I was inspired by a recent viral post about a woman who found some racy letters from the 40s … Hope you enjoy part 1.
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Hello Thom
I do miss you, dear. I’m so pleased to hear you and the boys are safe and staying strong. When I received your letter last night, I had to write straight away to tell you about my own adventures (I have to report, I blushed at Loews ps. in your last reply—I feel so contented that the boys are enjoying my stories).
As you know, Sam has been deployed—he left just last week. I’ll miss him (his light touch was divine), but I’m being well taken care in his absence—Brown brought Archer by yesterday; I was surprised, Archer didn’t seem the type—small and spindly, but Brown assured me he could keep up.
The sun was still setting when they dropped by, so we sat on the porch for a little while, just chatting— Archer mentioned his dog just had a litter and showed me some photos he had taken on a polaroid. It turns out that Archer is quite the photographer (outside of his little pups)—he actually has his own darkroom! Imagine—such an interesting fellow! I had him take a picture of me that I’ve enclosed, but I’ll tell you about that later.
Brown made us all drinks—Archer opted for a rye and ginger and we all followed suit—it was perfectly tart and refreshing. It’s been an unusually warm in the valley this week, so cool drink was just the right kind of tonic—especially for Brown, who was just getting off his shift at the base. He tells me they are building a new training facility for the GI’s—something about state of the art this or that. I have to admit, I was more interested in his hands—a little dirt still clung to the sheen of sweat that travelled up his forearms. Brown’s arms are a work of art—a bronzed, beautiful, sinewed oak—and I loved to imagine how they moved during the day while he is at work on the base—pulling, pounding, gripping, lifting. Really, I was less concerned with what Brown was telling me about what he was building at work, and more concerned about how his hands could hold me; how he could grip my arms behind my back with one hand and how he could graze my clit with his other finger, so softly but with the most measured force.
Brown also brought a little toke with him that he passed around and shared. Remember how scandalized I used to be at the very notion of grass? I do find that a small hit helps me relax a little—it’s especially useful if you are meeting new people. Poor Archer took a few long pulls—I worried that he would be too nervous to perform but, as the sun went down, and the drinks and smokes had time to settler, we all began to sink into an excited calm—excited may be the wrong word, but I certainly felt that familiar anticipation—it’s so hard to describe, but it’s as though my pussy begins to feel warm, as though I can feel the potential of the evening. It starts to pulse a little and I can feel my juices start to pool in the crotch of my panties—soaking them and squishing between my thighs. I’ve told you this before, but this has to be my favorite moment—right before we begin, when I can think of you clearly and know the pleasure you will get from my own—I can feel you with me almost and my pussy gets warmer and warmer and starts to pulse with the thought of you—it’s as though you’re holding my hips and are kneeling right behind me, just waiting to slide into my cunt—teasing me with the hard tip of your cock.
I was wearing a robe when they arrived (the same one I wore in Hawaii—do you remember? Blush coloured, just grazes my knees?), but I decided to try something new (well for Brown, at least—anything to Archer would be new) and wear the little negligee you encouraged me to buy. I ended up purchasing the light blue teddy—I think it looks fantastic against my tan and holds my breasts just right. The lace gives the boys just a peak of my nipples—though it still allows them easy access to lick and suck. In any case, just as the boys were finishing their drinks, I got up to change the record—as I returned to the sofa, I stood facing them & I let my robe slip over my shoulders.
It felt thrilling to reveal myself to them this way. I don’t know what Archer thought he was in for, but he seemed perfectly taken aback at my forwardness. The teddy just flutters against the top of my thighs, and only hints at my crotch—I could tell that my inner thighs were sticky with my own pre-cum and that the boys noticed too.
Brown reached out for my hand to pull me back to the couch—Archer was sitting in the corner, in the swing chair & was reaching for his cock. Brown ran his hand up my ass and cupped as though he was handling a ball—I could feel his ring and pinky finger searching for my asshole, grabbing and burrowing deeper between my ass cheeks, while his thumb was pushing into my thigh. Brown found the string of my thong and started to roll it down my hips and ass. While his tongue pushed on the tip of my nipple, I looked back at Archer, whose cock was already throbbing in his hands—at first, he doesn’t compare to Browns sturdiness, but his cock was full and erect and already glistening with pre-cum. I just love to see the strength of a man’s grip around their cock—Archer was slowly stroking himself with his long, slim hands—he wasn’t squeezing himself tightly, but his thumb and his forefinger were just touching as he stroked up and down his cock—pulling his pre-cum over his shaft with his palm.
Meanwhile, Brown kept caressing my breasts, and slowly released them from the lace teddy—he traced my erect nipple with his tongue and his fingers found my wet pussy—it was as though he was dipping his fingers in honey—just catching some with the tips, and spreading it up and down my ass, lubing my asshole. I climbed onto Brown’s lap and straddled him—and grinded my pussy against his hard cock as we kissed—I knew at this point I wanted to be filled by them both—for my cunt and my asshole to just be completely taken up.
Brown gently pushed me off his lap so that he could take off his shorts—he was already fully erect, and his cock stood straight up, grazing his belly. He motioned for me to kneel on the couch—I held onto the armrests and kneeled down on the cushion, where I could look straight at Archer, who was still stroking himself. Brown knelt down on the floor, so he could position his face right behind my cunt—he knows I love when he explores, so he started very slowly, just touching and rubbing and massaging my pussy lips. He has the gentlest touch that is so at odds with his rough hands. I could feel my anticipation rise as he began to blow on my wet pussy lips and as he began to lick me. It was early, but enough for me to feel as though my cunt could swallow him whole—it was warm enough that it felt as though it could open up and envelope him and I could feel my clit shivering with anticipation.
Archer was naked by now and positioned himself in front of my face. You know my weakness is pre-cum—salty, sweet, dripping. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and began to suck him off—I started so slowly at first, focusing on drawing my tongue around the tip. As his cock pulsed, my tongue found the small seam at the base of head. I wrapped my lips further down his shaft and focused on building pressure in time with the pulses of his erection. After a minute or two, I let my tongue travel down the length of his shaft, but kept his entire cock enveloped in my mouth. When I had him fully within my mouth, I moved my tongue up and down the underside of his cock, taking time to circle and apply pressure on the underside of his head.
Meanwhile, Brown was eating my pussy from behind—I could feel his nose grind up against my asshole, and his tongue probing deep into my cunt. You know I love having my pussy eaten, but it has to be a bigger thrill to taste myself on Brown’s beard and mustache afterwards—it’s exciting to experience the sweet scent of my cunt and makes me feel as though all of Brown’s effort is rewarded just by allowing him to lick me like this—is a dripping pussy not reward enough? Brown placed his tongue on my clit—he used just the tip to apply light pressure and began to circle my clit slowly.
I began to mimic Brown’s movements as I was sucking Archer—when Brown would shove his tongue up my pussy, I would take Archer deep into my throat and close my lips on the base of his shaft. I should warn you that practice really does make perfect, my dear—I feel as though my cock sucking skills have improved so much since you’ve been away, and I just can’t wait to show them off.
Brown flipped me around, so I lay on my back—before he went back down to attend to my cunt, he let me taste myself on his mustache— I tasted a little salty, but bright and clean. Archer kneeled over my face, dangling his balls right over my mouth. I wanted him to smother me, so I took my hands and encouraged him to kneel deeper, so I could have a better go at taking his balls completely in my mouth.
By this point, my own cunt was just pulsing and Brown had to back off, I was so excited. We took a small break, so that we could extend the evening, and made ourselves another drink. While we socialized, I told the boys I wanted to be stuffed by them both—Brown was immediately intrigued, he had never done it before! But Archer surprised us both by revealing that he had previous “experience” double teaming a girl. First, though, he suggested that he could take a few photos—the sun was just at its final ebb and sinking under the horizon, so it was our last opportunity.
Archer began to instruct me how to pose—I’m glad he took them before I was completely disrobed so that I could show you my new teddy (though, as you no doubt have noticed, my tits are out, so we’ll have to save the full experience for when you return—perhaps I’ll get another colour, just for you.) My favorite shot is where I’m sitting on the edge of the garden, showing off my cunt—I’ve never had the opportunity to be so risqué in photos, so it actually felt quite liberating to be Archer’s subject—it felt so thrilling to be objectified, for Archer to focus on how he could show off my tits and cunt—the parts of me that are usually hidden. At one point, Archer instructed Brown to fuck my face, which he happily obliged. While I did include one photo of my lips around Brown’s cock, Archer was focused on Brown’s orgasm—he wanted Brown’s cum to reflect the waning daylight. Brown was punishing my face and holding my head down on his cock as I writhed and gagged for air. You know Brown’s girth is a challenge for me, but I love to feel the head fill the back of my throat; it wasn’t long until he exploded over my face and tits—you’ll notice long streams of cum clinging to my cheeks and in my hair in those final pictures. Brown assured me he wasn’t finished and that he would be ready to fuck me in short order.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvirjm/a_letter_for_her_soldier_1