Dear Carry,
I am about to keep my promise, and give you an account of our honeymoon.
You, my dear, must be equally faithful, and reply as frankly as I am now
about to write to you.
Two giddier girls than you and I never entered the bonds of matrimony,
or more earnestly longed for the sights connected with it. Well, after
the usual breakfast, we left by rail for Leamington, where we were to
pass our first night. We had a _coupé_ to ourselves; and beyond seating
me on his knee, and kissing me, Fred behaved with much decency and
propriety. We arrived and dined. The hour between tea and bedtime was
sufficiently tedious, as both of us were naturally much preoccupied. My
husband wrote a letter to mamma, telling her of our safe arrival, and of
his intense happiness. After which he asked me if I would go to bed, in
the most matter-of-fact way imaginable. I murmured an affirmative,
scarcely knowing what to say. He rang for a candle, and told me he would
follow shortly. It seemed like a dream to me. The maid showed me to a
room containing a large four-post bedstead, heavily hung with curtains,
and provided with old-fashioned furniture.
I seated myself on the edge of the bed and began to meditate. I sat
thus, for, I dare say, ten minutes, and then commenced undressing. I had
put on my nightgown, and removed everything but my stockings, when I
heard footsteps approach the door. I opened, and my husband entered,
closed it, and turned the key. Oh! Carry, I did feel so funny. I was
undressed in a bedroom with a man, and that man had a right to my
person. He seated himself in an armchair, and drew me on his knee.
Nothing but my thin nightgown separated my bottom from his bare knee,
for he had quite undressed in an adjoining room and had nothing on but
his shirt under his dressing-gown, which flew open as he sat down. He
drew my lips to his, and kissing me, thrust his tongue between them,
while his hand first caressed and squeezed my bosom, which, you know, is
pretty full and well-developed; it then wandered down upon my thigh,
pressed and felt the fleshy form. Little by little he approached my
belly, and for a moment pressed my mount. These preliminaries are at all
times exciting, but now they made me almost ill, so great was my
confusion. Seeing this, he drew up my nightgown, and placed his hand,
first on my naked thigh, then on my mount, and you know, Carry dear,
what a forest I have got there. He seemed delighted with it. His fingers
played with the silky curls, drawing them out to their full length, so
long that it appeared to surprise him, and his eyes sparkled, and his
face showed much excitement.
“Open your thighs, dearest,” he whispered.
I obeyed mechanically, and his middle finger forced itself between the
lips of my cunt, and commenced rubbing my clitoris. You know, by
experience, what an excitable one it is and to what a size it developes
itself when excited. Again Fred seemed delighted with his discovery.
“Does that please you, my darling?”
“Yes,” I faltered out.
He thrust his finger up my cunt, then rose up, threw off his
dressing-gown, took me in his arms, and lifted me on the bed, placing a
pillow under my head. Then letting my legs fall over the sides, he knelt
on the floor, and separating my thighs with his arms, stooped and kissed
my quim. He did more, he sucked and then licked with his tongue my
already excited clitoris. It set me on fire, and I could not avoid
showing it by the convulsive twitchings of my loins and buttocks.
“Do you like that, my love?”
“Oh! yes; so much!—so very much!”
I was nearly mad with the excitement he was putting me into. He again
stood up, and lifting my legs, his hands pressed them again and again.
“What delicious legs,” he exclaimed.
I could see his shirt bulging out. He leant forward, and with his arms
under my legs, lifted them well up, and I felt a stiff thick thing
pressing against my cunt. His left hand opened the lips, his right hand
guided it between them, and a cruel push lodged its great head
completely within. Neither you, or I, Carry, were strictly virgins, our
fingers and other means had opened our vaginas to a certain extent. We
had played too many tricks together to have left our maidenheads quite
intact, so that the passage was less difficult than it might have been.
Nevertheless, it had never been penetrated by the male organ, and that
of my husband was of the largest. I experienced, therefore, a great deal
of pain, and cried out—
“Oh, my dear Fred, you hurt me dreadfully, what are you doing?”
“Doing, my darling! why, I am getting into you. Have a little patience,
and I will make you mad with pleasure.”
Another determined thrust sent him halfway, and then with another, still
more violent, he lodged himself up to the hilt within. I screamed with
real pain, and struggled to free myself.
“Good heavens, sir, you are killing me; I will not endure such
treatment.”
He heeded me not, but holding me fast by the thighs commenced shoving in
and out furiously. A sensitive woman never receives an insertion of this
kind with impunity. The friction began to excite feelings that first
deadened the pain of entrance, and then began to awaken the delicious
sensations of lubricity. The enjoyment I began to experience was
delicious, and I could not refrain from heaving up to meet his thrusts.
“That is right, my angel; was I not correct in saying it would soon turn
from pain to pleasure? Do you not enjoy it now?”
“Yes; but you make me feel so funny. I don’t know what—it—is.”
His increased and rapid movement filled me with delight; I bounded up
and down in response to his thrusts, and felt so queer when, all of a
sudden, he gasped for breath, stopped, and I felt a greater and stiffer
swelling of his instrument, and then a gush of hot liquid dashed against
my womb, which continued running for some seconds. This, Carry, was my
first experience of what a man can do for us.
Withdrawing his huge affair—for he since admits he is larger than most
men—letting go my thighs—he pressed down upon me, and tenderly embraced
me, and said that I had behaved admirably; in future there would be no
more pain, and from what he had already experienced he felt sure I was
made for the fullest enjoyment that husband and wife could indulge in.
After a little fondling, he rose, drew off my stockings, and helped me
into bed, immediately following me. On throwing back the clothes to
enter the bed, he said he must kiss the dear little hairy thing that had
given him such pleasure. He kissed and toyed with it admiring the
profusion of hair on my mount, the whiteness and beauty of my belly, and
then, baring my breasts, admired, kissed, and sucked them. All this not
only excited me, but I could see very well it had again caused his
affair to stick out. Seeing that I was timidly glancing at it, he seized
my hand, and made me lay hold of it, showed me how the skin covered and
uncovered its head; then becoming rampageous, he got on my belly and
between my thighs, and again introduced his cock to where it had already
given such pleasure. He still rather hurt me, and made me smart for a
little while, but as the interior was well lubricated by his former
discharge, the penetration was easily accomplished. When up to the hilt,
and the two hairs were closely joined, he paused and said—
“We will take it less impatiently this time, that my darling Bessie may
enter into all the joys of fucking, for that is what we call it my dear;
so I shall go slowly to work until my darling’s passions awake and
urgently call for more rapid movements.”
He did so, and gradually produced the most lascivious excitement in my
whole body. I writhed beneath him in the utmost extasy, threw my arms
round his body, and hugged him to me.
“Oh! you are an angel,” he cried, “and made for enjoyment. Throw your
legs also over my back—there, that is it—and now I will hasten my
movements, and we will die away together.”
Oh, the delight he gave me was inexpressibly delicious; his rapid and
eager thrusts were as eagerly met by the upheaving of my bottom to
reciprocate them. The grand crisis seized us simultaneously, and we sank
momentarily exhausted in each other’s arms, leaving the dear exciter of
such joys soaking within. My dear husband was so pleased, he kissed and
fondled me in the sweetest manner, telling me that never woman before
had yielded him such intense pleasure, that nature had prompted me to as
much enjoyment as if I had been already married a month.
We were locked closely in the warmest embrace; his tenderness and
fondling began to have its effect on my passions, and involuntarily I
made some internal convulsive twitchings.
“I feel you, my darling, calling on my instrument for renewed efforts;
he will soon respond.”
And, in fact, I felt it swelling and swelling so deliciously that I
could not help continuing the interior pressures, although feeling
confusedly ashamed of the notice my husband took of it.
“Don’t be afraid, my sweetest love, but give way to whatever your
passions dictate, and thus you will best please me, and give to yourself
double enjoyment. I mean to initiate you into every secret that the
rites of Venus possess, and wish that my loved wife should become a
devoted votary, and I will do my best that she may revel in all the
luxuries of perfect coition.”
We completed this course with even greater abandon than before, and I
began to enjoy his embraces beyond anything our imaginations used to
suggest. This time he withdrew and lay down by my side, and taking me
within both his arms, continued his charming endearments. I never slept
that night; I was in a fever of restless excitement. My husband fucked
me five times before he dozed off. Towards morning I tossed and tumbled,
and could not sleep. Daylight soon came, my restlessness had shaken all
the bed clothes off, except a part of the sheet, and turning towards my
husband, I perceived that the sheet stuck up over the lower part of his
body. Curiosity seized me—I looked at him, and saw he was evidently
sleeping. So gently removing the sheet, I beheld the dear instrument of
all my last night’s joys as well as pains. You know how we used to long
to see man’s cock when we were at school, and how, when we did sometimes
see a boy’s limp thing hanging down, we used to wonder what change would
come over it, and how. Well, here was an opportunity of examining, at my
ease, the wonderful curiosity that had so puzzled us. The last edge of
the sheet passing over it touched its ruby head; it throbbed and
pulsated to the view. I was afraid this had awakened Fred, but no, he
slept as sound as ever. So I gently raised myself on my bottom, and
gazed on the dear object I had so longed to see and feel. There it stood
up like a pillar, rather bending towards his belly: and what surprised
me much was to see a dark strongly wrinkled bag at its roots, with
apparently two large balls inside; the hair on its roots spread in dark
mass up to his navel, and beautifully bright and curling it was. I
approached my lips, and made the action of kissing, without touching it.
Whether it felt my warm breath, I know not, but it actually throbbed a
response. What a great big thing it was, equally long as it was thick, I
did not think I could encircle it with my hand; I longed to try, but was
afraid I should waken Fred, and what would he think of me, I blushed at
the very idea; but my passions became excited, and too strong to resist
the temptation. So first lying gently down again, I very quietly dropped
my arm over him and touched his cock, it throbbed at the touch, but Fred
slept on. So raising myself again, I very gently laid hold of it. It was
as much as I could grasp below the head, but was beyond my grasp at the
root; I found it took three of my hands to measure its length from the
root to the nut, which stood out in all its redness above. I was almost
breathless with excitement, and lost some of my caution. Stooping down,
I gently kissed the ruby head, when, before I knew where I was, it was
pushed up into my mouth, and my husband’s voice said—
“Oh, you dear darling creature! how kind of you to waken me so
luxuriously!”
I was horrified at being discovered; and blushing up to the eyes, I hid
my face in his bosom.
“Do not be ashamed, my angel, it is now as much yours as mine, and have
you not as much right to see, kiss, and handle it? come, don’t be
ashamed.”
However, I could not face him, and when he tried to raise my head I
turned my back. He seized me round the waist, and, before I knew where I
was, passed a hand between my thighs, and guided his huge cock to the
lips of my cunt, and was in me, I thought further than ever, in a
moment. It is true the previous toying with his instrument had terribly
excited me, and I had felt that my cunt had become very moist, but I had
no idea that anything could be accomplished in that position. I was most
delightfully undeceived, for not only did it feel tighter in it, but
transferring his fingers from guiding his prick, he touched and played
with my clitoris, and produced such excessive lubricity that I went off
and spent with a scream of delight before he was ready; but continuing
with finger and cock to ravish me inside and out, he soon brought me
again to such a pitch of lewdness that I was quite ready to spend with
him when the grand crisis arrived. Nothing could exceed the pleasure; my
internal pressures, he declared, were the most exquisite he had ever
experienced. My clitoris, too, he declared was quite unique. You
remember how it used to stick out when excited as far as the first thumb
joint, and how, when sometimes I played the husband on your belly, you
declared that it actually entered between the lips of your cunt, rubbed
against your smaller development, and gave you great pleasure, as indeed
it gave me. My husband has often examined and sucked it, and admires it
beyond measure. At present he did not withdraw, declaring that I held
him so tight he did not think he could pull it out if he tried. In fact,
it was involuntary on my part, and I could not help clinging to his dear
instrument for the life of me.
Oh, how he fondled and embraced me, making me partially turn my body so
that he might kiss and tongue me, and then suck my bubbies; his busy
finger all the time tickling and frigging my clitoris. I soon felt his
cock swelling so deliciously within me, and he shortly recommenced his
rapturous pushings in and out. We made a long, long bout of it, and I am
sure that I spent twice before joining him at the last moment, when he
died away in a shout of joy that I feared must have been heard by the
servants in the house, who long before this had been on the move. After
this we lay soaking and enjoying it for more than half an hour, when my
husband declared he felt as if a wolf was at his stomach, and that he
must have some breakfast. He got up and quickly dressed, desiring me to
lie still, and he would bring me some breakfast in bed, and that, while
it was getting ready, he would order some warm water to bathe myself
with. I felt his delicacy, and loved him for it. The water came, I was
much refreshed after using it, and got into bed again, but I felt
awfully stiff and done up all that and next day.
My darling husband waited on me himself at breakfast, stimulating me to
eat freely as a means of restoring my lost strength; which he very soon
put to the test again, for he fucked me three times during the day, and
each time he gave me greater pleasure than before. He was just as active
at night. And the whole three weeks we stayed at Leamington, he never
fucked me less than four times a night, declaring that I had become most
perfect in the exercise.
We then came here, our old friend, Mrs. Roberts, having kindly insisted
upon our paying her a long visit Fred has been called away suddenly and
will not return for a month. I am sure you will pity me, as you know my
temperament is too hot to keep chaste so long. You remember Charlie
Roberts; you would consider him a child, but he is not so. One afternoon
Fred followed me into my bedroom, as was usual, and gamahuched and
fucked me on the edge of the bed. I was about to leave the room after he
was gone, when on opening a closet, in which my dresses were hung, who
should I discover but this same Charlie. I was in a fix.
There was no doubt the lad had seen everything. I spoke kindly to him,
and he promised secrecy. In order to ensure it, I determined to have his
maidenhead. A few days afterwards my husband left me, and the girls with
their mamma and the governess went to town with him, leaving Charlie to
keep me company. I went upstairs with him to the drawing room, and
seating myself in a low chair, crossed my legs carelessly, exposing
them, and letting the garter and part of the bare skin of one thigh be
visible. The effect was what I expected. I saw Charlie’s eyes fixed on
the exposure, he blushed scarlet, and I could distinctly see his cock
swell out under his trousers. In a little while I had unbuttoned them,
and, oh, Carry, would you imagine it, I found he had the cock of a man.
I could scarcely believe my eyes. He is not quite fifteen, and yet he is
almost as large as Fred. Here was a godsend, indeed! I drew up my
petticoats, and the gallant little fellow instantly fell on his knees,
kissed and sucked my cunt. To reward him, I placed him on his back on
the couch, and got on the top of him. I took his pego into my mouth, and
pressed my cunt against his face, we devoured each other with our
luxurious caresses until we both spent copiously. Nothing was lost, we
both greedily swallowed all we could get.
At home he is looked upon as still a child, and I had little difficulty
in arranging for him to sleep in a little dressing room adjoining my
bedroom, with which there is a door of communication. He was sent early
to bed, but when I came I found him still awake, expecting me, and I had
the delicious treat of initiating him into the pleasures of fucking. If
you ever wish to enjoy _par excellence_ this pleasure, get hold of a
vigorous boy who has never had a woman. My good fortune threw into my
hands a wonderfully provided youth, whose aptitude, as well as size and
powers, it would be very difficult to match. I had already given him
several lessons in the enrapturing art when we fell asleep, and now I
must mention a little episode, which it would not do to omit.
In the morning I was dreaming of Fred, when I became conscious that
something was entering me. I was in that half-dreaming state when it is
difficult to be quite certain what is happening, but gradually I became
aware that although there was no doubt I was being entered, it was not
in the usual way. My husband had frequently of late pushed his prick up
my bottom-hole, and as he told me that all husbands did so, I could make
no objections. I, therefore, at first took it for granted that Fred,
finding my naked bottom in his lap, could not resist the temptation of
entering it. I, therefore, humoured him, and so moved my bottom as to
facilitate his complete entrance, and began to feel myself the
excitement it occasioned, but as I became wider awake, I gradually
called to mind that Fred had left me, and that Charlie was my bedfellow.
The audacity of the young rogue paralysed me, but his delicious
movements had become too nice for me to think of dislodging him. He
insisted that he was quite unconscious of his mistake, and that he
believed himself buried in the delicious grotto of the night before. It
probably was so, for so perfect an ignoramus as he is, although ever so
apt a scholar in Venus’s rites, he could hardly have imagined there
could be any entrance in the smaller orifice. I let him go on, and with
his well hung cock in my bottom, and two or three fingers in my cunt, he
fucked and frigged me most deliciously, until we both spent in an agony
of pleasure. If, Carry, you have not tried this route I strongly
recommend you to do so without delay, but you must be well fucked in the
first instance, to stimulate a desire in those parts, and your lover
must be up to the art of frigging you at the same time, or you can pass
your hand under your belly, and rub your clitoris, which was the plan I
adopted with Charlie, until I taught him the art of rubbing the clitoris
properly. As there is always more excitement when this is done by a
male, it is better to have them when one can, but, _faute de mieux_—one
can do it oneself with much additional lascivious satisfaction.
To give you an instance of the precocious aptitude of this dear little
fellow, I mounted upon him one morning, keeping my body erect, that we
might see the delicious instrument in its action of being engulphed and
then withdrawn, a most exciting pose which I recommend you to try, if
your husband has not already taught it to you. At last, overcome by the
lascivious movements, I sank on his bosom. He pressed my bottom down
with one hand, and with the other embracing the nearer buttock,
introduced his middle finger up the rosy orifice of my bottom, and
frigged me in unison with our ups and downs of fucking, giving me the
most delicious additional sensations.
What do you think of that for a _tyro_? His discretion, too, is
extraordinary. The first night after I sent him to his own bed, he
overslept himself. I had not thought of that, and had not looked into
his little room before descending to breakfast. His sister was sent to
call him. He at once excused himself by saying he had had a bad dream,
she came down and told us. In a few minutes he followed, and in the most
natural way possible, told a tale of fright, declared he had awoke
screaming and afterwards had been so frightened that he could not sleep,
and turning to me in the most natural way, hoped his scream had not
disturbed me. He never came near me, or appeared in any way attracted by
me—a discretion worthy of a man of the world. Oh! my dear Carry, I shall
make a great deal of this boy. We have had several delicious nights
since, and he improves wonderfully. Splendidly as my husband fucks,
Charley already beats him. He is quite as often ready, indeed, oftener,
and it is I that hold him back, but there is something still so
charmingly infantine in his way of caressing me, and then the lascivious
idea he is all my own, and that I initiated him in love’s mysteries,
adds an inexpressible charm to our lascivious encounters. I feel that I
shall almost regret my husband’s return, as it will force me to give up
this delicious indulgence. Not the slightest shadow of suspicion of our
doings is excited in the family, thanks to the very guarded and
admirable conduct of Charlie, which is above all praise.
Write to me soon, my dear Carry, and be sure you are as candid as this
long, long letter is to you, for the life of me I could not make it
shorter. I only hope you will give me one as long, and have as much
delicious intelligence for me. I know you too well to suppose that you
have not found means as I have done, to try what other men are made of,
although you can scarcely have had such wonderful luck as mine. Write
then, and write without reserve. Our mutual affection is too sincere to
allow of any concealment whatever between two such loving and lewd
lascivious friends.
Ever your affectionate friend,