prick, now reduced to a mere shadow of its old state. She was greatly storm for, though lenient 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 version of the end to the means ; for what should we have done had he been always in a state of erection ? Fortunately, he could be induced very easily to recover his late state, as she would quickly find if she continued to fondle him in the way she was then doing.

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

‘ Oh ! How much more beautiful this is than the embrace of a charwoman,'said she. ‘ I greatly admire my buxom companion at school-her heart, for a adult female, is wonderfully fine-but what is it to the beauty of this ? And count at this pretty fuzz covering your beautiful belly until it joins that of my dear friend there ( giving it a pat and a gentle power play ). But come, turn one shot and let me see the spell of the early slope. Well, I declare, you are hair all over : limb, shoulder, thighs and wooden leg, and here is a keen gang on each side of your backside. spread your legs, sir, there, the whole variance is filled, and you have far Sir Thomas More on your — what shall I telephone it-arsehole than I have. Oh ! How manly and beautiful all this is, and what pleasure it gives to feel and embrace it all over.'

And she passionately kissed the cheeks of my rear and even pressed her sweet lips against my arsehole. Then, begging me to support up, she turned me round and round, with loudly expressed joy and admiration.

I now said, ‘ Well, you have had your fill, without stint, of looking at my perfectly naked trunk. You must now indulge me with the same by taking off these covetous halt and chemise.'

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

Ye Gods ! What a celestial form ! Now I could stare enraptured on its every perfection. She was absolutely perfect in pattern, and developed every beauty that ever distinguished the ok statues plus the rich flesh and rakehell, and the most brilliant incarnation, such as neither Titian nor Antonio Allegri da Correggio could be. Then the lovely contrast of the darkest embrown hair and the whitest skin. Her shoulders in their baronial width, her glorious breast standing well apart and as business firm as rock'n'roll, with their soft pinko mamilla inviting a kiss ; her beautifully labialise arms, her pocket-size waist, and the extraordinary amercement swell of her hips and fanny, of which I have already written but, which seen in an erect position, seemed still more beautiful. I ran my kisses all over her organic structure, and could have worshipped her. Of row, 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 much novel joy for her. It was soon as great in its glory as ever, and all the dalliance and toying we had both indulged in had equally excited her-indeed, more so, for before I could put her in the new position I desired, she clasped her arm troll my waistline and, sighing, sunk her foreland on my bosom and, while squeezing hard at my standing cocksucker, she pushed her body close up to mine and spent profusely. I immediately laid her down on her back on the rug, and, opening out her legs, glued my lips to her deliciously wet cunt and licked all her punk up, thrusting my halfway finger's breadth well up her cunt, upon which it continued to throb convulsively, as she was still in the throes of her seething ecstasy.

When the trance was over, she drew me to her boob and our backtalk joined in a prospicient kiss of quenched desire. A little frigging and fondling soon put her in the bodily fluid for further fun. I now turned upon her and, getting my read/write head between her thighs, I began to gamahuche her more satisfactorily, while she took my prick in her mouth and handled my balls, fundament and bunghole. I soon produced upon her a renewal of the crisis, while reserving myself for a later discharge. Wetting the in-between finger of my rightfulness hand in her moist bitch, I put it up her delightful arsehole, while gently insinuating the midriff finger of my left helping hand up her pussy. When, by the spastic twistings of her bum and similar press of her thigh polish my neck, I felt that the titillating crisis was at hand, I thrust both fingerbreadth backwards and forwards rapidly, and she went off with a scream of delight, and sank senseless for a few minutes. This fugitive quiet enabled me to check my own discharge for another travail in her favour.

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

She soon recovered all her muscularity, which appeared to be stimulated rather than appeased by the three expelling she had already enjoyed. So at it we went, and again soon brought on the grand consummation, which this time was simultaneous. She lay for some metre too entranced to move. Alas, as it was getting late, we had to quit the angelic encounter. I aided good Louisa to coiffure, and with many an bosom, and many a resolution shortly to renew our past pleasure, and with a hope to say cipher to Tom, we parted.

Continued .