Mr Janus returns

Dear Brother,

Your letter asked for more details as to just what occurred in my little game, and in truth this letter will serve as a sort of admission to just how right you were that I should have kept my nose in a book and my sword in its sheath. I entered her room, and quickly realized that attempting to come off as a dashing gentleman doesn't work so well in total darkness when you can't ask where the damned furniture is. At first, I resolved to simply end the charade now that I was in, but a shameful stumble and tumble over her ottoman, thankfully which made quite the racket but left me with life and limb intact occurred. She giggled, and rightfully so, as I groped about the room, seeking the edge of the bed. What a curse blindness must be.

"Over here, mystery man." she said, much to my relief. My hand fell on her smooth, silken leg. It was a delight to touch it, my image of her conveying meaning to my tactile sense. I used it as a guide to find the rest of her, and what a treat she is. Her gentle hands worked quickly to remove my shirt as my own roamed her flesh, round her pink nipples and over her torso. I was so excited that I began to rush, trying to unbutton my pants with one hand and caress her with the other, and ended up acting like a damned teenager. She took it in stride, no doubt chalking it up to my supposed shyness. Once I was disrobed, Bradley, that's when she truly came alive.

She covered my chest and torso with tiny kisses, her hands running up and down my abdomen as her mouth made its winding journey downward. Her skill with her tongue is absolutely fantastic! She swirled the head of my member around with it, encircling it with her lips, and sucked it deeply, slowly, before stroking it again.

"Samir. Come." she said. I'd already forgotten he was there. I heard him shuffle into place, his shoulder bumping my own. The pleasured gasp that came from him told me that her mouth had found a new plaything as her gentle hands administered to mine. Suddenly, the entirety of my penis vanished down her throat, and it was my turn to gasp. She repeated this pattern several times, my lust building to a raging inferno. My hand found her breast, and unfortunately Samir's hand as well.

Her mouth encircled me again, and my brother let me tell you that when put her concentration into it I nearly lost all composure. Her mouth was so warm, her tongue so skilled, I fear I am ruined for all future lovers, and very much so with Helen. I heard a shuffling about again, and she gasp.

"Mmmm. Thank you Samir." she said, resuming. Her little wimpers and sudden enthusiasm got me wondering just what he was doing. Still, I am not one to leave a good thing unfinished, so I lay back, drawing her along with me, till I could feel her soft breasts graze my thighs. She giggled and let out a little moan. I looked down, barely able to make out her shape.

"You know what he's doing to me, Mr Janus?" she asked. I felt her hand snake down between my legs, only to reappear a moment later. She slid her finger, wet with her essence, into my mouth. I tasted her salty sweetness, and was thankful she had ceased her sucking. She slid up my body, her nipples tickling my chest hair as first her left leg, and then her right straddled my hips.

"Miss..." Samir said.

"One moment, my boy." she said, lowering her moist netherlips to my penis, and slowly rocking back and forth, covering it completely. "Lovely...very lovely." she said, leaning over me and kissing me, taking her own taste back from my lips. As she did this, she reached down again, and took hold of my manhood. When she rocked backward, her womb had engulfed my erection. "Not bad, Mr Janus. You certainly have no reason to be shy with that in your trousers." she said, starting to sway her hips back and forth, up and down, until her breath was beginning to catch in her throat. I silently thanked God that I couldn't see her then or else that would have been the end of me. She grinded down on my pelvis, meeting my thrusts with liquid slaps of eager flesh.

"Samir...now Samir!" she said, a pleasured whimper escaping that was a bit too loud for comfort. The bed shifted, and I felt his knee touch my calf. What was she planning on? She tensed suddenly atop of me, her nails digging into my chest. I felt it inside of her. His member moved her internals, tightening them.

"Sweet merciful God!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking badly as she started to push back against him, and then down on me. Soon, the unmistakable sounds of savage and unspeakable sodomy filled her little bedroom, the antique bed creaking badly as we figured out when to thrust and when to wait. I reached up, my hands finding her rapidly swaying breasts in the darkness. It was too much. I grabbed her hips and pumped hard and fast, wishing Samir would do something with his damned testicles. She pitched forward, muffling her moans with the pillow as her young body quivered.

My orgasm came with great heaves and gasps, her muscles and Samir's thrusts sending me to heights of pleasure I've never known. I emptied myself into her with great spurts and sputters before letting out a long, contented sigh. "Samir, back up. No, leave it in, just scoot back a little." she said, short of breath. She raised herself off of me, and I thought that that was indeed that.

She sucked it again, Bradley. The girl sucked the last bits of jism from it and she KEPT SUCKING! My God if you've never had Willa do that, I highly suggest you try. I put my hands to my face, giddy with how good it felt. Finally, almost mercifully, she relented, and turned her attentions to Samir. When her moans and his were only seconds apart, I sat up on the bed, and fumbled in the darkness for my clothes. It wasn't long after that that her pillow accepted another muffled scream of delight, and Samir once again found himself calling out to the heavens before the sound of him collapsing on the bed was heard. When he started a nervous laughter, I knew what she was doing to him.

I donned the top hat and my coat, unable to find my shirt in the darkness. Wordlessly, I made my way to the door. Upon opening it enough that I could see her, she spoke. "Thank you very, very much Mr Janus. Just knock our secret knock until you are ready to reveal yourself. Next time though, I'll just wear a blindfold." I could have smacked myself on the forehead for not thinking of that.

And so I took my leave. I very, very much wished I could return, but once my mind was clear I saw you were right. I felt like I'd just gone 20 rounds with Bruiser Bowman, and it was only a petite little girl. I was too close to finishing my studies on anatomy to be distracted so completely. I took a double dose of the tonic when I returned to my room.

The next day, I spied a young man of similar build and height, and approached him. "Here you are sir, take my top hat. You'll want to shave that goatee. Samir here will fill you in on the details. Good luck." I told him, patting him on the arm. He held the hat, somewhat confused, before Samir whispered to him. He looked up at the third floor, room 20, and donned the top hat. I feel I've started a new school tradition, at least till the end of the semester.

Yours Truly,

Mortimer