Anonymous - The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.3

'"Oh! Anna! You are sending me mad! There — that will do, you have made me spend twice already.'

'"So I perceive — you have given down a lot. You are the very devil at spending and your little cunt is all in a glow. We may leave this, however, there will be nothing more to see here, at least for the present.

Come, I will show you another scent." 'She then took me to the room of a girl named Sarah, whom she described as the fat girl of the house, and said that younger men fancied her, for she was strong and lusty, and was never satisfied unless her men were as lusty as herself.

'We found the same arrangement as before; but this time, she applied her eye to the peeping-place, 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, I find, has two gallants with her this time, but she is well able to cope with them both. She is now seated on the lap of one; I am not sure whether his prick is in her bottom or her cunt, but it looks too far back for her cunt. she twists about her behind so as to rub her fat buttocks against his belly, while he presses and moulds her voluminous breasts.

'The other cove stands by her side; she has one stout arm round his bottom, with her hand on his bollocks, the other 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 face is very red and his eyes look as if ready to start out of his head.

'"Now they are having a wash, and are busy sponging one another.

Pinch my clitoris, Fanny, frig — frig my cunt — right.

'"Now one of her men lies along the couch. She straddles over him. She has managed to stuff his prick up her cunt, and now she remains quiet with her great fat arse turned up as an impudent invite. Her little round pink bottom-hole looks quite ready and prepared for the assault. And she will not be disappointed. The other fellow is getting ready — he has anointed his tool and the wrinkled passage he means 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 jogs up and down! How they all work together! 'Oh, it is grand! Frig, Fanny, frig — put your finger in my arse — stir it round and round — push your cunt against my bottom. Oh! — eugh — eugh! It comes — it comes." 'I really felt I had had enough for one bout, and longed for a little rest, but this girl, Anna, seemed insatiable, and hurried me off to another place of observation. This next was the grandest bedroom in the establishment, that of Mrs Simpson herself.

'This lady, who in spite of her vulgarity was much patronised by the aristocracy, laid herself out to humour and gratify all their peculiar whims and fancies. Amongst other modes of pandering to the tastes of the numerous customers, she always had a supply of young girls just entered on their teens, when their cunts were sufficiently developed to take in a good-sized prick but were not yet shaded or obscured by hair.

'In this matter, she had especially in view one of the most refined of her visitors, a distinguished nobleman who had been for many years ambassador to the Sublime Port at Constantinople.

'He had there made the acquaintance with the Circassian ladies, well trained and accomplished in the art of love, though ignorant of everything else. Following the example of the opulent Turks, he secured by purchase a choice harem of these celebrated beauties, who are taught to consider themselves brought into the world for no other purpose than to please man and minister to his delight. These ladies, knowing the gratification it was to their lord to kiss the lips of their quims, made it a regular practice to extract every hair as it grew, so as to render the whole surface as smooth as they could contrive to make it.

'And indeed, Queenie, I too have sometimes thought what a pity it is that our cunts are so covered up. Admittedly, the hair so grows that it never prevents a good prick finding its way in, but for all that, I cannot but think that it would be a more gratifying object to look at, and to handle too, if it were free from the rough and often tangled hair which hides it from view and obscures whatever beauty of form it may possess.'

'Well, my dear, what you say is very just; but you see, nature evidently intended us to go naked; it was in that condition that 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 men that they could think of nothing else; so in mercy to them, and to save us from continual worrying, nature has so covered our cunts that although the exact shape is concealed from view in ordinary position, yet when required for use the way is plain enough, while the slight concealment imparts the additional charm of requiring some effort to gain the soft retreat; at least, that's my notion. But I am anxious to hear what you saw in Mrs Simpson's room, so pray continue your narrative.'

'I will, dear Queenie, but I want to piddle very badly — let me do that first, and then I shall be more at my ease to proceed with my stupid narration.'

'Of course, that necessity must be complied with,' I said, 'but why not say piss instead of piddle, it is shorter and simpler. I want to do something in that line myself, so after you have done, I will perform.

Here's the poe, but I want you to do it standing — so. I will hold it for you.'

I turned her in such a direction as to afford those who I knew were watching every movement, a good view of the interesting performance, and held the Poe between her legs, but below her knees, saying: 'Now, Frances, piss away.'

She stooped forward a little and immediately a clear amber stream darted from the hair-covered lips of her cunt and with a gurgling rush rattled into the utensil I held to receive it.

This diversion so tickled the fancies of our unseen observers, that they both laughed out. The flow at once stopped. Frances looked aghast.

'Oh! Queenie, what's that? Somebody is watching us; have you peep holes here?'

Observing my smile, she said, looking most reproachful, 'Why did you not tell me? Who is it, Queenie? O 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, dressed only in their shirts.

'We have intruded, dearest Queenie, and best loved Frances,' 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 Frances only threw herself into my arms, and burying her face in my bosom, exclaimed, in a voice broken by sobs: 'Oh, Queenie! — why did you not tell me — they were listening. I have spoken very foolishly and said many things I should never have uttered.'

'Make your mind easy, my sweet little pet,' replied Lord Ferrars, putting his arm around her and drawing 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 very truth, I never loved you more highly than I do at the present moment.

And now that our secret is found out, I am all the better pleased. Our noble-hearted friends here will love you and do all they can to make you happy.'

'That we will, dear Frances, 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 with it every other favour it is in your power to bestow, for he is worthy of it — he is my best loved and most trusted friend.'