CHAPTER 3
'My dear Mrs Harpur, I will call you Queenie, as you wish me.
'After Lord Ferrars had taught me to know and enjoy the delights of love, I clung to him with all my heart. His image filled my soul, and devotion to him became the guiding principle of my life. How I used to long for the friendly covering of the night, when I could steal unobserved into his room! How fast the happy hours speeded by as I lay encircled in his arms! How my fond and curious hand wondered over his manly frame, and with what delight I handled his noble prick, and conducted it myself to love's retreat! He often lighted a number of candles that he might view me naked. Then with what pleasure I spread my thighs to allow him to see and examine all my hidden charms. How willingly I turned and bent my body to let him view my cunt and bottom in different aspects. I frigged my cunt. I piddled before him, and to please him, called it pissing; I contrived different ways of fucking, and invited him to put his prick into my cunt in the most outlandish positions I could imagine.'
'Did he ever put his prick into your bottom?'
'Oh, dear yes, scores of time; but he liked me always to call it my arse, and say: fuck my arse.'
'Thus a few weeks passed rapidly away; and then I fancied he was growing tired of me, for he spoke of going to sea. I burst into tears and said he did not love me, otherwise he would not think of going away and leaving me.
'He assured me, he had not intention of leaving me; that his great desire was to have me with him, and that he had been planning how he could get me away without a commotion, and then provide for my security and comfort.'
'He told me that he had a lady friend at Brighton, who would take charge of me at first, and in whose house he could see and enjoy me as much as ever; that he was purchasing a new yacht and intended to engage a different crew, who would not recognise me. Then he suggested my assuming man's attire and sailing with him as a middy.
'I hesitated about the male costume, but as, on talking it over, that it seemed the only feasible plan, I consented. So Lord Ferrars got his friend Mrs Simpson to write to my mother inviting me to pass some time with her and offering to complete my education and bring me out in good society. She was highly pleased, and thus all was satisfactorily arranged.
'Lord Ferrars started for London, and in due course I arrived in Brighton and was met at the coach office by a smart young lady who introduced herself as Miss Anna Simpson, the youngest daughter of Lord Ferrars' friend. We took a cab and shortly arrived at a quiet house in a retired street where I was cordially received by Mrs Simpson and another young lady.
'I did not fancy them much, for they seemed a good deal over dressed and not very refined in manner; however, they were Lord Ferrars' friends and that was enough for me.
'Mrs Simpson told me she had instructions from his lordship to provide me with a middy's uniform, something like that of the Royal Navy, and everything necessary for a sailor's outfit; and she handed me a letter from him in which he stated that he was detained in London, but would rejoin me at Brighton as soon as possible and meantime to make myself at home, call for all I wanted and enjoy myself in every way I could.
'Anna attended me to my room, and as she was a very merry girl, we had great fun together. she soon made me understand that she knew all about my connection with Lord Ferrars, but, she said, that was nothing uncommon, for nearly all the girls of her acquaintance had some gentleman friend whom they especially liked, and whom they often favoured by yielding to their wishes.
'While saying this, she was trying to get her hand up under my petticoats.
''Why do you push away my hand?' she asked. 'Come dear, don't be over modest — don't I know very well that your little fan is well used to being petted, and looked at, too — there — let see it; now must have a kiss — open your thighs — open more. Oh! how nice you are! No wonder, Lord Ferrars is so fond of you! Do you know,' she rattled on, 'we often have gentlemen to supper, and plenty of drink, and then we have no end of fun. They love to tumble us about and see our bubbies, and our cunts and bottoms too; and then, of course, we retaliate by pulling out their lolloping pricks and dangling stones; and then we are sure to fall under them and our cunts get crammed with prick in no time. We expect such a party tonight; will you join us and share in the fun?' ''Oh, no, Anna, I would be sorry to let any man touch me there except Lord Ferras. How could you let any man make free with you in that way except you loved him.'
''My dear Fanny, what a child you are! Nobody could get on with such a notion as that. In the words of the poet:
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
The way to enjoy life is to be free with everyone who treats you well and pays you well.
''There are two more of us in this house; we find it convenient to live with Mrs Simpson, for she is respectable, takes good care of us, manages all our business and on the whole treats us fairly and well. We all like her, and call her mother, though none of us are really related to her.
''You will only be with us for a day or two, but my desire is, don't make yourself singular; enjoy life while you can, and depend upon it. Lord Ferrars won't think the worse of you. He knows this house and the company one may expect to meet in it, for he has been often here himself; and more than once, I have had him for a whole night in my arms, and I can tell you, he was not idle there — now, what do you say to that? — so make your mind easy on his account. Most of the gentlemen about town keep mistresses, and more than that, many of them like, now and then, to exchange with one another for the sake of variety.' 'This extraordinary revelation took me aback. An uneasy sensation crept over me as I, for the first time, realised my position. I threw myself on the bed and sobbed aloud.
'Anna seemed to pity me; she put her arms round me and whispered in my ear: 'Don't fret, Fanny, you are a sweet girl — these things are perhaps strange to you, but nobody will harm you; you can do just as you please while you are here.
'Lord Ferrars warned us to treat you with every consideration, and to make you as happy as we could. He is very fond of you — so dry your tears, and come with me, I will show you some funny scenes that will amuse you and drive away those melancholy thoughts.
''We have a habit here of bringing our gentlemen visitors to our own rooms where we can have them all to ourselves. But Mrs Simpson has made spying places for viewing all that passes in each apartment. We all know this very well, and none of us minds having prying eyes watching us as we sport with our lovers, exposing our cunts and turning up our bottoms. In fact, I enjoy a good fuck ten times as well when I know that there are wistful eyes watching how I heave my rump, and hold my man as he works up and down, driving his prick into my cunt.'
But perhaps, dear Queenie, I am only boring you with this long recital, and you don't care to hear a description of what Anna brought me to see.'
'On the contrary, I am deeply interested, in fact, you are giving me such pleasure, darling Frances, that my cunt is just on the flow, and if you care for a suck, now's your time.'
'Here I am, then, dearest Queenie, draw up your legs and let me get my hands under your bottom, so that I can push my mouth well in between the moist lips of your quim.'
As she buried her face between my drawn-up thighs, I so managed that her beautiful arse should be in full view of the aperture in the concealed door. This opening though large was covered by a tall mirror, which could be moved on a sliding frame. As I looked toward it I saw that the glass was being noiselessly pushed to one side, until there was space enough for a large prick with a glowing head to be projected in. it was my husband's prick, but held in the hands of Lord Ferrars.
They told me afterward, that having taken off their coats and waistcoats on account of the heat, they both stood close together intently watching us through the aperture; that the full exposure of our cunts and bottoms, and above all our wanton talk, had excited them in the highest degree and, as they pressed together, their pricks became so ungovernable that they had to unfasten their trousers; that Lord Ferrars' hands found their way round him in front of Dick where they naturally encountered and took hold of his prick; that as he pressed against his naked bottom, while gazing over his shoulder at the exciting scene in the bathroom, his lordship’s prick struggled
