Chapter Twenty-Two
The Middy's Tale
"My dear Mrs. Harper, I will gladly call you Queenie, as you wish me to.
"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 wandered over his manly frame and with, what delight I handled his noble prick and conducted it to love's retreat!
"He often lighted a number of candles so that he might view me naked. Then, with what pleasure I spread my thighs to let him see and examine all my secret charms. How willingly I turned and bent my body to let him view my cunt and bottom in different attitudes. I frigged my cunt; I frigged my arse; I piddled before him, and to please him I called it pissing. I contrived different ways of fucking, and invited him to push his prick into my cunt in the most outlandish positions I could imagine."
"Did he ever put his prick into your bottom?" I interrupted.
"Oh, yes, scores of time. But he liked me to call it arse, and to say 'Fuck my arse."
""Thus a few weeks passed away rapidly; 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 could not think of going away and leaving me. He told 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 me and enjoy me as much as ever. He was about to purchase a new yacht, and intended to engage a different crew who would not recognise me. Then he suggested my assuming a man's attire and sailing with him as a middy.
"I hesitated about the male costume, but as 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. My mother was highly pleased, and thus everything was satisfactorily arranged.
"Lord Ferrars started for London and in due course I arrived at Brighton and was met at the coach house by a smart young lady, who introduced herself as Miss Anna Simpson, the youngest daughter of Lord Ferrars' friend. We took a cab, and very 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 manners. However, they were Lord Ferrars' friends, and that was enough for me.
"Mrs. Simpson told me that she had received instructions from his lordship to provide me with a middy's unform something like that of the Royal Navy. Then 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; meanwhile I was to make myself at home, call for all I wanted, and enjoy myself in every way I could.
"Anna took me to my room and told me that they all knew about my connection with Lord Ferrars; but she said that was nothing uncommon, for nearly all the girls of her acquaintance had gentlemen friends whom they specially 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 my hand away?' she asked. 'Come, dear, don't be over-modest; I know very well that your little cunny is well used to being petted and looked at! There, let me see it. Now I 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 we often have gentlemen to supper and there's plenty of drink, and then we have no end of fun. They love to lark about with us and see our titties-and our cunts and bottoms too; we retaliate by pulling out their lopping pricks and dangling balls, and then our cunts get crammed with prick in no time. We expect such a party tonight; will you join us and share in the fun?'
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"Oh, no, Anna. I wouldn't allow any man to touch me there except Lord Ferrars. How could you let any man do things like that unless you loved him?"
"'My dear Francis, what a child you are! 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 hous; 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. 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 advice is, do not make yourself singular; enjoy life while you can. Depend on 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 often been here himself. More than once I have had him for a whole night in my arms, and I can tell you he wasn't idle there! What do you say to that? So make your mind easy on his account. Most of the gentlemen keep mistresses, more than that, many of them like now and then to change with one another, for the sake of variety."
"This extraordoinary revelation took be aback. An uneasy sensation crept over me as, for the first time I realized my position. I threw myself on the bed and sobbed aloud. Anna seemed to pity me. She put her arms around me and whispered. 'Don't fret, dear. 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 things 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 spy-holes for viewing all that passes in each apartment. We all know this very well, and none of us mind having prying eyes watching us fucking with our lovers. In fact, I enjoy a good fuck ten times better when I know that other eyes are watching.
"But perhaps, dear Queenie, I am boring you with my long recital and you don't want to hear what Anna took me to see?"
"On the contrary, I am deeply interested; in fact, you are giving me as much pleasure, darling Francis that my cunt is almost on the flow. So if you care for a suck, now's the 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."
I so managed it that as she buried her face between my drawn-up thighs her beautiful arse remained in full view through the aperture in the concealed door. This opening, though large, was covered by a tall mirror and could be moved on a sliding frame. As I looked towards it. I saw the glass noiselessly pushed to one side and the glowing head of a goodly-sized prick appear through it.
They told me afterwards that it was my husband's prick but held in the hand of Lord Ferrars. They had taken off their coats and waistcoats on account of the heat, and both stood close together intently watching us through the aperture. The exposure of our charms, and. above all. our randy talk, had excited them to the highest degree, and as their pricks became ungovernable they had to unfasten their trousers and slip them down. Then Lord Ferrars' hand found its way round Dick and took hold of his prick; and as he pressed against his naked bottom while looking over his shoulder at the exciting scene in the bathroom, his lordship's prick struggled hard to find a ledgement. What happened after that they did not say, but I fancy he succeeded.
Meanwhile Francis, in the most randy manner, wriggled her arse as she drew from me the soft effusion; at the same time I observed a gush of milky fluid spurt from the hole at the top of my husband's pleasure tube, while Lord Ferrars gave a suppressed grunt of delight.
The looking-glass was then moved back nearly to its place, and Francis and I settled ourselves on the sofa. I made her lean back with her cunt and arse well on view; she then put her hand on my cunt and continued her narrative:
"Anna first took me to a closet adjoining a room which she told me was occupied by a girl named Ellen who was considered the beauty of the party. A short time before my arrival her favourite lover, the rich old Marquis of L....had come to pay her a visit, so we might expect to see them together.
"The peephole was over a couch, so that spyers could recline as they watched what was going on inside. Anna and I lay along the couch, and telling me to look through the hole, she raised my dress behind so that she could rub her naked belly and cunt against my bottom.
"Looking in I saw that Ellen, with the exception of her silk stockings and laced sandals, was perfectly naked. Her black hair was down and flowing over her polished shoulders, and her smooth bottom, under which could be seen the pouting lips of her cunt, was turned towards me as she stooped forward in the act of sponging with water the languid tool of the most noble Marquis, who was seated astride a bidet.
"When she had carefully wiped it, he stood up while she remained on her knees, so that she might told it to her mouth. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could, while she worked his balls with one hand and tickled his bottom with the other.
"Meanwhile Anna had got her hand on my cunt, and she was now rubbing her cunt against my bottom.
"'What are they doing new? Tell me everything you see," she whispered.
"'She is petting the prick of the old Marquis and trying to put some life into it; but I don't know if she will succeed."
"'She will. She is an adept at this kind of work. She is famous for it and that's why he goes to her. How is she getting on, and what is the prick like now?'
"'It has grown bigger and stronger; she has taken it out of her mouth. Now they are going to bed. She has thrown herself on to her back and is spreading her thighs before him while he pushes a pillow under her bottom."
"Then we heard her saying: 'Now my lord, you have the choice of my cunt or my arsehole. You prefer the cunt? Then put some spittle on the head of your prick and drive it in."
"Anna's movements now became very energetic. She screwed herself against my bottom and worked her fingers in and out of my cunt, muttering:
""No doubt you prefer a prick in your cunt to my finger; or perhaps you would like it better here," inserting another finger in my bottom-hole, 'to fuck your arse; or best of all to have both together, two pricks fucking arse and cunt at one and the same time!'
"'Oh, Anna, you are driving me wild! Oh! Oh! You have made me spend!'
"'So I perceive. You have given down a lot. You're a real little devil at spending! Now, there is nothing more to see here, so I will show you another scene."
"She then took me to the room of a girl named Sarah, whom she described as the fat girl of the house. She said that younger men fancied her, for she was as strong as Diana herself. We found the same arrangement as before; but this time Anna applied her eye to the peephole and I rubbed against her bottom from behind.
"'Keep your finger in my cunt and rub your belly against my bottom, and I will describe for you all that I see. Sarah has two gallants with her this time, and all are stark naked. She is now seated on the lap of one. I am not sure whether his prick is in her cunt or her bottom, but it looks too far back for her cunt. She is wriggling her bottom so as to rub her fat buttocks against his belly while he presses and moulds her voluminous breasts. The other man stands by her side. She has one hand on his bollocks, while the other hand holds the root of his prick and directs its head to her mouth. I am sure he is enjoying his share of the transaction, for his eyes look as if they are about to start out of his head. Pinch my clitoris, Fanny! Frig my cunt! That's right," she continued. 'Now one of the men lies along the couch. She straddles over him. She has managed to stuff his prick into her cunt. Now she is quiet, with her large, fat arse jutting out. Her pink bottom-hole looks quite ready and prepared for an assault-and she will not be disappointed, for the other fellow is getting ready; he is annointing his tool and the wrinkled passage he intends to explore. How easily it slips in! How pleasant it must be to feel his belly rubbing against her soft, quivering buttocks! But with what energy she now frigs up and down! How they are all working together. Oh! Frig me, Fanny! Put your finger in my arsehole and tickle it well-I'm coming!'
"I really felt I had had enough, but this girl Anna seemed insatiable and hurried me off to another place of observation. This was the best bedroom in the establishment-that of Mrs. Simpson herself.
"This lady, who, despite her vulgarity, was much patronised by the aristocracy, laid herself out to humour and gratify all their peculiar whims and fancies. Among other modes of pandering to the tastes of her numerous customers was the supplying of young girls just entering their teens, when their cunts were sufficiently developed to take in a good-sized prick but not yet shaded or obscured by hair. In this matter, she had specially in view one of the most distinguished of her visitors, a nobleman who had for many years been an ambassador to the Grand Porte at Constantinople.
"He had there made the acquaintance of Circassian ladies, well trained and accomplished in the art of love, thought ignorant in everything else. Following the example of the opulent Turks, he secured through Mrs. Simpson a sort of harem in her house for his gratification. The girls intended for ministering to his delight, knowing the gratification it was to their lord to kiss the lips of their quims. made it a regular practice to pull out every hair as it grew so as to render the whole surface as smooth as they could continue to make.
"And, indeed, Queenie, I too, have sometimes thought what a pity it is that our cunts are so covered up! The hair indeed grows so that it never prevents a good prick rinding its way in; but for all that, I cannot but think that it would be much nicer if that part of us were as smooth and glossy as our cheeks and lips; it would be more pleasant, too, to handle them if they were free from the rough and tangled hair which hides them from view and obscures whatever beauty of form they might possess!"
"Well, my dear, what you say is very true but nature evidently intended us to go naked, for it was in that condition the first woman was presented to the first man. Now, if our cunts had no natural covering, the effect of their free exposure would be so exciting to me that they would think of nothing else."
Our ideas and arguments to tickled the fancies of our unseen observers that they both laughed aloud. Francis look aghast.
"Oh, Queenie, what is that? Somebody is watching us; have you peepholes here, too?"
Observing me smile, she said: "Why didn't you tell me? Who is it. Queenie? Oh, tell me; who has been listening?"
She was cut short by the opening of the door and the sudden entrance of Lord Ferrars and Dick, clad only in their shirts.
"We have intruded, dearest Queenie, and best loved Francis," said Lord Ferrars, in his graceful manner, "not only to answer for ourselves but to beg your kind permission to take part in this most delightful conference."
I smiled a welcome, but Francis only threw herself into my arms and buried her face in my bosom, exclaiming, in a voice broken by sobs, "Oh, Queenie, why didn't you tell me they were listening. I have spoken very foolishly and said many things I should never have done."
"Make your mind easy my sweet little pet," replied Lord Ferrars, putting her on his knee as he sat down by my side. "You did not utter one word that could offend me but a great many that proved how good and trustworthy you are. In every truth, I have never loved you more than at this moment. And now that our secret is found out, I am all the better pleased. Our noble-hearted friends here will love you, and you must do all you can to make them happy."
"That we will, dear Francis. And now let me introduce you to my husband He has not seen you in your present costume until now, and I perceive he is admiring you all over. Give him your hand, my pet."
She looked at Lord Ferrars as if for direction.
"Give it to him," he said, "and not only your hand, my love, but every other favour it is your power to bestow, for he is worthy of it-be is my best and most trusted friend."
She laid her hand in a coy manner on my husband's outstretched palm, and as he took hold of it he drew her gently towards him. She gave one wishful glance at Lord Ferrars as she slipped off his knee and yielded to Dick's embraces; but as his lordship nodded, approvingly when he saw his friend's hand gliding towards her cunt while at the same instant his own hand found a resting place between my thighs, she turned to him with a bright expression on her face and said, "He tells me to love you, Mr. Harper, and I do, for you have always been very kind to me."
Dick enfolded her in his arms as he replied, "My sweet Francis, I have always loved you for my friend's sake; now I love you for your own. But don't call me Mr. Harper any more, call be Dick; and now, my pet, we want you to please us by continuing your interesting narrative which we somewhat rudely interrupted."
"But I am sure his lordship is bored by all this talk of mine."
"On the contrary, dearest Francis. I join heartily with my friend Dick in requesting you to give as complete a narrative as you can of all your adventures. You have already told me many of them, but I would gladly hear them again in a more connected form. I know that you have been forced on several occasions to comply with the wishes of others; but, as I have often said, instead of making me love you less, I love and want you all the more. Your dear little cunt is so beautifully made that the more often it is used the more capable it is of giving the highest delight to every one who has the happiness of entering it."
"My lord, you are always kind and good. I will do the best I can to please you and these dear friends. So, to continue:
"Anna told me that being Mrs. Simpson's favourite she was the only one beside herself who was permitted to keep the key which' opened the doors of these closets, and as the mother was specially particular about this one she warned me to avoid speaking or making any noise whatsoever.
"As soon as my eyes became accustomed to the opening, which was more carefully hidden than the others.
I perceived a fine looking man negligently reclining on a broad sofa, which was plentifully furnished with soft cushions. He had nothing on but a silk dressing gown and slippers. Mrs. Simpson sat between his widely separated legs. She was fondling his prick with her hands. It seemed to be of the ordinary size, but was remarkable for the whiteness of its enfolding skin and the bright carnation tint of its glossy head. It looked soft, however, and could not stand without support. This want of stiffness she was trying to remedy by her skilful manipulation.
"But she did not trust alone to the action of her hands, for she had with her two young girls. One of these, called Haidee. was a well-formed girl of about fourteen whose cunt was fully developed but as yet unobscured by any trace of hair. This girl was seated in front of them with what little dress she had on tucked up about her waist. The other. Flora, was standing close by. Mrs. Simpson said to her. 'Come here, my pet, and sit on the arm of the sofa so that his lordship may fondle and kiss your sweet little quim."
"Flora, though younger still, was a lovely girl. She sprang on to thcsofa, and presenting her soft little cunny to his face she asked how his lordship would like to play with her.
"'Sit on the arm of the sofa and place your legs on my shoulders."
"Then he plunged his face between her thighs and sucked vigorously at the voluptuous furrow, drawing all the soft parts into his open mouth, while she put her hands on his head and played with the locks of his hair as she twisted her peach-like bottom in the most lascivious manner.
"Mrs. Simpson now redoubled her efforts to invigorate his lordship's tool, until it gradually stiffened and began to stand erect. She then asked if he would like Haidee to mount across his loins and receive his prick into her cunt while he still amused himself with the charms of the younger girl. He lazily consented and stretched himself along the sofa, drawing Flora down until her bottom rested on his face.
"Haidee then knelt over him and soon engulfed his lordship's yielding tool in her lascivious young gap. This being accomplished, she placed her hands on Flora's shoulders and worked her body slowly up and down. Meanwhile Flora was not idle; for with active loins she rubbed her moist and savoury cunt all over his lordship's mouth and nose.
"'Haidee, it is wonderful! Your cunt seems actually alive! I feel it biting and pinching my prick all round!' cried his lordship, as he reached the end of his tether.
"He arched his body under Haidee, and drawing Mrs. Simpson to his side he rammed the fingers of one hand into her capacious quim. while with the other he pinched Haidee's quivering arse until he made her bound again with a cry of mingled pain and pleasure.
"We then beat a hasty retreat, and returned to my apartment.
"My dear lord arrived in the evening, and we passed a happy night together."