The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Twenty-Three

My dearest X,

I read your latest, with its lustful story, with great delight.  Trust you to find erotic amusement wherever it hides, even in the kitchen garden of the local vicarage in a town so obscure no one in London would have heard of it.  I pictured your pudgy vicar and his sturdy lady of the parish engaging in naughty role play and laughed along with you.  Your letters always bring me joy even though they remind me that we’re apart.

Shall I purchase some short pants so you may take a ruler to my arse?  We’ll see if that gets Long Tom’s attention.  If not, we’ll find some other way to raise him to his full glory.  In truth, I need no more than your nearness to become erect and ready to fill your chamber with my cock.

There, now.  Merely writing of the possibility has had the usual effect on me, and Priapus stands proud and eager in my pants.  We must find some way to be together again, my darling.  My last thoughts before I drift off to sleep are of you, and I wake every morning pretending I’ll find your face on the pillow next to mine.  I suffer bitter disappointment when I open my eyes to discover you aren’t there.

Now then, I hope I’ve discovered sufficient enticement to win you away from X for several days if not a fortnight.  When I’ve told you of my plan, I’m sure you’ll see that you must not miss this opportunity but will find some desperate way to convince X you have concerns you must attend to elsewhere.  Perhaps we can concoct a story of a lady friend who’s become ill and requires you by her side for some time.  Say you have an acquaintance X knows little enough that he wouldn’t check with her about your whereabouts while you’re away.

Have I piqued your interest, my darling?  Are you clutching my letter in your fists wondering what delights I’m offering?  Be a good girl, and don’t skip ahead but follow my story as it unfolded if you wish to understand the full implications of my proposal.

While traversing the street that leads to the park yesterday, I was hailed to a lady’s carriage standing nearby.  The person in question was someone we’d met at Sir Walter’s party.  You’ll remember Miss Creighton, the mistress of the swinging trapeze.  She’d recognized me walking along and decided to stop to discover if I’d enjoy a bit of voluptuous play while we took a drive through the park.  I could hardly pretend shyness after having fucked her so thoroughly at the salon, but then, you’d been with me to approve (and frankly to enjoy watching) any sexual acts I might engage in with the rest of the women.

I did climb into the carriage to explain the difficulty of the situation…that I had a lover who owns my heart…but before I could raise any objection, she cut me off with a cryptic statement that she had a secret which, if revealed, would easily convince my lover to share me as a reward for her information.

You must remember, my dear, that I’ve suffered your absence so keenly that desperation would make me take any risk to win the chance to see you and love your sweet cunny once again.  Miss Creighton agreed that fucking as violent as we’d performed at Sir Walter’s would not only alarm her driver but would shake the carriage to such an extent as to draw the attention of people passing by.  She suggested, instead, the we reach into each other’s clothing and make each other spend while the scenery rolled by.  I agreed.

Given the contrivances of women’s small clothes, I could hardly have gotten my hand into Miss Creighton’s drawers, but that turned out to be unnecessary as I only needed to press my fingers against her pussy to discover the wetness of the fabric and the firmness of her nubbin.  If I’d had any doubt concerning the latter, her muffled cry of surprise and pleasure confirmed that I had, indeed, found the right spot.

“Now, then,” I said.  “You must tell me the secret you used to persuade me to pleasure you.”

“I will, dear Richard, only let me enjoy your touch for a moment,” she said.  “You do that so well.”

Her eyes closed in rapture, and I continued my stimulation of her clitoris.  After a bit, she seemed to realize she’s promised to touch me, as well, and she reached to the fastenings of my pants and undid them one by one.  By now, my cock had reared his head, and when she finally freed him, he sprang into her palm.

You know I have a passionate nature, my darling, and I’ve kept myself aloof from other women since the day we last parted.  As much as I would have preferred your hand on my cock, I could hardly resist the opportunity to give it some relief from the constant ache your absence causes.  In short, I nearly spent the moment she stroked me and caressed the head with her thumb.

“Why, what a livid color you are,” she exclaimed.  “I do believe you’ll climax soon.  I would so love to watch.”

“Not without your secret first,” I said, although I doubt I could have controlled my response had she insisted on bringing me to orgasm.

“Do indulge me a bit longer,” she replied.  “My secret will be worth your having to wait, I promise.”

And so, I did my utmost to arouse her passions, observing which sorts of touches most excited her.  Her clitoris became quite distended, and I discovered a prominent head.  That I tugged at gently until she fell back against the seat of the carriage and her breathing turned to gasps.  I could hardly fail to recognize her state…right at the boundary separating high arousal from the rapid climb to orgasm.  In that condition, she couldn’t have answered questions even if she’d wished to, so I decided to finish her and rely on her earlier promise to reveal her secret to me.

Within moments, a flush covered her neck and face, and her hips rose as her climax claimed her.  To her credit, she managed not to shout loudly enough to bring her driver around to see if she needed rescue.  Her pussy completely soaked her drawers and, had I had a finger inside her chamber, I no doubt would have enjoyed its rhythmic convulsions.  To all appearances, I’d given her a satisfactory experience, indeed.

Of course, that left my cock without release, and nothing had occurred to lessen its throbbing or crimson color.  When Miss Creighton’s eyes fluttered open, she immediately glanced at where her hand rested on my thigh.

“The poor man,” she said.  “Still so rigid and unsatisfied.”

“I’ve done as you wish,” I said.  “May I not know your secret now?”

“I think not.  I haven’t performed my part of our bargain.”  At that, she grasped me again and proceeded to stroke my whole length, from the base to the head.  I finally admitted to myself that she’d won her point and I’d have to let her watch me spend.  Priapus fairly twitched with delight at my decision, and I rested back against the seat cushions and let her have her way with me.

I did allow myself the luxury of pretending you were caressing me in preparation for a vigorous coupling.  As the carriage rolled beneath me, I imagined you raising your skirts - you wouldn’t be wearing drawers, my darling - climbing over me and guiding your cunny down onto my pego.  For the longest time, we wouldn’t have to move against each other but would let the natural motion of the conveyance give us a gentle fucking.

That fantasy didn’t last for long, however, as my lust had built to such a level that I’d have to come within minutes, if not seconds.  I imagined you riding me while I bucked beneath you.  While Miss Creighton continued stroking me, I pictured the walls of your pussy tightening around me, so deliciously hot and wet, in preparation for your completion.

By that point, I could endure no more, and the climax roared through me.  I released semen into her hand in streams.  Through the haze of fulfilled lust, I scarcely heard her squeals of delight, and when I finally finished, I slumped against the cushions, working to get breath back into my lungs.

Now, my dearest, because you’ve patiently followed my story thus far, I’ll share Miss Creighton’s secret with you, and you’ll see that our reunion is imperative.  She revealed that she’d just learned Sir Walter keeps a very private club in the country.  Several years ago, he purchased a large estate and had it furnished to accommodate several couples for extended licentious enjoyment.  The house is now finished, equipped with everything voluptuaries would need to allow for the fullest enjoyment of each other’s bodies.  She also felt sure she could arrange for us to attend for a long house party, which as you know, could last for weeks rather than days.

What say you, heart of my heart?  Can you get away from X for some time so you may join me at Sir Walter’s new den of iniquity?  Tell me you can.  I’ll hardly sleep waiting for your answer.

With that, I remain,

Your eager Richard.

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Twenty-Two

My dearest Richard,

Finally, I found some amusement even here in exile so far from you.  After a delightful half an hour this afternoon, I rushed back to the house and my rooms so I could share my discovery with you.  'Twould only have been more delicious if we could have watched the spectacle together, but I'll increase my delight by relating the scene in absentia.

I don't believe I've mentioned the local vicar.  I'd hardly have thought him subject matter for correspondence like ours.  This afternoon, I discovered how wrong I was.  The word that comes to mind at the mention of him is "round."  He has round cheeks, a round belly, and huge, round eyes behind the round lenses of his spectacles.  He orates from the pulpit with rounded tones.  All in all, he's a solid fellow, exactly what you'd expect for a sleepy hamlet and countryside like this.

I happened to be walking along the road near his house half an hour or so past and had taken a shortcut across his property when I overheard his voice in the kitchen garden.  I could scarce believe my ears when I heard him declare that he'd been a very naughty boy.  Imagine my further astonishment when a woman's voice answered that, indeed, he'd misbehaved and would have to suffer the consequences.

Secreting myself behind a wall, I determined that I'd eavesdrop at the very least and hope to observe directly what these consequences might be.  As I peeked around the corner of the stones, I was able to identify the leading lady of the scene.  She was Mrs. Rutherford, one of Vicar Hollyfield's flock at the Anglican church.  I'd noticed her several Sunday mornings and wondered about her attentiveness during sermons.  Several of the congregation hang on the man's words as he has a ponderous oratory style and a reputation for delivering the wrath of God even more forcefully than the Catholic monsignor in the next township.  Mrs. Rutherford shows such rapture at his utterances, I felt no surprise at finding her, alone, with the great man.

Mrs. Rutherford was clothed as one would expect in a modest dress.  The vicar, however, wore the clothing of a schoolboy - jacket, tie, and short pants.  I can't imagine where he'd obtained a suit like that, especially given that it would have to be tailored to cover his belly.  But there he was, standing before Mrs. Rutherford, staring at the ground like a student before his headmaster.  For her part, she held a ruler in one hand and slapped it against her other palm, a stern expression on her features.

"I found the nasty volume amongst your books, young man," she said.  "It depicted acts unacceptable even between adults.  How could you have come upon such a monstrosity?"

"Found it in my father's rooms, ma'am," he replied, his head dropping even lower.

"I shall have words with him, I assure you," she said.  "But not until you've had your punishment."

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered.

"Assume the position," she ordered as she continued to tap the ruler against her palm.

I had to cover my mouth to keep my laughter from reaching them.  The whole scene was so ridiculous.  The Reverend Mister William Hollyfield of the Church of England about to receive corporal punishment at the hands of one of his parishioners, as I could scarcely doubt that was what the two of them meant, given her brandishing of the ruler.

Imagine my further astonishment when he reached to his belt in preparation for lowering his pants.  I was about to be treated to the spectacle of the vicar's naked bottom and perhaps a view of his aroused cock, as well.  I fairly held my breath for fear that I might give myself away, but the two of them were so engrossed in their game that they didn't even glance around to make sure no one could see them.  For heaven's sake, they were outdoors, after all, and not far from the road.  One's faith in human intelligence falters at such times, it surely does.

In any case, the vicar soon exposed buttocks as rounded as the rest of him.  I received only a fleeting view of his privates as he turned and bent over a wooden table.  I had a thorough opportunity to observe the pink flesh of his arse and watched as Mrs. Rutherford raised her ruler and brought it down on his bottom.

The blow made a loud slapping sound as the ruler landed on his arse, and the vicar flinched.  Grinning, Mrs. Rutherford repeated the process, raising the wood high and bringing it down on the other buttock.

"I don't want to do this to you, Master Hollyfield," she declared.  "Your ill behavior compels me."

"I'm sorry, ma'am.  I truly am," he said.  He didn't sound the least bit sorry, though.  His voice came out breathy as if he was enjoying her infliction of what had to be no little pain.  I imagine he did take pleasure in the lady's blows to his hind quarters.  Otherwise, how could I understand their actions?

As she continued striking his buttocks with the ruler, his skin turned a livid pink.  Rather than alarming Mrs. Rutherford, the color seemed to encourage her to give him more of the same.  In response to the continuing beating, the vicar began to beg, his voice high and whining.  "Don't hit me any more," and "I'll behave myself," and "I've learned my lesson, truly."

"You're an evil child," she answered.  "See there.  What are you doing with your hand?"

Until she said that, I hadn't noticed that he'd reached under the table, and his arm moved rhythmically.  I could only deduce that he'd reached to his cock and was now stroking it.  Evil, indeed.  Completely debauched and wicked.  Positively delightful.  I had to bite down on my lip to stifle my laughter.  As a voluptuary myself, I had no reason to question anyone else's sexual practices.  And yet, the scene really was funny.  I do wish you could have watched it with me, my darling.

And so they continued, with Mrs. Rutherford applying the rod to the vicar's arse and the vicar stroking himself with great vigor.  I feared for the vicar's buttocks and wondered whether he'd be able to sit on his seat under the cross at church.  I'll have to watch on Sunday to see if he flinches as he lowers himself to the chair.

"Show me what you're doing with your hand, you filthy child," Mrs. Rutherford demanded.

"Please, not that," he replied.

"Do it, or I'll have to take you to the headmaster," she said.  "He'll use a switch, and you won't be able to sit for a week."

"You won't tell him, will you?" he said.

"Do as I say," she thundered.

In reply, he stood, exposing his erect cock.  It was pudgy and thick, barely sticking out past his belly.  She took great delight in it, squealing.  "Oh, Charles, see how long and firm you've become."

"All for you, dearest Mary," he answered.

"I must kiss it."  At that, she fell to her knees before him and, cradling his sac in her palm, slid her mouth around the head of his cock and then down to take nearly all of his shaft.

All role playing now over, the vicar rested his hand on her head for balance and proceeded to thrust into her mouth.  He made quite a sight, my dearest, standing mostly clothed but with his short pants tangled around his ankles.  I’ll never look on him the same again without remembering this afternoon.  I fear I’ll only have to see his face to break into titters.

Thus they proceeded for some time as the Reverend Hollyfield became more and more excited, his face contorting in the sort of pleasure a man only receives from enthusiastic oral sex.  Eventually it became clear that Mrs. Rutherford would have to swallow a copious amount of his semen if they continued.  But the good vicar was made of sterner stuff than that.  Before his lover had pushed him past the end of his endurance, he removed his cock from her mouth.

Gripping the base of the shaft in his fist, he ordered her.  “Now, dear Mary, you assume the position, and I’ll give you your just rewards.”

She fairly whooped her agreement - a very unmatronly sound.  In a moment, she’d risen and then bent herself over the table in the same manner he had before.  Similarly, she eased her hand between her legs, no doubt in search of her pearl.  He didn’t hesitate to lift her skirts and take his place behind her naked rump.  The respectable and upright woman of his congregation had worn no drawers.  From now on, I’ll have to imagine her naked beneath her petticoats on Sundays.  I’ll never keep my features even in church imagining the two of them undressed, but at least, the service will never again bore me, I assure you.

When his cock entered her body, she let out a loud coo of approval.  They fucked merrily for the next several minutes, making animal noises far removed from their usual demeanor.  Convinced I’d witnessed the most interesting parts of their performance, I decided to slip away before the final climax.  But no, they finished with a loud duet that said they’d reached orgasm at the same moment.  Quite a satisfying afternoon for both of them, I‘m sure.  At that point, I slipped away quietly before the two of them could come to their senses.

Well now, my dear, it seems we’re not alone in our love of the forbidden if even the local representative of the Church of England should engage in such salacious play  Though I felt no shame in our love before this, I shall certainly hold my head a bit higher in the future.  I do hope this little tale amuses you and we may soon laugh over it together.

Until then, I remain,
Your devoted X

The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Twenty-One

My darling Richard,

Thank you for my presents and the delightful recounting of your exploits at Sir Walter’s salon.  I had to laugh at the image of all you men sitting in various chairs in Sir Walter’s drawing room, cocks at the ready, with a like number of women kneeling between your legs.  I have no doubt that your rod was the biggest and most beautiful there.  And I can personally testify to your ability to delay your own release in service of some grander purpose…usually to increase my pleasure.

How perceptive of this “Jane” to choose you for that particular game.  I suspect, as you did, that she’d observed your performance during our visit together at Sir Walter’s and concluded she could use your stamina for her own ends.  That she chose winning a game over having you as a lover says much about her.  Certainly, no one in Sir Walter’s acquaintance needs prize money, so she must value competition and victory over her own sexual pleasure.  What an interesting creature.  We must surely take her to our bed, if she’s agreeable, when we next are able to spend any amount of time in each other’s embrace.  I’m sure I can make use of her talented mouth and will happily return the favor with you looking on.

I must convince X to come back to town soon so we can put our plan into motion.  I fear if I stay here one more day, the ivy that covers the walls will climb into my bedroom, wrap its tendrils around my limbs as I sleep, and anchor me to the place forever.  Of course, were it to bind me to the bed to await your kiss to awaken me, you could break the spell, like the prince who freed Sleeping Beauty.  In our story, the kiss wouldn’t grace my mouth but would fall squarely onto the lips between my legs.

What fancies.  My mind wanders to the strangest places, powered by loneliness and unsatisfied lust.  I need a good dose of your loving to bring my imagination back under control.  Until I can take my pleasure in your arms, I’ll have to make do with your presents.

And what sensual treats they are.  I recognized the dildo for what it was immediately.  Shaped like a human phallus, it’s long and thick with a prominent head.  So skillfully made out of one piece of leather, it feels almost like a human cock when warmed between my palms.  I’ll make good use of it.  It won’t satisfy me, despite it’s considerable girth, but I’ll pretend it’s you and enjoy the fullness in my pussy.

The other contraption had me stumped, I will admit.  Shorter and more slender than the dildo, it’s made of polished wood with an odd disc at the tip.  The face of said disc is covered with smooth nubs.  No matter how I studied it, I couldn’t find anything that resembled human anatomy that might give me a clue to the device’s use.

Then, I spotted a key that still lay inside the package you sent.  It fit into a lock at the base of the strange object.  When I twisted, nothing appeared to happen, although a clicking sound from inside told me I’d tripped some mechanism.  Sure enough, when I removed the key from the lock, the tiny machine came to life, the disc at the end rotating and vibrating for several seconds.

My darling, what an intriguing puzzle you put before me.  So like you to give me no clue to how it works but leave me to figure it out through my own investigation.  After re-inserting the key, I twisted more, this time giving it several full turns.  As I’d guessed, the thing stayed in motion longer, and I finally figured out its function.  I’m going to take both of these to my room and will finish this letter once I’ve completed my experiments.

I do love you, dearest Richard.  Off to play…

I’m back, beloved, and oh, my, what a delightful hour I’ve passed.  After I undressed and stretched out on my bed, I spent delicious minutes using the dildo to tease my poor cunny.  I’d press the head against the entrance to my sex, easing it in no more than an inch or so and then pulling it back out again.  I drove myself into quite a state in that manner, my sex becoming wet enough not only to accept the firm shaft inside me but to demand it.  Finally, I had no choice but to press deeper.

With one hand manipulating the dildo in and out of my cunny, I had the other free to squeeze a breast and tug at the nipple.  I imagined the pressure came from your chest against me as you moved inside me.  I wasn’t completely successful in that regard, but that hardly mattered with such a large object plundering my depths.  I became more and more aroused and might have climaxed with no more stimulation than this, but of course, my mind wandered to the other machine you’d sent.  How wonderful would it feel to have the good services of both the dildo and the vibrating disc.

Though I had to stop the thrusting to reach for the device where I’d set it on the table next to my bed, I delayed the impending orgasm in hopes of giving myself one even better.  I took the time to turn and turn the key in the base until it wouldn’t move for even one more twist.  Once I’d put it against my pearl, I wouldn’t want for it to stop.

It made a most satisfying hum as it whirred to life, and now I could employ both of your gifts at once.  I resumed a vigorous thrusting, plunging the dildo in and out of my pussy while I guided the rotating tip of the other devise against my clitoris.  My most precious lover, the sensations overwhelmed me completely.  I could scarcely breathe as my lust caught me in its grip.  I could only just hold onto enough sanity to continue moving the leather shaft inside me as I approached the crest.

At the end, even that required more sanity than I could manage, and I gave up on all efforts other than holding the disc against my pearl.  The climax nearly lifted me off the bed, and I must have let out a cry.  Anyone outside in the hall would have heard me.  When the spasms started, my inner muscles gripped at the dildo, finding its hardness more than satisfying.  Though the orgasm felt as if it would go on forever, it did eventually end, and I fell back against the mattress, gasping in an effort to draw air into my lungs.  The vibrating device fell beside me, still spinning.  It continued for some time, reassuring me that it would have lasted much longer, had I needed it to.  A very clever little machine and a true gift to womanhood.  I hope the designer has become rich from it.

In this manner, I spent the good part of an hour, enjoying orgasm after orgasm until I’d quite exhausted myself.  Finally, limp with satisfaction, I lay quietly with only enough strength to listen to my own breathing.  Eventually, the hour for dinner approached, and I only had time to finish this letter before I’d have to dress.

I have no more than a few minutes before my maid comes to do up my hair.  I scarcely know why I bother as X never remarks on my appearance, and his guests in the God forsaken place care for nothing but card games and the health of their pigs.  Still, a woman in my position must maintain a certain standard of living.  As a result, I can only dash off a few more words to remind you of the depth of my feelings for you.  Only you would know me well enough to select these gifts - exactly what I need to keep me sane until we can be together again.

Still, we must contrive to see each other again.  If I can’t persuade X that we need to return to town, perhaps I can conceive of some excuse that I should take an excursion.  We could meet somewhere, maybe another little cottage of our own.  I desire you with all my body, heart, and soul.

Well now, just see what an afternoon with your sex toys has done for me.  Expect more letters in this vein from me in the near future.  Until we can again gaze on each other’s faces, I remain,

Your devoted X

The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Twenty

My dearest Richard,

I find myself stranded in the countryside with little to entertain me other than the local fairs and pageants and Sunday services at the tiny church in the village.  X spends his time shooting at helpless birds during the day and playing cards with the local squire and his brothers at night.  All are squat fellows who smell of cigars and not the least bit clever or amusing.  Sadly, their wives are no better, and I have to beg off with a headache to avoid the lot of them.

Do send me something to relieve my boredom.  I understand there are shops in London where one can purchase salacious items and reading material to stimulate the sexual imagination.  I normally have no lack on that score, but I‘m afraid rustication is turning me into an uninspired lump.  Might I impose on you to find such a merchant and buy me something interesting?  Don't tell me what.  Surprise me.  I'm about to go mad from missing you.  You won't be able to care for my poor cunny from a distance, of course, but you can help me to pass the time before I can convince X we should return to town.

Also, if you wish, you might attend one of Sir Walter's soirees and write to me about your adventures.  Whatever envy I might feel could be erased by the sport of picturing you and your wonderful tool engaged in voluptuous play.  We've already decided that, while our hearts belong to each other, we may use our bodies in whatever way necessary to give each other pleasure, even if that means intimate contact with a third party or two.

I think back on the group exercises.  No doubt Sir Walter has many suitable for enhancement of the sexual experience.  Seek out one or two, give them a try, and write to me of the results.  If I can't share the experience directly, I can read your account, and I'll know that you, at least, are enjoying yourself.

Now then, I've given you your assignments.  Do take my requests to heart and write back and regale me with the results.   I'm perishing without you.  Please send relief.

Your adoring country maid,

X

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My darling maid,

A lump you could never be, although I will admit that I’d gladly find you as a lump in my bed.  I’d wake you slowly with kisses in all the places you most enjoy.  All of them.  Ah, if only…

So, if you're reading this note, you've opened my parcel.  I hope you find the enclosed toys stimulating.  I can't allow my poor girl to suffer.  Though these items can't perform all the functions my lips, fingers, and cock can, they may nevertheless provide some relief for your aching cunny.  Do write back with the details of how you put them to use.

I did search out Sir Walter again.  He was happy enough to see me, but I suspect his interest was more in you.  I think he has hopes of seeing you in that trapeze.  Expect an invitation to use it when you next attend.

As you may imagine, Miss Creighton was overjoyed to see me in the salon again.  I was cordial, but I wouldn't want her to become attached to me.  All my devotion belongs to you.  I chose another partner, a woman who would only give me her first name - Jane.  Perhaps even that was assumed, but as I have no interest in pursuing her outside of Sir Walter's parties, I had no care to learn more.  She seemed to share that sentiment.  Reassured on that point, I asked her how she wished to proceed.

She proposed that we should challenge the other men to see who could withstand the pleasure of fellatio the longest without succumbing to orgasm.  She added that she’d watched my earlier performance with Miss Creighton and had been impressed with my stamina.  She felt certain that I could win such a contest.

Needless to say, the other gents agreed readily and even proposed a wager of a considerable amount of money to be paid to the winning lady to assure their enthusiasm for the game.  Sir Walter further suggested that the prize be split between the woman whose man spent first and the one who persevered to the last.  That agreed, the ladies chose their partners, and the men took their seats and removed their cocks from their pants.  Most had already become erect at the prospect of the sweet attentions of a woman’s mouth.  Mine included, I must confess.  It’s been some time since our stay in the cottage with only your letters to ease my loneliness.

Sir Walter, himself a contestant, gave the order to begin, and the game was on.  Jane took me slowly, sliding her lips over the tip of my member and then down the shaft.  Clearly, she was hoping to have me last the longest instead of trying to make me climax quickly.  Many of the others were working their partner’s cocks furiously.  A lady on my right fairly swallowed her man’s cock whole as it was small enough that most of it fit in her mouth.  He clearly enjoyed her ministrations, as evidenced by his moans and an expression of pure bliss on his face.

But then, we were all enjoying ourselves immensely.  As you know, my sweet, there are few things that excite a man more than a woman who will eagerly suck on his cock.  Jane was an eager participant and quite talented at manipulation of my organ.  Though she didn't rush me to the finish line, she nevertheless aroused me completely.  Given her talented mouth, I wondered idly if she also engaged in gamahucherie.  If so, my darling, we should consider sharing her some time, if she's agreeable.  I'm sure we could thank her sufficiently with orgasm after orgasm of her own.  Just a thought.

But back to Sir Walter's.  After a few moments, two of the men began making the sort of noises that predict the onset of climax.  Both cocks had taken on the livid hue of maximum arousal, and we all watched to see who would spend first.  The man on my right…he of the smaller penis…finally shouted “I’m coming!”  To prove she’d won, his partner removed her mouth from him as he spewed copious amounts of semen into the air.  It went everywhere, some even landing in her hair.  Quite a display for someone who had seemed rather unendowed.

The initial winner revealed, the rest of us now were to compete for the second part of the prize.  Jane kept me aroused and erect but dealt with me gently, and I became convinced that she’d done something like this before and had therefore planned the evening’s entertainment knowing that she could win.  I watched how she worked my member, slowly sucking and gripping the base of my shaft tightly when excitement threatened to overwhelm me.

One by one, my competitors surrendered to their lust.  Orgasm after orgasm, followed by satisfied smiles and sighs.  The other man who’d been close before went first, and then more of the men climaxed like so many champagne bottles popping.

Finally, we were down to two - Sir Walter and me.  We sat across from each other, where we could look into each other’s faces.  His had a challenging expression, as if confident he would win.  I’ve generally found that cockiness (pardon the double entendre) puts a competitor at a disadvantage, and so I gazed back at him evenly before closing my eyes to suggest I’d been carried away but my arousal.

When I next sneaked a look at him, his eyes had gone hazy with sexual excitement.  And though my own arousal was approaching a height at which even Jane’s talents would no longer be able to control it, I began to feel sure that she and I would prevail.  I concentrated on my breathing and reviewed the events of my day in my mind in order to hold off the inevitable.  Around us, the various participants who’d already finished cheered for their favorites and praised us both for how long we’d already lasted.

Eventually, just as my own control was about to snap, Sir Walter gave up the effort to resist.  With a groan, he placed his hand on his partner’s head, urging her to go faster and take him deeper.  When she realized that she’d lost, she did as the other women had and exposed his cock so we could all watch Sir Walter spend.  He did with a roar although less of a display than the first man.  Still, the evidence of my partner’s victory emerged from the tip of his cock with some vigor.

Now, I no longer had to fight my own orgasm, and Jane finished me like an expert.  I let the pleasure take me, and she rewarded me with a climax that rivaled (but did not equal) the ones you’ve given me.  The group exclaimed at the force of my release, and in the end, I slumped back against my seat, hardly hearing the voices around me.  My enjoyment was complete.

There’s your story, my pet, and I hope you enjoy it.  Think of what I’ve written as you pleasure yourself with my gifts.  Then write back to me to share all the details.  In this manner, we’ll live out the long hours and days before we can be together again.

As ever,

Your besotted Richard

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Nineteen

My most precious Richard,

This will be my last letter to you about our cottage by the sea.  Responsibilities have called me back to London, and you can scarce stay away from your own business affairs any longer.  Though my heart sinks at the knowledge that we’re apart again, I have taken such treasured memories with me.  And I promise myself that we’ll return there someday.  Without that hope, I’d despair and would hardly have been able to make my feet take me over the threshold.

You realized my melancholy and shared it.  I watched you silently taking in each corner and turn of the cottage, storing away the sights, sounds, and even scents of the place in memory.  Then you sighed and pulled me into your arms.

We made love slowly our last night in the cottage.  You undressed me in front of the fire in our tiny bedroom.  Unwrapping me like a gift, you bared my skin slowly, caressing each inch with first your hands and then your lips.  Though the air held a chill, surrounded by the heat of the flames and your mouth, I remained toasty warm.  Such care you took with me, as if I’d break.  I felt so cosseted, so treasured that a lump formed in my throat.  Still, I wouldn’t cloud the moment with even a hint of sadness.

While we’d stayed in our hideaway, I’d dispensed with so many of the underclothing modern women suffer.  No corset or corset cover, only one petticoat.  No bustle.  With no stays to unfasten, you had to do little more than allow my dress to fall to my feet and then pull my shift over my head.  That left my drawers and hose, held up by the garters embroidered with roses, and my drawers.

Although eager to be finished with the ritual of undressing so that we could join our bodies together, I dug deep for patience and let you finish what you’d started without my help.  You finally stripped my legs bare and pulled down my drawers so that I could step out of them.  I expected your touch, and my sex prepared itself for you, the petals swelling as moisture collected in the gap between my thighs.  You surprised me by sitting back on your heels and staring up at me as if I were Venus rising from the waves.

I trembled with sudden shyness, and for one mad moment, I thought to cover myself as best I could with my hands.  After all we’ve done together, often with others looking on and joining us in sexual play, I should hardly have felt any reservations in showing myself to you.  But you looked on me with a heat of desire in your gaze.  And love pure enough to singe the edges of my soul.  You only deserved perfection, and though I couldn’t give you that, I would surrender my heart to you and grant you every pleasurable use of my body.

In order to undress you with the same reverence you’d shown me, I bent to urge you to your feet.  You surprised me again by lifting me into your arms.  No helpless child, I almost objected, but the wool of your jacket made a pleasant scratch against my skin.  As I looped my arms around your neck, you carried me to the bed and laid me on the coverlet before returning to the hearth to build up the fire.

Rolling onto my side, I slipped my hand between my thighs so that I could stimulate myself while I waited for you.  When you finished adding logs and prodding them with the poker, the flames danced in the fireplace, sending bright light and shadows into the room.  More than enough illumination to allow me to watch you undress.

By no means unacquainted with the male form, I still savor the view or your body, and that night, I stared on, rapt, as you exposed yourself slowly to my gaze.  Your strong shoulders, well-defined chest, and narrow hips elevate your appearance from mere good looks to masculine beauty.  How often have I reached behind you to run my palms over your back while in the throes of passion?  How many times have the muscles of your arse worked to produce the thrusts that drive me to heaven?

Of course, that dearest part of you was yet to come, and I could have sworn you delayed showing it to me.  Perhaps out of modesty.  You are so very well endowed, my darling.  Of perhaps you only meant to tease me.  Through the good efforts of my fingers on my pussy, I’d made myself wet and eager for you.

When you finally rid yourself of your pants and presented your body to me fully naked, I nearly swooned with delight.  You are such a beautifully endowed man with a cock both long and thick.  Though you please me constantly with your lips, tongue, and fingers, I must admit to quite a passion for your rod.  I beckoned with my palm for you to bring your instrument to me so that I could savor it.  You smiled as you approached, always eager to humor me.  Of course, you expected a treat, knowing as you do of how I take such enjoyment in playing with your member.  The dear man fairly twitched in anticipation, and I grasped it eagerly and brought it to my mouth.

I tasted the salty evidence of your arousal as I swirled my tongue around the tip.  And you thrust your hips gently, urging me to take more.  Sly devil, you’d hidden the state of your excitement from me, letting me think you’d maintained control of your passionate nature.  Now I discovered you wanted me as desperately as I did you.  That didn’t mean I’d refrain from tormenting you first, though.  So, I set about to devour as much of your swollen flesh as my mouth would allow.

Your moans spurred me on as I slid my lips down your shaft.  I used sufficient suction that, when I raised my head, the tip of your sex emerged from my mouth with a soft pop.  Now slick and glistening in the firelight, your member had swollen so that I could scarcely get my fingers ‘round it at the base.  The vein on the underside fairly throbbed against my palm as I went back to tasting you, licking, and even nibbling gently.  Soon, you’d grasped my head, threading your fingers through my hair as you pressed for deeper entrance.

Knowing you as I do now, I could sense your rising excitement in your movements and the sounds you made.  It fueled my own need, and after a bit, I could wait no longer to have you inside me.  This could be our last encounter for weeks and months, and I’d have it last as long as we could manage.  So, I removed your cock from my mouth and gazed up into your face.

I found the features of the man I loved, completely engrossed in our physical connection.  Desire burned in your eyes, sending forth a light that warmed me more than the fire could manage.  Overwhelmed with love and lust, I made you the ultimate invitation.  I parted my legs and stretched my arms wide.

You denied me nothing, as usual.  You came to my embrace, covering my body with your own, and with a long, slow thrust entered my pussy with your cock.

I closed my eyes, savoring the pure pleasure of having you inside me.  Our Creator made us for exactly this moment…when our bodies merge into something greater than ourselves.  How you moved.  At first easily, as though measuring my response.  Could I accept any invasion you wished to inflict, or would you need to take care with me as you would with a delicate flower?  By now, you should know the answer to that.  I welcome your savagery.  It fuels my own passions.  Still, your tender concern warms my heart and makes me love you all the more.

I whispered encouragement into your ear, telling you that you mustn’t hold back, that I love you, and that you couldn’t do anything to harm me.  Thus freed from worry, you gave in to your natural inclination and freed the beast inside you.  Now thrusting with wild abandon, you pushed me past merely desiring you to craving you with every breath I took.

I began the climb to orgasm, and I strived to get there with you.  Each movement of your hardness inside me, urged me closer.  I clutched at your shoulders and wrapped my legs around you to keep you deep inside me.  My pearl registered each jostle against it.  Such a sensitive bud, it came to life, setting a fire that would soon consume me.  I cried out to you, “Don’t stop!”

Though you couldn’t respond with words, the heat of your breath against my neck and the violence of your movements assured me that I’d be satisfied.  And sure enough, in another moment, I sped past the boundary to that heaven only lovers find when joined, body and soul.  I spent with enough force to removed me entirely from any reality but the rush of climax through my sex.  The spasms claimed me and sent you to your own release.  As you stiffened in my arms and shouted your completion, I soared with you.

We fell asleep wrapped around each other and woke to a dawn we both dreaded.  The moment we had to part.  Promise that you’ll write to me frequently, my darling.  I’ll pen a letter every day.

Until I can look on your dear face again, I remain,

Your besotted X

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X

My darling Richard,

I'll use this time, while you've taken the curricle into the village, to write more of my thoughts about our time together here.  I must say that getting to know you in our quiet hours has surprised me with little pleasures.  So many times in the past, we've had only stolen moments together, and we've naturally used them to exercise our passions, leaving no time for conversation or simply sitting silently next to one another.  I've now strolled our tiny beach with you and felt you push wind-blown curls from my face so that you can bend to give me an innocent kiss.  I've watched your face in repose as you stare out the window and then seen your expression turn to one of joy when you find me gazing at you.  And perhaps most of all, I've enjoyed the luxury of weaving my way into your embrace any time I want.  I'm storing all these memories away where I'll be able to bring them back into my thoughts once we've been separated again.

Most of all, I'm amazed at how you constantly want me.  One would think that after all the lovemaking we've shared since coming here, your desires would have abated at least a little bit.  But, no.  Instead your passion for me seems to increase with every encounter, and I can hardly help but respond in kind.  I'll likely accost you the moment you return with our supplies.  Imagine, my darling, parcels will fly as I rip them from your arms so I may have access to your body.  You'll no doubt laugh at my impatience, but not to mock me.  Rather, your mirth will arise from happiness that my lust is at the least equal to your own.

Or perhaps, I'll use more stealth.  I'll hide behind the door so that you'll think you've arrived to find me gone.  I'll let you roam the rooms, searching for me and creep up behind you to clasp my hands over your eyes.  Yes, a game.  I'll turn our lovemaking into a game.

Just wait and see what I have in store for you, my love.

As ever, your devoted X

*

Minx!  What else can I call you?  I've never been more delightfully set upon.  No sooner had I closed the door to the cottage behind me than you pounced.  Had you been a cat, I should have gashes down my back from your claws.  In future, I'll have to check closely every time I enter a room to discover if my lover has decided to secrete herself behind a curtain in hopes of making an assault upon my person.

I hardly have cause to complain, however, against an assault at once so sweet and so sinful.  You did your best to demolish my clothing, tugging at buttons and pushing aside fabric in your haste.  I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all and most especially at the expression of pure determination on your face.  You would brook no resistance or opposition, and so, I complied with your every demand.

With both of us working diligently, we soon had me as naked as my Creator had made me, although we stumbled a bit when you attempted to remove my pants before my shoes.  By the time we had you out of your robe - all you had worn in preparation for your attack - we were both laughing as we rolled about on the floor.

You cried out with delight and surprise at the state of my member and immediately grasped it, proclaiming it your prize for having bested me in physical combat.  Of course, I declared you the winner.  I would have surrendered my flesh for your play in any case, as your delight with it gives me so much pleasure.  You teased my pego to such a furious hardness that I soon quite lost my head and grasped you bodily to bring you beneath me.  You laughed all the way and begged to know what I, the loser of our battle, thought I could now demand from the winner.

I showed you without words by parting your legs and driving myself inside you.  I bless whatever gods rule women's sexual responses that you'd already exuded a stream of your love juices and were ready to receive my swollen cock.  Otherwise, I fear I would have hurt you, and as a thoughtful lover, I hope to always take great care with your sweet puss.

By now, our mutual lust had reached fevered levels, and I soon found myself thrusting into you with wonderful abandon.  You cooed your delight as I propped myself up on my fists for a deeper angle into your body.  My movements had become sufficiently violent that you wrapped your legs around me to keep us joined.

My darling, I lose control so easily with you.  I fear spending too soon and depriving you of the depths of pleasure we can share.  This afternoon, I determined to last long enough to feel at least two of your wondrous climaxes.  You obliged me as you always do by raising your hips to meet my thrusts.  The movements brought me in contact with your hardened bud, and I delighted in the sounds you made with every jostling of that most sensitive organ.  Within mere minutes, your entire chest wore a rosy flush that crept upward to cover your cheeks.  You tipped your head back and shouted to announce the moment you were overcome.  My signal to continue, hard and fast, to prolong your pleasure.

The convulsions of your pussy around my cock threatened to steal my control and hurtle me after you.  Only by the sternest discipline of will did I manage to hold myself back.  When I’d assured myself that you’d descended from the peak, I ceased my thrusting to let you enjoy the glow.  The utterly blissful expression on your face told me I’d succeeded at the first half of my plan.  I had only to allow you to recover to launch the second act of our lustful comedy.

After a moment, you opened your eyes and gazed up at me quizzically.  To demonstrate that our fun hadn’t ended, I moved inside you.  One glide to prove the continuing engorgement of my member.

Your eyes flew open.  “My darling?”

“Not done with you yet, my lady,” I told you.

You wrapped your arms around my neck and pulled my face down for a kiss.  “I do love you so.”

And therein, my dearest, lies my greatest prize.  Though your body inspires me to performances I’d never have believed I could achieve, your heart is my true treasure.  Indeed, love amplifies desire to a constant craving that occupies my mind by day and haunts my dreams at night.

“Then, you’ll demonstrate by sitting astride me, my dearest?” I said.  “I so love to watch you impaling yourself on my flesh.”

You quite squealed with delight at the prospect, and I soon found myself on my back and could watch you throw your leg over me and grasp my cock by the base.  With the fingers of your other hand, you splayed open the folds of your sex so you could lower yourself onto me.  I watched the head of my member go first and then each inch of my shaft until you’d taken the whole inside you.  Once again, I was buried in the moist heat of your cunny, surely the happiest man on God’s green Earth.  My bones seemed to melt with pleasure, but nothing softened the furious hardness of my male appendage.

Your sheath gripped me so tightly, dearest, I scarce could hold off my excitement any longer.  Still, I recalled my promise to myself to feel you spend twice before surrendering, and I hit upon a plan to ensure your second orgasm.

Your pearl is exquisitely sensitive after you’ve spent.  I knew that the pressure of my thumb against it would send you into new rapture.  I easily found the little treasure, stiff as it was yet from your earlier arousal.  The moment I touched it, you quivered with delight and gasped in a way that assured me of my plan’s success.  I continued teasing your bud while enjoying the sight of you moving above me as your cunny bathed me in your juices.

By now, my own excitement had reached nearly unbearable levels, and I realized I couldn’t hold off my fulfillment much longer.  Whatever force of nature connects us propelled you to your peak just as I had to surrender to my own need, and the two of us spent at precisely the same moment.  While you sang out in your release, I joined in a passionate duet.  Your sex went wild around my cock, and I responded by releasing a stream of sperm.

So harmonious is our union.  No other lovers have ever been so perfectly attuned to each other.  The climax drained me of strength and reason, leaving only satisfied flesh.  You collapsed against my chest, where I held you, my most precious burden.

As we lay against that floor, I marveled at the wonder of our union.  Of the multitudes of souls in the world, ours had somehow reached across the void to find each other.  I can only bless whatever fate brought us together and remain,

Your most devoted Richard.

The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment 17

My most precious Richard,

You can't know what your words do to me. While we're apart, every one is a shard of broken glass piercing my chest, aiming at my heart. I fear someday one will hit its mark, and I'll be forced to cry out the truth to rid myself of the pain. I can't hold the knowledge of our love inside me any longer. I must find a way to bring us back together before I grow mad with wanting you. Every day that separates us invites calamity. I might drop one of your letters where a servant loyal to my husband will find it. I might call X by your name while serving tea among others. I might cry out for you in my sleep so loudly that the sound will penetrate to his bedroom next door.

Craving you is like a sickness in my blood that can only find relief in your embrace. We could return to Sir Walter's salon, and I suppose eventually we shall. We'll play his silly games. The two of us are lustful enough that such amusements can give us pleasure from time to time. I'll let the ladies admire your cock, as they did the last time we visited. And you'll indulge me with other men if the right circumstance arises.

Ultimately, this won't satisfy either of us because we need more from each other than the physical act, no matter how profound that act might be. We need the sharing of souls along with the communion of bodies. Every time you enter me, I'm transformed from a poor human creature into a sexual being with appetites beyond what other mortals have imagined.

Find a place for us and send for me. I'll devise some excuse for a holiday alone and join you. Make it isolated so that no one will discover us. Begging now, I remain,

Your lustful X

*

My darling girl,

I've found the answer to your latest plea. It isn't the jungle we'd imagined. In fact, the climate is brisk on the best of days. However, the place lies far from civilization, with at least an hour's travel even to the nearest town.

An acquaintance of mine owns a tiny cottage on the Cornish coast. His latest tenant could no longer endure the complete social isolation of the place and has taken an extended trip to the continent. The cottage is furnished with everything we'll need, and we can have it for at least a fortnight, perhaps a month if you can manufacture a reason to be away from X and your friends for that long. Say the word, and I'll order enough firewood that we may remain naked the entire time and I'll be able to take you whenever the urge hits. I'll bathe you in front of the hearth and then lick you dry. I'll wrap your legs around me and walk the length of the cottage and back, bouncing you along my shaft. I'll contrive some way to get you to bend over...perhaps drop something on the floor...so that I can stare at your glorious arse until Cupid's Dart arises to point directly at it.

The cottage has but one bed, so we'll never be separated but will have to sleep in each other's embrace. There's a small beach where we'll take walks before returning home to make love with the chill of the wind still in your hair.

Reply immediate to inform me of when you can leave, and I'll contact my friend. Hurry, my darling. Priapus yearns for you, and no one but you can satisfy him. Until I hear from you, I remain,

Your constant lover and constantly erect,

Robert

*

My dearest Robert,

It feels rather amazingly odd to sit in the room next to the chamber in which you lie asleep amid the rumpled sheets and coverlets that our lovemaking scattered no more than an hour ago. I'd fear I'd exhausted your ability to fuck for days were I not exquisitely familiar with your unending passion and stamina as a lover.

I'll rejoin you in a moment, place my head on the pillow next to yours, and nestle my body into your larger and stronger one. And should you roll over in your sleep, I'll whisper of my love in hopes that it may penetrate into any dream you may be having. In the morning, I'll renew my vows of love, but right now, I'll record the events of our first afternoon here in our new love nest. I'll slip my notes to you into your bag when we have to leave so you can relive these heavenly moments when we're parted again. Then you can write your recollections for me. In this manner, we'll endure the days and weeks we'll have to spend apart before we can find some new means to be together.

But why should I dwell on our parting when I still have you in the very next room?

When I arrived, you'd already laid a fire and were waiting for me dressed in nothing but your robe. And no wonder, you'd made the room so warm that I immediately threw off my cloak and bonnet and began the long process of removing all the layers of clothing that modern women wear.

You helped, of course, and soon, my dress fell to my feet, and we'd started work on my petticoats. All the while, you whispered such heavenly and forbidden words to me. "My cock is swollen and stiff," you said. "I can't wait to feel your cunny snug around it. I can‘t wait to feel your spasms as you spend."

And while you did all that, while our fingers flew over buttons and hooks, I became moist and hot inside. Desiring you with all the pent-up lust that our separation, with nothing but out letters, had created inside me. As more and more of my body was revealed, you took the time for a stroke along my inner thigh above the garter, a nip at my shoulder, a kiss at the nape of my neck. Those little promises of what was to come made me all the hotter for you. You even eased my breast out of its confining corset.

When your mouth closed around the nipple, I thought I could expire from sheer pleasure. I know I clutched your head for balance and closed my eyes to concentrate on the heat and moisture of your mouth. The gentle tugging and your breath against my skin told me that I had, indeed, returned to my true lover. Inside my body, my womb was already clenching, and moisture gathered between my thighs. I burned for you, aching in my most private places - the flesh that most needed the touch of your fingers and the pressure of your cock as it would pass between my pussy lips and slowly enter my chamber.

We struggled with the stays in our haste, but we finally had them undone, and we managed to rid me from the rest of my small clothes. At that, you could lower me to the carpet before the fire and follow me down. You only had to loosen the ties of your robe to cover my body with your own.

I reached for your cock immediately, stroking it's length and tugging gently on the head. You growled with frustration. After all, we'd been apart all these months, and you only wanted to find your place between my thighs and drive your erection into me. But I refused to show you any mercy. After all, I'd been deprived of my favorite toy all that time. I continued stroking your member until you trembled most violently. I finally had to take pity on you and, if I'm to tell the complete and utter truth, on myself as well. For I'd grown quite wonderfully wet and ready for you.

So, I finally relinquished my pet and allowed you to thrust it into me in one motion.

We rocked together so perfectly, my darling, the result of hours spent in intimate union. We know each other's moves and cues so well that, as soon as you enter me, we soar into bliss so powerful it melds our souls together. This afternoon, complete with sounds of the fire in the hearth and the firmness of the floor beneath my back, will survive in my memory forever. I’ll never forget your moans and sighs nor the sensation of your skin sliding along mine. I’ll recall how your passion powered mine and how quickly I approached the pinnacle.

Soon, so soon, the orgasm swept through me, and I flew apart, my cries floating to the ceiling. You could no longer hold back, and you found your own release inside my cunny. I could tell by your answering roar that your climax rivaled mine, and when we finally collapsed, spent, against the carpet, my heart swelled with feminine pride that I could so satisfy a marvelous lover like you.

Well, the candle burns low, and I find myself craving the warmth of your body next to mine in bed. I’ll find a place to hide this note and then write you more tomorrow. Thank you for finding this haven for us, my darling. I’ll bless you forever.

All my adoration,

X


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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Sixteen

My sweet, sweet girl,

I read your latest with great delight. I love the way your mind travels the same roads as my own. Yes, we'll search for our river. I'll travel with you to all the corners of the world until we've found exactly the right place. We might try India or some other warm clime where we'll be able to avoid clothing whenever we want. Or we'll dress like the natives of some countries...loose robes with nothing beneath. Thus attired, we'll have the ability to shed at a whim every scrap of material that would dare to separate our bodies. If we find ourselves hurried, whether by lack of time or excess of desire, we'll be able to couple without undressing at all.

There have been times, my love, when I could have wished to guide you to the ground and join us in sweet carnality by simply raising the hem of your gown and sliding my member inside you. Yes, I have found myself that consumed with wanting you that I'd do away with the preliminaries of lovemaking and slake my lust inside your heavenly cunny. So far, I've resisted the urge to take you the way a stallion covers a mare. So primitive, so basic, and so uncivilized. I know you'd allow me such a crude invasion, but I'd prefer to spare you from the violence of my ever-growing need.

But back to our world. As you've determined, it will have a congenial climate. Either our clothing will disappear, as you've described, or we'll dress so insubstantially that clothing will present no barrier, as I've described. Imagine us in a jungle, surrounded by towering trees. Monkeys will chatter down at us from their perches, and colorful birds will fly overhead. The scents of exotic flowers and ripe fruit will fill our nostrils as we engage in a long prelude to coupling.

I think I'll hold you at arms length so that I can watch your face as I touch you. After I've tugged your robe over your head to expose your naked body to my view, I'll run my palms across your shoulders and then down your sides. Soon, I'll reach the sides of your breasts. From there, I'll scoop your soft flesh into my palms and rub my thumbs over the stiffening nipples. Your smile will turn sleepy as I adore you with my eyes. You’ll have no fear that I'll find any imperfection because you have none. Truly, the Almighty made you specifically for my delight.

After working your nipples to full erection, I'll move lower, dragging my fingers over your ribs. A slight glow of moisture will appear on your skin...the product of the warm air around us and your growing excitement. For my own part, I'll feel hotter as well as the temptation rises in me to shorten the foreplay in favor of sinking my rigid cock into your depths. But no...now that I have you completely to myself where no one but nature’s creatures can watch, I'll let the caresses linger. I'll stroke your hips, shaking you gently so that I can witness the swing of your breasts.

I'll imagine that your figure has grown plusher since I first saw you naked, your breasts fuller and the lyre of your hips even more inviting. I'll allow myself the pretense to believe that you've blossomed in the sunlight of my admiration. And I'll convince myself that the lips of your sex have swollen with desire for me and your pussy purrs at the anticipation of my fingers petting it.

Now in this lush jungle...the place my heated imagination has created for us...I’ll detect the scent of your arousal mingled with the perfume of the flowers. I know what I'll find when I touch you there...moisture that we've created together through the miracle of our love. And sure enough, when I reach to the juncture of your legs and burrow my fingers into the silk there, you'll coat me with your juices - liquid as sweet as any nectar. You might sway a bit as I stroke you, but your gaze will meet mine straight on. We know each other so well now, we can rest our full trust in each other. We will make love, and we will both emerge on the other side more complete creatures, more full of life and devotion for each other.

Oh my darling, if I could only experience as I write this what my mind shows me next. You'll give me a smile more radiant and enigmatic than the Mona Lisa. You'll push my hand away so that you can rid me of my robe, and for a moment, the two of us will stand and simply stare at each other. In those seconds, a knowledge will pass between us. A certainty that what happens here is more real than any of our day to day lives. That though this jungle may exist only in our minds, it has more permanence than the tawdry streets of any modern city. The soot and grime of London bears but a pale existence in comparison to our dreams for a better world.

Now that we're both naked, you'll recline on a bed of moss and extend your arms to me. I'll join you immediately, besotted male that I am, and for the first since I created this place for us, I'll bend to you and taste your lips. You'll yield to me immediately, as you always do, and the tenderness of your response will humble me.

A mist will rise around us, the product of the humid climate and the heat of our bodies. It will blur my vision and swirl around your features making you into the wondrous creature I know you to be. Your arms will wrap around me as the vines cling to the trees, creating a gentle web to pull me deeper into your embrace. I'm lost, my goddess. I have no choice but to find my place between your legs and hope that one more time you'll allow your humble lover to enter your chamber.

When we finally do couple, with my sex embedded in yours, the act will take on a new meaning, even for us. It will be a union created in heaven, so perfect it will change the meaning of sex from something ordinary, though pleasurable, to a perfection not seen in the real world. I'll glide smoothly in and out of you, at first slowly and then with greater urgency.

My first strokes will explore, measuring your wetness, testing your readiness for more. When your hips move upward to meet my thrusts, I'll know that you need more. Faster and deeper, urging the fire inside you to a hotter blaze. Both of us will be struggling for breath, as much from passion as exertion. Your occasional sighs and soft cries will tell me that I've found the right rhythm, and I'll work harder to give you pleasure.

Now as the fever rises in me, I'll plunge into you, allowing the friction of your sex gripping mine to take me into wilder territory. We'll have joined together totally, and our movements will come as naturally as breathing. Both of us are such sensual creatures, perfectly tuned to one another. Now that we've known each other so intimately, every touch, every stroke, every caress holds its own rhythm. And the rhythm builds with each moment. With each thrust. With each grasp of your pussy around my cock.

My darling, eventually I'll have to succumb to the inevitable. I'll push you harder, demanding your submission while submitting to your power over me. As we approach the ultimate, we'll hold each other closer. You'll call my name, and I'll drink in the sound. Such a privilege you've given me, to allow me to share your body and your pleasure. As the pressure builds inside me, your rising cries will tell me that you're ready. I can give in to my lust and know that I'll satisfy you.

Now. Oh God, now. The currents swirl inside me, building to a crescendo. I fight it off to assure myself that you'll be with me. And then, I hear it - the soaring inflections of your voice. Your pussy clenches around my cock, and I allow the climax to claim me. While your muscles erupt into spasms, I release my sperm into your depths. My own shouts sound in my ears - a cry of victory and a proclamation of our love.

We've done the act perfectly, sharing our orgasms. Giving and taking, together as we were meant to be. When the climax ends, we'll fall together against the moss. I'll roll over and pull you against me. While I hold you, the warm breezes will dry our skin. Your fingers will trace circles over my chest, and I'll sigh and stare up into the canopy of green. Peace will settle over both of us, and I'll know that in this place you'll always be mine and I'll always belong to you.

We must find a way to be together again, my love, if only in the poor reality of stolen moments. I need you more than I need my next breath. Contrive some way we can meet. I'm completely at your mercy. Until I can touch you again, I remain,

Your loving Richard

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Fifteen

My dearest Richard,

It seems we've spent so much of our time engaged in intimate acts in the full view of other people. While I've taken great pleasure with all of our adventures, I find myself longing for some time for ourselves and in a setting more conducive to romance and emotional intimacy. I fear we shall never have such privacy in London, surrounded by the crush of the city and immersed in a society not created to foster the sort of love we share. Outside of the few places like Sir Walter’s salons, there are so many limitations on physical expression. So many obligations. So much forbidden.

Let's imagine a world of our own -- someplace where we can freely become the people we are without the trappings of polite existence. Without even clothing, if we desire. Ours would be a place of pleasant climate, with dappled sun and warm breezes. We'd walk alongside a river with currents gentle enough for us to swim if we wished. As we went, the layers of our clothes would dissolve. Simply disappear in a way that wouldn't be possible in reality. This is our fantasy, my darling, and so we may set the rules. We wouldn't even remark on our emerging nakedness but would simply go hand in hand, gazing on each other out of loving eyes. Lust would simmer beneath the surface, but we wouldn't face any pressures of limited time or prying eyes. We could stay as long as we cared, knowing no one waited for us.

I wonder if I've told you, dearest, how much I love your shoulders. You might think that an odd part of a man's body to admire, but yours show your strength. In your perfectly tailored suits, you cut a fine figure wherever we go, and I can hardly wonder that you garner so much feminine attention. In fact, I insist that any woman who doesn't take an immediate interest in you must be half dead.

But, back to your shoulders... A woman needs an anchor while in the depths and heights of her sexual arousal. Fools would assert that the female of the species has no physical needs and only submits to keep the interest of her mate. Idiocy. When a woman has a lover as skillful as you, the sex act can set a her adrift into pure madness. Madness of the most delicious kind, but insanity nevertheless. The power of our response could be frightening, indeed, if we couldn't grasp at something solid to keep us steady. I clutch your shoulders.

As your magnificent cock moves inside me, urging total surrender from my body, I dig my fingertips into your shoulders, reveling in the tension of your muscles as you hold your body above mine. In the perfection of our world, I'll cast glances at you while we walk along. At your rear (women do really look at men's arses, my darling, if given the chance), and at your cock to assess it's readiness, and at your shoulders. I'll reach up and place my palm on one, and you'll respond by slipping an arm around my waist.

We’ll fit together perfectly, our strides matched so that neither of us rushes the other. By now, we will have danced together in so many ways, by simply walking together, by sharing a waltz, and by the most vigorous entangling of limbs and bodies. As we go along in our paradise, your hand will stroke my ribs and skim upwards to the side of my breast. I'll shiver slightly, but not from any chill. Remember that the air is warm enough to support our nakedness. No, my reaction will arise from mounting excitement.

Though we won’t need to fear interruptions nor have to hasten our encounter to fit some manmade deadline, I'll nevertheless develop a pressing need for you. I'll resist it, though, letting the anticipation build so that when I finally succumb, my release will be all the more intense.

By now, of course, your cock will have stirred, and I'll know that your excitement equals mine. (Will we ever tire of each other? I think not.) I only need to find some way to make this encounter unique so that it burns its way into our memories. Perhaps, I'll dash through the field that beckons at the end of the lane and make you pursue me before I allow you to cover my body with your own and claim your prize. Or, I'll play the great lady and command you to your knees before me so that your tongue can pleasure my cunny. No, instead, I'll play the river sprite -- a lustful nymph who commands your presence in my element.

But first, I'll have to prepare you by sending your need for me from the simmer to a level where you’ll do anything for completion and relief. I'll stop and kneel in front of you, my knees settling into the soft grass at your feet. You’ll realize my intent immediately, and your member will respond by growing stiff enough to stand out from your body. My precious plaything. How I admire it. How I enjoy holding it between my palms and petting it until it fairly throbs in my hands.

This day, I'll do more than that. I'll close my lips around the head and suck you as deeply into my mouth as I can manage. You’ll give out that groan that tells me how much I please you. The dear sound of my lover’s approval. It always spurs me on to make you even harder, thicker, and so eager for my loving attentions. I'll suck deeper and faster, my head bobbing.

When you begin to thrust your hips as you do when you’re inside me, I'll know that now is the time to engage in play. If you were to become any more aroused, I'd be cruel not to bring you to orgasm on the spot. Any less aroused, and you might well decide to launch some game of your own instead of engaging in mine. So, I'll rise, and before you can take me in your arms, I'll jump away and lead you a chase to the river.

I know how to swim, my love. The vicar’s son taught me when I was a young girl. It was very naughty of both of us, although quite devoid of sexuality, and it left me with a great love of the water, which I scarcely get to enjoy as an adult.

In any case, I'll astonish you as I plunge into the warm currents of the river. You’ll follow, and soon we’ll find ourselves laughing and splashing. I'll pretend to let you catch me only to dart away at the last moment. I’ll swim off, fighting the current. You’ll pursue me and eventually overtake me. When you catch me in your arms, we’ll float together, staring up into tree limbs overhanging the water and to the sky beyond.

Oh, that this world could be real and not a creation of my imagination. Perhaps, we’ll find such a place some day, far from London and all our obligations. Until then, I’ll spin you tales in my letters, and we’ll take our pleasure as best we can.

In our magical place, you’ll guide us toward the shallow water where you can stand while I wrap myself around you and lift my face for a kiss. Your lips will taste especially sweet in our private heaven, and soon I’ll be drunk with passion. Your cock, which had softened during our earlier play, will swell again. Now buoyed by the water, I can merely float down onto you, taking your hardness between my wet folds.

United now, we’ll stare into each other’s eyes, sharing our certain knowledge that we belong together for eternity. And then, the narcotic of your lovemaking will steal my reason, and I’ll concentrate solely on the feel of you inside me. You always fill me so completely, taking ultimate possession of me, body and soul. With the sounds of birdsong in my ears and the scent of grass and warm earth in my nostrils, I’ll begin the climb to completion. The water will churn around us as our movements become more frantic. Now, more than ever, I’ll need your solid presence to hold me fast…to keep me from flying apart into a thousand pieces…and I’ll hang onto your shoulders.

Your fingers gripping my buttocks, you’ll thrust into me faster and deeper…so deep. Neither of us can hold back any longer. The orgasm approaches. My body tenses, readying itself for the release. When it comes, I open my throat and sing out my pleasure. When my pussy spasms around your cock, you climax with me. Now, our voices twine around each other, rising to the leaves above us and scattering the birds. The moment freezes time, and we stay suspended in sweet madness.

Eventually, it will end, and we’ll return to sanity, my head resting on your shoulder and you hold me in the circle of your arms. Peace and satisfaction so complete it couldn’t exist in the real world.

Tell me we’ll find such a place some day, my darling. The world couldn’t be so cruel as to allow us to imagine such heaven without offering some hope that we can have it in reality. Promise me we’ll search for our river, not ceasing until we find it. Promise.

Until we’re together again and I can gaze into your beloved face, I’ll keep this dream in my heart. I love you so.

Your adoring X

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Fourteen

My darling girl,

Of course, you shall have George and his marvelous instrument.  You shall have everything your heart and your cunny desire.  I think by now the two of us have given each other permission to pursue our pleasure wherever it leads us while in attendance at one of Sir Walter's salons.  I would only worry about losing your love were you to begin keeping secrets from me.  We must at all times be forthright and honest with each other, and as long as we share a trust that our souls will forever remain true, we can indulge our senses at will.

Surely, you showed no jealousy as Miss Creighton chose me as her partner for the next exercise.  I must admit that her request caught me by surprise.  I'd noted her interest in me, especially when I propped you against the chair and gave you a proper fucking as the whole crowd watched.  But it seemed odd that she expected me to perform again so soon after such a magnificent orgasm.

When she called my name, my interest was piqued enough to rouse my slumbering member.   Then, she drew the card from the basket Sir Walter handed her and read the instructions, and my interest grew.  A trapeze.  What could the words possibly mean?

The others seemed to have no doubts, however, as bubbles of laughter burst among the crowd.  Sir Walter's suggestive chuckle as he walked to the  near wall only added to my amazement.  But when he released a rope from hooks and lowered lines from the ceiling into the center of the room, the meaning became clearer.  Each cord ended in a loop of soft leather, just the right size to hold a woman's thigh.

While I'd wondered at the contraption, Miss Creighton had been shedding her clothing.  A pair of the other ladies had helped her with all the hooks and petticoats so that in a short period of time, they had her nearly naked.  The lady had arranged her underclothing in a unusual order, with her corset next to her skin instead of over her shift.  The stays pressed into her flesh in a way that could scarcely have felt comfortable, but the arrangement allowed her to undress down to that garment only.  In this manner, her naked body was pushed into the most voluptuous shape possible.

The corset pushed her breasts up, and her nipples stood stiff above the top.  They were a lovely dark rose color, a sight that would enflame carnal desires in even the most prudish of men.   As you know, my darling, I‘m no prude.  My cock had already responded, and now it grew long and thick.  I found to my surprise and delight that I'd have no trouble at all performing the task set before me even though I hadn‘t yet figured out all the details.

To spur my lust further, Miss Creighton turned and bent to show me her arse.  With her waist cinched tight, her hips flared in glorious plushness to the swell of two round buttocks.  When she shifted to spread her legs, she gave me a clear view of the lips of her pussy.  As I watched, they seemed to thicken and part, inviting my happy erection between them and into the depths of her sex.

Now, Sir Walter lowered the lines so that Miss Creighton could step through the loops.  The other ladies guided the leather upward toward her crotch, and once Sir Walter had pulled the rope taut, Miss Creighton swung free of the floor.  She used the opportunity to arc through the air, helped by one of the women who’d undressed her and who now pushed her ever higher.  Miss Creighton soared, her legs spread wide and her nipples tipped upward, obviously enjoying herself thoroughly.

While my paramour-to-be swung through the space around her, exposing her pussy to the view of anyone who cared to look, her other helper took up the task of preparing me for amorous play.  She unfastened my pants and removed my engorged member, exclaiming at how he could have become so firm and livid after you and I had furiously copulated only a few minutes before.

Miss Creighton’s eyes went wide with surprise and delight at her first good view of my member.  I must say, my darling, that all this female admiration will quite go to my head.  Have no fear, though.  I swear, no other will ever have my affections.  I’m yours.

But back to Miss Creighton and the remarkable contraption -- the trapeze.  After some time, she tired of swinging upward and allowed herself to float lower.  As she hovered at the height of my cock, my task became clear…to catch her and bring her to me so that I could impale her on my now throbbing flesh.  Although she’d selected me for sexual play, she seemed to want to draw out the anticipation by swerving away whenever I tried to grasp her.  The other ladies helped by pushing or pulling her out of reach of my seeking hands.

All three women giggled like children.  The others in the party laughed as I continued trying to snare my prey.  The louder their merriment became, the more I grew determined to catch Miss Creighton and give her a fucking she wouldn’t soon forget.  She swung to and fro, her mirth causing her breasts to rise and fall above the corset.  Eventually, though I was able to snag one thigh, and with that secured, I could catch the second.  I held them apart as I tugged her toward me and shoved my cock into her.

Finally, success.  Even now, I couldn’t tell you which gave me more satisfaction…having bested her at the chase or having thrust my member into her wet heat.  She squealed with delight as I reached behind her to cup her buttocks and pull her harder against me.  I’d buried myself inside her all the way to the hilt.  Total possession.

She was a tight, little thing, her muscles clamped around me so firmly, I thought I might spend on the spot.  Had I done so, I would have missed all the delights the trapeze had to offer.  Once I’d demonstrated my mastery of the situation, she became more cooperative.  By looping her arms around my neck, she cemented our union but still allowed her lower body to bounce against mine.  I held onto her hips so that I could guide her movements as her cunny slid along my shaft.

Soon, we’d settled into a vigorous rhythm.  I continued to grasp her so that she couldn’t escape me entirely, but I gave her enough freedom of movement to slide to the very tip of my member and then back until I’d buried myself in her again.  I could hardly fucked her more forcefully in any other position, and she obviously appreciated my efforts.

“Heaven!” she exclaimed.  “He hits my nubbin on every thrust.  I’ll swoon.”

Well, given a challenge like that, I rose to the occasion.  I bounced her harder and faster.  She’d become so soaked with her own love juices that our bodies made a wet, slapping sound with each passage of my cock into her cunny.  I was quickly approaching the end of my control and would soon have no choice but to release my lust into her, but I’d determined that I would see her swoon.  Although her pussy had become slick, still the muscles gripped me with each pass of my staff in and nearly out of her.  Few men could withstand such prolonged stimulation, and had I not had the earlier encounter with your sweet puss, I would have succumbed long before.

The lady cooperated with my efforts, growing more and more aroused as became clear from her shrieks.  Finally, she threw back her head and howled.

“I come!,” she declared.  “Oh, how I come!”

Immediately, her inner muscles burst into spasms around my shaft.  She climaxed, shuddering violently in my arms as I made my last thrusts into her.  I followed her into orgasm, sending stream after stream of semen into her depths.  I nearly lost consciousness with the strength of my release, but when her convulsions finally ceased, I had the satisfaction of finally feeling her body go limp.

When my gaze could focus again, I saw that she had fallen into a deep swoon.  Her eyes remained closed, and she hardly seemed to breathe.  If I hadn’t continued to hold her, she surely would have fallen backward.

Eventually, the others seemed to come to life.  The two women gathered around us to help her down as Sir Walter lowered the ropes.  Miss Creighton needed assistance to step out of the loops, which her friends happily supplied.  Finally, her eyelids fluttered, and a smile crossed her lips.  One of the ladies found her smelling salts and waved them under Miss Creighton’s nose, but she pushed them away.

“Take me to a couch,” she said softly.  “I must rest.  He’s used me so completely.”

As the two women led her away, I became aware that most if not all of the ladies present gazed on me with more than a little lustful interest.  I fear I’ll be in great demand when we next attend one of Sir Walter’s parties.  We must make time for ourselves, my darling.  After all, these sensual explorations serve only to find greater ways for me to please you.

Perhaps when we next attend, we can take possession of the trapeze for our own uses.  Until then, I remain,

Your adoring Richard

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Thirteen

My darling X,

You are, indeed, a treasure. A jewel more precious than any owned by the crown. A flower rarer than the most exotic orchid. Love and pride for you war for supremacy in my heart. I am so filled with both.

I had no idea what would happen to you in the side chamber. The others would only smirk and make suggestive comments about your “preparation.” One woman claimed that her own initiation had caused her to swoon. Another said that she’d become so overcome with lust that she would have used the first phallic object she could have put her hand on if she hadn’t found a man immediately on entering the main salon. All agreed they’d never experienced such sexual need and frustration.

The entire party declared that my test should be to watch another man fuck you while you were in that state. They even drew lots for the opportunity to offer themselves to you when you emerged. You saw them, dearest, all four of them lined up with their members at the ready to serve your eager cunny. I watched your eyes go wide as your gaze went from the first to the last of them, and I held my breath waiting to see which one you’d choose. I was prepared to become filled with jealousy. Instead, you set your chin at that determined angle I’ve come to know so very well, and you walked past them all.

I could tell how each step cost you. Your flesh had turned the livid color it assumes just before you explode into orgasm. I knew how desperately you needed to spend, and my cock responded so forcefully I thought it might burst through my trousers. When I released Priapus from his confinement, as the others had done, I realized that only one woman could satisfy his demands. Though it could have cost me the opportunity to stay, having failed the test they’d set for me -- to stand by and watch -- I determined that I should be the one to give you relief from your suffering.

Because I approached you from behind, you didn’t realize that it was my arm that had gone around you. I think you felt the love in my touch, though, because although you’d already rejected four potential lovers, you allowed me to guide your hand my throbbing member and then nodded your assent to a frantic coupling.
I found a chair to support you, lifted your shift, and drove myself home. Into your welcoming chamber, so wet and ready to receive me. I instantly discovered an unexpected reason for the height of your arousal. I’d only noted the odd item of your underclothing to the extent to realize that it wouldn’t hinder my entrance into your pussy. Now I encountered the ointment that had so inflamed your pearl. With your juices flowing so copiously, your sex was bathing mine in it.

I went quite mad, my darling. I can only thank the good services of Lady Anne for preparing you so completely for the force of my thrusts. As deep as I went, I couldn’t get deep enough. Nor as fast or as hard. A primitive need consumed me. To possess, to ravish, to leave my mark on you. And I wanted them all to watch so that there could be no question that you and I were mated. We might dally with others, but this union was the one that came from our souls.

We both spent in an instant, my sex taking its cue from yours as your inner muscles contracted rhythmically around my shaft. Everything else disappeared from my consciousness. For all I knew, we were the only two people in the world as my ungracious noises played a counterpoint to your sweet song. I emptied myself into you until you’d drained me.

I scarcely noticed the praise from the others until my mind had returned to some semblance of rationality. We’d impressed them with our performance, but of course, none of the credit really belonged to me. Your bravery had won the day for both of us. We’d been accepted and could now enjoy all the pleasures the salon afforded. I’ll leave it to you to describe what we did next. I’ll now lay my head on the pillow and let memories of the evening accompany me into sleep. I’ll dream of you.

For this night and forever, I remain,

Your adoring Richard.

*

My dearest,

Scamp that you are, you would give me the task of putting to paper our further exploits at Sir Walter’s den of iniquity. Even a woman of my experience has to blush while describing the details of the naughty game the group engaged in. Someone, likely Sir Walter himself, had written sex acts and positions onto small pieces of paper, and each lady drew one. Starting with Mrs. Smythe, who sat in one corner of the room, each lady was to choose a partner and then read her task aloud to the group. She and the gentleman would then perform their assigned act, and the others would score their performance on a card we’d been given.

Mrs. Smythe appointed as her partner a gentleman who’d only tell us his name was George. George, as it turned out, had a member quite marvelous to behold. So long and thick one could scarcely believe it was real. She looked upon it with lust but not, as far as I could tell, any great surprise. She must have craved the monstrosity for some time and now saw her opportunity to have it in her cunny. How we all laughed when she read the instructions to learn that her assignment was not coitus but to fellate the beast to orgasm.

I was quite sure she’d choke if she even tried to put her mouth around the head, which truth be told was as large as a plum and nearly as purple. Still, she dropped to the floor in front of George, gripped his cock at the base, and proceeded to lick him from the root to the tip. She continued with such energy and abandon, that she’d soon coated his length.

For his part, George took great delight in her efforts. His gaze went soft and hazy as his arousal became acute. His chest rose and fell erratically, and his breath came in harsh gasps. The perfect vision of a man receiving the ultimate kiss.

After long moments of the good services of Mrs. Smythe’s tongue, the lady gathered together the courage to confront George’s mammoth tool more directly. Still holding him by the base, she stared at his cock as if it might be a serpent that would bite her. Clearly a woman deciding to face her fears. After a few deep breaths, she slid her lips over the tip. A few of the ladies gasped as she managed to get her mouth around the entire head and then down the shaft an inch or more.

“How does she do it?” one female voice gasped.

“I’d faint if I tried,” another said. “I know I would.”

I watched in rapt attention. I shared the trepidation the others felt, but I also had to wonder how I would breathe around such a pole of rigid male flesh. Of course, if I did, he might reward me with a ride on that stallion. Would that hurt, or would it take the art of fucking to a new level? I resolved, if you’ll allow it, to take have a go with George at the first opportunity. We’d both entered the salon with the intent of having dalliances with others. Why shouldn’t I enjoy George?

My thoughts had wandered, but now George’s grunts brought me back to reality. George’s lust had overcome him, and he’d threaded his fingers into Mrs. Smythe’s hair as his hips moved to push himself deeper into her mouth. The poor thing struggled to maintain some control of how much she had to take, but George was so much stronger than she. When quite himself, he would never have done anything to hurt her, but his orgasm had come upon him.

Again, the ladies exclaimed their concern, and even one of the men remarked that something should be done. Mrs. Smythe finally wrested herself free from George’s grip. Though she struggled for breath, she nevertheless managed to stroke his shaft with the fingers of both hands. All the way from the end to the root, she worked his crimson flesh as he stiffened and released a shout.

Semen streamed from him in waves, landing on her clothing and the floor. An amazing spectacle as it continued, over and over. I’ve seen men spend before, but I’d never witnessed anything like George’s cock as he came. Not even your beloved member has ever given a performance like that. Yes, I shall certainly have George, with your agreement, of course.

All good things must end, and so George finally returned to himself. As the rest of us applauded at how the two of them entertained us, he gave Mrs. Smythe his handkerchief so she could clean up his considerable emissions. She smiled very prettily and begged to keep it as a token of her accomplishment, to which he readily agreed.

After we‘d scored that couple, the game progressed, and I’ll allow you to tell that part of the story as you had a crucial role in it. I know what I saw. I long to learn how you experienced it.

Until then, I’m still,

Your besotted X

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