Anonymous - The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.3

'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.