Letter of Dutch Lust
Some years ago I spent time living in Holland and this resulted
in my having a very sexy and adventurous Dutch girlfriend.
We regularly enjoyed shaving each other’s genitals that
always resulted in plenty of sopping-wet cum-laden oral
action and plenty of good hard fucking. Unfortunately
my time in Holland was limited and when I finally left for
the UK we knew that it would be six weeks before she came to
visit me, so we decided that we would try to keep things going
by letter. About three weeks into our six weeks of masturbatory
solitary confinement I received the following letter
that shows just how able she was when it came to keeping up
her end of the bargain.
Dear HarryBeffers
I am now lying in bed with an aching pussy and a deliciously
aching butt-hole having spent the last two hours pleasing
myself with fantasies of you, but, let me go back to the beginning.
Tonight I was relaxing on the settee and reading that Nancy
Friday book of women’s sexual fantasies that we like so
much. I was enjoying one particular group-sex fantasy
and was getting a little horny and juicy but at that point
I wasn’t really planning to do too much about that. Anyway,
I finished my coffee and the story and decided to have a shower
before I went to bed. So, I stripped naked in the bedroom
and left the book on the bed just in case I fancied another
look before sleeping and went for my shower.
I had been in the shower for about ten minutes just standing
with my legs slightly apart and letting the very hot water
cascade over my breasts and down my tummy and over my pussy
which, incidentally, I had shaved clean this morning whilst
fantasising about you in the shower. After letting the
hot water carry away the juice that was there from my reading
session I decided to get on with soaping myself and getting
clean for bed. The water was very hot, maybe too much, and
had left my breasts and nipples quite sensitive, so as I
caressed them with my soapy sponge I found that I was, once
again, becoming quite wet between my legs. However, even
then, I still wasn’t planning on doing anything significant
about this. However, my resolve crumbled when I came to
washing my smooth and swollen pussy, which I had so far been
foolishly ignoring (you know me better).
As soon as my soapy wet fingers made contact with shaved
lips, that were also very sensitive after all the hot water,
I got a wonderful spasm of lust and immediately slipped
two fingers straight inside myself. It felt so good that
I let out a gasp and lost my balance a little which resulted
in me falling gently forward and caused my, by now very erect
nipples, to brush against the icy cold tiles on the shower
wall. I was lost immediately and started fantasising about
the time you fucked me from behind in the bathroom at your
flat and my tits were slamming of the tiles there. As I imagined
how your hard cock had felt up my ass that time and how your
sweet tongue had licked me off after, I got a third and fourth
finger up there and was finger-fucking my way to a frenzy.
As I pressed my pussy down on my hands I caressed by breast
and kept pinching my hardening nipples until I squealed
with the pain.
By now I knew I wanted something more and, standing myself
up straight with my knees bent, I took my nipple teasing
hand and introduced it to my pussy-juice and switched my
dripping pussy hand round and penetrated my ass which,
by now was also aching to be filled. Imagine this, and I know
you are my dirty little bastard, there I was for about five
minutes with three and four fingers fingering my cunt whilst
reaching round and managing to massage my butt-hole with
a couple of pussy-soaked fingers. Right there, under the
too hot water which was filling the room with steam and making
me even more breathless, I came with a gasp of joy that I’m
sure must have carried to the upstairs neighbours who must
have thought you were back again.
Having come once I was desperate for more and without even
grabbing a towel or drying myself off I ran from the shower
for the bedroom and my gorgeous vibrator. As I stood there,
changing the bloody batteries (so much for forward planning)
I could feel my how pussy juice dripping, almost running,
down my inner thighs and I knew that lubrication wasn’t
going to be an issue. After what seemed like an age the new
batteries were and in I leapt, still wet from the shower,
onto my back onto my big double bed. I grabbed one ankle and
lifted my legs high and wide in the air and, reaching down
between my legs, immediately plunged all 8 inches of my
little buzzing friend straight up my cunt that, buy now,
was desperately aching to be fucked properly. Over the
next half an hour I writhed and came all over the bed sliding
my sweet machine in and out off and over my juicy lips and
eventually lost count of how many times a brought myself
to climax. By this time I was totally soaking in a combination
of my sweat and pussy juices and realised I was going to need
another shower before turning in. So back to the shower
I went and got myself all cleaned up.
Sitting up in bed after my second shower, I decided to tell
you about my evening and started writing you this letter
however, I only got as far as the end of the second paragraph
before I felt the honey start to flow from my pussy again
and I knew I wasn’t finished. My fingers drifted down to
caress my growing wetness that became, in only a few seconds,
another torrent of horny lust. This time I knew I wanted
something to fuck my pussy really hard and that somehow
my vibrator wasn’t going to hurt me enough. My hungry eyes
fell on the candle on the window ledge and before I knew where
I was the hard ridged side of this new toy were drumming back
and forth over my throbbing hole as I thrust it deep inside
myself. It was about this point that I started to fantasise
that you were with me and that I could feel your hard cock
slipping over my buttocks as and making use of all the pussy
juice to slip your tip into my arsehole. This was too much
temptation and I grabbed bed for the vibrator and the lubrication
and, getting on my side and raising my leg, began very giving
myself DP with my vibrator buzzing away up my butt and the
candle pounding at my dripping pussy. I was gasping for
air and making so much noise as I rotated the candle in my
pussy and turned the speed of my vibrator up to for even more
anal pleasure. I have no idea how long this lasted or how
many times I came, hurting and stretching both my holes
until they ached, before I finally collapsed on the bed.
I was physically aching all over from the efforts of all
the pleasure I had given myself and had also enjoyed moaning
and barking, the whole time, like your little whore bitch.
Whilst, all the time, fantasising that you were there watching
me, playing with your own cock, and making ready to bring
your cock and come on command to my mouth for a deliciously
hard triple fucking.
It’s now three in the morning and I have finished writing
his letter and I am exhausted. However, telling you all
this has made me feel a little wet again, as is the thought
that you are already touching yourself whilst you are reading
it, but I really don’t have the energy. So much for leaving
that book on the bed for later !
See you in three weeks,
Happy wanking
Love A.
p.s. Should I bring my vibrator and candle for us to play
with ??
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