Another attempt by mother to find me a nice sensible wife
Mother had been meddling again. It was around the time poor Prince Albert passed away.
I had endured and survived a very lucrative business trip to the Caribbean Sea. As soon as she heard I was back mother summoned me to “Tea” and that meant a new confrontation with yet another comely yet terminally boring well bred young lady with the sole object of my marrying and producing an heir.
This time it was mother’s childhood friend Martha Cartwright’s daughter Amelia.
She was the sort of girl one could pass in the street every morning and never notice.
Nothing wrong with her, two eyes, a pair of ears, one nose, but oh lord not a single spark, perfectly matched skirt and blouse, not a hair out of place, she sipped her cup of tea most decorously, admitted she liked to read and that she played piano forte rather badly, but before I had discovered more than three things about her the mothers already had us half way up the church aisle to matrimony.
Damn it I had been at sea eight weeks, I didn’t want to take Tea, I wanted to go to my club, enjoy the pleasures of the flesh for a while and relax before deciding what to do with the proceeds of selling my cargo and I fancied I should make a pretty penny there from, and possibly an absolute fortune.
After an absolute age, which I later realised was barely three quarters of an hour, the mothers suggested Miss Cartwright and I take a walk around the garden.
It was a capital idea, our family home is set near the coast had a garden extending almost to the cliff top. One could see the ships approach, then sails furled they anchored to await the incoming tide to sweep them up the Mersey.
Miss Cartwright agreed and we set off along the garden path.
“Thank the lord we have escaped the witches coven,” I exclaimed, “Or do you not share my sentiments.”
“They are only doing what they know best,” she said “Meddling.”
“Exactly,” I said, “Damn it I’ve been at sea for months, I need to relax, have some fun.” I insisted.
“What fun?” she asked, “Gambling? Drinking? is that your idea of fun?”
“No fornicating, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh,” I answered, Amelia looked shocked, “Now I have shocked you.”
“Mother said you were a sodomite, a sailor, said you needed a wife for appearances,” Amelia stuttered, but you want a woman as your whore, is that right?”
“Not one, no many women, a veritable orgy of fornication,” I corrected her, “I haven’t expelled in months except in my dreams, so you see you and I are completely incompatible, I don 't want a China doll, I want a slave whore I can fuck when ever I wish, her breasts always bare, no underwear, her womb always wet ready for me to spear her.”
“I don’t think I could do that,” Amelia admitted, “I have never lain with a man.”
“Lain, more than lain,” I replied, “Up against a door frame, bent over a table or chair back, straddling me as I sat on a chair, two cocks up one girl, one up her bush and one up the tradesmen's.”
“Captain Oakes you are making me feel,” she said.
“Sick I suppose,” I agreed, “Yes a man’s needs are a ocean away from silly girls notions of love.”
“I feel all squiffy,” she admitted. “ I wonder how the women endure the torment and yet I wonder how it must feel.”
“Only one way to find out,” I challenged, “But I’m teasing.”
She thought a minute and then said “If I were to agree to be your whore and never to say no no matter how base a depravity you demanded would you marry me?”
“Absolutely, with the greatest of alacrity,” I laughed, “ But let us be sensible, I must be ten years your senior.”
“Five,” she said, “I’m very near thirty, I’ll die a childless virgin at this rate.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I agreed, “I’ll ravish you and if you fall for a child I’ll wed you.”
“Yes, that sounds fair.” she agreed.
“But you will be ruined your honour gone," I countered. “Now don’t be ridiculous.”
“If you won’t wed me I’ll tell mother you ravished me.” she replied.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” I countered. We were approaching the cliff top now, “How will you do that, ruin yourself?”
“My fingers?” she suggested.
“I doubt you could manage that,” I replied, “Oh lord Amelia my member is rigid, I need relief so lay for me and I’ll wed you.”
“Oh!” she said.
“Bend over the fence, raise your skirts and brace yourself,” I ordered.
She just stared. I wrenched open my fly. She realised she had miscalculated but I was on a mission, I grasped her round the waist, raised her skirt pushed her against the fence and aimed my member at her quim.
A cry like a seagull announced my entry. My hands stole under her blouse and kneaded her breasts and then I was humping. “Oh my angel, that is perfect.” I husked oblivious to her protests and gradually her pain subsided and all too soon I soothed her with my cream.
“Gosh,” I announced.
“Oh god, I am ruined,” she gasped.
“Oh no you are perfect,” I countered, “I own another session or two and I’ll be completely sated,” I admitted, “Tell the mothers we are engaged and then let’s spend the evening in my bed.”
“Oh my lord,” she gasped, “I thought.”
“What did you think?” I asked.
“I thought you would break me in half,” she sighed, “But now I feel content, as if.”
“As if?” I asked.
“It was meant to be.” she said quietly, “You will honour our bargain won’t you?”
“No I shall chain you up in my cellar and ravish your naked body ten times each day,” I replied.
“Do you ever take anything seriously,” she asked.
“Yes fucking,” I admitted, “Pleasing my wench, did I please you?”
“Ohhhhh,” she snapped, “I shall tell mother.
“Be quiet, lie down, I want to fuck you again,” I advised, “Not from behind like animals, but from the front like lovers, come my angel, let me make love to you.”
“Again, it was force,” she said, but she sat back as I raised her skirts and knelt between her knees and eased my member deep in her womb. Light slippery friction and then her lips found mine, I wanted her stripped naked but it would have to wait as I stroked her repeatedly easing her ever nearer to her moment until the pleasure spilled over and she screamed with pleasure. Her innocence shattered.
A month at most and my efforts may well prove inadequate, At that time I should introduce her to Madame and let the clients at Madame’s establishment sate her needs, in the mean time I should train her in every possible way a woman may please a man, and with that happy thought I loosed my cream.
I smiled as I withdrew, I looked at her, she was quite comely, mother liked her, I wondered how I should feel watching others fuck her, why not keep her for myself. It seemed like a capital idea and mother would be delighted and perhaps she would stop nagging me.
“Will you marry me?” I asked
“Of course .”Amelia replied. “But only for appearance, I’m sure we both have plenty of other people we want to have relations with.”
Sod it she’d rumbled me. Oh well in for a penny in for a pound.