'Before leaving, she told me that her room was next to mine, and if I wanted anything in the night, or felt lonely, I had only to run into her and she would take care of me.
'When she went out, however, I carefully fastened the door, and then, with my brain swimming, tumbled into bed. The last thing I was conscious of was hearing singing and revelry downstairs, but as my door was locked, I felt secure, and turning over quickly fell asleep. My sleep was disturbed and the highly excited state of my cunt naturally caused dreams of a corresponding character.
'As I lay on my back, I saw descending over me the much desired form of my absent love. His roseate limbs seemed floating in celestial light. I stretched up my arms, and said: "O my love, how delightful to have you with me now!" I felt his dear hands groping between the lips of my palpitating cunt. I opened my thighs, and heaved my bottom, as I muttered. "Yes feel it, my love; feel my cunt, how hot it is! It is longing, for your dear prick — your fingers tickle me very nicely, but it is your prick along that can satisfy my cunt — won't you put it in?" 'My love laid himself upon me. I could no longer see him, but I felt his arm around me and his warm body pressing me deliciously. He put his prick in my hand. It was large and stiff. Letting the head pass through my fingers, I drew back the soft covering skin. I felt it bound in my hand. 'Now, my love, let me put it in." I said, drawing it toward my cunt,
"I am longing for it — my cunt burns." I felt the head rub between the moist lips. I felt it press on the heated orifice. I heaved up. It slipped in.
"O how good!" I muttered, as it passed up my cunt extending each humid fold and sensitive crease of my vagina.
'"Your prick, my love, is very big tonight! It fills me up more than usual." I muttered, gradually regaining consciousness, but still overpowered by the pleasurable sensations in my cunt. "How well you fuck! How sweetly you drive up your prick! Oh! I am fairly suffocated with rapture," I cried, pushing up my cunt to him as his action became more vehement.
'He rammed home his prick with desperate energy and with a low moaning cry shot forth a torrent of heated spunk. I felt my cunt filled to overflowing. I knew it was bubbling out at the sides. "Oh, what a quantity of spunk you have poured into me! Where did you get it all?
My love, how strong and big your are! And how heavy! But how did you get in? and when did you arrive?" My love made no other answer than a gentle movement of his prick in my cunt. I passed my hand over him. He certainly had grown larger and much heavier. His skin did not feel so soft as usual. "Why don't you speak to me, my lord." 'My mind, now fully awakened, became filled with a strange misgiving that grew into certainty as I felt a thick covering of hair on his breast, which I knew Lord Ferrars did not possess.
'"You are not Lord Ferrars, are you? Tell me who you are?"
No answer only a stronger hug, and a shove of his prick in my cunt.
'"Stop — you have no right. Stop, I won't let you.' And making a sudden bound, I sprang from under him, and jumped out of bed. I heard him getting out after me, so I slipped noiselessly to the other side, and gradually crept toward the door. With nervous fingers I unlocked it, and passing out into the passage ran to Anna's door, which I found open. I quickly stepped in, and feeling for the key, turned it in the lock, and then thinking I was tolerably safe, called Anna.
'She answered me from her bed, and told me not to be frightened but to come over to her and tell her what was the matter. I moved in the direction of her voice, and found her sitting on the side of her bed. She took me in her arms, and drawing me over her, leaned back, as she said,
"You little goose, what are you making all this noise for? You will waken the whole house."
'"Oh, Anna, someone got into my bed — and — and-' "Fucked you? — well, what great harm is there in that? What better thing could be happen to a girl than to be well fucked?" '"Oh! but it was not Lord Ferras at all.'
'"Lord Grandmother, excuse me; would not any other lord do as well, provided he had as good a prick?" 'At that instant, a pair of strong arms seized me round the waist, and the huge prick was again thrust into my cunt. I kicked and plunged, and did all in my power to free myself from his hateful embrace; but Anna held me like a vice, crying, "Fuck her, major, fuck her — don't spare her — give her such a dose of prick as she never got before in her life," and heaving her body, she bumped me up to meet every stroke.
'In spite of all my opposition, my cunt glowed at every lunge, and I began to wish for his discharge, when the wretch suddenly drew out his prick and, plunging it into my bottom, shot his fiery stream into my vitals. This consummation finished me; my muscles relaxed and I fell into a helpless swoon. While in this state, I was put back in bed, and when I recovered consciousness, the daylight was breaking in through the window shutters.
'When Anna came in, I would not speak to her, and threatened to leave the house. But she only smiled and said I ought to thank her in place of being angry, for she had caused me to make a brave plunge, and I would soon be as jovial as any of them.
'Mrs Simpson, however, pretended to view the matter in a more serious light, and apologised for the intrusion, which, she said, arose out of a mistake made by a young officer of the Guards, who had passed the night in her house.
'But I learned afterward that both she and Anna had been heavily bribed, the one to permit and the other to assist in the outrage. And also that there was a secret passage through a wall press, by means of which he had entered from Anna's room and had also watched me taking my bath.
'My uniform was brought in during the day and they all made great fun of my awkwardness when I first donned the male attire. One of the girls twisted her handkerchief and stuffed it into my trousers to represent a prick. Another said I was such a pretty boy that as soon as I went out all the girls would be sure to fall in love with me. I have often thought of her words since, and smiled when I found them verified by fact.
'My dear lord arrived in the evening, and we passed such a happy night together. He laughed when I told him of my adventure, and said he would not leave me alone there another night.
'He thought it better to avoid observation on shore, so the next morning I accompanied him on board his new yacht, the Ariel, and we soon afterward set sail. For several days I kept very quiet under plea of seasickness, and only gradually went about the yacht as I became familiar with my dress and learned to assume something of the usual swagger of a young salt.
CHAPTER 5
'Lord Ferrars considered that it would be safer for me not to bee seen at any English port until I was thoroughly familiar with my new mode of life, so we started for a few weeks' cruise in the Mediterranean.
'Before leaving England, he wrote to my mother, telling her all that had happened and promising to take every care of me, provide for me handsomely and bring me back safely to her in due time. Meanwhile, he sent her a liberal present, and said it would be repeated from time to time. My mother took the money, being a sensible woman, made no noise about the matter and only stipulated that I should keep her regularly informed of our whereabouts and how I was getting on.
'My first adventure occurred when the yacht was in the port of Genoa.
While lying at anchor there, his lordship received tidings of the illness of a near relative, which obliged him t return to England without delay; so he determined to leave the yacht at her anchorage and make the journey overland, while I remained in charge as his representative.
'We had then a skipper named Captain Jones. He was a good seaman and a careful navigator, but somehow I never liked nor trusted him. I think he suspected me from the first for I observed that he was continually watching me. he was always giving me advice, and offered to teach me navigation, but I avoided all intimacy with him and kept him at a civil distance.