Chapter Twenty-One
The Middy
Knowing the dangers of attending satiety I invited Jan to stay with us again, both for her own gratficaton and as a diversion for Lord Ferrars and my husband. But before her arrival a strange event occurred which I will now proceed to relate.
Lord Ferrars was visited almost every day by a very handsome boy dressed in naval uniform, whom he called his Middy. He had beautiful violet eyes and a profusion of flaxen curls. He generally came in the morning and remained for some hours in Lord Ferrar's room, writing his letters and making up his accounts, as he told me. I took a fancy to the boy and often tried to get him to talk to me, but he seemed shy and evidently avoided meeting me as much as he could.
Lord Ferrars always spoke most kindly to him, and in every way treated him with marked consideration. When I questioned him concerning the youth, he told me he had picked him up at an English seaport, and as he could keep accounts and also understood the management of a yacht, he retained him in his service as an attendant companion.
This explanation did not quite satisfy me, and my curiosity becoming more aroused I decided to probe the matter and find out the true nature of the connection. Besides, I was piqued at the youth's indifference to myself. It was a new sensation for me to meet one of the other sex who appeared totally unaffected by my charms; and what increased the mystery was, that in spite of my admiration of his good looks there seemed some subtle influence that repelled us mutually. .
So, one day, getting my husband to keep Lord Ferrars out of the way about the time when the Middy usually called, I opened the door for him myself. Then, taking him into my boudoir, I closed and fastened the door. He seemed surprised, and sat down with great reluctance on the seat I offered him, looking around as if prepared to bolt at the first opportunity.
In order to set him more at ease I sat down beside him, and looking kindly at him, I said, "My young friend, I am so pleased with your constant attention to Lord Ferrars that I wish to know something more about yourself. First, tell me how old you are; then your name, and how you came to meet his lordship."
"I am seventeen years old, and my name is Francis Gipton. My mother kept a lodging house in Southampton, and Lord Ferrars used to stay with her when he remained on shore. He often took me out in his yacht, and finding me useful, he asked me to enter his service."
"You seem greatly attached to Lord Ferrars."
His eyes flashed as he quickly replied, "Why shouldn't I be? He is very good to me, and to my mother also. He is constantly sending her presents."
"I like you all the better for it. We are all fond of him here."
A look of scorn passed over his beautiful features as he said, "Yes, but you are a married lady. You have no right to be thinking of Lord Ferrars; you ought to be fond only of your own husband."
I was both surprised and amused at the earnestness of the boy and I thought: there is something underlying this. I must discover what it is. So I said in my kindest manner, "Why, Francis, you, need not be angry at all events. If you are so much attached to Lord Ferrars you ought to be pleased at our being fond of him; and we would like to be fond of you too," and I put my hand on his shoulder.
He drew back with a frightened air.
'Oh! Please don't trouble your head about me!"
"But I must, Francis. I like you very much," and tried to draw him towards me.
"Please let me go, Mrs. Harper. I really have duties which I must attend to."
He rose as if to go. But I held his arm with my right hand and passed my left down his front, and before he suspected my object I pressed it in between his thighs. As I expected, there was no appearance of what Shakespeare called his 'codpiece' there; all was smooth, with the exception of a rounded fullness which told me how luxuriously the want was supplied by a pair of pouting lips.
"Why, Francis, you have been deceiving us all-you are a girl," and I put my hand on her breasts to make sure.
"Oh! Mrs. Harper, what shall I do? If Lord Ferrars knows that you have found me out he will be terribly vexed. He will hate me, and perhaps leave me behind when he sails away," and she burst into tears.
"Don't cry, dear. I will see that he isn't angry with his little mistress. You are a brave girl. I admire you for your devotion to Lord Ferrars, and if you'll let me I will love you as a sister. You must conceal nothing from me. There must be candour on both sides, and then we shall be the best of friends. Let us begin by being mutually free with each other. Pet my cunny with your pretty little hand," I said lifting my dress, and I spread my thighs as she pushed her hand up to my moist quim. I then unbuttoned her trousers and opened them down the front. Inserting my fingers between the moist lips of her fat little quim, I asked, "Does Lord Ferrars fuck you often? And how does he like doing it most?"
"Almost every day, and sometimes oftener. In the daytime he is fond of having me seated on his lap; my trousers, as you can see, are made to open very far back, and he can get his prick into my cunt without letting them down. But at night he loves to have me stark naked, and then he fucks me in every imaginable way and position. But I think what he likes best is to have me lying on him, sucking his prick, while my cunt is on his mouth."
"I know the position qute well, it is a general favourite. Have you ever sucked a woman's cunt, Francis?"
"No, I've never had the opportunity, though I have often seen pictures of it; but I would willingly suck yours."
"Good! We will have a mutual suck by and by; the salty taste of a nice cunt like yours will, I'm sure, be very pleasant. But tell me, would you be very jealous if you saw Lord Ferrars fucking me?"
"No, not now that I know you. He cannot marry either of us. I once thought he might have married me." Here her beautiful eyes became suffuced with tears, '"but that" she added, checking herself "was, I suppose, a great presumption; yet it was a pleasant dream."
"Would you mind, dear Francis, telling me how his lordship first obtained the enjoyment of your favours?"
"Not in the least, Mrs. Harper, but remember, it is in strict confidence."
And she continued as follows:
"As I told you, his lordship used to lodge in my mother's house when staying at Southampton. I often waited on him. He was very kind and gentle in his manner to me, and gave me nice presents. I liked him and loved him. I was then only a silly child. I allowed him to hold my hand and kiss me. One evening we two were alone in the house. When I brought in his tea he took me in his arms and told me he loved me. and he called me his own Fanny. He kissed me, drew me on to his knee, and putting his hand down inside the front of my dress he felt my bosom.
"This did not alarm me, for I thought it was quite en regie for a lord to marry a pretty and innocent girl such as I was. Most of the novels I was in the habit of reading had some such circumstances for the plot; and then his manner was so seductive, and his touch so delightful, that I felt intoxicated by his love and unable to stop him as he went from one liberty to another until he had explored my cunt with his fingers.
"It was the first time that anybody had touched me there, and I felt as if my whole being we concentrated in that one spot. My cunt thrilled as he rubbed the clitoris; but when he pushed his fingers up the narrow passage, I exclaimed, 'Oh, my lord, what are you doing with me? I never felt like this before," and I wriggled my bottom; for the lower part of my belly and all between my thighs tingled with voluptuous heat mingled with pain.
"'Does my finger hurt you, darling?' he asked.
"'It does, my lord, but I like it," I replied, spreading my thighs, 'only it makes me feel so queer."
"'Ah. I have something here that will suit it better. Look at this little plaything. Put your hand on it, darling. Doesn't it feel nice?'
"'It does, my lord."
"'Move it up and down like this-it makes it grow larger. See how it holds up its head! Do you know what it is for?'
"'No, my lord. I have never seen anything like it before! What is it for?'
"'It is made to go in here where my finger is."
"Oh, it couldn't go in there-it's too big!'
"'Yes, it will; let me try. Lean back and spread your thighs as much as you can. Now lift your little bottom-that's a good girl."
"I allowed him to place me as he wished, with my cunt exposed in the boldest manner before him. Then, as he rubbed the head of his prick up and down the slit, I cried, 'Oh, my lord, that's lovely; you may do anything you like to me!'
"'Well, my darling, I am going to push it in very gently; it may give you a little pain at first, but once it gets in you will have nothing but most delighful pleasure."
"I then felt him pushing the head of his prick against the lips at the sensitive opening of my slit. Something stopped it there, and he gave a sudden thrust.
"'Oh! it hurts! But go on-oh! How it smarts!'
"it's in, darling," he said, as I felt his balls press hard against my bottom. 'You are a brave girl, my little pet, you bore that splendidly. My prick is altogether inside, and your cunt is squeezing it delightfully. I will now move it in and out and fuck you. There! isn't that nice?'
"'Yes, it is; but I don't know what is going to happen. I feel a queer sensation all over," I said, as I dissolved away. He then strained me in his arms and poured his spunk in my belly. And that was my first fuck."
"Why Francis, you have told that in the most charming way. You know what love is-you were born for it. And now let us have a little taste of tribadism together. But first let me have a good look a your little cunt. I am sure its lips must be watering after all this talk," and I made her lie back and uncovered all her smooth white belly.
"Open, dear, spread open the book of your secret charms. Lord Ferrars made a wise choice in you, Francis, for here is a cunt in perfection, and plenty of it. People say that little women have the largest cunts, but I never saw one which could excel yours. Your light hair, too, enables one to see more of its luxurious-shape and the extreme whiteness of your skin sets off the beauty of its most lascivious lips, which look as if they were going to speak of pricks and fucking; and this clitoris shines like a piece of senstitive coral, while the crimson furrow seems the very avenue of bliss! And how moist it is. and how extremely hot inside! It makes me wish I were a man and had a prick to satisfy its cravings. However, I will do what I can with, my mouth and tongue," and stooping down I kissed and sucked the pouting lips.
"Dear Mrs. Harper, it is your sweetness that makes you praise my little cunny, for I am sure your own is much nicer. Won't you get over me and let me have a suck, too?"
"I will, my pet, but not just now. Let us take a bath together, and when we are quite naked we can enjoy one another with more satisfaction. Go in there. I want to give directions to the servants so that we may not be disturbed. Meanwhile you can undress. I will be with you in a minute."
I then ran to the surgery where with my usual good fortune, I met Dick and Freddy, who had just come in.
"So, my lord, I have found you out. Your pretty little Middy turns out to be your mistress. I commend your taste, too, for she is a charming little miss."
"Well, Queenie, I knew it would happen sooner or later; but how did the little pet take the discovery?"
"Oh, she shed tears enough at first, but she brightened up when I promised to love her myself and make it all right with you. You will have to be kind and indulgent, and then, if you do not object she will make a very pleasant addition to our social party."
"That is just what I was planning in my mind; you have only anticipated me, my dear Queenie. I meant to offer her as a tit-bit to Dick, as a small return for his kindness in allowing me to freely frig, fuck and suck his beautiful wife."
"Good! As for you, Dick, I promise you a treat. She has the most charming love-trap I ever saw! She is now in my bathroom undressing. I am going back to her in a few minutes, and if you and Freddy care to witness a little love play between two women you are welcome."
They were both delighted with my suggestion and went off to my husband's dressing room which opened into my bathroom by a concealed door, and by means of which anyone in either room could hear and see all that passed in the other.
Meanwhile I gave instructions to the servants not to admit visitors nor allow us to be disturbed; and then I hastened to rejoin Francis. I found her undressed, with the exception of her chemise. She blushed when I helped to take it off so that the lovely girl stood there in all her naked beauty. Her shapely limbs, so smooth and glossy, shone like alabaster; her delicious body spread itself like a voluptuous plain between the firm, strawberry-tipped breasts and the rising mound sacred to Venus. And the mount itself, covered but not obscured by light silky hair, had below it two remarkably full and sensuous lips, as it curved down between her swelling thighs; while the innerlying furrow gleamed as a crimson streak, at the upper end of which the rosy clitoris protruded its tiny head.
I noticed these particulars as she stood before me helping to remove my clothes. When all was ready, we entered the bath together and then commenced a scene of love play which must have displayed in fullest perfection whatever beauty of feminine charm we possessed.
The invigorating effect of the bath, joined with the lascivious ideas produced by the touch and view of our naked bodies, threw us both into a state of extreme amorous excitement. So when we came out and had dried one another-with particular attention to our cunts and bottoms-I led her to the divan and told her to lie upon it. Then, as I knelt over her with my head between her raised thighs, she pulled me down until my cunt rested on her mouth. Then the mutual sucking of our lips and the attractive penetration of our tongues caused us to jerk and twist our bodies in all the throes of voluptuous enjoyment.
We rolled over and over, alternately taking the upper side and all the while tightly enfolded in each other's arms, until at last a copious spend subdued us down.
Then, as we rested, I placed Francis so that her rosy quim was turned towards the concealed door and asked her to favour me with a full account of how she came to assume a man's attire, and of some adventures which she might have encountered while endeavouring to conceal her true sex; and I added, "And call me Queenie, like everybody else."
I give in the following chapter what she related of her adventures.