Anonymous - The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.2

They gave a shout of amused delight when they saw us moving up to them as if we three, like themselves, were amalgamated into one body, nobody propelled in successive jerks by the energetic shoves delivered on Zilla's arse by my husband and myself.

Davy lost no time in laying his sweet burden down on the table by the side of his wife, but with her head in the opposite direction. Zilla put her hand approvingly on them, feeling the root of her husband's prick tightly embraced by the lips of Jim's well-satisfied cunt, said, 'Well, Miss Jim, how do you like my husband's black tool?'

'Oh, Zilla, it is grand. You are very good to lend him to me. I hope you are enjoying Mr Dick's prick yourself, and our dear Queenie is no doubt adding to your pleasure. I wish very much that she had somebody too.'

'Oh! she is very well off!' I said. 'She loves watching and feeling all your cunts, bottoms and pricks.'

But our sports were brought to an abrupt termination, for just then the night bell sounded with a sudden sharp ring and Dick had nothing for it but hastily to assume some integument, and answer the door himself.

He found several men carrying on a stretch a body which proved to be that of a Lord Ferrars, a young Englishman who had visited the islands in his yacht, and when returning on board that night had fallen off the pier, hurt his head and been nearly drowned; and his men thought the best thing they could do was to carry him at once to the house of the nearest doctor.

Dick had met this Lord Ferrars before, and rather liked him.

So when he had examined him, bound up his head and found nothing else much amiss with him, he dismissed his attendants and delivered him into my care.

We placed him in bed in the best spare room, gave him a composing draught and made him all snug for the night. Next morning he was much better, and able to get up after breakfast. He was very grateful for my husband's attention, seemed to like amazingly his present quarters, and gladly consented to remain with us until quite convalescent.

He proved to be a choice specimen of a young English nobleman, most accomplished and agreeable; and, making himself thoroughly at home, he entered readily into all our amusements and pursuits.

From the first, he paid me the most marked attention, which Dick observing, he said to me: 'why, old lass, you have gained another admirer, and if you care to have him, I don't object — for Ferrars is a right good fellow, albeit rather fond of the ladies.'

This kind treatment of my husband made all pleasant, but events arose out of it which neither of us calculated on and which changed the whole tenor of my afterlife.