But before I relate to you, my lady, what she was doing, I will endeavour to give you her portrait.
She is a lassie, then, of about eighteen years of age. To a skin of that peculiar whiteness which red-haired people nearly always possess nature had given her a shape so voluptuously formed as to enthral the senses of all who had once beheld her. Her face presented a perfect oval; the bloom of the rose glowed in her cheeks, in which, when smiling, she displayed two deep dimples. Her nose was small, slender, and slightly retrousse, her lips looked like two pieces of coral; and as for her white teeth, the seeds of the pomegranate were the only things they could be compared with. Her light blue eyes were large, melting, loving, and shaded by eyelashes perfectly black. Her eyebrows, indeed, were the same color as her hair, but beautifully arched. She wore her hair frizzled, ornamented with pale blue ribbons, and thickly powdered to conceal its colour.
Her ears we observed to be singularly small and beautiful, reminding one of the petals of a rose; a solitary brilliant (but of considerable bigness and the finest water) glittered like a dew drop in either ear. Her neck and shoulders were perfect, and her bosom large and exquisitely formed; her waist small and round, and her hips, thighs, and buttocks,prodigious! Then where before had our young gallant seen such rounded arms, or such little taper hands and feet?
"What,"I hear your ladyship exclaim, "was the naked, then?"
Yes, she was indeed, and stretching herself out wantonly on the rug before the fire frigging herself thoughtfully with her forefinger every now and then. It was evident to us all, that she was either trying to recall some delicious scene with a favorite gallant, perhaps with her first seducer; or else, that she was expecting a visit from one of the girls of the house.
Meanwhile, nothing could be finer than the sight offered to our view. One moment she would twist her legs, squeeze them together, and arch in her back; the next she would straddle wide, and display every beauty; anon, she would turn over on her belly, and move up and down on the rug, showing all her hinder beauties with great advantage.
At length the door opened, and in marched Lucy Rackett.
"Well Lucy, my pet, you're come at last, then, I couldna ken wha had kept ye sae lang. Come here, my bonnie lassie, and tip me the gamahuche, for I'm awfu randy."
"Oh. oh!" whispered M. Randall, "damme!this beats cock-fighting."
"Is she not a fine woman?" said I.
"Vastly fine," replied the Templar.
"How you say that! just as if you did not admire her at all."
"Really! is not that droll!"
"Very extraordinary indeed," put in Chloe, "seeing that all the men about town think her superb."
"Vastly strange," said I.
"What?" retorted Mr Randall.
"Why, that you should not admire her."
"I did not say so."
"Oh, what a tiresome, bantering man yon are," said I, giving him a sly pinch. "Tell me directly, do you not admire her very much?"
"Oh, tol, lol!"
"That means only a little I suppose?"
"Madam," said Mr Randall, and he looked me full in the face, "twas I who seduced her."
"Whew! the murder's out now, and l can understand it all, I suppose."
"Be so good as never to mind what you suppose, my dear Phoebe, for once in a way, but observe how these innocent lambs are disporting themselves. Let me see. this is what-the French call tribade-tribadinu, as we should say. One girl lies down, and opens her legs, another gets over her reversed and then each exercices her salacious tongue upon the cunny of the other. Happy creatures! whatthrills!what blisses! what inventions of delight! They enjoy it vastly, I dare say, but I suppose I'm not old enough to care for these extraordinary scenes. I'd rather have one good fuck with a fine woman, than all the peep holes in the world. Come, let us go."
I was vexed, you may be sure, at not seeing the finish between Lucy and Effie, for that would have been rather fine, both being such lecherous devils, but whispering to Chloe, "He seduced her!" we followed him into the parlour.
Our young gallant began drinking the wine, glass after glass, very fast, and soon became exceedingly troublesome and noisy; insomuch that we were not sorry when at last he fell dead drunk under the table.
It was now eleven o'clock, so, calling old Betty to help us, we lifted my gentleman up and put him to bed, having too much regard for him to let him return to his chambers in such a state.
As Chloe and I were going up to bed, we had a mind to see how matters were going on in Effies room; we peeped in, but all was dark. She had evidently gone to bed.
Now Chloe and I slept together, and what with the fucking we had had in the early part of the evening and the scene we had witnessed between Effie and Lucy, the devil would have it that when we came to lay down in bed, we were both tormented with such an irresistible itching in a certain part, as rendered sleep altogether out of the question.
"What shall we do?" said Chloe, "shall we frig, or shall we gamahuche?"
"Oh, I'm for the gamahuche," said I.
"With all my heart" said Chloe.
Then she jumped out of bed and lighted two wax candles, and placed them on the commode, that we might see as well as feel each other's beauties; and coming back to me, the dear girl stooped and gave me a full view of her large and beautiful bum, her cunny, and all etceteras, upon which I soon began to feed, while she, rolling her tongue first down one side of my slit and then down the other, then on the clitoris, then right inside, gave me joy inexpressible.
After exhausting ourselves with this game for nearly an hour, we at length put out the candles and fell asleep in each others arms.
Some evenings after, having nothing particular to do, I thought I would visit the other rooms, and I now sit down to conclude my letter with a faithful account of the scenes I witnessed, which I hope will edify your ladyship as much as they pleased me.
Room VII.
I beheld a stout fat man, of about sixty five years of age; and standing at a respectful distance I observed the owner of the room, Mary Crocket, a pretty lively girl of fifteen.
Her person presented nothing remarkable, it was simply a plump compact, little body, well shaped enough considering her youth. But her beauty was just of that style seen every day.
I say she stood at a respectful distance, for this man, who by his dress was a parson, was armed with a most formidable cart whip, and gave her a tremendous lash whenever she came within his reach.
But here I must digress a little, to acquaint your ladyship more particularly with this reverend gentleman.
I don't know much about such people myself, but one of my gentlemen gave me his history, and from it I gathered that his reverence was formerly what is called a port wine parson — a pluralist — holding three rich livings; very fond of hunting,very fond of a pretty wench, when he could get one, and very fond of the bottle; but growing old, and being struck with paralysis in his lower limbs, he turned vastly devout, and, not satisfied with mortifying the flesh in his own proper person, he hypocritically pretended thas it behoved him to mortify the flesh of "loose women" also, but as he could not indulge in this penchant without paying for it, the hoary old wretch handed me ten guineas every week for permission to whip my girls all round every Wednesday evening.
As he could not stand on his legs, he had himself conveyed to Leicester Fields in a sedan chair. He was then lifted on a chair hung on castors, and so wheeled from room to room. He had already visited six of them, and was now arrived at the seventh.
"What was very remarkable — or, rather, what was not at all so — he would have every girl stripped of her a cauls, her hoods, her wimples, her round tires like the moon, her rings, her jewels, and other vanities n as he called them — that is to say,they were to be quite naked, with hair flowing down their backs.