Chapter 20
Lord Ferrars
The assiduous attention which my husband paid to his professional duties kept him much away from home, and therefore the entertainment of Lord Ferrars chiefly revolved on me. Jan had returned to her mother for a while, and his lordship and I were thus left very much to ourselves.
He did not seem to regret this much, for he spared no pains to make his company acceptable to me. He even neglected his yacht so that he might more entirely devote himself to the enjoyment of my society.
My husband watched the progress of events with increasing interest. The idea of jealousy never entered his mind, nor had I the slightest thought of concealing anything from him. In fact he often asked me at night, when he was fondly playing with my cunt, or when lying on my breast after one of his delightful fucks, whether his lordship had yet made any advances or attempted any liberties. For some time I had to say, "No, with the exception of holding my hand and pressing it whenever he could."
"Ah, he is only waiting for a good opportunity," he would reply, "or perhaps he is trying to ingratiate himself more, and thus render his conquest more secure. I expect you will soon have something good to tell me; and what a grand fuck we shall have together when he has oiled the way and you are telling me all the details."
Accordingly, I never objected to walk with Lord Ferrars alone, but on the contrary offered him every facility. Still, for some unaccountable reason, he held back. Perhaps it was my apparent innocence and confiding simplicity that restrained him.
However, one day he asked me to join him in exploring the rocky summit of a neighbouring height. We drove as far as we could by road and then proceeded on foot to climb the steep ascent. Of course, in the more difficult places, his lordship had to show his gallantry by affording me his ready help, and he often found it necessary to put his arm around my waist. Once, when pushing me up a steep rock, he found it necessary to place his hands upon my bottom. He kept them there as long as possible and even managed to press his fingers into the furrow between my well-rounded buttocks. And I have no doubt he easily distinguished through my light dress the swelling fullness of the lips which pouted in that luxurious hollow. I involuntarily delayed my ascent, and separated my thighs so that we both got the full benefit of his electrifying touch.
When we sat down afterwards to rest on a grassy slope, he reclined at my feet. Putting his hand on my ankle, he praised my agility and said he could not help observing what a remarkably fine instep I had. I only laughed, and stretching out a foot I said I saw nothing remarkable about it.
He moved his hand a little higher up and said, with a most insinuating smile, "I am discovering fresh beauties! What a splendid calf you have Mrs. Harper! You should be a very good dancer, and I am sure you enjoy it very much."
"Yes, I am very fond of dancing, especially when I have an agreeable partner."
"How I would enjoy being your partner. You are so exquisitely formed. This leg is the very perfection of beauty-it might serve as a sculptor's model." While saying this his hand played about my knee; then he touched my thigh above the stocking.
"Stop, my lord, you are making a little too free!"
But his hand kept pushing on, and it felt hot and trembling.
"Oh! Stop! I do like you very much, but you know, my lord, I cannot permit such a liberty as that," and I tried to get up.
He placed his right arm round my waist, and in a moment his left hand was on my cunt. It thrilled at his touch. But to maintain appearances, I said, "My lord, take away your hand, you forget that I belong to another."
"I don't forget it, sweet Queenie, but after the wealth of love you lavish on my friend Dick he surely won't miss a small favour bestowed on me. Besides, you are just made for love. No one can come near you without getting under its influence! Extend a little of your kindness to me, if only for a moment. Open your lovely thighs, my sweet pet. There! I knew you would be too good to refuse. How deliciously you are made! What a delightful softness! What a ravishing warmth! Lean back a little-so!"
"Oh, my lord, you frighten me! I have yielded too much. It may be very pleasant for you, but it will be ruination to me."
"No, darling Queenie, you shall never regret your kindness to me. I will be so careful that no one will ever suspect anything has occurred between us."
He spread my thighs more open, lifted my dress and looked up between my legs. "Oh, how lovely you are. What a heavenly cunt! I have looked at and fondled many a cunt, but I never saw one so attractive as yours! Its full, pouting lips push out in such an inviting manner that they seem to beg for something nice to be put between them. Now, I have just what they want. Put your hand on it and place it yourself in your lovely cunt. There, my love, he seems to know the way. How sweetly he slides in. Oh, Queenie, how hot your cunt feels! Tell me, does it please your cunt? Do you like to feel it fucking you?"
"Oh, yes, my lord. Am I moving to your satisfaction?"
"You are, sweet little angel; but please drop the 'lord' and call me Freddy."
"All right, Freddy; now fuck away," I replied, shoving up my cunt to meet his thrusts.
He evidently had great experience in fucking. I never knew anyone fuck with such scientific deliberation. He made every stroke tell to the uttermost. He would slowly withdraw his prick until only the tip of the glans rested between the lips, and then, with equal deliberation, drive it slowly back, making its ridge press firmly against the upper creases of my vagina as it passed into my cunt. Then, when the whole length was enclosed and my belly seemed full of it. he would gently work it about from side to side, causing the big round head to rub deliciously on the sensitive mouth of my womb.
At last, panting with effort and emotion, he grunted, "Now, Queenie, now! Hold me tight; put both your hands on my bottom and squeeze the cheeks of my arse."
We both groaned with excess of pleasure, and my cunt tingled round his palpitating tool as the life blood darted from the opposite sources of delight in reciprocal streams of warm spunk.
He lay back to recover breath after his exertions, but when he saw me wiping my wet quim with my handkerchief he asked me to perform the same kind of office for him.
I willingly complied, and kneeling by his side, I took his softened and moistened prick in my hands and tenderly wiped it all round; then, stooping forward, I pressed my lips on its glowing tip. This position elevated my posterior and he proceeded at once to avail himself of it.
Throwing my dress over my back, he drew me towards him until my naked bum was almost opposite his face. Then, spreading my thighs, he tickled the lips of my cunny and my clitoris with his fingers; then, having moistened one of his fingers in my cunt, he pushed it into my arsehole.
I rather enjoyed this display of my posterior charms. Few women object to showing their bottoms to men whom they like, for they know the exciting effect it has upon them. They know that the arsehole is situated so close to the opening of the cunt that it is scarcely possible to look at one without seeing the other. The fact of their being placed side by side in the region consecrated to voluptuous enjoyment is, in itself, a clear intimation that nature intended them to share in those attentions which usually precede and lead up to the grand consummation itself. So, while I fondled his prick and moulded his balls, he played with the crannies and fissures of my arse and cunt.
Then, getting me to straddle directly over him, he made me stoop until my cunt rested on his mouth. All the lustful feelings of my nature now became strongly excited as I felt his warm breath blowing inside the hairs of my cunt and his pliant tongue winding round my clitoris and exploring the secret passage within. The titillation of his tongue so worked up the sensitiveness of my nature that the sluices of pleasure burst open, and I became conscious of that melting sensation which we women call spending but which, to clear up an erroneous idea amongst the stronger sex, I will explain is very different from the spouting flood which issues from the male organ.
"Oh, Freddie!" I cried, twisting my rump and wriggling it about in his grasp, "that's delightful! I'm coming!" Then, taking the head of his prick into my mouth, I sucked with all my force, and all the while moulding his balls with one hand and frigging his arse-hole with the other.
The usual effect quickly followed. He began to heave his loins up and down, driving his prick in and out of my mouth as if he was fucking it, and at last shot a torrent of spunk down my throat.
The ice was now thoroughly broken, so that between my husband at night and Lord Ferrars by day I had as much fucking as any woman could desire.
Dick seemed to love me better than ever, and no loving couple on their honeymoon ever enjoyed each other more fully than we did. Like the old governor, he seemed to have a special fancy for fucking me immediately after I had been fucked by another. He said my cunt felt even better, and that my whole body was springy, that I sucked in his prick with more gusto and fucked with more animation than at any other time.
Indeed, I was conscious of it myself; for the feel of a different prick in my cunt just after being fucked by another was to me specially enjoyable, and I could not help showing my pleasure by increased activity of my whole body and senses.
My husband would sometimes send me to Lord Ferrars in the early morning before anyone was stirring, with express instructions to hurry back to him as soon as his lordship had discharged in my cunt; and so entirely did he rise above the usual prejudice in these matters, that if the morning was dark he would even follow me to the door and stand there wrapped in his dressing gown to enjoy hearing his wife being fucked by another man. On such occasions I would leave the door open and make my lord talk of everything, so that Dick might follow each step of the pleasurable race.
But on one of these occasions an event happened which we did not expect. On reaching the bedside, while my husband stood outside the door, I slipped my hand under the clothes and felt about for his lordship's prick, saying, "Are you awake, Freddy? Where is your prick-I can only find your bollocks!"
"Here it is my pet, I have tucked it up in my shirt to keep it safe for you." And throwing down the bedclothes he added: "Get up here, and lie on your back and lift up your sweet little arse. That's the way I like to fuck you most. My prick gets further into your cunt and my bollocks press more luxuriously on your arsehole."
Then, getting between my thighs with my raised knees under his arms, he pressed the length of his prick along the slit of my cunt, telling me to put down my hand and pet it for a moment before he popped it in. So, taking it in my hands,-I rubbed it between the lips and over the clitoris as I said, "How strong and big your prick feels, Freddy! I am sure you were just longing for a fuck."
"I was, my love," he replied, then, pushing it in, he added: "and your cunt is perfection-it takes my prick and holds it with such a tenacious eagerness that it doubles the pleasures of fucking! How I envy Dick having such a cunt always at his command!"
"Well, I am sure you get enough of it; if you had more you would soon get tired of it."
"Never, my pet, I could not have too much of it," he said, moving slowly and evidently holding himself in check to prolong his enjoyment. "But what would my friend Dick have to say if he knew I was so favoured by his wife-I suppose he would turn me out?"
"I am not sure of that, Freddy. In the first place he likes you very much; secondly, he hasn't a spark of jealousy, he has too much good sense for that; and thirdly, he likes me to be happy and enjoy myself, even as I am doing now. Oh, Freddy, now pour it into me! Fill by belly with spunk! Push against my bottom! Ah ... Now I must go. I have already stayed too long, and you have had enough for a while. If you want more, come into my bathroom when I am up; so here's a kiss and goodbye for now."
Dick took me in his arms at the door, and fairly lifted me up as he hurried me off to bed, one of his hands all the while feeling my cunt and bottom.
"You did that beautifully, Queenie," he said, as he laid me on the bed. "I listened to every word and heard every movement. I could even hear the gurgling sound made by your cunt as his prick pushed in and out and the creak of the bed every time you heaved your bottom. I felt strongly tempted to creep in and put my hand under your bottom and feel your cunt while he was fucking it. Would you have been angry if I had?"
"Not in the least, dear. Lord Ferrars is a perfect gentleman and loves fucking as much as you do. I would not object, now your prick it fucking my cunt so delightfully, to having his lordship here and feeling his hands playing around my cunt and bottom. I think I would enjoy your fucking all the more. Is that you, Dick tickling my bottom and punching my cunt? Oh! It is someone else! Go on, it's delicious!"
"Is that you, Ferrars? You shall have her when I'm done."
"Thanks, Dick. I heard you outside my door and followed you here. You are a true friend, and you have the most lovable wife that ever man was blessed with!"
From that time onward I had a marvellous time between the two of them, and was seldom fucked by one without having the prick of the other in my hand, my mouth or up my arse.