The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.1

CHAPTER 7

Although much occupied with preparations for her approaching marriage, Laura found time to remind me of our promise of mutual confidence, and said that if I gave her an account of my introduction to the enjoyments of love, she would oblige me in like manner. So I told her of Dick's boyish attempts, and final success; and described what I had seen in the punishment house, both with respect to old Snigger and the girls, and my father and Mrs Hobbs, Mat Yeats' sister.

Laura had heard something of this before and was very much amused.

I then called on her to fulfil her part of the agreement, and she responded thus: 'Like you, Queenie, I was enlightened at an early age. My mother, who was Captain St John's sister, was married to a doctor. She died when I was a child about nine years old, and he married again. We then lived in a very small house, and for want of accommodation, my bed was placed at the foot of theirs, with only a curtain between. When laying awake at night, I often felt their bed shake in a funny way, and sometimes heard them whispering to one another such expressions as:

"You may do it now – take it in your hand – put it in yourself – open your thighs – lift your legs – keep your hand on it – press it between your fingers"; then there would be a rustling, shaking, panting and father would snort, and cry, "Oh, Oh," and she would say, "Can't you do it quietly, you'll wake the child." 'I also heard father making her say: 'Prick, cunt, fuck, and telling her to pinch his arse and frig his prick, and asking her to let him fuck her bottom.

'I did not know the meaning of all those terms then, but I had an inkling of what they referred to and, eagerly listening to every stir and noticing every word, I longed above all thing to see what they were doing; but as this amatory intercourse generally took place just after they went to bed, when all was dark, for a long time I could see nothing. However, one light summer morning, I happened to be awake when they commenced their play; I heard him say, "Lift your bottom that I may see your cunt, while you suck my prick." 'In the most stealthy manner, I slightly drew the curtain to one side. The view that greeted my eager eyes almost took away by breath.

'My stepmother was on her knees, straddling across my father, and her great white bottom was raised up in the most impudent manner right before his face. she was stooping forward, resting her elbows, and holding in her hand a long fleshy thing that was standing up out of a thick bush of black hair at the bottom of his belly. This long thing, the first of its kind I had ever seen, at once arrested by attention; and it seemed to have some peculiar fascinating power, for I could not take my eyes from it. I noticed that it had a large glossy head of purplish colour, which she kissed and rubbed to her nose and cheeks, while she moved her hand up and down on its body; then she took a good portion into her mouth and sucked it with apparent gusto.

' "Thanks for sucking my prick so nicely," he said (then I knew what the word "prick" meant). "Now, let your cunt down on my mouth and I'll have a suck too." (Then I knew what the word "cunt" meant). And I put my hand on my own little nick, and wondered would it ever be as large and hairy as that of my stepmother. My father held the cheek of her bottom on either side while he sucked her cunt, and kept jerking up his prick, which she still held in her hand, kissing and frigging it all the while.

'Then moving from under her he cried; "Now for a fuck," and telling her to remain on her hands and knees while he fucked her in the rear, he knelt behind her bottom, he pushed her legs apart, drew open the lips of her cunt and peeped into its capacious mouth, now watering as if hungry for something to eat.

'He then took his prick in his hand, and pushing in the head, drove it all the way up. Then he put his arms round her hips and heaved his bottom backward and forward, making his tool pass quickly in and out through the hairy lips. That showed me what fucking was, and pushing my finger into my own little chink, I felt about for a place into which a prick might enter, and down at the end I found that there was a small passage, but when I tried to push in my finger, it hurt me too much to go on. However, mama was not hurt, for she kept pushing her bottom back and saying, "That's the way, push it in strong; give me plenty of it, Harry, I like it so much when you fuck me from behind; it is so pleasant to feel your belly rubbing against my bottom, while you hold me tightly round the loins, and press my cunt with your fingers.'

'Then they both panted and grunted, and he almost roared with delight as, pressing her down flat, he hammered at her bottom, with his prick buried in her cunt.

'I clenched my teeth, pinched my cunt, and pushed in my finger in spite of the pain, and I do verily believe that, although young, I obtained at that time my first emission.

'I often watched them fucking after this, and soon became familiar with many of the modes and expressions of venereal play. I also regularly frigged my little cranny while I listened to them and succeeded in forcing my finger as far as it would go. But in course of time, my stepmother was confined, and I was moved to another room.

This was a benefit to me, for I was injuring my health by constant frigging, which I need not tell you is very injurious to a young girl.

'Nothing of particular note occurred again until I was nearly fifteen years old, and the hair was beginning to sprout on my mons. I attended school regularly, and having a great love of learning, I worked hard at my lessons and tried in every way to improve myself.

'About this time, a new French master, named Louis Martel, was appointed. He was young and handsome, and of course all the girls fell in love with him at once; but he took no particular notice of anyone, for he was naturally she and reserved in his manner. He applied himself steadily to his duties, and seemed to think of nothing else. I was one of the most diligent and attentive of his pupils, and on that account he thought more of me, and tried to get me to go on. I responded by increased efforts, and feeling grateful for his kindness, I tried to please him in every way I could. In short, I began to like him very much, and after a while he seemed to reciprocate my feelings, for he used to hold my hand with a lingering pressure and lean over me when directing me in my lessons.

'I remarked that the prominence at the fork of his trousers seemed always to grow larger when he was talking to me, and especially when he was leaning over me. I once pressed my elbow on it, and felt it bound at my touch; that touch acted like an electric spark on my nerves and fired a whole train of amorous emotions; my mind became filled with the idea of his prick, my imagination painted it on every object on which I looked; I dreamed of it at night, and often awoke, fancying I had Louis in my arms and his prick in my cunt. I now regarded that little rosy chink with increased interest, and used to study its appearance, with a glass placed for that purpose between my legs, wondering what Louis would think of it and wondering whether he would like to put his prick into it and fuck it. 'Oh, if I could only let him see it,' I said to myself; it would warm his blood, and banish all his reserve.'

'about this time, the school got a holiday, and it was arranged that we should all go to a neighbouring mango grove and look for fruit. We wandered about, and only got further and further from the rest, but that did not distress either of us very much.

'We did not find much fruit, however, and Mr Martel was chiefly occupied in helping me through the bushes and across the ditches while we went on laughing and chatting together. at last we came to a fruit-bearing tree with large low-spreading branches.

'Oh, here is a tree very easy to climb, and there is plenty of fruit a little way up," I said, putting my foot on one of the lowest branches. "I will pluck the mangoes, and you can pick them up and put them into the basket as I drop them down." ' "Very well," he said, "only take care you don't fall." 'He stood below me as I climbed up over his head. I saw he was watching me eagerly, and the thought flashed through my mind, 'here is an opportunity for bestowing on him a few glimpses of my secret charms. So I climbed from branch to branch separating my legs as widely as I could. I had no drawers on, the weather being very hot, and as my frock was short, he must have had a full view of my bottom and thighs and the rosy chink between them, just beginning to be fringed with hair. Glancing down I saw that his face was flushed, and his eyes unusually bright, as he gazed intently up.

' "It is more difficult to get at the fruit than I expected," I said. I must go further out on this branch." ' "Take care, Laura, that bough is very slight, it will hardly bear your weight." ' "Just as he spoke, there was a squeak and a crash, and the bough and I came own together; but Louis caught me in his arms before I reached the ground; indeed, he was so directly under my clothes that they passed over his head and my bottom plumped right on his turned-up face. This I learned afterward, for in the course of the fall, my head struck against one of the branches, and I was quite stunned by the blow.

'When I came to myself, I was lying stretched on the grass with Mr Martel kneeling at my side holding my hands. He looked excited and his face was fed, so I fancied he had been investigation more closely my secrets as I lay almost in a faint, and blushed at the thought.

' "Oh, Miss Laura, I am so glad to see you looking yourself again; I hope you are not hurt much."

' "Not much," I said, trying to rise, "But I fear I have sprained my knee, for it pains me when I lean on it." ' "Let me see if it is swollen." ' "Yes, do," I said, and raised my dress a little.

He put his hand on my knee and felt it all around.

' "It seems uninjured, but feels hot, may I change it a little for you while you rest?" ' "Thank you," I replied, leaning back, and lifting up my leg. He rubbed about my knee and under part of my thigh, gradually pushing his hand up higher and higher; at last he brushed against the haircovered mons, as if by accident, and finding I did not appear angry, he proceeded boldly to put his hand on it, and began to feel the lips and clitoris.

' "Mr Martel take your hand away and let me up." ' "My sweet Laura, let me tell you how much I love and admire you," he said, putting his hand gently on my breast, and keeping me down, 'and this dear little nest, so mossy and warm, is delightfully soft and inviting; let me peep at it again – just a moment," and lifting my frock, he peered up between my legs.

' "Oh, no, Louis," I said, closing my eyes, "don't look at me there, it makes me feel ashamed." ' "You need not be at all ashamed of it, Laura, for it is the most beautiful little cunt that any man ever looked at," he said raising my dress and opening my thighs.

' "Oh, Louis, how you tickle me with your moustache. Why do you like kissing me there?"

' "Because it is a lovely little cunt, just made to be kissed and sucked, and then to have something nice put into it that will fill it with the most exquisite delight; do you know what I mean?" ' "No, Louis, what could be put into it that would make it feel as nice as you say?" ' "This, my love," placing my hand on his stiff prick, which he had drawn out of its hiding place.

' "I am ashamed to look at it, but I will hold it in my hand just to please you. Yes, and move it up and down, do you like that?" ' "I do, darling, you are giving me more pleasure than I can tell you. Do you know what men call this?" ' "No, what name do they give it?" ' "They call it prick – say prick, my love." ' "Has every man a prick like yours, Louis?" ' "Yes, every man, though some are large and some are small, but they all like to do the one thing with their pricks." ' "What's that?" I asked with a laugh.

' "To put them into the cunts of as many girls as ever they can." ' "Oh my, how funny, and do the girls let them?" ' "Of course they do, why that is what a cunt is made for. This soft moist passage is the place for the prick to enter and pass up; and on, Laura, it is the pleasantest feeling in the world, and the doing is called fucking.

Let me put in my prick and fuck you; there is no one near us, and you will like it so much."

' "Oh, no, Louis, I can't let you put it in me now, I would be afraid; perhaps I may let you another time." 'But Louis was too wise to lose the present opportunity and, without further leave, he got between my legs, raised them u and pushed the head of his prick between the lips of my cunt. I thought that having gone so far, the best thing was to facilitate the entrance of his prick as much as I could.

'Louis' prick was of goodly size, and its large round head stuck just inside the opening; but as I was most anxious to get it in, I twisted about and pushed against him, heedless of the pain. In the midst of his efforts to force a passage, his seed burst from him, which, though it checked him for a moment, yet served to lubricate the way and, as his prick still retained its vigour, at the next push he was able to drive home, to my great and entire satisfaction.

'Then, as he commenced that in-and-out movement so dear to us women, he asked me to tell him how I liked the feel of his prick in my cunt fucking me.

' "It is very pleasant, Louis; I cannot tell you how much I enjoy the motion of your prick in and out – that way, between the lips of my cunt it makes my nerves vibrate to my heart." 'I did enjoy that, my first fuck, more than I can say; and I need not tell you, Queenie, for you know as well as I, that the sensation of feeling a prick for the first time filling up the whole of one's cunt and distending each throbbing fold inside, is simply indescribable; and then the frantic hug during the last quick prods, and the rush of seed at the end – Oh, it must be felt to be understood.

'Then we lay side by side to rest awhile after our joint exertions, our hands, however, still busy – his fondling my cunt and mine playing with his prick and balls. But as his tool stiffened up again and regained its power, he grew more enterprising, and making me lie back, he pulled all my clothes up to my waist, then he stretched himself between my thighs and sucked my cunt and bottom, after which I sucked his prick and tickled his bottom with my finger. Then nothing would do but to see me piddle, and he played with my cunt and watched it while I did so. He said he liked to feel my warm piss flow through his fingers.

'In these and suchlike sports, we past a most delightful hour; during which Louis showed himself to be an ardent and accomplished votary of the Paphian goddess, and initiated me into the various modes of enjoying her favours, and celebrating her rites.

'We then prepared to seek the rest of the party, but my knee turned out to have been more hurt than we at first supposed, and Louis had to carry me a long way. He declared, however, with his national gallantry, that he scarcely felt the weight of his burden, now that he knew the treasure it contained.

'I responded with a loving hug and kiss, as I clung to him with my arms round his neck.

'I was laid up for the week following and was unable to attend school but as Louis called to see me every day, and generally managed t pass an hour with me alone as I reclined on a seat in the garden among the trees, I had no cause to complain.

'One of my class-fellows too, who always professed a great liking for me, passed all her spare time with me. She was a girl with an unusually fair complexion, red hair and deep blue eyes, and apparently considered by our seniors a very model of propriety, but we young people, who knew her better, called her Madam Sly.

'She had quickly noticed my intimacy with Mr Martel, which seemed to interest her greatly, and finding it pleased me, she made him the favourite subject of her conversation. She also contrived generally to meet him coming or going, though she prudently kept away during our interviews. On one occasion, however, she stole so quietly upon us that she witnessed without our knowledge or consent a very decided love-scene. I had as usual opened his trousers down the front, unfastened his suspenders, and taking possession of his upstanding prick, I fondled and kissed it, and took its glowing head into my mouth, while I tickled his balls and bottom. Louis in the meantime had his hands between my thighs and was pleasantly titillating the sensitive opening there. Then placing me on my knees on the seat, he uncovered my bottom and thrust in his prick from behind.

'We were both in full enjoyment of our fuck. Louis, panting with pleasure as he gave long deliberate strokes and watched his blunt tool delving in my garden of love, while I expressed the intensity of my satisfaction by various mutterings, and spurred him on by repeating all the amorous words I could think of, when Sly, no longer able to restrain her exited feelings, and perhaps of my sole possession of such great pleasure, suddenly rushed up behind us. Louis started, drew out his prick just as it was beginning to spout forth its liquid sweets, and left my hungry cunt gaping and disappointed at the loss of its favourite morsel; but on ascertaining who the intruder was, his alarm was changed into joy, and he exclaimed, "Aho, Madam Sly, since you have caught us in the act, you must join us both for our sakes and your own.

'To my surprise she offered little or no resistance, but allowed him to kiss her, thrust his hand under her petticoats, raise them up, expose her cunt to view, lay her on her back and place himself between her legs.

' "Look at Sly's cunt, Laura," he said pointing to a pair of very fat projecting lips thickly covered with curly red hair. His eyes sparkled as he stooped over this new-found treasure, so temptingly displayed in all its novelty and freshness.

' "You are not jealous, my love; there – put your old friend into Sly's cunt yourself,' and he put my hand on his prick, now bounding with the anticipated pleasure of a new treat. I could not help joining Louis in his admiration of her glowing charms, so. Wisely making the best of the situation, I promptly complied, and placing the head of his prick between the open lips, I looked on with curiosity, for her moist chink seemed actually to be smoking with the heat of desire as Louis pushed on with renovated force. But to their mutual disappointment he stuck fast in the entrance.

' "Push harder," I said, grasping his balls.

'She closed her eyes, seizing the hem of her dress between her teeth, she bit viciously in her efforts to prevent herself crying out with the pain caused by his energetic attempts to drive in his prick.'

' "Draw back, for a moment," I said with prurient warmth, "and I will wet it in my mouth." ' "Oh, don't take it out, my Louis," she panted, clutching him in her arms. "I can bear the pain – there – push – I feel that it is getting in," and she gave a tremendous heave against him; with that the barrier gave way, and his prick rushed up the channel and in an instant was buried out of view. A deep-breathed, "O-h-h" of intense satisfaction burst from them both, as their object was achieved, and the longing hungry cunt received for the first time that delicious morsel which kind nature had provided for its special use and delectation.

'Although deprived myself of the actual pleasure, I fully shared in their excitement, and felt amply repaid by the peculiar enjoyment I found in watching the prick between the lips of her cunt; they seemed to cling round his weapon as he drove it home, and protruded with most lascivious suction as he drew back to make a fresh charge forward; while her soft creamy buttocks opened out and closed up in the most voluptuous manner as she heaved, responsive to his thrusts, and his pendant balls plumped against her bottom at every stroke.

'Louis had discharged almost immediately after the first entrance of his prick into her heated receptacle, but having rested a few moments while his prick lay amidst its throbbing folds, he was soon able to answer her love-twitchings by the renewed action of his pleasuregiving tool.

'Louis's new-found treasure soon led him to forget the old. After his enjoyment of the treat so freely accorded him by Sly's insidious love, I quickly perceived a change in his conduct toward me. He sought my company less, and plainly showed that he did not find in my arms the same satisfaction he used to do.

'I thus learned from bitter experience the fickleness of men, and that a new cunt, simply because it is new, will often attract them from that which gave them the fullest satisfaction before. However, I was too much of a philosopher to repine; having tasted the sweets of love, I felt I must go on, so I determined to look out for its continued gratification elsewhere.

'There are plenty of young fellows, as good-looking as Louis, who I knew would rejoice in my favours if I only gave them opportunity and encouragement. One in particular, named Bertie, who often met me at a dancing academy, seemed to suit my purpose; he was young and handsome, and had the manners of a gentleman – a point I was particularly concerned about. I found him to possess a manly, enterprising spirit, and I think he must have seen me to be kindly disposed, and ready to meet his ardent advances.

'Accordingly, one evening at a ball, after dancing with me several times, he led me into the lobby and we sat down to rest in a retired part of the stairs away from the crowd. Putting his arm around me, he kissed me warmly, and taking my hand, he placed it on his prick outside his trousers and said, "My sweet Laura, I cannot tell how it is, but whenever I am near you, and above all when I touch you, and hold your dear hand, this part of me swells up and stiffens, so that I become quite uncomfortable and don't know what to do about it. You are kind and indulgent, can you tell me how to relieve it?"

' "Why do you ask me, I am not a doctor. If you want medical advice go to my father, he might be able to help you." He commenced fumbling at my dress. 'No, I do assure you, there is nothing in my pocket but my handkerchief; well, you may try if you wish to much – oh, but that is not my pocket, that is the opening of my dress – no, sir, I cannot let you put your hand underneath." ' "Dearest Laura, that is where the remedy I want is to be found; isn't there a soft mouth somewhere up here? Let me just touch its sweet lips.

Ah, here it is, Oh, how nice. How deliciously soft, but how hot it feels.

Why Laura, I declare you are spending. Get up and come in here for a moment,' and he drew me toward an open door close by.

' "Oh, no, we shall be missed, and somebody will come in on us." ' "Don't be afraid, I have use of this room for tonight, and we will remain only for a few moments." 'He closed and fastened the door, and pulled me toward a bed, which I could see by the light of the lamp outside the window. He placed me sitting on it, and then tried to push me back, at the same time putting my hand on his standing prick.

' "Feel how hot it is; and have pity on it, for it's just ready to burst, and this sweet cunt is the only thing that can give it relief. Let me put it in, you will find it so jolly.

' "No, I can't let you put it in, it would hurt me, and do me harm besides." ' "It shan't hurt you, and I won't let it do you harm – that's a sweet girl – open your thighs – wide – wider still;" and drawing me to the edge, he lifted up my legs, and coming between them, he placed the head of his prick in the slit of my cunt, resting his hands on my shoulders, he began to shove.

'His prick was large, much larger than Louis's. And as I opposed its entrance in every way I could, for the purpose of making him think that he was the first to force the passage, he found considerable difficulty in getting in.

' "How uncommonly tight you are, Laura, help me or I shall never be able to break through your virgin fence." 'To confirm that notion, I cried, "Oh, take it out, it's hurting me, I can't bear it," and I tried to move out from under him.

My resistance, as I intended, only increased his ardour, for holding me firmly with his hands, he pushed on with the greatest determination; and very soon I felt the dear thing making its way in and rushing up the passage, distending all its folds and causing every nerve to fill with rapture.

'My opposition had served its turn, and now I strained myself open, that I might receive all that he was able to give.

' "Now, my sweet Laura, you will have no more pain. Oh, is that not good? Oh, oh, Laura – it's coming – press me in your arms – Oh, oh.'

'I received his discharge into my longing cunt with the utmost satisfaction and, regardless of the consequences, I held him in my encircling arms until his prick had drained out the last drops of its sweets far up in the soft entrails of my belly.

'I could not help it, though I knew the risk I was running – for, as you now well, Queenie, one loses nearly half the pleasure when the prick is suddenly pulled out of the cunt just at the moment when you want it to be driven home, and to feel it in all its length and breadth filling up the cavity of delight.

'So I hugged him and made my cunt suck his prick, and jerked my bottom up and down until I got him into humour again; then, to encourage him I cried: "Now, Bertie, fuck me again – Oh, yes, I will say cunt and prick and bottom and arse and anything else you like; yet I like to feel your prick fucking me!" And then, he poked and I heaved, and we both panted together as the old-fashioned move progressed, until the culminating point was reached and we spent, fast and locked in each other's arms.

'When we stood up, I observed how very much my dress was tumbled and disarranged, and said, "See how you have tumbled my dress, how can I enter the room again in this state." 'Without waiting for an answer, he ran off, and soon returned carrying my wraps and a bottle of champagne. In my warm and excited state, the wine was peculiarly welcome, and between us the contents of the bottle quickly disappeared. I was, as you may suppose, quite uplifted, and felt I had the heart for any fate, and so I stepped boldly out into the dark under escort of my dancing acquaintance.