A fine bright morning saw us on deck directly after breakfast.
'Good morning, my Lady,' said young Simpson raising his cap with a knowing, wistful look.
'Come here, you impudent-looking boy,' I laughed, and as he approached, said, in a whisper:
'Can you keep a secret?'
'My bosom is as safe as an iron chest, if Your Ladyship has anything to confide,' was the reply.
'I am going to leave you soon, you know, and would like to give you and young William a treat in my cabin tonight, if you can manage to come after all are retired and you are off duty then, I think.'
'Yes,' he replied, 'from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. and you may depend on us being very quiet.'
Putting a finger to my lips as a sign of strict secrecy, I glided away from him and sat on the poop for the greater part of the day, looking at the water in a dream anticipation of the fun I hoped for at night.
I had made ample preparation for them and bribed the stewards not to take any notice if they heard noises in my cabin, as I was going to give a little party to two or three young lady passengers before going ashore at Funchal, the port of Madeira.
After supper, myself and companions lay down to rest in our clothes, leaving the lamps burning and the refreshments all ready to hand. After a while, when all was quiet, our cabin door opened softly and the two handsome boys in their best uniforms quietly saluted us as they entered, both of them kissing me before I could rise from the couch. The door was bolted by Patty, who laughingly told them to mind how they behaved, or they would get served out. In reply to which both of them caught her and kissed her in spite of her pretended resistance.
The middies were hungry and soon did ample justice to a game-pie washed down with several bumpers of champagne as they toasted us, from the servants to myself.
I drank glass for glass with them. My veins were on fire, consumed by my lustful longings to enjoy two such handsome youths, and as soon as they had finished their repast, I begged them to sit by my side on the ottoman. And just as Simpson was in the act of sitting down I drew him upon my lap, saying with a laugh:
'What a nice baby he was to nurse, what a pretty little dear; kiss its dear mama.'
My lips met his in a long-drawn osculation which seemed to make him quiver all over with emotion as he lay on my bosom.
'Did you ever have a sweetheart, dear boy?' I asked.
'Yes; such a pretty girl at the Cape. I have rare fun with her when I go ashore.'
'What! Are you impudent enough to take liberties with her?'
'Yes, she even let me get into bed with her.'
'You impertinent little fellow to mention such a thing to me! Here, Miss Prude, and you girls, tie him up and pull down his breeches! I've got a tickler that will make his bottom smart for this!' I exclaimed, pushing him from me with great apparent disgust.
'What a lark! I should like to see them do it. Here, Peter, old boy, help us or these girls will really master me,' and he began to find himself rather overmatched.
A smile and a gesture from me only turned his chum Peter Williams to our side and it was fun to see how foolish he looked when he found himself really tied up to one of the berths and his breeches pulled down in spite of all he could do. How he blushed as they tucked up the tail of his shirt and exposed a very pretty white-skinned bum which was soon rosy enough under the hand-slapping he got from the whole party, thoroughly enjoying the joke.
'Stand aside all of you,' I said sternly, 'and let me pay him the desserts for his impudence,' advancing birch in hand.
He was a plucky little fellow and distained to cry out although I saw two or three big tears roll down his crimson face under my infliction, and I could also see that his cock was as stiff as a poker. He was released, and without even waiting to pull his breeches up, rushed forward to help us as we stretched his friend Peter on the ottoman, and then by my direction he sat on his back, whilst I gleefully let him have a due share of the birch till he begged hard to be let off.
When they thought to adjust their clothes we all began to laugh and joke them about the beautiful red weals we could see, pulling up their shirt-tails and taking such liberties that in a short time they were quite undressed and we had two youths in a state of nature with standing pricks to look at.
'Well, I wouldn't give much for those toys of yours if that is all you have to show the girls!' I said laughingly, as I switched the parts indicated with my rod. 'Why Annie here has a better cock than any of you. We'll all strip and you shall see.'
This was the expected signal and all further restraint on our impulsive passions was thrown aside in a moment.
I think those two handsome middies had never really had a girl before and that I really took their maidenheads. In fact, I indulged in my letch for having two pricks in my cunt at once, whilst Charlie fucked Miss Prude before our eyes, till she had hysterics from excessive lubricity.
We kept it up till nearly five o'clock, fucking, gamahuching and indulging in every fancy we could think of. I even made Charlie get into my bottom with Simpson in him. Peter Williams also postillioning her companion with his prick in his fundament, whilst Miss Prude and Patty tickled and helped to excite us the very best way they could.
At last they were obliged to leave us and I may say that was the last lustful orgy I was ever able to indulge in, for my constitution broke down rapidly even during my stay at Madeira and I returned to England in the following May, since when, dear Walter, you have been my constant and loving attendant, and seen how rapidly this consumption is carrying me to my grave. Oh! I would that I had strength to do it once more and that you were my manly champion in that combat of bliss which I shall never taste again. Would to Heaven I might die in spending as I felt your very soul shoot into my vitals, but, alas! it cannot be! Still, if there is bliss in the world to be, I feel assured of an everlasting fuck.
Amen! I am unable to hold my pen any longer.
