The Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady

James smiled again and rubbed my back and head lovingly. "I know that, and love you for it, but I can barely believe it. You provide me pleasures that far older and more practiced ladies have seldom provided. If I did not know your innocence, I would proclaim it false. That was wonderful, dear."

I sighed in relief. I had been rather nervous about the attempt and told him so. "Please, sir, could you allow me to do it again, and this time tell me what pleases you?" As I asked this I could feel him filling my small hand to overflowing again. "I wish for nothing more than the chance to please you, and wish to learn every method by which this might be accomplished."

James gave me an odd look and said, "Well, as you wish, child, but I should think you would wish me to pleasure you as well?"

"Thank you, sir, but I think I should prefer what just occurred for the time being." So saying I turned away from his face and moved my head back to the juncture of his legs. This time I immediately opened my mouth as wide as possible and took his manly organ between my lips, pushing my face forward until as much as possible, several inches at least, were inside. James at once gave out with a small moan of delight and his hands moved through my hair as his cock fully stiffened between my lips. I began to pump his shaft in a most deliberate manner and was able to take another inch or so inside.

Afterwards I would joke to James about how his instructions were not totally coherent. He alternated between pleas that I provide suction and that I bob my head so as to provide the sensations of a fuck, and I endeavored as best I could to do both. When I was sucking on the end, my tongue would probe under the flap of his foreskin, and when I was bobbing back and forth it would wetly trace along his shaft. At his insistence, I soon found myself moving lower and lower, opening my mouth wider and taking yet more of it inside. At his request, I also began to gently cup and fondle his sac with my other hand, and in moving to do so, I found that I was able to take even more into my mouth than either of us thought possible. Finally, I had him almost completely inside my mouth, even to the point where I could feel the tip begin to enter my throat, so I began to caress his tight and energized sac with both hands. At this, James gave a mighty grunt and began to thrash beneath me on the bed, and I could feel him pulsing between my lips as his seed shot into my mouth. Fortunately, he was so deep into me that I do believe his seed sped directly down my throat to my belly, so none was spilled at all. I continued to pump and massage him until he shriveled between my lips, at which point I withdrew.

"Thank you, James, for that most delicious lesson.", I said.

It took my lover almost a minute to be able to respond, his breathing was so rapid. Finally he said, "No, Caroline, thank you! That was, well, simply amazing! I can guarantee, lovely lady, that you need no lessons in that subject."

"Thank you, sir, for such kind words, but please know that I shall always wish to learn how I might please you."

"You most surely did, Caroline, you most surely did please me. Now, why in the world did you not wish for me to top you like last night?", he asked quizzically. "Are you in pain? Was I too insistent? I am so sorry, my love, you should have told me and I would have desisted!"

"Not at all, James. I have no pain, only the fond remembrance of my delight. But, not to be too indelicate, sir, I know the timing of my courses, and unless you wish to find me with child before my time, we shall have to find other measures of release, and this seemed to be the most suited." I had understood that my time was upon me and had decided I would chance the prospect if that would entice James to my bed, but now that he was there, I felt I should be honest enough to explain my feelings.

To my surprise, James simply chuckled, then sat up in the bed and hugged me. "Well, I fear you have rendered me hors de combat for the time being, my dear, but regardless, that is a fear groundless to say the least."

I had no idea what James was saying! If I was at the proper point of my cycle, then was he saying he was unable to get me with child? I glanced down at his loins, to see him laying wet and shriveled, then looked at his face.

James kissed me and stood up, going to his closet and throwing on a dressing robe. He then came back and sat next to me on the bed. "I should explain. You see, Ahkbar is more than simply a boon companion. In India he had training as a fakir." He pronounced it fah-keer.

"A faker?"

"No, fakir.", he repeated. "A shaman or holy man, one trained in various obscure arts. One of those arts is that of a druggist of sorts, using various native roots and powders. One of his concoctions, when mixed in with the water a woman drinks, will render her unfit for the propagation of the species for a period of several months. It is a very secretive process, and one that requires me to procure a number of very odd barks, leaves, and grains from India, but it is most efficacious. Surely you must have thought of the results in my household?"

"I don't understand. You mean you have been drugging me against my will? I will never be able to have children?" I looked stricken and felt I would cry, if it all did not seem so ghastly!

James simply smiled and shook his head negatively. "You will have many children, Caroline. The drug is in an inexpensive wine that all the women have access to. Within two or three months after you stop drinking that wine, you will be back to normal. Come now, you must by now have realized the libertine nature of my household?" I nodded dumbly. "Well, certainly by now, by simple probability, at least one of the maids or cooks would be with child. Yet none are, despite their most energetic and eager practices with the rest of my staff. Do not be angry, but be happy, since we shall be able to make love play as we wish without worry, and any child will be our conscious choice, not an accident."

"James, this is the most astonishing thing I have ever heard!", I exclaimed.

"Indeed it is, yet it is perfectly true. I will be happy to begin making the attempt later today, and you shall discover by the time we go home how unsuccessful the attempts will prove. Agreed?", he asked.

"Agreed, sir.", I said with a smile. "And if you are wrong, you will simply have to marry me, for I shall not be labeled a harlot or strumpet!"

James laughed. "You threaten me but little, Madame. It is late. I shall call down for breakfast, and we shall get clean and dress for an afternoon of such trials." He stood and picked up the telephone.

I crawled out of bed and gathered my clothing, heading back to my own rooms to bathe and dress. I smiled at him. "And how, sir, should I dress? Are we to go out?"

"Why, dress like you did the other evening, I found your eventual attire most appealing."

"Really, darling, I do believe I should have the dress cleaned first."

"What dress?", he asked. "I thought you looked simply superb in your diamonds and slippers."

I gave him a shocked look and departed, but gave his words considerable thought. If he really planned on staying in and dining on room service for the balance of the weekend, I had no reason not to accommodate his desires. To be perfectly honest about it, the prospect seemed most wicked and delightful, and I was anxious to participate in any evil plans he might concoct!

I bathed thoroughly, luxuriating in the hot water, and was only roused from the tub by James' knock at the door to inform me that our breakfast, actually a luncheon, was served. I arose and dried myself off, then returned to my room to dress as he had indicated, slipping into my tall slippers and putting my borrowed diamonds back on. Still rather than parade around in my natural condition, I donned a robe that Siobhan had lent me. It was floor length, of a very sheer black lace, that her husband Michael had purchased for her, and she had loaned it to me as a final element of my arsenal, in case the dress I wore the other night had failed in my assault. I had tried it on previously, and had discovered that the fit was more suited for my friend than myself, but that the way it failed to fit would do quite nicely. Specifically, Siobhan is taller than I, and slimmer, and the robe fit her rather tightly to begin with. When I wore it, the robe would but barely come together at the waist, and fanned away both top and bottom, so that my legs were exposed to almost their juncture, and my boobies were almost completely displayed, the top being open to my navel. Further, it was so long that even in my high slippers it dragged along, further pulling it away from my lower limbs and exposing them to view.

I wrapped myself in this sinful attire and tightened the sash, then entered the parlor to see James setting a table from a number of covered dishes on a small cart. He, too, had bathed, and shaved as well, and was now wearing a worn pair of slippers and a long dressing gown. He looked in my direction and straightened. He stared briefly, then took a deep breath. "My God, Caroline, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!", he exclaimed.

I curtsied with extreme care, so as not to fall out of the robe, and thanked him, then allowed him to hold my chair for me as I sat down to the table. Rather than sit across from me, I indicated that he should sit at my side, which he did so eagerly. James could barely take his eyes from me as I delicately crossed my legs, causing the robe to open to the point where my cunny was almost exposed. I could feel his gaze boring through the lace to see my pointy little nipples, perfectly visible through the thin black lace. For my part, frequent surreptitious glances confirmed that our respite had reinvigorated his loins, for his lance threatened to tear open his dressing gown.

"James,", I said, "I love these diamonds." I fingered the diamond earrings and lifted the necklace, pulling the stone it carried from the valley of my bosom. "Might I wear these more often for you?"

He looked at me curiously. "Wear them as often as you like, my dear, they are yours."

"What!?"

He shrugged, and cupped his hand to the side of my face, gently swaying the dangling gold and diamond earring. "Consider them a down payment. You will get the rest of that jewelry for a wedding present."

My mind was awhirl. I completely missed the statement about a wedding and focused on the jewels. I gaped at him and said, "You are giving me these! And the rest! There must be a fortune in jewels there, are you mad!?"

He shrugged this aside with a wave of a hand. "Bah! What would I do with them, I can't wear them! Besides, the only reason I kept them around all these years was simply as emergency funds, in case everything went to hell on me. This way, if I ever have to suddenly decamp, I can simply grab you, and the jewels will come with me, eh? I can not imagine taking my jewels and not my wife."

My mind boggled further, as I realized that this was the second time he had referred to me as his consort. "James, are you asking me to marry you?", I asked weakly.

"Hmm? I suppose I am. I know, you want me to do this properly. Well, all right." As my heart fluttered to a stop, James pushed back his chair, then went down on one knee at my side, turning me to face him. Taking my hands in his, he continued, "Miss Caroline Pendrake, would you do me the honor and privilege to consent to a proposal of wedlock, thus affording me the opportunity to proclaim myself the happiest man in the world? Marry me, Caroline, and be my wife!" His levity had vanished, to be replaced by the most worried look imaginable, as he considered the chance that I might decline.

It was an impossible chance, of course, for with tears of happiness streaming down my face, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as thoroughly as I could, all the time whispering, "Yes! Yes!", at every breath. Finally, I drew back smiling and looked at him curiously, as he knelt before me. "Well, James, what in the world are you still doing on the floor?"

Smiling, he glanced at my thighs, now most thoroughly exposed, as were my hips, waist, and cunny, then quipped, "Well, actually, I am admiring the view!"

I laughed and pulled him to his feet, remaining seated where I was. "You, sir, are truly a scalawag!" As he stood, his own robe loosened, and his manhood surged forth at the level of my face. "Now, you may learn how I punish scalawags, James." So saying, I untied his robe and slid my hands inside, wrapping them around his back and caressing the muscles of his arse. I pulled him forward and opened my mouth, to allow him to slip between my lips. Then as he stood before me, my tongue and lips made love play with his organ, as he groaned in pleasure above me. This was a considerably more active session than those earlier ones, as he wrapped his hands around my head and began to buck against me, his hips heaving with desire. I was perforce required to open my mouth as wide as possible and allow him to thrust completely inside my lips, so that my nose was being tickled by the hairs around his base, and our session only ended when I began to cup and fondle his sac whilst I slid a finger beyond it to trace and caress his arse. James roared as he unleashed the torrent down my throat, then after he had softened and staggered back, sank into his chair.

"My God, Caroline, but that was the finest mouthfuck I have ever experienced! I can not conceive of how an innocent maiden could do the things you do to me, but I so dearly love and appreciate the fact. Good Lord, you shall kill me with your kindnesses!"

"Thank you, sir. It is simply my desire to make you happy in every conceivable way possible. Please, James, make use of me in every way you wish, as I can not conceive of a time in which your pleasure will not be mine.", I replied.

"Then allow me to provide you a pleasure which I shall delight in as well." I was curious as to this statement, said so closely after his previous spending, since I could plainly see that he had not revived. However, James pushed the plates and silverware across the table and reached over and lifted me atop the table lightly, so that I was seated there facing him. He spread my legs, exposing my treasure, then pulled his chair forward. "I think that after such a marvelous lunch, I deserve some dessert!" With that said, he pushed his face between my legs.

I must admit that while James was by no means the first person to have ever kissed and licked my loins, he was the first man to do so, and soon I found that every woman who had ever done so to be but a pale imitation of a man. Much as I had suspected, my preference for other ladies was simply one of necessity, they being an improvement over the inanimate pleasure of hairbrushes and 'Patent Cures'. A man, especially one with amatory talents, is infinitely preferable over other women. I reveled in the touch of his lips to my nubbin as he dined on his dessert, my hands wrapped in his silver locks as his mustaches tickled my inner thighs. Finally, as I sagged back on the table, Siobhan's robe barely present and the sweat pouring from my pores, James pulled back, a satisfied grin on his face as I regained my composure. He looked at me with a smile and licked his lips. "I do so enjoy a fine dessert, don't you, Caroline?"

There was but one answer for this, and seeing his cock jutting out forthrightly from his body, I made it. Slipping off the table into his lap, I straddled him and placed him inside the entrance which he had so thoroughly prepared. His cock felt as if it would never stop entering as I slid into place facing him, and when my nubbin finally came up against his sturdy loins I had spent again. We cavorted raucously in his chair as I thrashed above him while he lifted my boobies to his lips, whereupon he licked and suckled at them. Finally he exploded inside me, showering my womb with a seed, which thanks to Ahkbar's potion, would not take root.

"Oh, James.", I sighed as I collapsed into his chest. "Oh, this is so wonderful. Teach me, James, every way there is to love you. I could do this forever."

James sagged back against the chair as his manhood slipped wetly from inside me, to be followed by a copious flood of our love. "There is the most amazing temple in India, upon which is carved literally hundreds, if not thousands, of depictions of people having relations by different methods."

"You shall have to teach me every one.", I sighed contentedly.

"And after we have run through them all?", he asked.

I smiled at him. "Why, we shall just have to repeat them until we get them right, won't we?"

**** Editor's Note ****

I must admit to my astonishment when I read the above manuscript. It was discovered it in a trunk in the attic and it seemed unbelievable that my great-grandmother could have written such a story, and why, once she had written it, she had never published it. However, enough details were available to prove the truth of the tale.

For instance, in the den exist two oil paintings dating from approximately a century ago, one of a stunningly beautiful and amazingly buxom young blonde woman, and the other of an older gentleman, one with flowing silver hair and mustache, very tall and muscular. These were reportedly portraits of my great-grandparents, and they match the descriptions of Caroline Pendrake MacAllister and James MacAllister closely. Further, several photographs from the period show the two of them together, along with a very large Indian, who must be the Ahkbar Singh mentioned.

Further photographic proof exists in a family photograph that was obviously taken a number of years later, shortly before the entrance of America into the First World War, alluded to at the beginning of the manuscript. In the photograph, James MacAllister was sitting in an armchair with Caroline Pendrake MacAllister sitting sideways on his lap, and arrayed around them and behind them were a half-dozen young men, ranging in approximate ages from the early twenties down to eleven or twelve, their children. I was pleased to note that in this photo, which must have been taken twenty years or so after the events depicted above, great-grandmother Caroline looked as lovely as in the oil painting, presumably painted shortly after her wedding, and that great-grandfather James still looked to be in excellent health, even though he would have been in his sixties at the time. Their oldest son was wearing an Army uniform, and in other family photographs has been identified as my grandfather.

My grandfather, James Pendrake MacAllister, apparently attempted to break the family jinx concerning the military, perhaps due to the more militaristic flavor of his mother's blood. The somewhat limited success of this on his mother's side, as she related in the manuscript, can perhaps explain grandfather's limited success at this as well; he lost his right leg below the knee in a truck accident shortly after arriving in France. Grandfather's handicap never held him up until he was shot at the age of 77 by the husband of a women half his age as he tried to escape out her bedroom window. A cliché, but true nevertheless. His killer was jailed and tried, but only received a suspended sentence. My father says it was because the judge was sympathetic, having been cuckolded by grandfather previously.

As for other details, the MacAllister mansion was in the family until the Sixties, when my father sold it to a developer intent on converting it to a hotel. He told me that a bit of a to-do was raised when it was being remodeled and the secret passageways were discovered. It seems that was a family secret that died with my great-grandparents. The Albany Times-Union mentioned that the developer experienced "unexpected remodeling costs" delaying the opening of the hotel. The mansion-hotel is still in business, about five minutes drive from the Saratoga Performing Arts Center, a portion of which occupies some of the family property mentioned.