The Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady

Afterwards, as his body slowed its motions, the wild and manic look suffusing his countenance dimmed and he looked down on me with a look of confused worry. "Oh, my God!", he exclaimed, "Oh, Caroline, what have I done? What have I done?"

I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Effortlessly, I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him on the lips. "You have made me a woman, James, and I thank you most graciously.", I responded. We were still coupled at our loins, and James was still inside me, though not as insistently rigid as before.

"I am so sorry, child, I was so weak.", he whispered, and then began to move away.

At the first hint that he would withdraw the marvelously delightful protuberance from inside me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my legs up, throwing them around his waist and tightening them, trapping him against me. I could tell this surprised him muchly, and he desisted in leaving me. Most important of all, I could sense that his manhood, slowly softening, had begun to reinflate! "James, have you lost your mind?!", I exclaimed.

"What?", he asked, a confused look on your face.

"I have been trying for the better part of week now to get you to take me into your bed, and a devilishly hard task it has been, too! Now, after what has been the grandest experience of my life, you want to run away, and are worried that you have done something wrong? If you leave me now, only then will you have done something wrong! Now, if you please, leave off this worry about how you have wronged me, and love me again." I wiggled my hips slightly, allowing his stiffening cock a deeper seating. "At least part of your anatomy enjoyed what just happened and wants to repeat the procedure.", I giggled.

James gave a wry smile, then leaned down and kissed me gently. "Caroline, I have said it before and will say it again, you will be the death of me yet! It was not a part of my anatomy, it was the entirety of it that enjoyed it, tremendously so, and if you so desire, I will attempt the event again. Are you sure that you are all right? Often times, a young lady's first passage is somewhat painful, as her maidenhead is lost. Are you sure you wish another session?"

I decided against informing James that I had suffered that particular loss years ago, at the hands of one of my school friends using a hairbrush, and settled on a small lie. "Truth be told, James, Daisy took care of that on one of our canters one morning." Daisy is a mare that I often ride. "Now I understand why a lady is supposed to ride side-saddle." I giggled up at him, moving beneath him as he began to slowly move as well. "Please, sir, nothing would give me the greater pleasure than for you to reinforce those sentiments you expressed earlier. Were they true?"

He looked alarmed, and answered with a fierce kiss, as his amorous nature took control of his body, and he began to slowly and gently love me anew. Leaving my lips, his tongue made a tracery down my cheeks to my neck and ears, as he whispered his passion to me. "Yes, yes, yes! I love you! How can you doubt me? Though I be foresworn, I love you, I love you! You excite me beyond imagination, I could do this forever!" As I maintained my posture, my arms and legs wrapped around his body, he brought his hands between us to caress and pinch my nipples and nubbin, and I gasped with the shocks he brought to me. This course was a slower one, in which I spent much time writhing in inhuman pleasure beneath him, spending three times, each more momentous than the last, before he gave a loud groan and collapsed atop me, his hips churning as he gave forth with another blast of his seed inside of me.

Afterwards, as he breathed heavily, I gently pushed on his chest and he slipped out of me and collapsed onto his back on the bed beside him. I was relieved that his weight was now off me, though I confess that moments before I was delighted that he was weighing me down. I rolled onto my side to face him and wrapped my arms and legs around his prone form. We both needed to catch our breaths!

Then something he had said while we had made love came back to me, and I looked into his eyes with worry. "James,", I asked, "you said that you were foresworn from me? What did you mean? Is there another, a wife, perhaps?"

He looked at me curiously, then laughed. "God, no, Caroline! Nothing of the sort, just some ancient history, from my Indian days, that's all. Nothing that will affect you."

"James, everything about you affects me. I have taken you into my heart, not simply my bed. I don't understand.", I confessed.

"Well, then, I shall tell you, but it is a long tale, and one that needs brandy." He gently hugged me, then climbed from the bed, tossing aside the torn remnants of his shirt and buttoning his breeches. He went into the parlor and returned a minute later carrying a decanter of brandy and a pair of small snifters. He smiled at me, for in the interim I had kicked off my slippers and had crawled under the covers, and was attempting to repair my hair, which had become terribly disheveled while I was on my back. "Have I told you lately that you are the most beautiful woman in the world?", he asked.

I pulled the covers up and continued toying with my tresses. "You are mad, sir, I must look the positive harridan!"

"Nonsense, you look even more beautiful for loving me as you have." He set the snifters and the decanter on a nightstand, then sat down on the bed and pulled off his shoes and socks. Reaching over, he pulled my hands, still gloved, away from my head and pulled the remaining pins free, tumbling my hair to the pillows. Then he surprised me by yanking the sheets down, exposing my brazenness to his feasting eyes. "Now, if you please, finish undressing, and I will pour you a brandy and I will watch as you sip it, and the sight will revive me." I blushed, but complied with his request, removing my gloves and stockings, and lounged against his hard body wearing nothing but the diamonds.

He poured the brandy and handed me one, then took a taste from his own. He closed his eyes to savor the potent liquor, then opened them and looked at me seriously. "I apologize to you, Caroline, for my behavior earlier, when I spurned you so. Thank God that my will failed me in the end, but the fault was not yours. I knew what you had been attempting all week, but I was too weak to protest, yet also too strong to succumb. The fault was mine, not yours."

"I do not understand, James."

"As I said, it is a long story." He took another sip, then began. "As you know, back when I was just a boy, really no older than you, I ran away from the family farm and set out to see the world. My mother had remarried just after the war, so I knew it would be only a small hardship for her. Anyways, I made my way West, then worked my passage to India and decamped there. As soon as I hit the dock, I knew the place was made for me. Shortly after landing, I ran across Ahkbar, and after we freed ourselves from the local constabulary, we set out across the subcontinent. I taught him English and he taught me a half-dozen tongues, and numerous other dialects and variations."

"The constabulary?"

"Eh, oh yes, we were in jail at the time. I have said I was a scalawag, you should have believed me! Well, anyway, for the next ten years, we went everywhere, the Punjab, Bengal, Pakistan, Afghanistan, from the Indus to the Ganges and everyplace North or South, living by our wits and reflexes, and surviving on our fortune or lack thereof. It was a heady time, let me tell you, and I loved every minute of it!"

"So, why then did you come home?", I quizzed him.

A sorrowful look came across his eyes. "For the same reason that I behaved so earlier. By the time I was twenty-five or so, Ahkbar and I had landed ourselves in a small sultanate in the Vale of Kashmir, as mercenaries in the service of the Sultan. It was then that my fate befell me, and I met, saw really, a young dancing girl, about your age actually. I never did have the chance to talk to her, but our eyes met one night while she was dancing for the Sultan, and our hearts went out to one another. Ahkbar warned me not to fall in love with her, that she belonged to the Sultan, and that he would have my head for daring to do so, but I was young and impetuous and would not be denied. So finally, one night I snuck into the harem quarters, with Ahkbar guarding my back, to talk to her and carry her away."

"That sounds mad!", I exclaimed. The tortures awaiting a man caught in the harem are legendary!

"It was, I suppose. Needless to say, we were caught, and dragged before the Sultan. He was a cruel man, and insanely jealous. When the guards told him where we had been caught and the name of the dancing girl, he had her dragged before us. Then, as the guards held us captive, he tore her clothes from her and raped her before our very eyes, then stood and killed her with a jeweled dagger. It was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen, and was made all the worse since the girl was totally innocent. Then he had us taken to the dungeons, to be tortured to the death. My friend would die first, and the last thing I was to see or hear before my eyes were gouged out and my ears cut off was to be his dying screams."

I was horrified and nauseous, though I held my stomach in check by only the tiniest margin. I stiffened and recoiled from my lover's touch, and James started at this, then reached out to sooth me. "What happened next?", I asked.

"Well, since I am still here, he must have failed, eh?" He grinned as he said this. "Well, we were shuffled off to the dungeons, all right, whereupon I was shackled in a coffle of other unfortunates while Ahkbar was strung up in chains next to a red-hot brazier. You have seen the scars on his back?" I nodded, and he continued. "A most devilish torture, that. He was whipped with thin steel wires which were laid in the brazier, so that not only was his back laid open, but the hot steel would both cauterize the wound and then almost melt into the flesh, tearing it open again when drawn away. The Sultan himself supervised, as I was forced to watch and listen."

I must have looked as I felt, repulsed and sickened by the words I was hearing. "Well, that really was the worst of it, dear, the rest becomes happier, in its own ghastly way. The chains holding me to the others were very old and weak, and I was able to work them loose from the wall and free both myself and the other wretches bound there. Before they knew what had happened, we had overpowered the guards and I killed the Sultan with my bare hands. Afterwards, we cut down Ahkbar and I carried him to safety, along with a goodly portion of the Sultan's jewel chest. That's how I financed my original investments when we got back here, you see. I really am a robber-baron!" He laughed at this.

"My God, James! I don't know what to say! If I hadn't seen Ahkbar's back when you were dueling, I should call you a liar! It's the most outrageous story I have ever heard!", I exclaimed.

He nodded in agreement. "Outrageous indeed, but completely true, nonetheless."

"And that dancing girl, the one who died, she is the reason you could not come to me as I begged? I remind you of her?"

"Yes and no, Caroline, yes and no. You really aren't anything like her at all. You see, my thoughtless actions had destroyed her as surely as if I had raped her and plunged my own dagger into her breast. I swore an oath on Ahkbar's and my own blood that I would never allow myself to fall in love again, and until you came along, I had maintained myself in that fashion. That is what I meant when I said that I could not love you and that I was foresworn. It was not to any other woman, but to myself and that poor dead creature that I was promised to."

I set aside my now empty snifter and reached out to James, hugging myself to him. Tearfully, I said, "And now I am even more confused, for how can you love a woman who has made of you an oath-breaker, and yet I would not wish it any different. Oh, James, what are we to do?"

He pulled me upright and sealed his lips to mine. "Sweet Jesus, Caroline, you have made me feel more alive than at any time since then! No other woman I have met has made me feel the things you make me feel. It is as if I have woken from a years long sleep, much like Rip Van Winkle waking up to find the world has changed around him! I love you, Caroline, and can only hope that you could love an old reprobate like me a fraction of what I feel for you. For you I would break a thousand oaths!"

He kissed me again, cupping my face with his hands, and then he lowered his hands to my bosom and began taking liberties which I greedily accepted. Within minutes I found myself gasping at his touch. Pushing away, I smiled and lowered my hands to his pants, searching for the method of opening them and freeing the captive treasure within. When he moved to assist me, I demurred, saying that this was something I needed to learn, since I planned to do it frequently. James laughed at this and lay back to allow me to do my work, which I easily finished, and then I stripped him as bare as I. As I suspected, his vitality had been rejuvenated, and James' cock was pointed at the ceiling above us!

James was possessed of the most magnificent organ, one larger by far than any of Siobhan's or my playtoys. I was later to measure it surreptitiously, by gauging it against my hands and then gauging my hands against a ruler, and he was of ten inches in length and two inches in diameter, a wondrous instrument that brought me such unreal delights when he played it upon my flesh. He would acknowledge that he was above the average in such things, and only my eagerness to have it inflicted upon my person convinced him that I suffered no pain in the infliction. Beneath this magical delight hung a large and pendulous sac, which constantly regenerated his seed in such a timely fashion that he was capable of making several passages in a single session, and I always insisted that he drain himself with me however and whenever possible.

Now, my eyes delighted in the sight of his rampant manhood, and I straddled his torso much as I had witnessed others do through the looking glasses in James' secret passageway. I positioned my cunny above him and lowered myself slowly onto his sword, and it slid smoothly and tightly into my now well-oiled sheath. I moaned slightly as he filled me, my nubbin rubbing against him, and I began to practice the movements that I had witnessed and that had seemed to fill those being witnessed with such happiness. For his part, James contented himself with cupping and kneading my boobies, although he did request that I rub my nubbin so that he could see how I wished to be pleased by a man. I did so with alacrity, and so found myself bouncing madly atop him, my hands stuffed into the juncture of our loins, spending madly at his touch. Since his thirsts had been already slaked twice, this was a lengthy ride, and I was deliciously sated when my stallion finally reared up and bucked into me. Afterwards, I collapsed onto his chest, and he kissed me sweetly as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 11 - The End of My Story

I awoke the next morning in much the same condition as I had awoken the previous morning, wrapped around James with his arms wrapped around me, but with the singular distinction that now we were both naked. As before, my head was on his chest with an arm thrown across him, and one leg wrapped around his lower limbs, while his arms were around me. I found this much to my liking, and cuddled against him, feeling the animal warmth of his person as I listened to his baritone purr.

As my eyes opened, I could see that the covers had all but slipped off us in the night, and that his manhood was perfectly visible to me as he sprawled on his back on the bed. I stared at it curiously, this being the first time I had ever viewed a male organ that was not in its vibrant state. Strangely enough, it seemed rather inconsequential, and I could scarce believe that this was the same cock which had given my cunny such fierce and mighty thrusts the night before! Unlike my own privy parts, only the organ itself was hairless, as he had a thick mass of dark and curly hair surrounding it and running down between his legs to where his sac dangled, large and full.

Feeling curious and wicked, I carefully moved my hand, and extended a fingertip, touching it lightly along the shaft, and it moved slightly. With my fingertip, I stroked it as if I was holding a feather, and a feather's touch was all I gave it, yet as it moved, it seemed as if it was growing! Bolder, now, and still more curious, I ran my fingertip along the side gently, and James' shaft began to thicken and lengthen. In short order, it was of the same dimensions that had so pleased me the night before. James was still asleep, as I could feel his snores through his body, but at least a portion of him was awake.

At this point, I gingerly wrapped my small hand around the substantial shaft and began to lightly stroke it up and down. I could feel him growing in my hand even further, and James' cock became as rigid as a bar of iron. Further, the head of his organ drew forth from its cover, for James was uncircumcised, as was the fashion of the period. It was a deep purple in hue, and as I continued to slowly manipulate it, a small bead of pearlescent fluid appeared at the very tip. Mystified, I wiped the fluid up with my fingertip, then brought it to my lips. It was slightly salty and slightly sweet, but by no means of an unpleasant flavor, so I moved my hand back into position and resumed my ministrations.

I was promptly rewarded by another droplet of what I now understood to be his seed, and I stopped my motions to wipe this up as well, to lick it from my fingertip and enjoy the taste. This seemed to be a rather time consuming method of pleasuring my love, and as I could sense that his sleep was becoming progressively lighter, I decided to wake him in the nicest way I could imagine. Carefully, lest I wake him prematurely, I moved my head down his chest and stomach, to a point where my lips could partake of his seed directly. Then I stuck my tongue out to lick his droplets as I returned to pumping his piston of pleasure.

This was sufficient to generate a slow but steady trickle of his seed onto my tongue, and James began to awaken, tossing slightly on his back as he began to moan with his delight. As he awoke, I began to put more effort into my actions, not worrying anymore if he came alive, and I began to notice that James' cock began to become stiffer yet. Finally, as he moaned awaked, I felt his strong hands moving through my thick tresses, holding me in place at his loins and pushing me, in fact, closer, so I was forced to open my lips slightly and allow him to enter me. As soon as this occurred, he let out a loud groan, and his manhood became quite inflamed, expanding and pushing into my mouth, and I found myself swallowing a flood of his seed. I was forced to swallow most energetically to keep him from spewing all over my face, and I am pleased to say that I was almost completely successful in this, allowing only a trace to escape my lips.

James' cock began to shrivel back to its former size, so I licked my lips clean and turned to face him, my hand still on his loins. I could see his eyes open wide, as he looked down past the broad expanse of his muscular chest at me. I smiled. "Good morning, James."

"I should say it is, Caroline. I awoke from a most wonderful dream, only to discover it was simply wonderful, yet not a dream. I have to admit, that if I have to wake up, that is assuredly the way I wish to do so!"

I was quite flattered at his comment. "Really? I was not at all sure if I was doing it correctly. I have never before pleased a man, and I really have no idea what to do to make you happy.", I answered.