'My dear Mrs Harpur, I will call you Queenie, as you wish me.
'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 wondered over his manly frame, and with what delight I handled his noble prick, and conducted it myself to love's retreat! He often lighted a number of candles that he might view me naked. Then with what pleasure I spread my thighs to allow him to see and examine all my hidden charms. How willingly I turned and bent my body to let him view my cunt and bottom in different aspects. I frigged my cunt. I piddled before him, and to please him, called it pissing; I contrived different ways of fucking, and invited him to put his prick into my cunt in the most outlandish positions I could imagine.'
'Did he ever put his prick into your bottom?'
'Oh, dear yes, scores of time; but he liked me always to call it my arse, and say: fuck my arse.'
'Thus a few weeks passed rapidly away; 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 would not think of going away and leaving me.
'He assured me, he had not intention of leaving 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 and enjoy me as much as ever; that he was purchasing a new yacht and intended to engage a different crew, who would not recognise me. Then he suggested my assuming man's attire and sailing with him as a middy.
'I hesitated about the male costume, but as, on talking it over, that 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 and bring me out in good society. She was highly pleased, and thus all was satisfactorily arranged.
'Lord Ferrars started for London, and in due course I arrived in Brighton and was met at the coach office by a smart young lady who introduced herself as Miss Anna Simpson, the youngest daughter of Lord Ferrars' friend. We took a cab and 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 manner; however, they were Lord Ferrars' friends and that was enough for me.
'Mrs Simpson told me she had instructions from his lordship to provide me with a middy's uniform, something like that of the Royal Navy, and everything necessary for a sailor's outfit; and 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 and meantime to make myself at home, call for all I wanted and enjoy myself in every way I could.
'Anna attended me to my room, and as she was a very merry girl, we had great fun together. she soon made me understand that she knew all about my connection with Lord Ferrars, but, she said, that was nothing uncommon, for nearly all the girls of her acquaintance had some gentleman friend whom they especially 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 away my hand?" she asked. "Come dear, don't be over modest — don't I know very well that your little fan is well used to being petted, and looked at, too — there — let see it; now 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," she rattled on, 'we often have gentlemen to supper, and plenty of drink, and then we have no end of fun. They love to tumble us about and see our bubbies, and our cunts and bottoms too; and then, of course, we retaliate by pulling out their lolloping pricks and dangling stones; and then we are sure to fall under them and our cunts get crammed with prick in no time. We expect such a party tonight; will you join us and share in the fun?" '"Oh, no, Anna, I would be sorry to let any man touch me there except Lord Ferras. How could you let any man make free with you in that way except you loved him.'
'"My dear Fanny, what a child you are! Nobody could get on with such a notion as that. In the words of the poet:
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
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 house; 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 and well. 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 desire is, don't make yourself singular; enjoy life while you can, and depend upon 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 been often here himself; and more than once, I have had him for a whole night in my arms, and I can tell you, he was not idle there — now, what do you say to that? — so make your mind easy on his account. Most of the gentlemen about town keep mistresses, and more than that, many of them like, now and then, to exchange with one another for the sake of variety." 'This extraordinary revelation took me aback. An uneasy sensation crept over me as I, for the first time, realised my position. I threw myself on the bed and sobbed aloud.
'Anna seemed to pity me; she put her arms round me and whispered in my ear: 'Don't fret, Fanny, you are a sweet girl — 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 funny scenes 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 spying places for viewing all that passes in each apartment. We all know this very well, and none of us minds having prying eyes watching us as we sport with our lovers, exposing our cunts and turning up our bottoms. In fact, I enjoy a good fuck ten times as well when I know that there are wistful eyes watching how I heave my rump, and hold my man as he works up and down, driving his prick into my cunt."
But perhaps, dear Queenie, I am only boring you with this long recital, and you don't care to hear a description of what Anna brought me to see.'
'On the contrary, I am deeply interested, in fact, you are giving me such pleasure, darling Frances, that my cunt is just on the flow, and if you care for a suck, now's your 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 of your quim.'
As she buried her face between my drawn-up thighs, I so managed that her beautiful arse should be in full view of the aperture in the concealed door. This opening though large was covered by a tall mirror, which could be moved on a sliding frame. As I looked toward it I saw that the glass was being noiselessly pushed to one side, until there was space enough for a large prick with a glowing head to be projected in. it was my husband's prick, but held in the hands of Lord Ferrars.
They told me afterward, that having taken off their coats and waistcoats on account of the heat, they both stood close together intently watching us through the aperture; that the full exposure of our cunts and bottoms, and above all our wanton talk, had excited them in the highest degree and, as they pressed together, their pricks became so ungovernable that they had to unfasten their trousers; that Lord Ferrars' hands found their way round him in front of Dick where they naturally encountered and took hold of his prick; that as he pressed against his naked bottom, while gazing over his shoulder at the exciting scene in the bathroom, his lordship’s prick struggled hard to find a lodgement. What happened after that, I cannot say but I fancy he succeeded.
Meanwhile, Frances in the most randy manner wriggled her arse as she drew from me the soft effusion; and at the same instant, I observed a gush of milky fluid spurt from the summit of my husband's pleasure tube, while Lord Ferrars gave a suppressed grunt of satisfaction and delight.
The looking glass was then moved back nearly to its place, and Frances and I settled ourselves on the sofa. I made her lean back with her cunt and bottom well in view; and she put her hand on my cunt as she continued her story.
'Anna first brought me to a closet adjoining a room which she told me was occupied by a girl named Ellen, who was considered the beauty of their party; that a short time before my arrival, her favourite lover, the rich old Marquis of L-, had come to pay her a visit, and had been taken as usual to her room, so we might expect to see them together.
'The peep-hole was over a couch, so that parties could recline as they watched what was going on in the room. Anna and I lay along the couch and she told me to look through; meanwhile, she raised my dress behind that she might rub her belly and cunt against my bottom.'
Here, I could not help smiling as I thought how funny it was that the very same dodge which Frances described was now being practised with regard to herself. She observed the smile, but thought it was caused by what she was doing in my cunt; so giving my clitoris an extra squeeze, she went on.
'Looking in, I perceived that Ellen, with the exception of her silk stockings and laced sandals, was perfectly naked. Her black hair was down and streamed over her polished shoulders; and her beautiful bottom, under which I could just perceive the pouting lips of her cunt, was turned toward 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.
'Then she carefully wiped it, and when he stood up, she remained on her knees that she might hold it to her mouth. She first rubbed its read about her face and over her eyes, then she took as much as she could into her mouth while she worked his balls with one hand and tickled his bottom with the other.
'Meantime, Anna got her hand on my cunt, and pressed me into her as she kept rubbing her mouth against my bottom.
'"What are they doing? Tell me everything you see," she whispered, still frigging my clitoris and pounding my bottom.
'"She is petting the prick of the old Marquis, and trying to put some life into it, but I doubt if she will succeed." '"She will, for she is quite adept at that 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 much bigger and stronger. She has taken it out of her mouth and is frigging it with her hands. Now they are going to the bed.
There, she has thrown herself on her back and is spreading her thighs before him as he pushes a pillow under her bottom."
Then, we heard her saying: "Now, my lord, here's my cunt, I will hold it open that you may see how red it is inside; and here's my bottom-hole, round and tight; you can have your choice. You prefer the cunt. I think you are wise. Put some spittle on the head of your prick, it will go in easier — now, push — drive it in. Fuck, fuck, my lord," and to stimulate him more, she continued saying with increasing emphasis: "Prick, cunt, arse, fuck, piss, fuck." To which end, his lordship responded by various grunts and moans: "Oh — eh — oh — lift your arse — pinch my prick in your cunt, eh — oh." 'Anna's movements now become very energetic. She banged herself against my bottom. She worked her finger in and out of my cunt, and muttered, "O — eugh! If it were a pri-i-c-k!' spinning out the word prick, 'to fuck your cu-n-t; or perhaps you would like it here,' inserting another finger in my bottom-hole, 'to fuck — fuck — fuck your arse; or, best of all, to have both together — two pricks fucking arse and cunt at one ant the same time."
'"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.'