The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.3

CHAPTER 2

Knowing the dangers attending satiety, I invited Jim to come to us again, both for her gratification, and as a diversion for Lord Ferrars and my husband. But before her arrival, a strange denouement occurred which I will now proceed to relate.

Lord Ferrars was visited almost every day by a very handsome boy, dressed in naval uniform, whom he called his middy. He had beautiful violet eyes, and a profusion of flaxen curls. He generally came in the morning and remained some hours in Lord Ferrars' room, writing his letters and making up his accounts — as he told me. I took a fancy to the boy and often tried to get him to talk with me, but he seemed very shy, and evidently avoided meeting me as much as he could.

Lord Ferrars always spoke most kindly to him, and in every way treated him with marked consideration.

When I questioned him concerning this youth, he told me he had picked you up at an English seaport, and as he could keep accounts, understood the management of a yacht and had a decided taste for the sea, he retained him in his service as an attendant companion.

This explanation did not quite satisfy me, and my curiosity becoming more aroused, I set myself to probe the matter, and find out the true nature of the connection.

Besides, I was piqued at the youth's indifference to myself; it was a new sensation to me to meet one of the other sex who appeared totally unaffected by my charms; and what increased the mystery was that in spite of my admiration of his good looks, there seemed some subtle influence pervading him that repelled us mutually, just as if we were two similar poles of a magnet; and the cause, I determined to find out.

So one day, getting my husband to take Lord Ferrars out of the way about the time when the middy usually called, I opened the door for him myself, brought him into my boudoir and closed and fastened the door.

He seemed surprised, and sat down with great reluctance on the seat I offered him, looking around as if prepared to bolt at the first opportunity.

In order to set him more at his ease, I sat down beside him, and looking kindly at him, said, 'My young friend, I am so pleased with your constant attention to Lord Ferrars that I wish to know something more about yourself. First tell me how old you are, then your name and how you came to meet his lordship.

'I am seventeen years old, my name is Francis Gripton. My mother kept a lodging house in Southampton, and Lord Ferrars used to stop with her when he remained on shore. He often took me out in his yacht, and finding me useful, he asked me to enter his service.'

'You seem greatly attached to Lord Ferrars.'

His eyes flashed as he quickly replied, 'Why should I not be? He is very good to me, and to my mother also. He is constantly sending her presents.'

'I like you all the better for it; we are all fond of him here.'

A look of scorn passed over his beautiful features as he said, 'Yes, but you are a married lady, and have not any right to be thinking of Lord Ferrars; you ought to be fond only of your own husband.'

I was both surprised and amused at the earnestness of the boy, and I thought, more than ever, that there was something underlying this and I must discover what it was. So I said in my kindest manner, 'Why, Francis, you need not be angry; at all events, if you are so much attached to Lord Ferrars, you ought to be pleased at our being fond of him; and we would like to be fond of you too' — and I put my hand on his shoulder.

He drew back with a frightened air, 'Oh, please, don't trouble your head about me; I am not worth thinking about.'

'But you are, Francis, and I like you very much,' and I tried to draw him towards me.

'Please let me go, Mrs Harpur; you remind me of Potiphar's wife,' and he smiled in a curious way. 'I am not, however, going to fly from you like Joseph, but I really have duties which I must attend to.'

He arose as if to go, but I held his arm with my right hand, and passing my left down his front before he suspected my object, I pressed it between his thighs; as I expected, there was no appearance of what Shakespeare calls his codpiece there; all was smooth, with the exception of a rounded fullness, which told me how luxuriously the want was supplied by a pair of pouting lips.

'Why, Francis, you have been deceiving us all; you are a girl,' and I put my hand on her breast to make sure.

'Oh, Mrs Harpur, what shall I do? if Lord Ferrars knows that you have found me out, he will be terribly vexed. He will hate me, and perhaps leave me behind when he sails away,' and she burst into tears.

'Ah, well, don't cry, dear, I will see that he is not vexed with his little mistress — you are a brave girl — I admire you for your devotion to Lord Ferrars, and if you let me, I will love you as a sister, but you must conceal nothing from me — there must be candour on both sides, and then we shall be the best of friends; and let us begin by being mutually free with each other. Pet my fanny with your pretty little hand,' I said, lifting my dress and spreading my thighs as she pushed her hand up to my region of delight, 'and I will investigate the sweets and capacities of your own little love chink,' proceeding to unbutton her trousers and open them down the front. Inserting my fingers between the moist lips of her fat little slit, I said, 'Of course, you know this is your cunt, and you are familiar, I have no doubt, with all the terms and expressions of love.'

'Yes, I think I know them all pretty well. Lord Ferrars likes me to use them; do you like to hear them too?'

'I do, dear Francis, it not only saves trouble and beating about the bush, but I find, as most everybody does, that the free use of bawdy terms has an extraordinary effect in stirring up amorous emotions and creating sexual desire. So, let us talk freely of pricks, and cunts, and fucking, and bottoms, and arses too. Does Lord Ferrars fuck you often? And how does he like most often to do it?'

'Almost every day, and sometimes oftener. In the daytime, he is fond of having me seated on his lap; my trousers, as you perceive, are made to open in such a way that he can get his prick into my cunt without letting them down; but at night, he loves to have me quite naked, and he fucks me in every imaginable way and position, thought I think what he likes best — at least, when he is fresh — is to have my lying on him sucking his prick, while my cunt is on his mouth.'

'I know the position well, it is a general favourite. Did you ever suck a woman's cunt, Francis?'

'No, I never had the opportunity though I have often seen pictures of it, but I am quite willing to suck yours, if you like.'

'Well, we shall have a mutual suck by and by; the salty taste of a nice cunt like yours, Francis, is very pleasant. But tell me, would you be very jealous if you saw Lord Ferrars fucking me?'

'No, not now that I know you. He can't marry either of us. I once thought he might have married me' — here, her beautiful eyes became suffused with tears — 'but that,' she added, checking herself, 'was, I suppose, great presumption in me; yet it was a pleasing dream.'

'Would you mind, dear Francis, telling me how his lordship first obtained the enjoyment of your favours?'

'Not in the least, Mrs Harpur, but remember it is in strict confidence. As I told you, his lordship used to lodge in my mother's house when staying at Southampton and I often waited on him. He was very kind and gentle in his manner to em, and gave me nice presents. I liked him.

I loved him. I was then only a silly child. I allowed him to hold my hand and kiss me…One evening, we two were alone in the house; when I brought in his tea, he took me in his arms, told me that the loved me, and called me his own Fanny. He kissed me, drew me on to his knee, and put his hand under my neckerchief and felt my breast.

'This did not alarm me, for I thought it was quite en regle for a lord to marry a pretty innocent girl such as I was — most of the novels I was in the habit of reading had some such circumstance for their plot; and then, his manner was so seductive, and his touch so delightful, that I felt intoxicated by his love, and unable to oppose him as he went on from liberty to liberty until he had explored my cunt with his fingers and, having pulled up my dress and separated my thighs, was at last gazing on its virgin bottom.

'It was the first time a man had meddled with me there, and I felt as if my whole being was concentrated in that one spot. My cunt thrilled as he rubbed about the clitoris, but when he pushed his fingers up the asyetunbroken passage, I started, and exclaimed: 'Oh! my lord, what re you doing to me? I never felt like this before," and I wriggled my bottom, while the lower part of my belly and all between my thighs tingled with voluptuous heat mingled with pain.

'"Does my finger hurt you, darling?" '"It does, my lord, but I like it," spreading my thighs and turning up my bottom to him, "only it makes me feel so queer."

'"Ah, I have something here that will suit it better — look at this little plaything — put your hand on it, darling. Doesn't it feel soft and nice?" '"It does, my lord." '"Move it up and down — this way — see, that makes it grow larger. Look, how it holds up its head! Do you know what it is for?" '"No, my lord; I never saw anything like it before; what is it for?" I asked, blushing.

'"It is must made to go in here where my finger is now." '"Oh, it could not go in there — it is too big." '"Yes it could, let me try — lean back more — spread your thighs as much as you can, and lift your little bottom, that's a dear girl." 'I allowed him to place me as he wished, with my cunt turned up in the boldest manner before him; then he rubbed the head of his prick up and down the slit; you know, Mrs Harpur, what an agreeable tickling sensation that causes, especially when done for the first time, so I could not help laughing as I put down my hand to feel his prick and said,

"Oh, my lord! That is nice! You may do anything to me that you like." '"Well, my darling, I am going to push it in, very gently; it may give you a little pain at first, but once it gets in, you will have nothing but the most delightful pleasure." 'I then felt him spreading open the lips, and pushing the head of his prick against the sensitive opening at the lower end of the slit.

Something stopped it there, and he gave a sudden thrust.

'"Oh, my lord, it takes my breath." He thrust again.

'"Oh! it hurts me, but don't mind, go on, oh my! don't stop push. Oh! — it is getting in, I feel it; oh, I feel it, far up, so nice — there, it is all in," as I felt his balls press hard against my bottom.

'"My little pet, you are a brave girl, and bore that splendidly; my prick is altogether inside, and your cunt holds it delightfully; I will now move it in and out, which, you know, is called fucking — tell me if you like fucking?" '"Oh, I do, I do, my lord, I like your fucking — fuck my cunt with your prick — put your hand under my bottom." I noticed him looking down.

"Do you see it, my lord? Do you see your prick going into my cunt? Do you see it fucking?" '"I do, my love, I am watching my prick passing in and out between the hairy lips, and I can see your rosy clitoris and soft nymphae clinging round it, and pressing it most delightfully. Oh! isn't that nice, tell me how you like it." '"Yes, my lord, it is delicious — fuck me faster — smack your balls against my bottom, try and get more prick into my cunt. Oh! I don't know what is going to happen. I feel as if I were all cunt, and you were all prick.

Oh! there, there, it is over." Then he strained me in his arms. And that was my first fuck.

'Why, Francis, you have told that in the most charming way: you know what love is — you were born for it. Cupid must have had something to say to the getting of you. You are worth a score of the mawkish, halfdeadand-alive women one meets nowadays. But, let us now have a little taste of tribadism together and first let me have a good view of your little fanny, I am sure her lips must be watering after all this talk,' and I made her lie back. Then lifting her shirt, I uncovered all her smooth white belly. 'Open, love, spread wide open the book of your secret charms. What voluptuous development is here! Lord Ferrars made a wise choice in you, Francis, for here is cunt to perfection, and plenty of it. People say that little women have the largest cunts, but I never saw yours excelled by big or little. Your light hair too enables one to see more of its luxurious shape, and the extreme whiteness of your skin sets off its most lascivious lips which look as if they were just going to speak of pricks and fucking; and this clitoris shines like a piece of sensitive coral, and this crimson furrow seems the very avenue of bliss. And how moist it is! And how extremely hot inside! It makes me wish I were a man and had a prick to satisfy its cravings. However, I will do what I can with my mouth and tongue,' and stooping down, I kissed and sucked the fragrant lips.

'Dear Mrs Harpur, it is your goodness makes you praise my little fanny.

I am sure your own is much nicer — won't you get over me and let me have a suck, too.'

'I will, my pet, but not just now; I have a plan in my head: let us take a bath together, and when we are quite naked we can enjoy one another with more satisfaction. Go in there; I want to give directions to the servants, so that we may not be disturbed. You can meanwhile undress, and I will be with you in a minute.'

I then ran to the surgery, where, with my usual good fortune, I met Dick and Freddy, who had just come in.

'Hah! My lord, I have found you out; your pretty little page turns out to be a blooming mistress, and I commend your taste, for she is a choice little piece.'

'Well, Queenie, I knew it would happen sooner or later. But how does the little pet bear the discovery herself?'

'Oh, she shed tears enough when I forced her secret, but she brightened up when I promised to lover her myself and make all square with you; so you will have to be kind and indulgent; and if you don't object, she will form a very pleasant addition to our social party.'

'That is just what I was planning, my dear Queenie. I meant to offer her as a titbit to my friend dick as a small return for his kindness in the matter of his beautiful wife.'

'Right, my lord; and Dick, I promise you a treat, for she has the most charming love-trap I ever saw. She is now in my bathroom undressing. I am going back to her in a few moments, and if you and Freddy care to witness a little love-play between two womankind, you may betake yourselves to the spying place which you and Dick so cleverly contrived.'

They were both delighted with my plan, and went off to my husband's dressing-room, which opened into my bathroom by a concealed door by means of which anyone in either room could hear and see all that passed in the other.

Meanwhile I gave instructions to the servants not to admit visitors, nor allow us to be disturbed, and then hastened to rejoin Francis — or Frances — as we must now spell it. I found her undressed with the exception of her shirt; she blushed when I helped to draw it over her head, and the lovely girl stood revealed in all her naked charms.

Her shapely limbs, so smooth and glossy, shone like alabaster. Her delicious belly spread itself like a voluptuous plain between her firm strawberry-tipped bubbies and the rising mount sacred to Venus. And the mount itself, covered but not obscured by light silky hair, divided into two remarkably full and sensuous lips which curved down between her swelling thighs, while the inner furrow gleamed as a crimson streak, the rosy clitoris protruding its tiny head at the upper end.

I noticed these particulars as she stood before me helping me remove my clothes.

When all was ready we entered the bath together; and then commenced a scene of sportive play which must have displayed in fullest perfection whatever beauties or feminine charms we possessed.

The invigorating effect of the bath joined with the lascivious ideas produced by the touch and view of our naked bodies threw us both into a state of extreme amorous excitement.

So when we came out and had dried one another, with particular attention to our cunts and bottoms, I took her in my arms and turned her up on the couch. As I stooped over her with my head between her up raised thighs, she pressed me down until my cunt rested on her mouth. Then the mutual suction of our lips and the active penetration of our tongues caused us to turn and twist our bodies in all the circlings of voluptuous enjoyment. We rolled over and over, alternately taking the upper side, all the while tightly enfolded in each other's arms; until at last a copious spend subdued our excitement and cooled us down.

Then we rested, I placed Frances so that her moist and rosy quim was turned towards the concealed door, and asked her to favour me with a full account of how she came to assume man's attire, and of some adventures which she said she had encountered while endeavouring to conceal her true sex; and I added, 'Call me Queenie, like everybody else.'