The major showed this epistle to his friend Alick. He was delighted with the prospect thus held out to them and they decided to accept the invitation and start early on the following morning.
At the time appointed, Jim's two friends presented themselves at the entrance gate. We met them in the avenue in our garden costume as if going for a walk; and when Jim had gone through the usual form of introduction, we offered to return with them; but they would not hear of our going back to the house of their account, and asked leave to accompany us in our walk. We consented and led them to the pleasure grounds.
Alick and I took the lead, while Jim and the major fell behind: but as we were passing near a convenient summerhouse, they suddenly disappeared, leaving us to pursue our walk by ourselves.
I must pass over the ordinary small talk we indulged in at first, during which we discussed many of the island celebrities — Alick's eyes sparkling whenever I laughed at free remarks he made respecting some of them — until I come to that more interesting part where we felt emboldened to make a decided advance to a little personal familiarity.
We had reached a garden seat in a sheltered spot and sat down to rest, wondering what had become of the major and Jim.
Alick said, with an expressive smile, 'They are old friends, you know, and are, no doubt, enjoying themselves in some comfortable nook.' I smiled in return, and complaining of the heat of the day, I tried to take off the silk shawl I had over my shoulders, but had difficulty in unloosening it at the front where it was fastened by my brooch.
Alick gallantly undertook to do it for me, and when fumbling about my throat, he cleverly managed both to press my breasts and playfully chuck me under the chin. I laughed at his awkwardness, but he only leaned more against me until his moustache brushed my cheek. I still laughed while his face flushed and, with panting effort he exclaimed, 'Dear Mrs Harpur, you are one of the most fascinating women I ever met and you are as kind as you are fascinating; the mere touch of you with my hands has agitated my whole body,' and putting his arm round my waist he pressed me to him.
'Oh, Captain Stuart! You are forgetting that I am a married woman.'
'No, my darling, but I was thinking what delight your husband must have every night when he holds you in his arms' — and he tried to kiss me.
'Oh, stop — I must run away from you, Captain Stuart; you are too demonstrative!' and struggled to free myself from his embrace, I accidentally placed my hand full on his swollen tool. I felt it bound under my touch, and as I could not affect ignorance of what it was, I withdrew my hand and exclaimed: 'Oh!'
He pressed me all the harder, and cried in the most eager and passionate tones, 'My darling, do place that dear hand there again; your delicious touch makes all the nerves in my body vibrate with pleasurable excitement,' and taking my hand, he forcibly replaced it on his prick.
'Why, Captain Stuart, what a funny man you are! What on earth good can my hand do you there?'
'Oh, don't you know? Darling, press it, rub it — stay, let me put your hand inside' — and hurriedly opening his trousers, he pushed in my hand.
'Fie! Captain Stuart, you are audacious! You mustn't hold my hand on it. You mustn't — but what a fine fellow you have!'
'Yes, let me show him to you — there — that's what you may call a prick!'
And he looked quite proud of it as it pushed up its great rosy top through the midst of my encircling fingers.
'Frig it, Queenie, fright it; I always take special delight in the favours of a married woman, for she understands and values a fine prick, and knows how to get it into working order,' and opening his trousers more, he continued, 'Put your other hand on my balls, they are worth feeling too.'
I did so, moving one hand slowly up and down the smooth shaft of his throbbing tool, and gently working and pressing his large firm stones with the other.
'Do you like it, Queenie?' he asked, as he saw me looking down with admiring glances. 'Tell me its name, dear.'
'Prick.'
'Now, tell me what you think of my prick.'
'It is a very fair specimen, Alick; just the sort of prick a woman likes to see and pet,' kissing it as I spoke.
'And, Queenie, what have you here yourself? He asked as he stooped and ran his hand up between my thighs.
'My cunt, Alick; a soft brown-haired cunt.'
'What would your cunt like my prick to do for it?'
'To get into it, Alick, and fuck it.'
'Would it be safe to fuck you here?'
'No; but there is a place not far off where we shall be quite safe and find every accommodation.'
I brought him to a small building at one corner of the garden which Dick had constructed for a smoking lounge and other luxurious purposes. It consisted of two rooms opening into another by a concealed door; and in the door was a secret spying hole which could be used from the other side, and which we often found very convenient.
In the interior room, I felt sure that, according to previous arrangement, Jim and the major were now comfortably settled, waiting to witness the performance we were going to enact, and very likely to express their sympathy by indulging in similar pastimes themselves.
Meanwhile overhead a snug little hiding place next the roof, reached from the outside, I thought it not improbable that Frances lay ensconced, in expectation of enjoying the view of both parties underneath.
As soon as Captain Stuart and I had ascended the steps and entered this retreat, he exclaimed: 'What a jolly place! So smugly furnished too!
I am so much obliged to you, Queenie, for bringing me here. Come, and sit down with me on this comfortable couch.'
'I will, but you must promise to be good and not to shock my modesty too much.'
'Very well, I will be as good as is in my nature, but let this sweet mouth answer for itself' — and taking me in his arms he placed me recumbent on the couch and deliberately pulled up my clothes.
Then, separating my thighs, he kneeled on the floor and began to kiss and suck my cunt; then growing more excited as he went on, he proceeded to kiss and suck my bottom-hole.
Every woman knows what a grand stimulant this is to her erotic feelings. So I writhed my bottom about, and spread my thighs to their widest stretch to give him freer access. At last, I could restrain myself no longer, and I cried, 'Come, Alick, you have sucked my arse long enough; the hot spend is welling in my cunt; get up, ram your prick into it and fuck me, fuck me with all the force you have.'
Alick at once obeyed, and taking off his trousers altogether, he placed the head of his prick at the mouth of my highly excited cunt and with one thrust drove it up to the hilt.
All the sensation of my body seemed now concentrated in my cunt. the introduction of a new prick of such fine proportions imparted a feeling of novelty, and the vigour and rapidity of Alick's movements caused my nerves to vibrate with emotions of unusual pleasure, while he asked at ever fresh prod, 'Do you like it, Queenie? Is your cunt enjoying my prick? Does this style of fucking please you?'
'Yes, dear Alick, you way of fucking is delightful, and your prick fills my cunt to its utmost satisfaction. Do you like to hear a woman talk lewdly when you are fucking her?'
'Oh, the lewder the better. I like to hear a woman talk lewdly at any time; but when my prick is rummaging her cunt, then it makes one almost wild with pleasure to hear her indulge freely in the most lascivious terms and expressions. So be as lewd as ever you can — now, heave your arse.' I did so, and in plunged his prick; as his balls flopped against my bottom, he cried, 'Oh! that's grand! How greedily your cunt sucks in my prick! How it clasps my prick in its hot folds! Go on, Queenie — you know how to enjoy a fuck. There — you have it! Oh!'
He sank over me with his head on my should and his prick buried in my cunt. After a moment, he raised his face and said, 'What would your husband say if he saw us now?'
'He would say: fuck away, Captain Stuart; fuck her as hard as you can, and I will hold your prick and handle your balls to urge you on; and you would soon feel his fingers round the root of your prick and touching you up behind the balls to start you afresh.'
