'The first thing that struck me was how shameless these girls were to one another; amidst explosive discharges and sundry sounds more loud than musical, they laughed and chatted about their sweethearts and admirers with the utmost unconcern; and secondly, from the violence with which they shot forth their evacuations, I thought how uneasy they must have felt before; and lastly, the extent to which their bottoms and cunts seemed to open surprised me not a little, while the spasmodic action of the latter reminded me of a mouth after a similar discharge.
'Ever since then, when I see young ladies sitting with their hands folded, and looking so demure as if butter would not melt in their mouths, my thoughts revert to the appearance their bottoms would present if we could witness them in the act of complying with the imperative demands of nature.
'But to return to monsieur. The first effect of his discovery was to convince him that Frances must have been the good angel that visited him in the night, and gave him such complete satisfaction. She must be, he thought to himself, the distinguished mistress of Lord Ferrars, and in his absence, she naturally turns to me for relief. Though, how she found out that my wife was not with me in bed, I cannot divine.
'His thoughts, however, were now chiefly concentrated on the possible use he could make of this discovery; for his previous enjoyment of her charms, followed by his stolen view of the whole region of love itself, had fired his imagination and stimulated his desire to the utmost degree.
'so, he only waited for a favourable opportunity to try what effect the announcement would have on Frances herself.
'His success, as I am sure you are all glad to hear, was proportionate to his ingenuity. But as Frances was the party chiefly concerned, it will be more satisfactory, I think, to leave the conclusion of that part of my narrative in her hands.
'We well therefore ask you, my pet, kindly to oblige our friends by relating how the old Gentleman very craftily but most successfully accomplished his design.'
CHAPTER 9
'Well, good friends, my interlude will not take long to dispose of, for monsieur advanced boldly to the breech (we all laughed at her attempt at a pun but she gravely went on), and by a gallant charge soon made his way into the citadel itself.
'I had remarked for some time that he was growing very kind and indulgent in his mode of imparting instruction, but latterly he had become positively insinuating. And on the very day after Lord Ferrars had spoken to me of his desire to compensate him in some way for the neglect of his wife, he made the first overt attempt.
'When our usual lesson was finished, he told me he was busy preparing a lecture on optics, and then added, "By the way, Francis" — he always called me Francis now — "do you know a very curious application might be made of the law of reflection. Suppose two privies adjoining one another had one open space below sufficiently lighted up…" then he showed the action of two mirrors placed underneath, as his lordship has described, and illustrated his meaning by a diagram which he rapidly sketched on paper. Then he asked me: "Do you understand?" '"Yes," I replied, "I know enough of science to understand that; but you surely will not introduce such an illustration as that into your lecture?" '"No, but I have carried it out in actual practice. Come, and I will show you how the principle works." 'He brought me to the privies and marked the cover as he had done for Juanita and when he had shown me how plainly the cross could be seen through the tube on his side, he put his arm round me and with a triumphant smile said, "My sweet Frances, I have seen you in there more than once, I therefore know your secret now; don't be vexed with me, for I love you with all my heart; and I have reason too, for I am certain you once came in the night and gave me delicious consolation, when madame left her own bed, I suppose, for another. You cannot deny it! Let me, my love," and he tried to kiss me.
'"Oh, no, monsieur, you are under some strange hallucination; it must have been somebody else that you saw." '"No, my pet, I saw you go in and close the door, and then your lovely bottom was fully exposed to my admiring gaze. And now, sweet Frances, tell me truly, did you not come to my bed that night? Hold up your head and answer me. Oh! what a roseate blush covers your pretty face!" '"Well, monsieur, we all feel for you; only last night Lord Ferrars spoke so kindly of you; he thinks Madame’s avowed indifference much to be blamed, and considers you worthy of a better wife." '"Lord Ferrars is both wise and good; in fact the very beau ideal of a true English nobleman — manly in bearing, off-hand in dealing and gentle and considerate manner. And as you, dear Frances, resemble him in many ways, be equally good and kind and let me feel once again your charming little nest. I know something already of its wondrous sweets, and I long to know more." He fumbled at the opening of my trousers; and I loosened them for him. "Dear girl, how soft and smooth your thighs are! Fit approach to this mossy retreat; and these soft lips, how luscious they feel!" His hand roved over all my cunt and bottom.
'"Oh, monsieur, how your fingers do stir me up! What do you want to do?" '"To fuck you, Frances," he replied, pressing hard against me, 'to put my prick into your cunt and fuck you. Take it out yourself, my love. Do you remember how you felt for it once before. You thought I was asleep, but I was fully conscious of every thrilling touch. Do it again, my love; put your hand in here, that's a darling! Kiss it for me now — how nice to feel it in your warm mouth. How deliciously your tongue moves round its head! Now take my balls in your hand, press with your fingers. Oh, there! Touch me there — push in your finger a little way — how good you are! That is very nice; oh! how you suck! Do you wish me to spend in your mouth?" '"Yes, monsieur," I replied, taking out his prick for a moment, "I want to give you all the pleasure I can; so if you like to fuck me in my mouth, you may. I will suck; you push in and out, and I will play with your balls and bottom at the same time." 'The old fellow patted my head, played with my ears an uttered encouraging terms of endearment, while I compressed my lips round his tool and moved my tongue about its swelling head. I felt it growing stiffer and larger as I went on, while he worked his loins back and forward; what surprised me in one usually so staid and correct was that he poured out, with spasmodic energy, smutty words of the most outrageous character as he became more excited: "Prick; cunt; bottom; pissing; farthing; Oh! Frances, darling! How nicely you suck my prick!
Fuck; bugger; fuck; prick; cunt; arse — oh!!" and a fair amount of thin watery spunk burst into my mouth and passed down my throat.
'"That was a delicious suck, darling Frances, you have wonderful skill and are as kind as you are skilful. I can do no more now, but tomorrow we must manage somehow to enjoy a good fuck together again." 'I promised to be ready for him, and suggested Lord Ferrars' room as the best and safest place for our rendezvous, saying, "He is very busy about his yacht now, and will probably be out all day. I will let you know, however, when the coast is quite clear." 'My lord was glad when he heard how well I had pleased old monsieur; and said, he would like to remain concealed in his room to watch the fucking scene, and listen to monsieur's smutty conversation.