Jim accordingly wrote a letter which after much consideration and various emendations was sent by a special messenger to her friend the major.
In this letter, she told him that she was staying with Dr Harpur whom he already knew, and that Lord Ferrars, whose yacht was lying in the harbour, was his guest. The yacht, she added, was in good trim and ready for a cruise, but his lordship was so taken with his friend's wife that he could not tear himself away.
She mentioned also that Lord Ferrars was accompanied by a handsome young fellow named Gipton, to whom he seemed much attached, and whom he always called 'his middy'; but that there was some mystery about him she was very desirous to have unravelled. For this Gipton had made great love to her at first, but as soon as she let him know that she was inclined to yield to his solicitation, he drew back and never availed himself of the opportunities she put in his way, which passed her comprehension. And, what was still more extraordinary, this young fellow has taken up with Dr Harpur, and they went on for all the world just like two lovers. Moreover, Lord Ferrars seems to encourage them by every means in his power.
'Altogether,' she wrote, 'the position of affairs here, though very enjoyable, is decidedly queer, and in my opinion just what would afford you a splendid field of study of human nature from the amorous point of view; and also afford you a grand opportunity for stirring up lewd thoughts and practising wanton exercises, things which you so thoroughly understand and appreciate. So come over and spy out the land. I am confident that you will be warmly welcomed as a very acceptable addition to our social party; for, when I happened to mention your name yesterday, Mrs Harpur said she had seen you more than once, and judging from your fine physique, the kind expression of your face, and the loving light in your eyes she would much like to number you among her more intimate friends. So lose no time in coming over, and bring Alick with you; ask for me, and I will introduce you both in due form. What I would suggest, is that you and Alick drive here tomorrow about twelve o'clock. The Gentlemen of our party are going in the morning to search out some wild goats, which they have heard are to be found in the neighbouring heights. The middy will be otherwise engaged. And so, Queenie and I shall be alone nearly all the day. We can therefore manage to meet you in the avenue, and then conduct you to the more sheltered part of the grounds, etc. Ever your fond and faithful "little imp, Jim.'
The major showed this epistle to his friend Alick. He was delighted with the prospect thus held out to them and they decided to accept the invitation and start early on the following morning.
At the time appointed, Jim's two friends presented themselves at the entrance gate. We met them in the avenue in our garden costume as if going for a walk; and when Jim had gone through the usual form of introduction, we offered to return with them; but they would not hear of our going back to the house of their account, and asked leave to accompany us in our walk. We consented and led them to the pleasure grounds.
Alick and I took the lead, while Jim and the major fell behind: but as we were passing near a convenient summerhouse, they suddenly disappeared, leaving us to pursue our walk by ourselves.
I must pass over the ordinary small talk we indulged in at first, during which we discussed many of the island celebrities — Alick's eyes sparkling whenever I laughed at free remarks he made respecting some of them — until I come to that more interesting part where we felt emboldened to make a decided advance to a little personal familiarity.
We had reached a garden seat in a sheltered spot and sat down to rest, wondering what had become of the major and Jim.
Alick said, with an expressive smile, 'They are old friends, you know, and are, no doubt, enjoying themselves in some comfortable nook.' I smiled in return, and complaining of the heat of the day, I tried to take off the silk shawl I had over my shoulders, but had difficulty in unloosening it at the front where it was fastened by my brooch.
Alick gallantly undertook to do it for me, and when fumbling about my throat, he cleverly managed both to press my breasts and playfully chuck me under the chin. I laughed at his awkwardness, but he only leaned more against me until his moustache brushed my cheek. I still laughed while his face flushed and, with panting effort he exclaimed, 'Dear Mrs Harpur, you are one of the most fascinating women I ever met and you are as kind as you are fascinating; the mere touch of you with my hands has agitated my whole body,' and putting his arm round my waist he pressed me to him.
'Oh, Captain Stuart! You are forgetting that I am a married woman.'
'No, my darling, but I was thinking what delight your husband must have every night when he holds you in his arms' — and he tried to kiss me.
'Oh, stop — I must run away from you, Captain Stuart; you are too demonstrative!' and struggled to free myself from his embrace, I accidentally placed my hand full on his swollen tool. I felt it bound under my touch, and as I could not affect ignorance of what it was, I withdrew my hand and exclaimed: 'Oh!'
He pressed me all the harder, and cried in the most eager and passionate tones, 'My darling, do place that dear hand there again; your delicious touch makes all the nerves in my body vibrate with pleasurable excitement,' and taking my hand, he forcibly replaced it on his prick.
'Why, Captain Stuart, what a funny man you are! What on earth good can my hand do you there?'
'Oh, don't you know? Darling, press it, rub it — stay, let me put your hand inside' — and hurriedly opening his trousers, he pushed in my hand.
'Fie! Captain Stuart, you are audacious! You mustn't hold my hand on it. You mustn't — but what a fine fellow you have!'
'Yes, let me show him to you — there — that's what you may call a prick!'
And he looked quite proud of it as it pushed up its great rosy top through the midst of my encircling fingers.
'Frig it, Queenie, fright it; I always take special delight in the favours of a married woman, for she understands and values a fine prick, and knows how to get it into working order,' and opening his trousers more, he continued, 'Put your other hand on my balls, they are worth feeling too.'
I did so, moving one hand slowly up and down the smooth shaft of his throbbing tool, and gently working and pressing his large firm stones with the other.
'Do you like it, Queenie?' he asked, as he saw me looking down with admiring glances. 'Tell me its name, dear.'
'Prick.'
'Now, tell me what you think of my prick.'
'It is a very fair specimen, Alick; just the sort of prick a woman likes to see and pet,' kissing it as I spoke.
'And, Queenie, what have you here yourself? He asked as he stooped and ran his hand up between my thighs.
'My cunt, Alick; a soft brown-haired cunt.'
'What would your cunt like my prick to do for it?'
'To get into it, Alick, and fuck it.'
'Would it be safe to fuck you here?'
'No; but there is a place not far off where we shall be quite safe and find every accommodation.'
I brought him to a small building at one corner of the garden which Dick had constructed for a smoking lounge and other luxurious purposes. It consisted of two rooms opening into another by a concealed door; and in the door was a secret spying hole which could be used from the other side, and which we often found very convenient.
In the interior room, I felt sure that, according to previous arrangement, Jim and the major were now comfortably settled, waiting to witness the performance we were going to enact, and very likely to express their sympathy by indulging in similar pastimes themselves.
Meanwhile overhead a snug little hiding place next the roof, reached from the outside, I thought it not improbable that Frances lay ensconced, in expectation of enjoying the view of both parties underneath.
As soon as Captain Stuart and I had ascended the steps and entered this retreat, he exclaimed: 'What a jolly place! So smugly furnished too!
I am so much obliged to you, Queenie, for bringing me here. Come, and sit down with me on this comfortable couch.'
'I will, but you must promise to be good and not to shock my modesty too much.'
'Very well, I will be as good as is in my nature, but let this sweet mouth answer for itself' — and taking me in his arms he placed me recumbent on the couch and deliberately pulled up my clothes.
Then, separating my thighs, he kneeled on the floor and began to kiss and suck my cunt; then growing more excited as he went on, he proceeded to kiss and suck my bottom-hole.
Every woman knows what a grand stimulant this is to her erotic feelings. So I writhed my bottom about, and spread my thighs to their widest stretch to give him freer access. At last, I could restrain myself no longer, and I cried, 'Come, Alick, you have sucked my arse long enough; the hot spend is welling in my cunt; get up, ram your prick into it and fuck me, fuck me with all the force you have.'
Alick at once obeyed, and taking off his trousers altogether, he placed the head of his prick at the mouth of my highly excited cunt and with one thrust drove it up to the hilt.
All the sensation of my body seemed now concentrated in my cunt. the introduction of a new prick of such fine proportions imparted a feeling of novelty, and the vigour and rapidity of Alick's movements caused my nerves to vibrate with emotions of unusual pleasure, while he asked at ever fresh prod, 'Do you like it, Queenie? Is your cunt enjoying my prick? Does this style of fucking please you?'
'Yes, dear Alick, you way of fucking is delightful, and your prick fills my cunt to its utmost satisfaction. Do you like to hear a woman talk lewdly when you are fucking her?'
'Oh, the lewder the better. I like to hear a woman talk lewdly at any time; but when my prick is rummaging her cunt, then it makes one almost wild with pleasure to hear her indulge freely in the most lascivious terms and expressions. So be as lewd as ever you can — now, heave your arse.' I did so, and in plunged his prick; as his balls flopped against my bottom, he cried, 'Oh! that's grand! How greedily your cunt sucks in my prick! How it clasps my prick in its hot folds! Go on, Queenie — you know how to enjoy a fuck. There — you have it! Oh!'
He sank over me with his head on my should and his prick buried in my cunt. After a moment, he raised his face and said, 'What would your husband say if he saw us now?'
'He would say: fuck away, Captain Stuart; fuck her as hard as you can, and I will hold your prick and handle your balls to urge you on; and you would soon feel his fingers round the root of your prick and touching you up behind the balls to start you afresh.'
Just the very thing I was then desiring more, for like every woman who possesses any experience in these matters, I enjoy the second fuck more than the first. I am therefore always glad when my man allows his prick to remain soaking in my cunt. And as soon as I think he has had sufficient rest, I endeavour, by the warm pressure of my cunt, lascivious heaves of my bottom, wanton touches of my fingers and, above all, by bawdy words, to resuscitate his powers and incite him to renewed enjoyment.
In this instance my efforts were speedily crowned with success; for I felt his prick stiffening in my warm sheath, as he replied, 'Why, your worthy husband resembles the major in that. He loves to handle a prick, especially when fucking. I sometimes think he has more than a woman's passion for a prick; he seems so thoroughly to enjoy holding it in his hand, frigging it and, when he gets really excited, even kissing and sucking it; and once he made me spend in his mouth, while he pressed my balls and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom just as a woman would; but oh! — the talking about it, added to your wanton play, has given me full vigour again — there he is, able for his work — now, Queenie, talk as bawdy as you please!'
'Heave your arse against me,' I said, holding him tightly in my arms, as I kissed out the words; 'Arse; prick; cunt; bollocks; arse; arse; arse.'
Then I felt a second deluge of spunk flooding my cunt and bubbling out at the sides as we sank almost lifeless in each other's arms.
We soon recovered, however, and Alick lay back on the couch to rest. I was wiping and fondling his somewhat exhausted tool when I heard a slight tapping at the door, and Jim's voice saying: 'Let me in, dear Queenie.'
I opened the door, and she entered smiling as usual. Her eyes twinkled in answer to our enquiring looks as we asked what she had done with the major.
'What have I done with the major! Just what have you been doing with one another, unless I am much mistaken. As soon as the major and I gained the shelter of your summerhouse, he induced me to kneel on the seat and present my nether beauties for his investigation, and indeed his investigation was a little rough; for he pinched and slapped my poor bottom until it smarted again; then he kissed it to make it well and rubbed his grisly beard up and down the tender furrow until my cunt became inflamed and I felt as randy as a she-cat. Then he whipped out his tool to give me ease, and after first poking my cunt, he finishes up in my bottom-hole.
'That's what I have done with him, in one sense, and in another, I am not done with him! I can tell you that he has gone to exercise his ingenuity by undertaking a course of philosophical, or rather I should say physiological, enquiry. Is not that grandly put? But it is a fact. He had just satisfied his vile propensity with me and we had scarcely put ourselves to rights, when who should appear but Mr Gipton, looking as smart and impudent as ever. We had been speaking of him before, and the major, having plied me with a variety of questions respecting his manners, habits and antecedents, and said, "From all you have told me, I perceive he is no ordinary character — in fact, he must be either a girlboy or a boy-girl, if you understand the difference. And more, he must be decidedly clever to have bamboozled your sharp wits. But rest assured, I will find out before long whether Gipton is a Mr or a Miss."
'Just then Gipton appeared and I said, "Well, here's your opportunity, I will introduce him to you, and then leave you to work out the problem together.
'They soon became great friends, and began to converse about the yacht and Lord Ferrars; so I set out to look for you.'
Jim turned to investigate the state of Alick's tool, and said, 'Ah, Queenie, just as I expected, you have squeezed every atom of starch out of this poor prick. It can only be compared to a sock taken out of the wash-tub. Reach your hand and let us try together to re-infuse some life into it.'
Meantime, I must report progress as to our other friends. But as Frances and the major favoured us with full details of all that took place between them, it will be more satisfactory to combine their account into one united narrative, and let it constitute a chapter by itself.