When the guests left I lingered at the door, and they went without noticing that the actress and I remained. The impulse was mutual to clasp each other in our arms.
'Oh, how I wish that you had been my son! It ought to have been so.'
I was in no mood to be made a baby of. The grand voluptuous form of the queenly actress aroused far other emotions when it was folded to mine.
'Is this your bedroom?' said I, drawing her towards the door.
'For shame, Georgie,' she said, as a crimson blush spread from her cheeks to her splendid bosoms. She was in a costume of Cleopatra, over which she had thrown a long mantle after the play. This mantle had fallen off. It was evident that she had intended no assignation for she moved reluctantly to the door - but she returned the passionate kiss I planted full on her mouth. So commanding was her height that she had to stoop slightly to do it.
As soon as we entered the bedroom she sat down on the bed and covered her face with her hands. I took the opportunity to divest myself of most of my clothes and then I stole up to her and kissed her naked and massive shoulder. She rose to her feet and, taking me in her strong arms as if I were an infant, she walked back and forth across the room with me.
'Oh! Georgie, Georgie,' she cried. 'This is almost incest, but I can deny you nothing - I, who have allowed no man to embrace me since those delicious days of long ago.'
She still held me in her arms, walking to and fro. My face was in contact with her great bosoms, each of which was as large as my head. As I passionately kissed them, my right hand dropped to her thighs, from which it parted the loose oriental drapery and found in it a shaggy mass of curls. Searching to the bottom of these it found a pair of moist, warm lips. I lifted my face from her bosom, and meeting hers, we exchanged a kiss. It differed from those she had heretofore given me. It was as voluptuous as my own and was prolonged until I felt her other lips, which my hand was searching, begin to swell and grow hot.
Charlotte carried me rapidly to the bed. Her mood was changed from maternal tenderness to fiery passion. She lay me upon my back and sprang upon me. She folded me in her great muscular arms; her ponderous thighs settled on my own. Immense as they were, they were as a young girl's. It was her hand which guided my rigid shaft amid the thick profusion of hair till it was fairly entered and rammed to the hilt by the vibration of her powerful loins. So firmly was I pinned to the bed by her great weight that I could not move. I felt as if I were about to be ravished like a woman. It was a novel sensation and as charming as it was novel.
Charlotte suddenly turned over on her back without relaxing her hold in the least upon me, I found myself on top of her, but she was still master of the situation. Her arms and legs were wrapped so tightly around me that my bones fairly cracked. It was the rapid undulation of her loins alone that moved our closely joined forms. Her mouth was fastened on mine as if she was about to devour me; her big womb pressed against my crest.
I felt the crisis coming overwhelmingly in the powerful embrace in which I was held. At this moment her muscles began to relax with her melting shower. I spent, not with a stinted jet, but with profuse gushes that made a suitable tribute to the magnetism of her massive beauty. The rapture lasted me some time, even after I became nerveless, and at length died imperceptibly away.
'Now, you must go, you naughty boy,' said Charlotte tenderly. 'In ten minutes more my maid will come to undress me.'
I was scarcely able to rise from her arms after such a long and exhaustive orgasm. I was like a squeezed and sucked orange; my vigour was all gone. It was fortunate that my ship was to sail the next day - I was a midshipman under my first orders and I had to go. If the intrigue had been pursued it would have ruined her reputation and my health.
'And now, Captain, tell us another,' was the persistent petition of all the ladies.
The Captain's third story
After I had grown to manhood, I was one summer at a place of public resort in the highlands of Scotland. One night after I had gone to bed I heard voices close beside me. Then I noticed that my head lay close to a door which separated my room from the one adjoining it. The voices were evidently those of a young married couple in bed and, like myself, close to the door which separated my room from theirs.
I heard kisses and then the sound as if the lady's buttocks were being spanked. Then there was a struggle, and then the young man's voice in a coaxing tone. 'Please, dear Alice, do let me.'
'No, Charlie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. I am right in the midst of my period and I have been bleeding all day. Wait till you come next week and you shall have some, and be sure and bring some condoms with you. There are none left and it would be dreadful to make a baby so soon. Now lie on your side of the bed and go to sleep - don't squeeze my thighs that way; it only makes you worse.'
The sweet voice of Alice now began to grow angry. I heard Charlie turn over and they both soon went to sleep. My passions were aroused and my shaft grew rigid, but I lay perfectly quiet during the conversation so as to keep them in ignorance that they had a listener.
The next morning they were near me at the breakfast table. Alice was a little blonde, the smallest and youngest bride I ever saw in Great Britain. She was so slender and had such large innocent blue eyes that she looked like a child in a woman's dress. Charlie was a young surgeon; he was about my own age and his size and appearance resembled my own. After breakfast he started for Edinburgh, where he practised through the week, returning to his bride to pass Sundays.
During his absence I paid assiduous attention to Alice, hoping to engage her in an intrigue. She was a lively little thing, but her life was all for Charlie, with whom I could see she was yet dead in love. I became enamoured of her artless beauty. I longed to possess her, if only for one embrace. Her indifference only made me long for her more madly. All the week I went to bed with a stiff and hot shaft, close to the little beauty but unknown to her.
Saturday night brought Charlie, all radiant with the promise I had overheard Alice make him the week before. I sat in my room reading when at early bedtime they came to their room.
The kisses they exchanged when the door was shut were very aggravating to me. My shaft became perfectly rigid. Just at this moment there came a call for Charlie to go to a neighbouring hamlet to set a broken limb; with a muttered curse he reluctantly obeyed the call.
I knew it would take him three hours at least. I listened to Alice undressing; then I heard the tinkle of a little stream of water in crockery; then she put out the light and went to bed. Night after night the little bride had gone to sleep unconscious that she was near me, and now she fell asleep I could hear by her regular breathing - but tonight her door was unlocked, waiting for Charlie.
Would it be possible for me to impersonate him? The risk would be a terrible one, but the rigidity of my shaft put an end to reason and conscience. If I could fill those graceful little loins of hers the world might come to an end for all I cared.
I stole softly in my shirt and drawers out in the passage and into Alice's room. I crept carefully into bed with her and took her in my arms. I caressed her round bosoms and felt of her plump and polished thighs. They were much larger than I imagined on seeing her dressed. She had a few little curls between them, which I was daintily fingering when she woke up.
'So you have come, Charlie,' she said. For reply I fastened my mouth to hers and we continued uninterruptedly to exchange kisses. She was honestly ready to give Charlie what she had promised him. She opened her legs for the expected charge and I did not disappoint her. My crest entered with delicious tightness.
'What a great clumsy condom you have on,' she said. From this I inferred that my naked shaft was much bigger than Charlie's with a condom on.
I gave a plunge that drove my crest far in among the quivering membranes, far up in her loins. I was in rapture. The burning moments repaid me for my longing - and, for a possible retribution to come. She enjoyed it as much as I did, judging from the increased ardour of knees and the
motion of her thighs. I gave another plunge so deep that my shaft seemed to disturb her slender waist and my crest to upheave her bosom.
'Oh, Charlie,' she said, with a dying sigh. Another plunge and the sheath of the young bride was flooded with mingled gushes.
A moment of perfect stillness followed. To me it was a moment of ineffable satisfaction and perfect bliss. Then she suddenly scrambled from beneath me. 'The condom must have burst!' she said, hastily pouring water in the basin and washing away.
Pretty soon she came back to bed and nestled in my arms. I pretended to be overcome with drowsiness and languor and answered two or three of her questions with an inarticulate, 'Eh?'
The completeness with which she had melted was soon evident from the deep sleep of exhaustion into which she sank. Then I stole silently from her bed back into my own, but did not go to sleep. I waited anxiously Charlie's return. In due time he came. While he was undressing, Alice awoke. I heard her ask him drowsily, 'Why did you go out?' meaning why had he got up and gone out after he had gone to bed with her.
'I had to go out,' he replied, meaning he had had to go and attend a professional call. She must have thought he had a necessary occasion to go into the yard. I heard her yawn and turn over as he got into bed with her and then the more significant sound of the creaking of the bed made me more jealous. This was followed by Charlie's deep sigh; then all was still save the regular breathing of the two sleepers.
It made me happy to think Alice had not joined in the sighing. I believe this gave me more pleasure than my successful escape from discovery. The next morning at breakfast Alice looked me right in the eye with her large, innocent eyes, perfectly unconscious that but a few hours before she had rapturously melted in my arms.
'What a shame!' said Inez.
'There was no harm done after all,' said Anna.
'Well, then,' said I, 'listen to another story. Perhaps this will please you all.'
The Captain's fourth story
During one of my stays in port, my uncle, who was a member of the ministry, needed a confidential messenger to one of the German courts. I accepted the mission with pleasure. The business took me but a few days, during which I mingled in the festivities of the court. The sovereign was very gracious to me; his spouse I did not see, though it was said she was in the gallery of the dining hall during one of the state dinners at which I was present.
It was known to all when I was to return and on the evening before I started, I had declined several invitations that I might get ready to go. Just at nightfall I received the following singular note:
A lady sends her compliments to Lord George Herbert and begs that he will call at No. 300, — street.
I hesitated what to do all the time I was enjoying my after-dinner cigar, but I finally put a pistol in my pocket and proceeded to the place named. It was a neat house in a respectable street. I was received at the door by a nice elderly lady and ushered into a well but plainly furnished room. She thanked me for being so kind as to come.
'I have received you at the door myself,' she said, 'because I thought best to have my servant away. It is a strange request I have to make of you, but your reputation for gallantry is known to me. May I rely on your honour to keep it secret whether you grant it or not?'
I assured her she might.
'My foster daughter, whom I dearly love,' she said, 'is married, but the union has not been blest with children. Her husband is very desirous of having an heir. He blames her very unjustly and is making her life wretched, for she loves him. She can endure his reproaches no longer. I have known it was not her fault and I have advised her to do what is necessary to get an heir. Now, my lord, have I advised her rightly?'
'Perhaps so,' said I, 'but what have I got to do with it? I am about to leave this city tomorrow, probably never to see it again.'
'That is the very reason,' she said, 'that I have invited you to come here to meet her. She has seen you and wishes that heir to inherit your noble blood and handsome person and, this once accomplished, never to see or be seen again by its sire - for the desire of an heir and not wantonness has influenced her. Do you consent?'
'I must see the lady,' I replied.
'She would die of mortification if you should see her and reject her,' said the old lady, 'but there is no fear of that. If you are pleased with her, go up and kiss her hand when I present you.' She then conducted me upstairs and opened the chamber door.
A lady was standing in the centre of the room looking timidly at me as I entered. As soon as I saw the lady I loosened my grasp on the pistol which I had in my pocket. All fear of treachery vanished from my mind and another sentiment immediately took its place. I approached her and kissed her hand. The old lady shut the door and retired.
I was alone with a woman not indeed beautiful, but very interesting. Her figure was fine and her features, though irregular, were pleasing. Her look fell to the carpet; the ensign of modesty warmed on her cheeks, receded and paled, then showed again more rosy than before. Her hand trembled on mine. Her attire made no accession to her appearance. She was dressed in plain muslin without an ornament; her hair was plainly brushed, but there was that in her air which convinced me that she was a lady, and that too in an embarrassing position.
'Fair lady,' said I, 'your choice has fallen on one who can appreciate your delicacy, notwithstanding the strange circumstances which brought you to this.' A grateful smile lighted for an instant her fine face, but she involuntarily averted her cheek from the kiss I pressed upon it. She did not reply, nor did she speak once during the whole interview.
By this time I felt that the task of getting her with child would be the most agreeable one that had even fallen to my lot to perform. She stood passive in a deep reverie, looking almost unconscious while I unfastened her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her undergarments were of the finest lawn and lace. The stud that fastened her chemise was a large diamond, which only confirmed my opinion she was a lady of high station.
I kissed her beautiful white bosoms which were now disclosed. She awoke from her reverie with another deep blush and, going to the other side of the bed, she took off her shoes with her back to me, so that I did not get a glimpse of one finely turned ankle. Then she dropped off her petticoat and got into bed, covering herself up, face and all.
I soon undressed and followed. I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. Though she suffered my lips to revel on her ripe mouth, her lips did not move to return my kisses. My hands wandered over all parts of her fine form. As long as they lingered on her bosoms she was passive, but when I played too wantonly with the curls at her loins, she grew restless. I was excited by her modesty to the highest pitch of desire.
I drew her unresisting form beneath me and, parting her thighs, my crest entered the Elysian Fields - at least the promise joy of the Elysian Fields would not have tempted me to withdraw it. It entered where it was surrounded by moist, clinging tissues alive with affinity to its sensitive touch. Still she lay passive.
I put her arms under the small of her back and, holding her firmly, gave a plunge which sent my crest until it touched her womb. She could no longer refrain from manifesting her delight; she wrapped her arms around me. I gave another thrust which unsealed the fountain of my glands, and then another which planted the gushing sperm in the midst of her loins.
She held my face between her hands and gazed entranced with her eyes while the life giving fluid dashed against her womb. She melted while she gazed and put up her lips for the first and only kiss she exchanged with me. Our lips were glued together till the last drop trickled from my crest, and the thrilling rapture slowly faded and left me nearly lifeless in her arms.
The life which she had ravished from me could hardly fail to multiply in her womb, and her melting gaze as she reviewed it could hardly fail to stamp the nascent life with my features. We lay perfectly still for a long time, when the door opened and the old lady called me. I got up to see what she wanted.
'You mu
st go now,' she said. I told her I could not bear to leave my charming companion. 'You will undo what I hope you have done if you stay longer.' Then she whispered. 'I do not wish to startle her, but there is danger of discovery. Lie perfectly still on your back, darling,' she added to the lady in the bed, 'and it will be a fine boy.'
I dressed and stepped to the bedside. The sheet was drawn; her forehead alone was visible. I kissed it and withdrew. The old lady soon followed me and put a ring into my hand as she dismissed me hastily from the front door. 'She begs you to accept it in token of her admiration and respect. Her love is all for her husband.'
I should not have accepted it if I had seen, as I did on reaching home, that it was a diamond worth thousands. On the inside of the ring was engraved the words, 'in honour...'
I left the city, as had been announced, on the first morning train. Before proceeding far we met with an accident. No one was injured, but we would have to wait for the afternoon train. I took a carriage and rode back to the city rather than wait for the afternoon train. As we approached the main street we could not cross. We had to await, as the cortege of the sovereign was passing. By his side was sitting his august spouse.
It was the lady with whom I had lain the night before. She supposed me far on my journey or she would not have left the seclusion of her palace. She rode unconscious of the presence of the man whose seed was even then germinating in her womb. It is six months since then. The newspapers which we received at port a few days ago announce that there was great rejoicing in a certain capital city. The august spouse of the sovereign was in an interesting condition.
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