The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.3

CHAPTER 1

The assiduous attention which my husband paid to his professional duties kept him much from home, and therefore the entertainment of Lord Ferrars chiefly devolved on me. Jim had returned to her mother for a time, and his lordship and I were thus left very much to ourselves.

He did not seem to regret this much, for he evidently spared himself no pains to make his company agreeable and his person acceptable to me.

He even neglected his yacht that he might more entirely devote himself to the enjoyment of my society.

My husband watched the progress of events with increasing interest.

The idea of jealousy never entered his mind, nor had I the slightest thought of concealing anything from him. In fact, he often asked me at night, when fondly playing with my cunt or when lying on my breast after one of his delightful fucks, whether his lordship had yet made any advance or attempted any freedom? From some time, I had to say: 'No, with the exception of holding my hand and pressing it whenever he can.'

'Ah, he is only waiting for a good opportunity,' he would reply, 'or perhaps, he is wishing to ingratiate himself more in your goodwill, and thus render his conquest more secure; I expect you will soon have something funny to tell me, and what a grand fuck we shall then have together when he has oiled the way and you are telling all the details.'

Accordingly I never declined to walk with Lord Ferrars alone, but on the contrary offered him every facility. Still, from some unaccountable reason, he held back. Perhaps, it was my apparent, innocence and confiding simplicity that restrained him; or rather it might have been owing to that peculiar quality in our nature which prevents our grasping at once any object of desire that appears easy of attainment, whereas opposition or difficulties in the way only serve to arouse our energies and excite our ardour to obtain speedy possession.

However, one day he asked me to join him in exploring the rocky summit of a neighbouring height. We drove as far as we could by road, and then proceeded on foot to climb the steep ascent. Of course, in the more difficult places, his lordship had to show his gallantry by affording me his ready help. And he often found it necessary to put his arm round my waist; and once, when pushing me up a steep rock, he found it needful to place his hands on my bottom. He kept them there as long as he could, and even managed to press his fingers into the furrow between my well-rounded buttocks. And I have no doubt he easily distinguished through my light dress the swelling fullness of the lips which pouted in the luxurious hollows.

I voluntarily delayed my ascent, and separated my thighs that we might both get the full benefit of his electrifying touch. When we sat down afterwards to rest on a grassy slope in a sheltered nook, he reclined at my feet; and putting his hand on my ankle, he praised my agility and said he could not help observing what a remarkably fine instep I had. I only laughed, and stretching out my foot said I saw nothing remarkable about it. He moved his hand a little higher up, and said, with a most insinuating smile, 'I am discovering fresh beauties!

What a splendid calf you have, Mrs Harpur! You ought to be a firstrate dancer, and I am sure you enjoy it very much.'

'Yes, I am very fond of dancing, especially when I have an agreeable partner.'

'How I would enjoy being that partner, for I love to have my hand on you — you are so exquisitely formed; this leg is the very perfection of beauty — it might serve as a sculptor's model.'

While saying this, his hand was playing about my knee; at last he touched my thigh above the stocking.

'Stay, my lord, are you not making a little too free?'

His hand kept pushing on and it felt hot and tremulous.

'Oh, stop — you are waxing too warm — I do like you very much, but you know, my lord, I cannot permit such a liberty as that,' and I tried to get up. He placed his right arm round my waist, and in a moment his left hand was on my cunt. it thrilled at his touch, yet to maintain appearance I said, 'My lord, take your hand away, you forget that I belong to another.'

'I don't forget it, sweet Queenie, but after the wealth of love you lavish on my friend Dick, he surely will not miss a small favour bestowed on me. besides you are just made for love — no one an come near you without getting under its influence — extend a little of your wonted kindness to me, if only for a moment — open your lovely thighs, my sweet pet — there — I knew you would be too good to refuse. How deliciously you are made! What a delightful softness! What a ravishing warmth! Lean back a little — so.'

'Oh, my lord, you frighten me — I have yielded too much — it may be very pleasant to you, but it will be ruination to me.'

'No, darling Queenie, you shall never regret your kindness to me. I will be minister to your pleasure, and at the same time will be so careful of your good name that no one shall ever suspect that anything has occurred between us.'

'Oh! how lovely you are! What a heavenly cunt! I have looked at and handled many a cunt in my day, but I never saw one as attractive as yours, Queenie; its full pouting lips push out in such an inviting manner that they seem to beg for something soft and nice to put between them. Now, I have just what they want — see here — let me introduce this poor fellow to your kind notice — put your hand upon him, Queenie, there, how proud he looks now — see how he thrusts up his rosy head between your white fingers — now place him yourself in your sweet cunt — there — ah, my love, he seems to know the way; how sweetly he passes in! Oh! Queenie, how hot your cunt feels! Tell me, does it enjoy my prick? Tell me if you like to feel it fucking you.'

'Oh! yes, I like it now — your prick does its duty well; I like to feel it fucking my cunt; do I move up to your satisfaction?'

'You do, my sweet little wagtail — you move your bottom in the most charming manner; go on talking — I love to hear you speak of your cunt and bottom, and of my prick, and to talk of fucking; but please drop the lord and call me Freddy.'

'Then push, Freddy, push home your prick — fuck my cunt, squeeze my bottom,' I replied, shoving up my cunt to meet every thrust of his prick.

He evidently had great experience in fucking. I never knew anyone fuck with such scientific deliberation. He made every stroke tell to the uttermost. He would slowly draw out his prick until the tip of the glans only rested between the lips, and then with equal deliberation drive it slowly back, making its ridge press firmly against the upper creases of my vagina as it passed into my cunt. Then when the whole length was enclosed, and my belly seemed full of it, he would gently work it about from side to side causing the big round head to rub deliciously o the sensitive mouth of my womb. In my ecstasy, I cried, 'Oh, Freddy, my darling, that is nice! Fuck me, my love, fuck me — push in your prick as far as you can into my cunt — press your hands on my bottom — Oh! how nice! Fuck; fuck.'

Panting with effort and emotion, he grunted, 'Now, Queenie, now — hold me in your arms and put both hands on my bottom — squeeze the cheeks of my arse! Oh, my love, say with me: prick; cunt; arse; pissing; fucking; prick; cunt; arse: fuck; fuck.'

We both groaned with excess of pleasure, and my cunt tingled round his palpitating tool as the life flood darted from the opposite sources of delight in reciprocating streams of unctuous spunk.

He lay back to recover breath and rest himself after his exertion; but when he saw me wiping my wet receiver with my handkerchief, he asked me to perform the same kind office for him. I willingly complied, and kneeling at his side took his soft and moistened prick into my hands and tenderly wiped it all round; then stooping forward I pressed my lips on its flowing tip.

This position elevated my posteriors, and he proceeded at once to avail himself of it. Throwing my dress over my back, he moved me towards him until my naked bum was almost opposite his face. Then, spreading my thighs, he opened the lips of my quim with his fingers, played about the clitoris, and having moistened his finger in my cunt, pushed it into my bottom-hole. I rather enjoyed this display of my posterior charms. Few women object to showing their bottom to men whom they like as they always calculate on the exciting effect of the inspection of this interesting feature. They know well that the bottom-hole is situated so close to the opening of the cunt that it is scarcely possible to look at one without seeing the other, but they consider that the fact of their being placed side by side in the region consecrated to voluptuous enjoyment is a clear intimation that nature intended them to share in those attentions which usually precede and lead up to the grand consummation itself.

So while I fondled his prick and moulded his balls, he played with the crannies and fissures of my bottom.

Then getting me to straddle directly over him, he made me stoop until my cunt rested on his mouth. All the lustful feelings of my nature now became strongly excited as I felt his warm breath blowing aside the hairs of my cunt, and his pliant tongue winding round my clitoris, playing between my nymphae and exploring the secret passage inside. But when he went on to the nether entrance, and I felt the titillation of his tongue amid its sensitive creases, the sluices of pleasure burst open and I became conscious of that melting sensation which women call spending but which is very different from the spouting flood which issues from the male organ.

'Oh, Freddy!' I cried, twisting my rump, and expanding the wrinkles on my bottom-hole to let his tongue further in, 'that is delightful! Oh! I'm coming! Freddy! I'm coming!' Taking the head and shoulders of his prick into my mouth, I sucked with all my force, twining my tongue around its indented neck and all the while, moulding his balls with one hand and frigging his arsehole with the other. The usual effect quickly followed. He began to have his loins up and down, driving his prick in and out of my mouth as if he were fucking it. His prick grew larger, stronger, and hotter; and just as I felt his open mouth in my cunt sipping up the pleasure drops that trickled down its excited folds, a torrent of hot spunk, luscious and sweet, burst into my mouth and flowed down my throat.

I sank down upon his body, and still pressing my tingling cunt on his hairy chin, muttered: 'Oh! my Freddy, that was delightful! How my bottom and cunt thrilled while you sucked them! But what a torrent of hot spunk your prick shot into my mouth! What great bollocks you have, Freddy! And how hard they grew when your prick swelled up in my mouth and tried to force itself down my throat!'

The ice was now thoroughly broken; and what between my husband at night and Lord Ferrars by day, I had as much fucking as any woman could possibly desire.

Dick seemed to love me better than ever; and no loving couple on their honeymoon ever enjoyed each other more fully than we did. Like the old governor, he seemed to have a special fancy for having me immediately after being fucked by another.

He said my cunt then felt hotter, and my whole body more springy; that I sucked on his prick with more gusto, and fucked with more animation than at other times.

Indeed I was conscious of it myself, for the feel of a different prick in my cunt just after being fucked by another was to me specially enjoyable, and I could not help showing my pleasure by increased activity in heaving up my rump, pressing and hugging with my hands and arms, and using with more unction and freedom those amorous expressions and bawdy terms which I knew from long experience were the surest provocative of sexual delight.

My husband would sometimes send me into Lord Ferrars in the early morning before any one was stirring, with express injunctions to hurry back to him as soon as his lordship had discharged in my cunt; and so entirely did he rise above the usual popular prejudice in these matters, that if the morning was dark he would even follow me to the door, and stand there wrapped in his dressing gown to enjoy hearing his wife fucked by another man. On such occasions, I would leave the door open and contrive to make my lord talk of everything so that Dick might know all that was going on and follow each step of the pleasurable race. But on one of these occasions an event happened which we did not expect.

On coming to the bedside, I slipped my hand under the clothes and felt about for his lordship's prick, saying: 'Are you awake, Freddy? Where is your prick? I can only find your bollocks.

'Here it is, my pet, I have it tucked up in my shirt to keep it safe for you.'

And throwing down the bedclothes, he added, 'Get up — lie on your back, and turn up your sweet little arse; that's the way I like best to fuck you — my prick gets further into your cunt, and my bollocks press more luxuriously on your arsehole.'

Then, getting between my thighs, with my doubled-up knees under his arms, he pressed the length of his prick along the slit of my cunt, telling me to put down my hand and pet it for a moment before he popped it in. so taking it in my hand I rubbed it between the lips and over the clitoris, as I said, 'How strong and big your prick feels tonight, Freddy; I am sure you were just longing for a fuck! And very likely dreaming about it when I came to you, were you not?'

'Well, I was, and a queer dream I had.'

'Tell it to me, dear, I love queer dreams.'

'I dreamt, Queenie, that your husband was lying in bed on his back, that you were straddled over him with your bottom toward his face and his prick was in your cunt; that I happened to come in, and you both called to me to watch you fucking; that I went up, and you at once caught hold of my prick and put it in your mouth; and that as you rose up and down over him causing his prick to slip in and out of your cunt, you moved your head over mine, making it bass in and out through your lips. But the funniest part was that my prick seemed to grow longer and longer as you sucked it, and passed down your throat into your belly, where it still went on extending, and at last made its way out through your cunt; that then your husband began to laugh, and exclaimed: "I say Ferrars, you have spitted my wife, but you must lose your penis, for I shall have to amputate it to save her life." "No, you shall not," I replied and putting down my hands, I grasped my prick, and was holding it tightly when you came in.'

'That was a funny dream; but I don't think you will ver lose your prick in that way, for even if Dick did find it in my cunt, I am sure he would not be so barbarous as to cut it off. That would be a terrible loss to you; whatever would you do without a prick to fuck with? — I don't think you would live long.' And putting down my hand, I grasped the root of his prick as its well-moistened head worked up and down in my cunt.

'Do you like that?' I asked, turning up my rump until my body was curved like a bow.

'I do, sweet pet,' he said, giving me a prod that made me feel his prick at my backbone, 'and how do you like that?'

'It is exquisite,' I replied wriggling my bottom and squeezing him in my arms.

'Oh, my love, your cunt is perfection — it takes my prick with such satisfaction and holds it with such tenacious eagerness that it doubles the pleasure of fucking. How I envy Dick having such a cunt always at his command.'

'Well, I am sure you get enough of it; if you had more you would soon grow tired of it.'

'Never my pet. I could not have too much of it,' he said, moving slowly, and evidently holding himself in check, to prolong his enjoyment; 'but what would my friend Dick say if he knew I was so favoured by his beautiful wife — I suppose he would soon turn me out of doors.'

'I am not so sure of that, Freddy; for, in the first place, he likes you very much; secondly, he has not a spark of jealousy — he has too much good sense for that; and thirdly, he likes me to be happy and enjoy myself, even as I am doing now — Oh! Freddy — now pour it into me — fill my belly with spunk — push against my bottom — fuck — fuck — cunt — fuck — fuck — fuck; now let me go — I have already stayed too long and you have had enough for one time — if you want more, come into my bathroom when I am up — so, here's a kiss, and goodbye.'

Dick took me in his arms at the door, and fairly lifted me up, as he hurried me off to bed; one of his hands all the while rummaging my cunt and bottom.

'You did that famously, Queenie,' he said, as he laid me on the bed; 'I listened to every word, and heard every stir — I could even hear the gurgling sound made by your cunt as his prick pushed in and out, and the creak of the bed every time you heaved up your bottom. Ferrars fucks judiciously; he always spares his powder, and rams home his cartridge with great deliberation. I declare, I felt strongly tempted to steal in and place my hand under your bottom and feel your cunt while he was fucking it. Would you have been very vexed if I had?'

'Not in the least, dear! Lord Ferrars is a perfect gentleman and a kind true-hearted man and he loves fucking — well, as much as you do yourself. No, I would not object at all, now that your prick is poking my cunt, so delightfully, to having his lordship down there below us and feeling his hands playing about my cunt and bottom; I think I should enjoy your fucking all the more… 'Is that you, Dick, tickling my bottom and pinching my cunt? Oh, but there is someone there — go on — it is delicious.'

'Hallo, Ferrars! Is that where you are? Hold on, my boy, you shall have her when I am done.'

'Thanks, Dick; I heard you at my door and followed you here; you are a noble-minded fellow, and have the most lovable wife that ever man was blessed with, and you are worthy of her.'

From that time on, I often got a rare pounding between the two, and was seldom fucked by one without having the prick of the other in my hand, my mouth, or somewhere else.