CHAPTER 19
'Mrs Scratchem who in love matters was a thorough-going socialist, put her arm around Dolly's neck, kissed her and said, 'You are not at all the kind of girl I thought you were, Dolly. I admire your warm disposition, and I live you for the candour and the confidence you have reposed in me. I greatly envy the free life you lead, and if I could only see my way, I would gladly participate in some of your wanton enterprises. Are there any of your lovers to whom you would consider it safe to entrust our secret?' ''My dear Mrs Scratchem, I shall be only too happy to prepare the way for your free enjoyment of your natural gifts; and I think I know a mode of doing it without reposing too great confidence in the fidelity of anyone; for my rule is never to put more confidence than is absolutely necessary in any but a tried friend. However, my plan is simply this; come out with me occasionally in the evenings, and I will present you to some of my most select acquaintances as a visitor from the neighbouring town. If you alter your hair, darken your eyebrows, put on one of my dresses and come along with me, I will defy anyone to recognise in my friend the fashionable Mrs Scratchem; and from what you tell me of Doctor Scratchem and your agreement with him, I don't suppose he will place any obstacle in the way of your following your own inclinations.' 'Mrs Scratchem listened thoughtfully, and then replied: 'Dolly, your plan seems feasible, and it would certainly be very agreeable. When would you propose to carry it out?' ''Well, let me see. I must first prepare Mr Jones, but as he is rather a blabber-mouth, we must not let him know too much. I will only tell him you are a friend who wishes to visit me occasionally for a spree, and that you might not object to a little sport with himself, on condition of his asking no questions and being content to shut his eyes and accept what his good destiny has sent him. I could have everything settled and ready by tomorrow evening, and after dusk meet you in the grove with a bundle if the things we need and you could make the changes there and then come home with me.' 'Mrs Scratchem met Dolly at the time and place appointed, and very soon under her skilful management was transformed into a fair specimen of a country belle of the artisan class. A pair of flashy earrings and a gaudy brooch, with a few touches of rouge on her cheeks, completed the disguise.
'It was dark when they reached the house. Mr Jones met them at the entrance and received Dolly's friend — Miss Lydia Fox — with a warm welcome. Dolly had already told him of her coming to pass the evening and described her as: 'A young artless girl, inexperienced in the ways of the world, but of an amiable disposition; and what will please you more to hear, she is very amorously inclined — in fact, whenever we get together, and can conveniently manage it, we soon have a finger in each other's quim and indulge in a little bawdy chat together; so you won't find it very hard to gain her consent, but you must set to work with courage and determination.' ''Very well, Dolly,' he replied, 'where I succeeded with you, I expect I shall not fail with her.' 'So Mr Jones, thus prepared, and assuming his best manners, gallantly conducted Miss Fox into his sitting-room and complimented her on the bright tinge of her cheeks after her walk.
'Meantime Dolly got ready cakes and coffee, which she made more exhilarating by the addition of something strong, and all three became very merry together.
'In the midst of their fun Mr Harris dropped in — unexpectedly, of course — and was hailed as a welcome addition. He quickly exploited the familiar footing on which he felt himself to be by taking Dolly on his knee and pinching her soft bottom.
'She laughed, but Miss Fox blushed and cried: 'Oh! Dolly, oh!' ''Dolly is a sensible girl, Miss Fox,' said Mr Jones. 'She never objects to a bit of fun, and so we are all very fond of her. Besides I am sure she finds her seat very agreeable. I wish I could induce you to follow her example,' and he threw his arm round her.
''Oh, Mr Jones! You are forgetting yourself,' she exclaimed, trying to look grave but with a wicked twinkle in her eye. 'I am not in the habit of allowing gentlemen to make free with me in that manner.' ''Don't be foolish, Lydia. Mr Jones won't harm you.' And she pretended to give him a sly wink to go on. Mr Jones, this encouraged, not only kept his arm round Lydia but put his other hand under her bottom to lift her up.
''Oh! Mr Jones, you stop at nothing. I suppose you will be wanting to kiss me next.' ''Aye, that I will and I'll do it too' — and he boldly seized her in his arms.
She squealed out and tried to push him away.
''What fun to see Lydia kissed! Let us go and hold her, Mr Harris,' cried Dolly.
'Miss Fox did not seem very much put out by this general onslaught.
She laughed, but yet appeared to resist as strongly as she could.
However, by their joint efforts they soon had her lying on her back. As she kicked her legs about, her clothes were thrown up above her knees; still she did not mind but kicked away harder than ever. Dolly held her arms but her legs seemed the most interesting point of attack for the men; as she fought a thrilling glimpse was afforded them of a red gaping cunt propped up by a pair of gleaming white gloves. And while they tried to grasp her fleshy thighs their hands slipped along their smooth surface until they reached her fat projecting posteriors.
'Still the struggle went on, and amid shrieks of fun and laughter, her clothes were tossed higher and higher until at last the great bush of golden hair that covered her mount was brought clearly into view, together with the pouting lips below.
'Then, Dolly, with exultant laugh, cried, 'Now's your chance, Mr Jones, take a kiss from that sweet mouth which Lydia takes such pains to hide.' ''No, he mustn't,' cried Lydia, working her legs in such a way as made her cunt open out and display in the most wanton manner the pink lining of that glowing slit.
'Mr Jones said nothing, but at once pressed his head between her struggling thighs and soon had his mouth in close contact with her hairy chink.
''Now keep quiet, Lydia, and let him kiss your cunt. You always say you are delighted when I kiss and suck it, and Mr Jones will do that much more agreeably than I can.' 'Miss Fox made no reply, but as if acknowledging herself vanquished, ceased struggling and, spreading her thighs widely open, pressed up her cunt to meet Mr Jones's warm caress.
'Mr Harris, observing the turn that matters had taken, drew back from Lydia and commenced pulling up Dolly's skirts. Dolly smiled lasciviously and said to him, 'You naughty man — you are copying Mr Jones; you want to have my cunt exposed as well as Lydia's! Well, I won't prevent you, but let me place myself in a more convenient position.' And throwing herself down beside Lydia, she pulled up her petticoats, and spreading her thighs, invited Mr Harris to possess himself of her secret treasure in any way he liked.
'He was not slow in accepting her invitation, and applying his moist lips to her lecherous gap, her rolled the soft clitoris about with his pliant tongue.
'Now sounds of delicious suction were heard, and both women twisted and writhed as they pressed up their throbbing cunts against the men's mouths, while the latter embraced their soft bottoms with encircling arms.
'After enjoying this pleasing suction for a few moments, Dolly raised herself and said, 'Now, Mr Harris, you have cleared the ground, let me see what you are going to plough it with!' 'Mr Harris already had his prick out, so standing up between Dolly's thighs, he projected it toward her face. She took it in both hands, and drawing it to her mouth, first kissed and then sucked its glowing head.
'Mr Jones, taking his cue from his friend pushed up his prick toward Lydia's face to induce her to take it in her hands and apply it to her lips. But she kept on jokingly thrusting it aside and saying, 'Oh, fie, Mr Jones! How could you expect me to do such a thing — to kiss its impudent head! Oh, fie, and who can tell where it has been, or what it was doing last' — all the time rubbing it with the back of her hand and, unintentionally as it was, giving the most wanton and exciting touches.
''I can tell you. The last place it was in was Dolly's cunt; and Dolly's cunt sucked it clean and nice. There's no cunt like hers!' 'Dolly laughed: 'Well, you men are often the greatest fools. Don't you know that the cunts of women who have been often fucked are more or less alike.''
Lord Ferrars' luscious story, told with such consummate grace and skill, produced the full effect; every cunt was now gaping with desire and every prick swelling with eagerness and power. A general melee followed and each, adopting their own fancy or whim, obtained the desired gratification.
Before we separated, I got Lord Ferrars to promise to give us a further account of his aunt, Lady Flora, and especially a description of his own amour under her auspices with a certain young lady named Clara Alcock.
And as the major and Alick had consented to come to us again next week, we hoped for an early opportunity of hearing the continuation of Lord Ferrars' pleasing narrative.
