The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.2

CHAPTER 1

Passing over for the present the events immediately succeeding our landing, behold me, settled in Government House, the favoured guest of the respected governor, and the chosen companion of his only daughter.

My rooms are luxuriously fitted out in the cheeriest part of the building; I have almost a little suite to myself; a comfortable bedchamber, with a commodious bathroom adjoining, and the snuggest possible little boudoir opening through a veranda on to a portion of the grounds especially set apart for my enjoyment and supervision.

For attendants, I have my own maid Zilla and an intelligent black boy, called Davy, to work the grounds and run errands.

The old gentleman himself pays me every attention and visits me often on the sly; in public he is most circumspect, yet always exceedingly kind and indulgent.

I have grown very fond of him, and do everything in my power to please and gratify him.

Blanche and I are very good friends; we read and work together and receive joint instruction from various masters.

I am not sure whether she is fully aware of the connection between her father and me, but if she is, she takes no notice of it, wisely judging that it is at all events better for her than if he married again. In due course, letters were received from my father, thanking the governor for his attention to me and gladly consenting to our present arrangements.

Carlo obtained from the English government the pardon he sought, together with a substantial reward; and being found efficient as a seaman and a navigator, he was appointed captain of the good old ship Cammarilla.

Good tidings also awaited our Sporio: the governor heard from the British envoy to the court of Tuscany, not only confirming the account he had given of his family, but announcing that his brothers were dead, and that he was the sole heir to the title and estates of the Lambertini.

Sporio, now Count Lambertini, heard himself from the family lawyer, informing him of the same event and placing a large sum of money at his disposal.

One of his first acts, was to offer me his hand and fortune; but I was not then inclined to marry, for having youth, position and independent means I loved my present freedom too well; besides, I thought that among the proud nobles of Italy, the irregularity of my birth would surely be cast in my teeth; so I declined his generous offer in the kindest manner and with many expressions of esteem and affection; at the same time I advised him to turn his thoughts to Blanche, who was more suited to him by birth and connection, and I know loved him very dearly.

He took my advice and having proposed for Miss Stanhope was accepted by both father and daughter and after a marriage celebrated with musical eclat, Blanche set sail for Italy as the Countess Lambertini.

Having thus satisfactorily disposed of our chief dramatis personae,let me return to my humble self, and my protector, the old governor, Sir Charles Stanhope.

To arrest scandal he went through some legal procedure adopting me as his child; and having made a settlement he prevailed on me to assume his name. in consequence, I was everywhere well received, had great court paid to me and no end of suitors.

But now I must explain our private arrangements. He had a concealed entrance to my rooms of which even the servants were ignorant. In my bathroom was a press for hanging towels; it had a movable back, which also formed the back of a similar press in the room at the other side, which was furnished as a spare room but was never occupied.

His practice was to retire early in the night, pleading in excuse his advancing years, for though not yet sixty, and hale and hearty for that, yet his grey hair made him look much older.

My boudoir was my favourite place for working and reading, and I avowedly devoted my evenings to study. So when the house was quiet, and my doors and windows well secured, the governor was able without attracting notice to visit his fair Rosamund, as he loved to call me.

Then in the full light of brilliant lamps I would strip for him, and take out and fondle into life his soft and attenuated prick, while I read aloud some luscious work or related some amorous tale. But nothing so thoroughly pleased and excited him as hearing me describe my own fucking adventures; and he was always begging me to get myself fucked as often as possible, and as soon after as I could, even while my cunt was still saturated with the spunk which had been poured into it, to give him the fullest details; then he would examine my inflamed quim, sniff up the salty odour and lick its moistened lips.

On one typical occasion, the governor was lying on a wide comfortable sofa opposite a large mirror; I was leaning back by his side in such a position as to afford him a full view in the glass of my cunt and bottom.

I petted and frigged his slowly stiffening prick, and he titillated my excited orifice, watching its appearance in the glass, while he asked me for the latest news.

'Well, Queenie, my pet, have you anything to tell me tonight? Did you succeed with James our English coachman? He seems a safe kind of man, amorously disposed. I was glad to see you coming this evening from the stables.'

'I did, my Charlie' (his pet name in private); 'don't you feel and see how moist my cunt is? I have not even wiped it since; smell it, dear.'

'Yes, my love, it is in a delicious state. It is very moist, and the hot smell from it is most fragrant and exciting. Now tell me everything that happened; don't miss one word.'

'Well, I went out to ask after my mare which was so frisky in the morning that I could scarcely mount her. James met me in the stable, and as I passed him on my way into the loose box to pat the mare on her neck as usual, he put his hand on my shoulder to keep me back saying,

"Take care, Miss Stanhope, she is not just now in a humour to be trusted," and in some way he made her plunge. I naturally started back, and he caught me in his arms. "Oh, Miss Queenie, you were near being hurt, and I should have been so sorry, for we are all so fond of you," and he pressed me to his breast. "Dearest lady, who could help loving you! How glad I am to save you from harm," he said, as he drew me towards a sheltered corner. I thanked him for his care and attention and said: "Now, let me go, James, I am in no danger here!" He put his face close to mine, and whispered: "Oh, might I make so bold — just one — darling Miss Queenie." '"Well, as a reward — here — take one — now, that will do — let me go — you will make me fall — Oh, James! What are you doing? Don't push your knee between mine — don't attempt to raise my clothes — what do you mean by unbuttoning my dress? O stop! I did not give you leave to put your hand there — Oh, James! How your fingers tickle me! Oh! How big you are! It will kill me — Oh! It is in! how nice it feels! How well you do it! press up to my heart. Yes, James, I will say it if you wish, I like you to fuck me. Yes, it is a strong, large prick. Yes, you my pinch my bottom and put your finger in while you fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried, as I felt his great tool poking my cunt while I lay under him on a heap of hay in the corner; he drove it home with such energy and force that his hard balls banged against my bottom as with a suppressed shout he flooded my cunt with boiling spunk.'

By this time, I had Charlie's prick in a fine erection and he cried: "Get over me, my love, lay your sweet arse on my face; I will suck your delicious quim while you draw from my prick its milky juice.'

I presented to him my arse, as he wished me to call my bottom, while he licked and sucked both apertures in my furrow of delight, I received in my mouth the discharge of his seed, and frigged his bottom-hole with my finger.

Then we took some refreshment which I always had ready, and he returned to his own apartments, for he seldom cared for more than one emission at a time. Next evening he came as usual, and asked had I anything new to tell him.

'Well, Charlie, you know I am always on the lookout for any love adventure that I think will give you pleasure. You spoke the other day about Dr. Prickett, and asked me to give him some encouragement.

Well, he called again this afternoon, and by my direction was shown into my boudoir. The blinds were down, and I was reclining on the couch, complaining of a headache and pain in my chest. He examined my chest with his stethoscope; while doing so I allowed him to get a good view, and feel too, of my swelling bubbies. His eye sparkled as he gently pressed one of my nipples in his trembling fingers. Then putting my hand down, he said he wanted to feel the region around my liver.

"But I can't through all this dress; may I put my hand underneath?" '"You may, over my chemise," I replied, leaning back.

'He bent forward, and as if by accident, passed his hand up, not over, but under my chemise.

'"Oh, doctor! I said over my chemise, and I feel your hand on my bare skin." '"Well, dear Miss Queenie, what difference does it make. It is after all a professional hand, and we medicos are accustomed to have no secrets kept from us." All the while his hand was roaming over the lower parts of my belly, and at last I felt his fingers passing down my thighs and pressing the lips of my cunt.

'"Oh, doctor! That's not where my liver is at all." '"True, but it is very intimately connected with it. When the liver is inactive there is always sympathetic disturbance here. Do you ever feel any unusual heat here, or anything like obstruction in the passage?" and he pushed his finger boldly into the entrance of my easily excited cunt. Then, rapidly changing his hands, he put the other which had been in his pocket on my cunt, and began to rub the clitoris and nymphae.

'"No, doctor, there is nothing wrong with me there indeed — Oh! What are you doing? You will drive me wild! You are making me so hot. Do I want anything there? — I do — Ah, you have made me so foolish, I really do not know what I am saying or doing. What do you want, ah, you know yourself. A prick? Well, a prick, if you like. Yes, of course I know you have a prick; how could you be a Prickett if you hadn't? I said, laughing at my wretched witticism. Put my hand on it? well, I will to please you. Yes it is a fair specimen of the manly organ — both stiff and long. Do ladies like that kind of prick? You know that better than I do.

Would my cunt? Yes, doctor, for however you have managed, you have set it on fire and made it glow like a furnace. I am sure you have put something into it, it burns so." '"Nonsense, child, it is the sight and feel of my prick which has made you long for a fuck; now confess, isn't that it?"

'All this time, he was most skilfully manipulating my cunt, making every nerve in and around it tingle with pleasure.

'"Yes, I am longing for a fuck — you have made me, whatever you have done; come, hurry — put it in, or you will drive me distracted," I cried, spreading my thighs, and pushing up my cunt naked and open before his face.

'"There — in with it — Hah! I have it at last — now fuck away; how grand your prick feels! It quite fills up my cunt; you doctors are great fellows, and can do just what you please with us poor women." Then pushing my hand between our bellies, I felt the root of his prick and squeezed his balls, while I threw up my legs and hammered his bottom with my heels, to force him further into my cunt, now in a state of the most ravenous excitement. He held me with a grip like iron, while he fucked away, and then with a frantic yell of delight, he poured into my cunt a torrent of his boiling injection.'

Meanwhile the dear old governor fairly quivered with emotion, as he poured his scanty discharge over my breast, where I was frigging his prick with my bubbies pressed against its sides.

He next prevailed on me to favour him with an actual fucking exhibition, while he lay concealed in my room, and Davy, my black errand boy and gardener, was fixed on as the medium.

Though called a boy, Davy was a well-grown lad of eighteen, and not at all bad-looking.

'But what if Davy should prove unwilling?' I asked.

'Oh,' he replied, 'don't trouble yourself about that; you will find him only too willing, if a woman, and that woman a lady, happens to throw herself in his way.'

'But if so,' I added, 'are we safe in trusting him?'

'You can make him safe by gaining his affection, and young fellows of his class are often more trustworthy than those from whom you might expect better things; but to make assurance doubly sure, you may threaten my displeasure; the fear of that would, I think, be sufficient to shut his mouth.'

So I consented, and arranged with the governor for him to be hiding in my room about the middle of the next day; the time when I usually took my bath and he his siesta. And through the open door, he might hear and see all that passed.

The next morning, having warned Zilla to allow no one to disturb me during my after-bath sleep, I directed Davy to gather a nice bunch of flowers and bring them to my boudoir.

Meanwhile the governor entered by the secret door, and was duly ensconced behind my bedroom door.

Soon afterwards Davy appeared, his ebony face beaming and all his ivory flashing by way of contrast, while he held a glowing bouquet in his hand. He found me loosely dressed and lying on a sofa. I said, 'Oh, Davy, I am so glad you have come as I cannot sleep for these horrid flies, lay down the bouquet on the table, take my fan there, and like a good fellow keep them off while I try to get a little rest, for I am tired and sleepy.'

Davy took the fan and kneeling on a stool at my side, with the quiet noiseless movement of his race, discharged the office thus imposed on him. While I, overpowered with heat, lay tossing about and affording him sundry peeps at my fair arms and bosom. 'Oh, Davy, I am so hot that I cannot rest, could you unfasten my belt for me? It is hooked behind,' I said, turning over on my side. With deft and ready fingers he did what I required.

'Why, Davy, one would think you were trained as a lady's maid,' I said, turning on my back and raising one of my knees.

He grinned and said with inborn gallantry that I made him very happy, and asked, could he do anything else to give me more ease. I smiled up at him, and said: 'Davy, you are a good attentive boy, and you see how much I trust you in having you by me while I sleep.'

Closing my eyes, I continued: 'Yes, there is one thing more I think you could do for me, and which I am too lazy to do myself, and that is to unbuckle my garters; they feel very tight now that I am so warm.' Davy almost bounded at the word, and quick as thought, his trembling hands were fumbling about my knees, while I pretended to be more than half asleep and totally regardless of his manoeuvres. My garters were fastened above my knees, and the heat, I suppose, had caused my thighs to swell, for he seemed to find considerable difficulty in opening the buckles; at last, and with some effort and much lifting of my skirt to see what he was doing and perhaps something more besides, he succeeded with the leg that was raised, but the other he had to lift himself to facilitate the operation. He stooped a good deal, and in raising my leg managed to separate my thighs. I was conscious that he was most intently gazing up, but I lay quite motionless, as if overpowered with sleep. Meanwhile, having removed the garters, he continued touching and softly pressing my thighs, first on the outsides and then on the inner parts, gradually lifting my dress more and more.

He now bent forward until his head was almost between my thighs, and I heard him sniffing, as if he was perceiving and enjoying that subtle perfume which exhales from the cunt of every healthy woman — no matter how cleanly she is in her habits, or how particular she may be to keep her private parts nice and sweet. I could almost hear his heart beating as his trembling fingers approached the hairy chink which was now the great object of his desire and which lay so temptingly within easy reach. At last his fingers touched the outer edges of the lips; as he perceived no shrinking from his touch, he let his hand rest lightly on the soft pouting ridges, and looking up attentively scanned the features of my face.

At first, a slight twitching at the corners of my mouth seemed to alarm him; but I quickly brought the refractory muscles under command and the symptoms of heavy sleep prevailed; so he ventured again to investigate the object of his special interest and desire. He softly pushed his fingers in between the lips, and at the same time in the gentlest manner spread my thighs a little further apart. His head bent forward as if irresistibly drawn toward the magic spot. His breath stirred the hairs that grew around it. He kissed the lips. His protruded tongue entered and played around the soft recess.

My nerves began to tingle and my clitoris to swell. To remain quiet longer was impossible — I stirred; he started up, looked caught, and seemed covered with confusion. To reassure him, I said in my blandest tones, 'Oh, Davy! I have had such a pleasant dream, I thought I was once more a child, bathing with my nurse, and that she was kissing me all over'; then glancing down, I continued; "But Davy I am sure you must have been looking at me, and touching me somewhere; did you mistake me for your sweetheart?'

'No, missy, Davy hab no sweetheart, he lub nobody but missy herself.

Oh, missy! When I take off your two garters, I force look up, and I did see something; de bery opening ob heaven did shine out between your lubly thighs. Oh, missy! It too much for poor Davy; if you no let him see day heaven again, he die, dat sure.'

'Ah, Davy, I fear you are a foolish boy; however, I would not wish you to die; yet if I let you look again, you might boast of it to somebody, and that would grieve me and make me sorry for being so kind to you and trusting you so much.'

'Sweet missy, you may trust Davy, he die sooner than make you sorry.'

'Well, then, Davy, to show you how much I trust you, you may take one peep, but only one, mind you.'

In a moment my dress was lifted up, my thighs widely separated, and Davy's head and shoulders between them. He darted on my cunt like some famished animal on its prey. He kissed its lips, and rubbed his nose in the chink between; then thrusting in his tongue he licked all the inside, and up the passage as far as he could reach.

This tasting of love, as pleasing to me as it was ravishing to him, only whetted his appetite and increased his excitement.

He looked up again, and now his eyes seemed actually ablaze with amorous fire as he exclaimed, 'Oh, missy! You have sweet cunt, as juicy as a melon and hot like a baked yam. It surely long for um friend. Oh look at um here. Darling missy, don't be angry wid poor Davy,' he pleaded as he pulled out a fine black tool of goodly size, with a full dark-coloured top, stiff and erect; and pushing it toward me, he said, 'Feel um, missy,' emboldened by the look fo interest with which he saw that I regarded it.

It throbbed as I felt it with my hand, and when my fingers closed around it, it gave a bound as if electrified by their touch.

He now leaned over me, and with a most entreating look, said, 'Darling missy, won't you let him in? he will fill you all up wid lub and delight.'

'Well, Davy, I can hardly refuse you now, as I have let you go so far; but first see that the door into the veranda is bolted securely, you need not mind my bedroom door, no one can enter by that; and now let down your pantaloons, or take them off altogether, that will be better, it is so warm. Now tuck your shirt well up, that will keep you cool.'

He obeyed with the utmost alacrity, and presented to view fine muscular legs and shapely buttocks as he stooped over me and gently drew me across the couch. I twisted my body into such a position as would afford my dear old Charlie the fullest and most exciting view of the whole transaction. I smiled towards him, as I could just distinguish his face through the slightly open door.

The room inside had been darkened for our purpose, but I could see that he was nodding approval, and rubbing up his tool with his hands.

Meanwhile Davy, having raised up my thighs, had inserted the point of his weapon in the open sheath prepared for its reception and, led on by natural instinct, was working it forward and back with both skill and effect.

Each time he drove it home, he grunted: 'Oh, missy! Oh!!' And as the feeling of pleasure grew more intense, the loudness of his tones increased until, with his eyeballs almost starting out of his head, he shouted: 'O — ah! Ah — O!' and I felt a torrent of hot sperm discharged with unusual vigour into my throbbing and swimming receptacle.

Davy desired a repetition, and was quite ready for it, too, and so was I, but my thoughts turned to my dear old Charlie. So I checked him and said: 'Not now, Davy, some other time. I will call you again; you must really put on your things now, and be off to your work; it would never do, you know, for anyone to find you here in my boudoir.'

He reluctantly obeyed, and getting into his trousers set himself to rights. I then let him kiss me, and promised to receive him soon again, on which, after a loving hug, he hastily withdrew.

I bolted the door after him, and turned to meet Charlie, who now entered, radiant with smiles and holding his prick in a state of unusual stiffness in his hand. Folding me in his arms, he thanked me for the great pleasure i had afforded him, and commended what he called my extraordinary cleverness in conducting the affair in such a natural and satisfactory manner.

I said: 'I am glad you liked it, Charlie, and I may tell you that the thought that you were looking on and enjoying it too increased my own pleasure tenfold; and I am now ready, as you see, to give this poor fellow a specially warm and lubricious reception. Look how red and swollen the lips are! And see what a lot of white oily spunk is trickling down the furrow! Now pop him in, and he will feel the welcome I have ready for him.'

He then revelled as usual in my excited and well-moistened cunt; and after a most enjoyable fuck, accompanied by expressions of fondest endearment, took his departure.