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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, dairies, 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. I am sharing them on this site. Enjoy,
LETTER XIII

The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor.

Louisa, whose eyes were too sharp not to have observed the effect of her lively de***********ion upon me, placed her body between me and the others in the distance, inserted her hand, and felt the wild throbbing of my prick.

'For God's sake, Darling, allow me to have a delicious fuck immediately! I must die if I don't possess you at once.'

She began frigging me. I urged that the case was too fierce for such a remedy. She herself began to burn with that lust for which she was so passionately distinguished.

'Darling Harry, I must satisfy both you and myself. I shall go into the house; you go round by the shrubbery and enter at the garden gate. You will find me in your room, as ardent as yourself and as ready for love's encounter.'

I did so, and we met as she had arranged. She had already taken off her gown and stays. In a jiffy, we were both as naked as our first parents in Paradise and threw ourselves into each other's longing arms in the close embrace of voluptuous and ardent lust.

We were both much too excited to enter into any preliminary proceedings but throwing ourselves at once on the bed, dear Louisa on her back, I mounted in the good, old-fashioned way. Her arms and legs immediately entwined themselves lovingly around me in almost serpentine folds; her moist and pouting cunt rose to meet my inflamed weapon, the lips seemed to open of themselves, and it darted into the voluptuous receptacle until our close embrace and the meeting of our bodies hindered further entrance, although both felt they would gladly have engulfed more if that were possible.

Hugging each other as closely as it was possible to do, and throbbing with the most delicious sensations of voluptuous enjoyment, we lay for some time entranced in rapture. Never before had that dear girl exceeded the exquisite joy-giving pressures she was now conferring upon me.

Her vivid recital of the delicious encounters she had had with the handsome and vigorous young page, following, as they did, on such a night of wild incestuous orgy, had realized the wildest excesses of her concupiscent and voluptuous imagination and seemed to have produced within her a more clinging and loving lust as if she would rather swim in the sensation than proceed to more active movements. Nothing could be more delicious, but I could not long resist, although the dear girl begged me not to interrupt for a while yet.

Nature was too powerful for me, but although it was I who felt it impossible to remain in such passive enjoyment, exquisite as it was, no sooner did I commence more active movements than all the fiery rage of lust appeared re-awakened in that salacious creature.

Her cunt became a fiery furnace, in which my delighted prick glowed and grew stiffer and bigger than ever. The movements of dear Louisa's bottom, body, arms, and legs increased in a way far superior to anything I had ever known before. The rapturous moment arrived, and was ushered in with the wildest cries of ecstatic rapture on both sides; our bodies strove, one to push further in, and the other to engulf more than was physically possible.

Our spending seemed never to end, and so great was our excessive excitement that my enchanted prick, feeling the uncommonly excited pressures with which that exquisite cunt was so closely and delightfully enveloping it, never lost its stiffness. It had hardly finished throwing out the last drops of pearly sperm into the raging furnace in which it was held so willing a prisoner than it began to run another course within that arena.

Louisa was much hotter than usual and sprinkled two showers on love's altar to my second fuck, which, if not so passionately raging as the first, was equally ecstatic in its result.

How long we might have continued forgetting all the world, I know not. We were luxuriating in all the enjoyment of living pressures and throbbings, and body, lip, and embraces of our tongues when we were rudely interrupted by a loud knocking at my door, and Fred's voice crying to me that he had been seeking me everywhere.

Louisa whispered to me to let him in. She said this with such a leer of lust that I read at once the libidinous nature of her desires.

I jumped up and Louisa lay just as she was, legs expanded, cunt gaping and oozing the tribute I had deposited within. I opened the door and Fred entered, staring at the enticing sight that met his eyes.

Louisa smiled, and pointing to her throbbing and seething cunt, said,

'Come, my dear Fred, and complete the excessive joys I have just been entranced with. Dear Harry has just fucked me to my heart's content, but I want a fresh prick to complete my desires and satisfy the raging lust within me.'

He wanted no urging; the lovely form and the dripping-wet lips of her quim exposed to his ardent gaze, were quite enough.

Louisa had hardly finished her invitation before he had thrown off the coat, waistcoat, and trousers. Jumping up onto the bed, he was into her longing cunt and close embrace in a moment. And at it they went in a fury of lust and enjoyment.

I had fastened the door and now feasted my eyes on those two dear incestuous creatures, each striving to surpass the other in the vigor of their lascivious embraces. It was a sight to fire an anchorite. I grew furious with desire and could resist no longer. I interrupted their fiery course to beg that, without withdrawing, they might roll over and reverse their position, so that I might administer a double pleasure to the darling girl.

She was delighted with the idea. No sooner said than done, and her superb and splendid arse appeared, glowing in all its brilliancy from her rich blood that had been drawn down and was flushing her pure skin by the exercise her salacious movements had produced. They spread open their legs, I knelt between, and begging Fred to withdraw for a moment, I plunged my prick into her glowing cunt up to the hilt in a single thrust. It was immediately received with such a pleasure-giving and exciting pressure that I would rather have continued where I was, but that would not have been permitted by Fred. So gliding in and out twice, I withdrew and plunged into the neighboring and equally enjoyable channel. As soon as I was fairly ensheathed, Fred resumed possession of the delicious recess from which I had so unceremoniously ejected him.

Dear Louisa, who was raging with lust, now cried out to us to lose no time, and, in fact, we had not made half-a-dozen movements before the lecherous girl poured down a delicious flood of juice with a scream of perfect delight. We paused a moment that she might fully enjoy her ecstatic discharge, and then resumed our mutual efforts, in which we were seconded with extraordinary vigor by that dear, lascivious and libidinous girl. Such delicious operations soon produced their natural result; our two excited pricks felt, through the thin partition that divided them, the increased stiffness and peculiar electric feeling that pervades the organ just previous to the last ecstatic instant of giving down love's balmy essence, and this brought us both at the same moment to the grand finale.

Louisa, too, stimulated afresh by feeling the charming sensation from two pricks at once, joined us, and we all died away in the agony of fully satisfied desires with cries of ecstasy, and then lay in the inertness of exhausted passion.

Fred, who was undermost, was the first to bestir himself, otherwise, I think both Louisa and I would have wished to continue soaking in the blissful sensation for some time longer. Fred told us we must get up, as he had come to seek us, and we were expected to go out for a drive, so we must make haste. He had been unable to resist the unexpected sight that met his eyes on entering my room and could not refrain from availing himself of the temptation such a glorious sight presented. It made it all the more necessary to remedy the delay by the extra speed in dressing.

Louisa jumped up and slipped on her chemise. I looked out into the corridor, and seeing that no one was there, Louisa took her dress and stays in her arms, quickly tripped along to her room, while Fred and I rapidly threw on our clothes, and, going out by the garden door, joined the family in the shrubbery as if he had been to seek me in the grounds. As we approached he cried out:

'I can't find Louisa. Sophie had better go up to her room to see if she is there.'

This completely stopped any questioning. Sophie ran upstairs, and in a very few minutes, she and Louisa rejoined us. At this juncture, the farm bailiff called Papa away, and as Sophie was to remain behind to write out the notices of the approaching marriage, our driving party only consisted of Mamma, Lou, Fred, and me.

We had a delightful and long drive, only just getting back in time for luncheon. Louisa's charming high spirits kept up the gaiety of the morning; Mamma, too, was unusually lively. I sat opposite her, and for mutual accommodation, our legs separated those of the other. A light shawl lay on Mamma's lap. I soon became aware that the large and fine calves of her legs were closely pressed against mine, but in such a way as to show it was purposely done. I looked up into her face, and a certain glance showed me her intention. I responded to her pressures with my knees. This was instantly returned, and from time to time we repeated these preliminary movements. The shawl did not cover both our knees, but at a turn in the road, where the breeze caught us and raised a dust, she seized the occasion to spread the shawl well over her dress, on the pretense of preventing the dust gathering on it, and, of course, it so fell as to completely cover my knees as well as all her dress.

I immediately gave her a loving pressure to let her know I understood her object. This, of course, was returned with interest. Shortly afterward, under the pretense of seeing better some fine view that Louisa was pointing out, I leaned forward, and slipping my right hand under the shawl, pressed her charmingly small knee, and glided my hand down to her remarkably fine calves, which, by raising her dress, I felt in all their beauty of form. She slid her bottom forward on the seat, and my hand followed the glorious magnificence of her thighs, encountered a portion of the immense rotundity of her buttocks, and could just feel the moist lips of her fine, fat cunt covered in a thicket of silky, curly hair. I could not reach far enough to enter the delicious precincts, but I could feel Mama's stiff clitoris of considerable dimensions, which I immediately commenced titillating; but this was too much for her in her present position; her hand slipped under the shawl, and gently pressing me, she made me aware she wished me to desist. So I recovered my position and cast a glance at her. She smiled sweetly upon me, and gave an almost imperceptible nod of her head, as much as to say how agreeable it would have been to have proceeded further, and conveying a hint of future favors when opportunity should offer.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled more than usual so that I could see how amorously excited she was. Indeed, evidently, to satisfy the passion I had excited, as soon as we descended from the carriage, entered the vestibule and saw a packet on the table, she cried out, as if it was something she expected,

'Oh! I am glad that has come. Pray, Fred, bring it up to my room.'

So Fred accompanied her. Louisa gave me a knowing look, and as soon as they were out of hearing, said,

'Dear Harry, I saw what you were about with Mamma. You have excited her and she has taken Fred to satisfy her amorous passion.'

And so it was, as Fred laughingly told me as we lounged on the grounds after luncheon. Enough for today, I will continue my lusty adventures in this interesting and delightful family in a future letter.

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.

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