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,
