My father possessed a large and flourishing estate in one of the West Indian Islands, before the Emancipation.
My baptismal name is Charlotte, but from some fancied likeness to a picture of the English Queen of that name my father called me Queenie, which pet name has stuck to me ever since.
The first event of any importance in connection with my subject which I can remember, occurred when I was about eleven years old.
I had then a black nurse called Dora, in whose charge I was specially placed; it was from her I learned that my mother, who died soon after my birth, had been a favourite and very handsome slave, nearly white as any European, and that I greatly resembled her.
My father was kind to me, though I did not see much of him, for he was often away on business.
When he was at home he used to send for me to come to him after dinner, when he would set me on his knee and make me sip sweet rum-toddy.
He liked tickling my thighs and pinching my bottom, for he said it made me laugh and look happy; but one evening, after his second glass, he placed me astride on his lap with my back towards him and my dress pulled up, so that he could feel the warmth of my naked little bottom.
I laughed, and thought it funny, but I let him settle me as he wished. Then, in a short time, I felt a hot, stiff thing poking up between my thighs and rubbing again my slit in such a way as even then to cause such a strange tingling there that I told nurse about it when she was putting me to bed. She laughed and said the Master wanted to do to me what he had done to my mother before me.
"Oh nurse, do tell me what Papa did to Mama!"
"Never mind now, Missy, you'll know soon enough."
"Tell me now, nurse. You know I am now past eleven and the other day when you were wiping me after my bath and were looking between my legs, you said that I was growing into quite a little woman. Look at me again, nurse," I said, lifting up my nightdress and spreading my legs. "Had Mama a little slit in here like I have? And did she let Papa rub it for her?"
"What a funny child you are, Miss Queenie! You are indeed an unusually large and well-made girl for your age, and your Mama did enjoy rubbing there more than anyone I ever saw; and unless I am mistaken you will be just the same."
Then, stooping down, she put her hands under my bottom and raised me up, and plunging her face between my thighs she began to kiss the lips and lick all round the inside of my little slit.
I was greatly surprised at first, but soon the motion of her warm, pliant tongue in that most sensitive spot made me press up against her mouth and cry, "Don't stop, dear nurse; it is so nice!"
A thrill of pleasure went through me; then, feeling tired and heavy, I ciosed my eyes and soon fell asleep.
Nurse was a noted herb doctor, and she used to boast that she could cure any sick person, or make them sleep, or even kill them if she liked.
There was one herb which she often gathered when out walking with me, which, she said, was good for tea and made people sleep sweetly afterwards. She sometimes used it for our own tea. It was nice and pleasant to drink, but it always made me sleep heavily soon after taking it.
She had steeped some that evening, and filled my cup, but as it tasted more pungent than usual my stomach turned against it, and when she was not looking I poured it into a slop-basin; but when she helped me again it was not so strong, and I drank a little.
I suppose it was the effect of it which made me go to sleep so quickly; but it did not last as long as usual, for I woke after a few hours. The moon was shining brightly through the curtains drawn across the open window, and I could see by the clock that it was only a little after twelve.
I felt hot and restless, and as the excitement in my slit still continued I involuntarily put my hand to it and felt its smooth lips, and the slippery little lump between them.
Then I rubbed with my finger the hot chink below, which throbbed under my touch and which I felt to be connected in some mysterious way with the very mainspring of my being.
I knew not then of that wondrous key which could enter, wind up the spring, and put all the hidden machinery into motion; but my eyes were partially opened and my curiosity aroused, and many things I had previously heard and witnessed recurred to my memory with a startling significance unknown before, and I settled in my mind, therefore, to lose no opportunity of enlarging my knowledge of these interesting matters.
I was lying quietly in my bed while these thoughts were fermenting in my mind, when a low whistle at the window arrested my atteention.
Nurse sat up and asked softly, "Is that you. Dantly?"
The whistle was gently repeated.
"You may come in," she replied, "the child is fast asleep, and the coast is clear."
A dusky form then passed through the window, and I recognized one of the assitant overseers, a good-looking mulatto who was much chaffed as Nurse's follower and admirer.
She took him in her arms and gave him a hearty hug. On being released, he turned towards me and asked: "Is she really fast asleep? May I look at her little cunny?"
"You may, for I gave her some strong tea last evening."
He came softly to the side of my bed, and lifting the the clothes he pushed his hand between my thighs.
I pretended to be asleep, though as first I found it very hard to remain still, for his fingers tickled me: but he quick aroused the sensation of pleasure such as I had felt before, and that made me as firm as a rock. He then pulled down the clothes, and opening my legs, he said: "What a sweet little cunt she has, Dora! I wonder who will be the first to ravish its sweets?"
"I would not be surprised if her own father had the first of her himself," she replied, and then she related what I had told her.
"I would not put it past him, for he is the greatest man for the women that I have ever met!"
"Does he often come to you, Dora?"
"Yes, he does. He has a fuck with me whenever he wants a black cunt for a change."
"And you give him plenty of it, too, Dora?"
"Why not?" said Nurse, as she kissed the top of his flaming red-headed prick, which she had drawn out while they were talking. She seemed to be supporting its bag with one hand while she moved the other up and down the dark-skinned shaft.
Meanwhile Dantly had frigged my cunt into such a state of excitement that he was able to push the tip of his finger through the passage, and though the pain was so considerable that I had to bite my lips to prevent myself crying out, yet the sensation was so overpowering that I willingly bore it while he forced his whole finger up: Then I felt something snap inside, and to my great relief he moved it in and out without hurting me.
"I do declare she is fit to be fucked," he said, "although there is not a sign of hair on her mount as yet. See, the whole of my finger goes in without waking her."
"So I see. But don't meddle further with her now. Come over here and I'll finish you off; then go to bed like a good fellow."
Still holding him by the legs she drew him towards her bed and sat down on the edge with him standing between her legs. He then put his hand under her thighs and tilted her back.
She at once spread herself like an open book, giving me a clear view of her enormous gash. The outsides of the great fat lips were dark, and covered with black woolly hair; but the lining within was a flaming red, and seemed brimming over with unctious juice.
"Let me put it in, Dantly," she said, and she directed with her hand the glowing head of his now rampant prick into what seemed to me like the huge mouth of some all-devouring creature.
"Push, you villain!' she cried, as she clutched the two polished cheeks of his bottom with her hands and drove her nail into his quivering flesh. "Send home your prick and fuck me like a man!"
Dantly, bending to his work, was not slow in obeying her command and fucked with such a fury that the whole room shook with the vigour of his strokes. Then, his job being done, after lying on her for a few minutes he got up and went away.
The events of that night completely changed the current of my life. I was no longer an innocent child. A new sense had arisen in my nature. I felt a want of something I scarcely knew what. At the same time I had become as knowing and suspicious as one of long experience.
I had learned to read and write from a schoolmaster, who attended me for an hour each morning. I was fond of reading but had few books at my command, and they were chiefly novels of a light description and such books of poetry as Don Juan, Tommy Little, and Burns.
All these now read with renewed interest and enlightened understanding of the meaning of their numerous hints and allusions. But my attention was specially directed to the living characters with whom I mingled in daily life, and the strange events which were continually occurring around me, events which were so highly calculated to both stimulate and gratify my eager and prurient curiosity.
I began Life in the midst of an atmosphere pervaded by sensuality and self-indulgence, and how I remained in comparable innocent for as long is a marvel to me even now.
My father was a man of robust health and unbridled passions. He had absolute control over a large number and variety of women; and as he was at all times generous in conduct, and had a most winning manner and address, they were only too ready to gratify him in every way he desired.
Nor was he selfish in his pleasures, for he allowed his overseers-and he had several, mostly European-to enjoy the same licenses he claimed for himself; so that, in a word, unbounded licenciousness and promiscuous intercourse seemed the order of the day.
A son of the head overseer was allowed to play with me when he was home from school. His name was Dick, and he was sixteen years of age. He had often tried to make free with me, but hitherto I had always repelled his advances; but now I felt quite prepared to meet him half way.
The next time he came to play with me, he commenced his tricks or running his hand up under my petticoat.
"Where are you putting your hand? I havn't a pocket there for sweets or nuts," I said.
"No, but you have a sweet little flower that I would very much like to see and unfold," he replied.
"What, nonsense you talk. How do you know that I have a flower or anything else there?" I said quickly.
"Oh. I know very well! I was watching my sister, who is about your age. taking her bath the other morning, and she has the prettiest little mouth between her legs that I ever saw."
"And what have you got there yourself. Master Dick?" I asked.
"Oh! I will show it to you. Look, Queenie, there it is! Won't you take ii in your hand?"
"No, I'd be sorry if I had co touch the ugly thing," all the time, however, looking at it with fixed attention.
"Why do you call it ugly? You mean just the contrary. Look how stiff it is getting!" and he drew down the covering skin. "See its red top peeping out! Do you know what it is for, Queenie?"
"No. What would I know about it?"
"Perhaps you may know more than you like to say; but anyway, I will tell you. It is made to go into the little mouth between your legs-let me touch it-oh, do, there's a good girl."
After much laughing, dragging and pushing, he succeeded in getting his hand on my chink of delight.
I enjoyed watching how his face beamed with satisfaction as he felt with eager fingers the swelling mound and soft, rounded lips which formed the outer portion of my little unfledged cunny.
He praised and kissed me, and pressed hard against me; but all the while the knowing young dog was forcing me back and quietly pushing in between my legs.
He pinched my clitoris, and rubbing his fingers in the slit as he softly pulled up my frock and opened my drawers, until at last I allowed him to get what he desired-a full view of my rosy chink.
How his eyes sparkled! How he kissed it! Lips and thrust in his tongue! He was leaning over me on one side and my hand strayed up his thigh. His trousers were open and I took hold of his prick which stiffened as my fingers closed over it.
He seemed greatly pleased, and lifting himself up he pushed it forward for a nearer inspection. He showed me how to frig it, as he called the moving of the loose skin up and down, holding my fingers with his own and pressing them round it while he looked down with a gratified air and watched the operation.
He gradually moved his prick towards my mouth, and then he asked me to kiss it. I put its head to my lips and rubbed it to my nose. It had a slightly peculiar smell which was pleasant and exciting.
I let it enter my mouth and twined my tongue around its neck. He put my hand on the little bag that held his stones and told me to feel them; and then he moved my hand until my fingers reached the little round hole in his bottom.
Dick was, in fact, quite a little Epicurian, and young as he was he had both seen and participate in many of the various modes of sexual enjoyment.
"Queenie, you are a darling! You know how to please a fellow, and you have a lovely cunt. Now, if we have complete trust in each other we can have great fun-and I will tell you all sorts of exciting things. What do you say?"
"Yes, Dick. You are a good, clever boy, and I am very fond of you," and we sealed our bargain with a kiss.
"Queenie, you shall be my own love, and I will marry you when you are grown up and I have an estate of my own. But now, tell me, do you know the name of what you are holding in your hand and petting so nicely?"
"No, Dick; what is it called?"
"It is called a prick, and this, you know, is called a cunt, and putting the prick into the cunt is the nicest feeling in the world and is called fucking. Now lean back, raise your knees and open your thighs as widely as ever you can and let us fuck together; if I can get my prick into your cunt you will know what a delightful thing fucking is."
I laid back and spread my thighs, and putting my hands down I tried to open my cunt as much as I could while he knelt down between my legs and pressed the head of his prick against the opening.
He pushed and worked away, and I heaved up and helped by every means in my power, but all in vain; for he could not get it in. At last some white juice spurted out of his prick and he had to give up, almost crying at his want of success. I fully sympathised with him, and said, "But Dick, how do you know it is meant to go there at all?"
"Why, I have seen it go in many a time. Shall I tell you what I saw only last week?"
"Please do, Dick. I would very much like to hear it."
"You know old Snigger, who keeps the plantation 'cat' and flogs the slaves when they are sent to him with a note from my father? Last week our Polly was lazy and impudent, and he resolved to give her a lesson by sending her a Snigger. So he wrote 'Give this girl a round dozen to teach her better manners,' and sent her with the note.
"I knew what was in the note and why she was sent, so I followed her quietly, and going to the rear of the punishment house I was able to look in and see all that passed.
"The old fellow led her in and fastened the door. When the poor girl knew why she was sent there she seemed quite dumbfounded, and burst out crying. He tried to comfort her by saying, 'I know you, Polly, and if you are good and quiet I won't hurt you much.' He then tied her hands and placed her leaning forward over a beam ,so that he bottom was well cocked up.
"Then he raised her petticoat and flung it over her head and shoulders, and putting his hand between her legs forced them widely apart, on which she squealed out and threatened all sorts of things.
"'Very well,' he said, 'if you won't keep quiet you must only suffer for it,' and bringing down the 'cat' he gave her a smart cut across her naked bottom. She jumped and gave a yell.
"'All right,' he said, giving her another, 'now perhaps you will keep quiet and behave yourself."
"'Oh yes, Mr. Snigger, I will be as quiet as I can; but don't hit so hard, you hurt me terribly."
"'I don't want to hurt you at all, Polly,' he said, putting his hand between her fat thighs and spreading them further apart, then gazing at her open cunt.
"He then loosen his pants and pulled out his tool. You would be surprised at what a big prick the old fellow has. He made it wag its great purple knob as he held it in his hand.
"Then, holding her by the hips, he drove it at her cunt; but when she felt it between the lips she cried, 'Stop! You mustn't do that!'
"'You want another dose of the 'cat,' my lady?' he said, drawing back and giving her a lash.
"'Oh! Mr. Snigger! Don't whip me any more! I will let you do anything you please!'
"'Now you speak like a sensible girl,' he said, and coming up close again, he opened the glowing lips of her cunt, inserted the head of his prick, and slowly pushed it up. As it disappeared he leaned forward on her back, put his hands down under her belly and spread them over her cunt, and made his prick pass in and out through his fingers. You would have been surprised, Queenie, to have seen with what ease the great prick passed up into her belly arid how, when he began to fuck with regular in-and-out thrusts, she poked hez bottom out to meet every push.
"When he finished he made her promise never to tell anyone what he had done to her.
"'If you do, and I have you here again, you will catch it.' She knew that this was no idle boast so she let him kiss her, and then went quickly away.
"Would you have liked to have seen that, Queenie?"
"I would, very much. Are girls often sent to him?"
"Oh, yes, almost every day. I will tell you the next time, and then we can go together. Won't that be fun?"
I promised to go with him, and then he departed.
CHAPTER TWO
My Strange Dream: My Maid Zilla
The next time my father sent for me after dinner I made an excuse for not going, for my newly awakened feelings rather caused me to shrink from him now.
But that same night my nurse made some of her peculiar tea. I tried to avoid drinking it, but she pressed it so strongly on me that I could not help taking some.
Soon afterwards I fell into a heavy sleep, and out of that-from some cause or other-I passed into a curious state of half-unconsciousness, and either saw or dreamed that Papa was in our room and lying on nurse's naked body.
Then I seemed to be carried over to them, and laid on my back by her side in such a way that he could kiss my cunny as he worked his bottom up and down over her.
All the time I was quite powerless and totally unable to speak or move .though I had a dreamy perception of all that was going on. Nurse then got over him with her bottom towards his face, her breasts resting on his belly and her head between his raised thighs. After a while she said, "Ah! I've got him into life again. What shall we do with him now?"
"Could we get him into Queenie, do you think?" asked my father.
"Isn't she too young as yet? It would hurt her I'm sure."
"She is turned eleven, and I have often fucked girls as young as she is; for in this country, as you know, girls are very precocious. We will grease her little crack and this poor fellow, not being very strong, won't hurt her too much."
She brought some cold cream and moistened my cunt while he worked his fingers in and out until at last he forced two fingers up together. Then he got nurse to kneel on all fours on the bed, and placing me on her back he held up my legs and knelt between them. After working his prick a few moments in her wet cunt, he put its well-moistened head in my little chink; then, holding me firmly by the shoulders, he gradually forced it in.
I felt a dull sensation of pain as it entered and moved up, yet I could neither stir nor cry out; but when it was well inside it seemed to fill me with warmth and satisfaction. I heard Nurse asking if he had got it in.
"Oh yes, easily," he replied, and he lifted me in his arms staked on the engine of bliss, and began to carry me round the room.
The motion was so delightful that it partially aroused me; for the action of the prick fairly convulsed my cunt with delicious throbs, and I clung round him with my arms and legs.
But he soon laid me in the bed, and I was conscious of nothing more until the morning, when a feeling of soreness in my cunt brought back the dream to my recollection.
Nurse examined my nightdress and noticing some spots she took it away and said I must have been scratching myself in the night.
I kept my own counsel and said nothing. My father, always had young, good-looking slave girls to do the housework and wait on him, and I now began to understand and find out why.
I soon learned, moreover, that all the planters round about, whether married or single, were similarly supplied, and that they were not thought any the worse for it, as it was the universal habit of the country.
My father, being one of the wealthier of them, only carried on matters on a grander scale. Whenever he invited his friends to dinner-and he never had anything but gentlemen's parties-after they had imbibed a sufficient quantity of drink he used to call in a number of these girls and make them strip and dance naked. Then would follow a regular orgy, which would end only when they all rolled off to bed together.
I heard all this from a pretty slave named Zilly, whom Papa had lately appointed as my special waiting maid. She attended me in the bathroom, and nothing seemed to please her more than when I let her kiss and suck my cunt.
She told me that my father had a splendid prick, and that he fucked so delightfully that the girls were always contending who should go to him at night; his bedroom door was always open, and one or two went to him every night, and he loved to have his prick petted and sucked.
While telling me these things she kept playing with my cunt probing and frigging it, and inserting the tip of her finger in the little round hole behind, which I found excited me greatly. I asked her if she went to him very often.
"As often as I get the chance," she replied.
"But are you not too young? Doesn't it hurt you to have such a big thing pushed up inside your belly?"
"Not in the least. Missy. I was not nearly so tall as you when I was first fucked. Put in your finger and feel how open I am now."
To my suprise, her cunt admitted three, or even four of my fingers, and with the greatest ease.
"You are much more open than I am; now tell me, do you find fucking as pleasant as they say?"
"Oh yes, it is grand. There is nothing like it in the world. How you would enjoy it, Missy! Ah! If you only saw two people fucking, you would never rest until you were fucked yourself."
"At all events, I would very much like to see how it is done; could you not contrive, Zilla, to let yourself be fucked while I was looking on-of course, myself concealed?"
"Well, Missy, if it would gratify you I think I can manage it. But first I want to show you something. Master is not at home today. Come, let us explore his rooms."
She led me to a room which I had always found locked but of which she had the key. It contained only some broad couches, some very lascivious pictures on the walls, and a very room press. Several large mirrors were fixed on the walls, and a splendid chandelier hung from the ceiling.
"This is the place where the Master and his friends hold their orgies," Zilla said, "but he will be alone this evening."
She opened the press, which was full of loose gauze robes hanging up, and continued:
"We sometimes hide in here to see what is going on; but he does not mind, and never looks in himself. What do you think of hiding in here tonight? You would see all sorts of funny things, and no one would know you were there."
"But what would I do if I were found out?"
"There would be very little chance of that; anyway, I could so disguise you that you would not be recognized even in the full glare of all these lights. You would only have to let down your hair, put on the same light dress we wear, and stain your face and arms with an oil which can be easily washed off next morning. Do, Missy! Try it-you will have more fun than I can describe, and really no risk. I will be there, and you will see me fucked, and probably others. You can tell Nurse that you are going to pass the night with your Papa. Come here before he leaves the dining room and I will settle you in the press and stay near it, to take out any dresses that may be wanted."
At last I consented, and in due course found myself standing almost naked among the gauze dresses in the press, while Zilla peeped in now and then to tell me everything was all right.
After some time. Papa came in looking very flushed. He had only a dressing gown on and was followed by three girls, one of whom was Zilla. with nothing whatever on them but their stockings, held by tine elastic, and shoes.
He threw himself on his back on the couch opposite the press, said he was tired, and asked the girls to dance and play before him.
Two of them embraced and commenced walking round the room. They pushed their legs in between each other's thighs and displayed their cunts and bottoms as much as they possibly could.
As they went on they grew more excited, smacking each other's rump, and pulling the hair of each other's cunt. Then they laid one on top of the other and pretended to fuck, after which they reversed and licked each other's cunt.
All this time Zilla knelt at my father's side, petting his prick and smiling towards the press as she made it stand up stiffly.
She even winked when she drew down the soft skin and uncovered its large, swelling knob, red and shining like a ripe plum.
But Papa soon directed her to get over his face, and called the others to come and manipulate his prick and bottom.
Zilla then knelt with her knees on each side of his shoulders, to enable her to place her cunt full on his mouth, while one of the girls lay between his legs, lifted them up and pressed hack his hams', and thus got tree access to his upturned bottom into which she thrust her tongue as far as she could roach.
The other girl held his prick in her mouth but without frigging it. which, I observed, she carefully avoided as she sucked the head and gently stirred the balls. After a few moments he cried: "Enough, my pets! Now ring the bell!"
Zilla jumped up and pulled a bell-rope. Immediately, the door opened and three lusty black fellows sprang in and began chasing the girls about the room.
The blacks were perfectly naked Sometimes they would catch the girls, and Hinging them down they would feel their cunts and try to fuck them; but the girls would always manage to break away before they could finish.
Suddenly the girls disappeared, leaving the three men looking very foolish with their black pricks sticking out like ships' bowsprits before them. Then they, too, rushed out to hunt after the girls, and soon one of them returned dragging one of the girls with him.
He laid her on a couch and was into her in a moment. But he had only fucked her a few strokes when another pair rushed in and dragged him off; then the newcomer took his place, thrust his prick into the open cunt, and fucked away.
The man who was dragged off seemed in no way put out, for he seized the girl that came in last, laid her on her back and charged into her cunt.
Then in came the third pair. The second man was now pulled off in turn, only to be replaced by the third.
So they went on, each girl being partially fucked by each of the men one after the other, which, Zilla afterwards informed me, is a most agreeable way of fucking.
In the midst of the confusion the lights were suddenly put out and we were left in total darkness.
I held the press door firmly from the inside .but Zilla came whispering: "Open, Missy, and let me in."
I opened the door and she slipped in, and clasping me in her arms she pressed her naked body against mine. Immediately I felt a hand moving all over my bottom and cunt.
"Is that you. Zilla, squeezing my bottom?" I asked.
"Yes dear. Open your legs more. More still. Lean against me and poke your bottom out. I want to play with it."
"Oh Zilla, that's not your hand! What are you pushing into me? Stop! It is hurting me! Oh Zilla! What do you mean? You are holding me for somebody to-what are you doing, you horrid man? Oh, Zilla, he is hurting me, he is splitting me up!"
"Be quiet. Missy. Don't make so much noise or you will have the whole lot of them in on us."
Meanwhile, I felt what I knew was a large prick forced up into my cunt from behind, while a pair of strong arms held me firmly around the waist and a hairy chin pressed on my shoulder.
Zilla put her hands between my legs, chuckled, and whispered: "Now Missy, you have it and no mistake. It's right up into your maiden cunny. How does it feel to be crammed with fine prick? Oh, yes. wag your little bottom; that's the way to enjoy a fuck."
Just then the press door was forcibly pulled open, and one of the black fellows caught hold of Zilla, crying out: "Here she is. I have her again!"
Her back was towards the door, and in a trice his prick was darting into her cunt, and by the impulse of her body against mine I knew that she was being fucked with tremendous vigour.
Whoever was behind me now fell-to again, and each time Zilla was banged against me in front my bottom got a shove from behind as the prick darted into my cunt.
Zilla, panting with excitement, kissed me and said, "Daring Missy, put your hand down and feel Sambo's prick fucking me."
I lowered my hand to the bottom of her belly and felt the fat, hairy lips of her cunt clinging round a sturdy prick.
Both prick and cunt were reeking with moisture which moisture which made my fingers smell for hours afterwards.
Sambo speedily discharged and retired; so did my friend behind, who then slipped out quickly in the dark, and we were left alone.
"Zilla, take me to my room,' 'I said. "I am tired and frightened to death. You are a bad girl. I won't trust you again."
"Forgive me, my darling Missy. I only meant to give you a treat. You haven't been hurt, for a good fuck never does anyone any harm."
I was soon in bed and fast asleep, for I was tired aned exhausted. Next morning, however, after being refreshed by my bath. I was more inclined to laugh with Zilla over the whole affair: but I could not prevail on her to tell me who it was who came behind me in the press, though I had my suspicions.
I had now been fucked twice, but somehow not in the regular way, and I longed for Dick to come and give me a more satisfactory lesson.
I was soon gratified, for that afternoon Dick came in with a radiant face and told me that a lazy and impudent girl and two others were to be sent to Snigger at four o'clock by my father's instructions, and that he had got a key for the door which opened into the loft over the punishment room.
It was half-filled with dry flax, he said, but, by shifting it, an excellent view of all that passed below could be seen through the loose boarding of the floor.
"So put on your things and come along. We have just got time to get comfortably settled before the fun begins."
We hurried off, and when we had entered the loft Dick carefully closed the door, locked it, and took out the key.
We then made a comfortable nest for ourselves amid the flax, over a large aperture in the floor through which, Dick said, we should have a clear sight of Snigger's operations on the bottoms and cunts of the poor girls.
He pulled up my dress and I opened his trousers, and then we laid head to tail together so that he could see and explore all the crannies between my legs while I was able with equal facility to investigate the fascination of his prick and balls.
While thus engaged I gave him a full account of all that took place the evening before, with the exception of my having been fucked myself.
In return he told me how he had seen his father fucking slave girls scores of times, and that on one occasion he stole out of his bed at night when he heard sounds of great revelry in the house, and on creeping to the open door of the parlour he saw his father chasing with a birch rod four naked women round the room, hitting heir botoms as hard as he could.
When he caught one he made her lean forward on the table with her bare bum cocked up; then two of the others ran forward and dragged her legs widely apart while the other held open the lips of her cunt, pushed in his father's prick, and tickled his bottom as he fucked away.
Dick was intensely watching this performance when he suddenly sneezed and startled the girls, and one of them, running to the door, caught him and dragged him in.
His father told them to take off his shirt and give him a good whipping for peeping when he should have been in bed.
This direction they at once prepared to carry out, but one of the girls, whose cunt he had often tickled, seized him by the prick as she was taking off his shirt and proposed that one of them should lie down with Dick on top of her, and that she should hold him tight while the others touched up his rump.
To this they all agreed, and they told her to lay down as it was she who had proposed it.
"She complied, and I was placed on top of her very willingly, for I was longing for a fuck. But they tantalised me by holding my prick in their hands and rubbing it hard all round the lips of her cunt.
"I heaved up and down, hoping to drive it in; but they always pulled it aside, while my father and all of them laughed at my frantic efforts to get it in.
"'Do let me in,' I implored. 'I cannot hold out much longer."
"'Yes, do!' the girl under me cried. 'I want it too!'
"At last they placed it right, and with one plunge my prick rushed up the hot recess. Oh! What delicious heat! How she bounded under me at every stroke! Lifting her legs, she crossed them over my back while they tickled my bottom with the rod.
"'You can leather away now as hard as you like!' I cried, for all the feeling of my body seemed concentrated in my prick, which felt as if it was bathed in bliss.
"They all said I fucked like a man, and that I was worthy of admission to the ranks of love. Oh, Queenie, you have given me such pleasure! I think a good suck, while you play with my balls and so delightfully finger my bottom, is equal to any fuck. Did you swallow my seed?"
"Yes, Dick, every drop."
"That's right. Now I must give you a new pleasure in return. Let me put this bundle of flax under your bottom to raise it up-so. Now hold back the cheeks while I suck it."
Then getting close behind me, he sucked my bottom hole, pushing in his tongue so that I felt the tip moving round and round inside and stirring up most delicious sensations throughout the whole region of love.
I did not know until then what a large amount of feeling there is in our bottoms and how closely connected they must be with our cunts. After a few moments, he asked, "Do you like having your bottom sucked, darling?"
"Yes, very much. I think it is the nicest feeling I have ever had."
"Does it increase the feeling in your cunt?"
"Yes, in the most delightful way."
"Do you feel as if you are near to spending?"
"Yes, my cunt and bottom feel all aglow. A very little more sucking or frigging would make it come."
"Well now darling, I want you to put your hands down again, hold open the lips of your cunt, and show me exactly where you have the most feeling and how best to excite it."
I put my hands down, and spreading open the lips I pressed the clitoris and rubbed the tip of my finger up and down between the nymphoe or inner lips of my cunt.
"Now I'll suck the entrance while you rub with your finger. At the same time go on telling me how you feel, and especially when you are spending."
"Yes, Dick. My cunt is growing hotter and hotter as you suck it and I frig the clitoris! Oh! It is getting very nice! I can't keep quiet! I must twist about and heave up! Now! Now suck. Dick! Push your tongue well in! Oh! What a lovely tongue-fuck! Squeeze my bottom and move your finger along inside it! Suck harder! Oh! Oh! I'm spending!"
I writhed in ecstasy while Dick supped up the soft effusion that distilled with so much pleasure from my fountain of delight.
Just then-but what happened is worthy of a chapter to itself, and so we will leave it.
CHAPTER THREE
Lizzy
In the midst of our sweet delirium we heard steps on the stairs leading up to the loft, and Dick had only time to draw the flax over us when the door was unlocked and to my surprise and horror my father's voice sounded in my ears.
He had a lady with him whom I did not know then but whom he called Lizzy. He carefull arranged a snug corner for her within a few yards of our hiding place, and then said, "Now, Lizzie, my pet, we are perfectly safe from observation here and we can enjoy ourselves without fear of intrusion while we watch Snigger and the girls. The old fellow, I am told, gloats over their naked bums and always fucks the fattest before or after the whipping. Would you mind taking off some of your clothes, the loft is so hot and this corselet of yours is always in the way."
"Are you sure, Robert, that no one can see us here?"
"How could they, when we found the door locked and I re-locked it after we entered."
He then spread his coat for her to lie on while she divested herself of everything, even her chemise, and let down her hair.
I could see through the flax that she was young, of a fair complexion, and exceedingly pretty.
Dick told me afterwards that she was the wife of a neighbouring planter named Hobbs, who was a worn-out debouchee, and that he was said to be very jealous of her but otherwise not to care much for her, as he seemed to prefer the embraces of his numerous black mistresses.
"It was very good of you to come over today, Lizzy, when you knew I was longing to see you. But how did you get away from the Ogre?" (meaning her husband).
"I told him I wanted to make some purchases in town, and to satisfy him I said I would enquire about some cigars he was expecting. Having done this, I rode on here."
Papa took her in his arms, kissed her and said, "Take him out yourself, my pet. He loves the touch of your soft fingers, it always puts new life into him."
She pretended to look shy as she unfastened his trousers down the front, put her hand inside, and drew out his fine, handsome prick.
Although it was my own father's prick, from which my natural instinct inclined me to turn away my face, yet, in my then excited state, I could not help regarding it with the greatest interest.
I especially admired the milky whiteness of its shaft, and the look of pride with which is reared its purple head as she drew down the covering skin.
As she kissed its glowing top, and sucked it in her mouth, he said, "Tell me its name, Lizzy."
She looked up and answered: "Prick."
"And this soft mouth with its silky moustache, what is it called?" he asked, as he separated her yielding legs.
"Cunt-my cunt," she replied, dwelling most lasciviously on the "fast two letters n and t."
"That's a pet. Now what shall we do with this prick and cunt?"
"Let them fuck, of course. What are they made for but for fucking?"
"Does the Ogre often fuck you?"
"No, but he is always trying to put his nasty prick into my bottom, and sometimes he hurts me terribly."
"He is a brute; and yet fucking in the bottom is not so bad when it is done gently and nicely."
"Ah, I would let you fuck me anywhere, Robert."
"My pet, we will try it that way some day. Does he ever fuck any of the girls in front of you?"
"Oh yes. He has often tied me down and fucked them so close to me that I could not avoid seeing all that was done; then he would take his prick out of their cunts and make me kiss it. When I refused one day, he brought in a slave, and having stripped me naked he held open my cunt and the slave fucked me before them all. Oh! He is a horrid beast and I hate him."
"How I wish I could take you from his altogether; but it is better for you to put up with him and come to me as often as you can. Ah, here comes the first girl, a saucy, impudent hussy. I wrote to him to give her two dozen, and I hope he will cut into her well. Get on your knees, pet, and while you are watching them through the slit in the floor I will watch the other slit between your legs."
Snigger took the note from the girl, read it with a grin, and commenced tying her hands.
"Oh, Mr. Snigger, this is the first time I have ever been sent here. Please be good and don't uncover me."
"Well, I must fasten you at all events."
He secured her as usual, so that she was leaning over the beam; but when he attempted to raise her petticoat she screamed and kicked with all her might .
"Ah, my lady, I will soon stop that," he said, and taking a long flat piece of wood he fastened her feet to each end, thus fixing them at their widest stretch.
Then, not heeding her cries, he pulled up her clothes and passed his lecherous hands deliberately over her naked belly and bottom and the insides of her thighs. Then, opening the lips of her cunt he looked inside and poked his finger up.
She threatened him at the higest pitch of her voice; but her abuse only seemed to add zest to his pleasure, for he laughed as he took out his prick and placed its ribucan head between the thickly covered lips of her cunt and slowly drove it up.
"What is he doing?" I heard Papa ask Mrs. Hobbs.
He is admiring her big black bottom and hairy quim; now he is putting in his prick. There! He has driven it all inside, and his belly is pressed against her rump! He is taking it out of her quim now. Oh, I do declare, he is fucking her bottom-and she likes it!"
"Why not? May I try yours, Lizzy?"
"You may, dearest. I could not refuse you anything: but do it gently, won't you, Robert."
"You may be assured of that. Now try and open it as much as ever you can while I grease my knob in your spunky quim. There. Now it is in. Does it hurt you, pet?"
"No, dearest, I like it. Your prick would not hurt me anywhere." Papa leaned over her back with his hands on her cunt. and they both panted as his prick passed in and out.
This scene excited Dick greatly. He wetted his fingers and began to frig my bottom. I knew what he wanted, and whispered: "You may," for the sight of my father's fine prick slipping in and out between the beautiful white globes of Lizzy's bottom had stirred up all the lust in my nature and made even my bottom itch for a prick.
"I will moisten it in your cunt first," he whispered in reply. "Put you hands behind you and open your bottom as if you were going to do something."
I did so, and he squeezed the head of his prick inside.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
"It's lovely! Frig my cunt as well, dear. Ah! That's nice, Dick. Fucking in the bottom is not so bad after all."
"Oh, it's grand!" said Dick.
The sensation of pleasure was now so intense that we could no longer restrain ourselves, and we both grunted aloud together.
"Hallo!" cried Papa, looking in our direction. "Here's Queenie and young Dick fucking away like mad. Dick, you rascal, you should have asked my permission before fucking my daughter. However, I am sure you did your work well, so I must forgive you."
In fact, I have not the least doubt that he was rather pleased than otherwise; for should any 'accident' occur to me it would be very convenient to have Dick to lay the blame on.
So, when I hid myself in the flax, he pulled me out. Then, kissing me, he told me not to be alarmed, for he was not at all angry, and putting his hand under my bottom he raised it up so that Mrs. Hobbs might see my cunt.
"Don't you think she has a pretty little cunt, Lizzy? So fair, and smooth, and so beautifully red inside."
Mrs. Hobbs looked at it, and then stooped down and kissed it. In doing so she elevated her own plump posterior, and Papa, winking at Dick, pointed to it, saying, "My friend Dick is admiring your splendid arse, and is no doubt wishing to be allowed a closer inspection; but I fancy Queenie has pumped him dry for a time."
Dick only laughed, and putting his hand on the well-rounded cheeks of her bottom, said, "May I feel you, dear Mrs. Hobbs?"
"Well, Dick, as you have seen all that has passed it can't make much difference; and if you promise to be discreet, and never tell, I have no objection to your sharing in our amusements."
Dick was delighted to have access to a new cunt, and he pressed her bottom and kissed its cheeks while he poked his fingers into the recess of her cunt and drew open the fat, moist lips ornamented with light, curly hair.
Meanwhile, Papa played with my chink of love, saying he always admired a cunt more before the hairs grew than afterwards.
"These plump, smooth lips, so round and white, look so very innocent and inviting."
"Yes," said Mrs. Hobbs. "I quite agree with you. I think my own cunt would be much nicer without hair."
"No!" cried Dick from behind. "It could not be nicer than it is. This silky hair is lovely," and he prolonged his delight by rubbing his prick all over the soft and pouting lips of her cunt.
Mrs. Hobbs laughed, and pleased with his attentions she spread her thighs and pushed out her bottom, saying, '"Well, anyway, I like a good fuck, Dick, so put your prick in and get to work."
Papa smiled at her ardour, and taking my hand he placed it on his own prick, saying, "I bet that young rascal has taught you how to frig a prick, too."
I now held in my hand that engine which some 12 years ago deposited in my mother's womb the germ of my being, and I must confess that the idea rather added to my pleasure.
I smiled as I watched it regather its strength and stiffen while I frigged its smooth shaft and drew back the skin from its head.
Lizzy laughed and said:
"Look how she cuddles her father's prick. You seem well acquainted with it. dear. Have you ever given her a taste of it in her cunt, Robert?"
"Now. Lizzy, you know the old saying: ask no questions and you will hear no lies."
"Well, try it now, at all events. I have got possession of her sweetheart, so it is only fair exchange that she should have mine."
"Shall I. Queenie?" Papa asked, leaning over me.
"You may. Papa, if you wish," I said, turning over on my back and spreading open my thighs.
"Hold on, Dick!" cried Mrs. Hobbs, who was on her hands and knees with Dick fucking away from behind. "Wait till they begin-and you, Robert, put something under her bottom so that we can see your prick working in her cunt better."
Then, supporting herself by her left hand against the pressure of Dick's weight on her rear, she took Papa's prick in her right hand, and placing its head between the lips of my cunny watched it disappear amidst its rosy folds.
Papa's large prick slipped in now with the greatest of ease, much to the satisfaction of us both. As he drove it home, I involuntarily gave the peculiar spread of the thighs and sympathetic heave of the loins which women cannot help doing when anyone is making them really enjoy a fuck.
My father noticed it, and he whispered in my ear, "My dearest Queenie, do you like my fucking you?"
"Yes, dear Papa, I do, very much," I said, compressing his prick in my cunt and squeezing him in my arms. "Why should you not fuck me if you wish to? You have given me all I have, and I love you very much."
Then pressing him closer I asked, "Does the thought of fucking your own daughter increase the feeling of pleasure, Papa?"
"Yes, my darling, it certainly does. I don't think I have ever enjoyed a fuck so much before in all my life."
Here let me pause to remark that I am simply relating certain incidents in the early life of an untrained and ill-educated girl of warm disposition and loving temperament surrounded by a variety of evil influences.
I don't write this down, however,, as an excuse, for my object is not to moralise but only to gratify and excite.
I therefore record the facts just as they occurred, and leave my readers to think or feel just as they like.
But to return: A great commotion was now heard in the room underneath which arrested the attention of us all.
Peeping down, we saw that two new girls had come in, and that being sturdy young women they had proved more than a match for old Snigger.
One had caught him in her arms, while the other tied his hands together. They then dragged him to a rope which hung from a pulley in the rafters, and having fastened his hands to one end they hoisted him up until he was standing on tip-toe.
Meanwhile they laughed at his threats and cries, declaring that it was their turn now and that they would pay him in kind by letting him feel the scratches of his own cat, and also, as one of them merrily proposed, by drawing out of his wicked tool every drop of spunk he possessed so that he would not be able to fuck for a month at least.
So. after letting down his trousers and tucking up his shirt one of them commenced behind by vigorously operating on his rump with the cat, while the other in front frigged his prick with a skilful hand.
The beat behind and the friction in front soon made him spend, which he did not object to; but when they went on for a second bout, and after that a third, he complained terribly, while his prick seemed to have shrunk up to nothing.
"It's no use going on," said the one who was frigging him. "his old prick has gone dead altogether."
"Show him your cunt!" cried the other from behind, still pounding away.
She let go of his useless prick, and holding up her skirt and spreading open her cunt lips she showed him its red inside glistening with heat and moisture: but he, perhaps for the first time in his life, turned his face away from the luscious sight and languidly closed his eyes.
"Make him smell it!" cried she with the cat. "There's nothing like the smell of a cunt. Sambo tells me."
The one in front then drew up a table that was near, and getting on it she stood so as to bring her cunt close up to his face and rubbed it against his nose.
The other, pushing her hands between his legs from behind, worked on his prick and balls with such effect that in a short time she made the unfortunate man actually spend for the fourth time by frigging.
He was now utterly exhausted and ready to faint; so they let him down, and as he lay on the floor they warned him emphatically: "Remember, if you dare to say one word about us we will tell everybody all that has happened, and then you will be the laughing stock of the whole plantation."
And so they departed in great glee at their success.
We, too, laughed at the scene, for all we agreed with Mrs. Hobbs that the old fellow had only got what he deserved.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sambo, and the Events preceding my Departure from Home
In the warm climate, frequent bathing becomes not only a luxury but almost a necessity of life.
My father fully understood this, and being a man remarkable for his attention to personal hygiene, he impressed his habits on his household; and to afford them greater facility he had several bathrooms fitted up in his commodious habitation.
I took my bath every day as regularly as I did my meals, and sometimes a second or third when the day was very hot.
I liked to have Zilla with me in the bath, for she was spritely and full of fun; and afterwards, before resuming our clothing, we usually reclined together on a couch to rest and luxuriate in the freedom of our limbs from the constraint of dress, with all its botherations of hooks, buttons and strings.
The view and feel of our naked bodies would thus suggest subjects of conversation of an amatory and confidential nature; and Zilla seemed always to make it a point to introduce such subjects, and both by words and acts try to draw me into lascivious talk.
She even induced me to describe my sensations at the different times when I had been fucked, and how I liked to feel and handle pricks.
She would kiss and pet my cunt, and then place me in different positions best suited for feeling and frigging me.
The reason for all this, as I found out afterwards, was to please and gratify my father, who, by means of a spy-hole which had been specially constructed, was able to watch our proceedings and hear everything we said.
On one of these occasions I asked which gave her the most pleasure, a black or a white prick.
She replied that although the colour did not much matter, provided they were equally strong and active, she preferred being fucked by a white man, but that some of the blacks, and especially Sambo, had the most enormous pricks.
"Oh! Missy! At first sight you would think that he would split you up; but somehow, once the big knob was in, you would by no means object to its large size."
"I would very much like to feel what fucking by a black man's prick would be like," I said.
"Then, Missy, take my place tonight and you will be gratified, for I have promised Sambo to let him in for an hour and he won't know you in the dark."
So we arranged to exchange beds for the night.
Then I asked her to give me some idea beforehand of his usual method of procedure. She replied, "He always straddles over me first and lets me suck him off.
This makes him even more excited and randy, and he knows I adore swallowing his spunk."
When I had retired in Zilla's bed that night it was not long before I heard Sambo creep into the dark room, and as I was stretched out stark naked on the bed waiting for him I felt him grope at the bedside and then clamber up and straddle over me with his prick directed towards my open mouth, which eagerly closed around his shaft.
I nibbled it gently with my teeth and ran my tongue all over the big knob, at the same time massaging his big balls with my skilful fingers.
Suddenly I felt a thrill pass through Sambo's frame: his prick bounded in my mouth, while his spunk poured down my throat in quick gushes of rapture and delight.
The intensity of the feeling forced him to exclaim, to my confusion and amazement: "Darling Queenie, it is I! What exquisite pleasure you have given me! How deliciously you have sucked my prick!"
"Oh, Papa! I thought you were Sambo! I am glad to have given you so much pleasure, but how did you know I was here?"
"Well, to tell you the truth I was close to you this morning when you were taking your bath with Zilla, and I heard your arrangement with her to enable you to have a taste of Sambo's great prick. And I am not surprised at your curiosity, for he certainly has an enormous tool. It's as big as that of any jackass-, and all the women on the estate are mad for it.
"I knew that he would be here shortly, and my intention was to steal a march upon him and have you myself first, so as to smooth the way for his huge weapon and prevent your being hurt by its unusual dimensions. But the suction of your mouth was so delightful that I could not withdraw my prick in time.
"However, I don't expect you will suffer much inconvenience, as your cunt is unusually large and ripe for so young a girl."
But while he was talking another pair of hands commenced playing about with me, and I found that Zilla had been present all the time.
"Dear Missy, I have brought you some nice ointment. Let me put a little of it inside your cunny, it will prevent Sambo tearing it with his powerful weapon."
She pushed a quantity of the softening ungent up my cavity of delight and then, suddenly pausing, said, "Shush! Here he comes."
She slipped noiselessly round to the other side of the bed just as Sambo opened the door and entered the room.
I was almost terrified by all these warnings and preparations, and I began to repent of my undertaking. But it was now too late to change my mind, for in less than a moment I felt his great paw groping around my cunt.
But he stopped almost at once, as if surprised, and with a low chuckle, he said, "Golly, Miss Zilla, what have you done with your cunt? It has lost all its hair! It's as smooth as the back of my hand."
It now occurred to me, for the first time, that although I was the same height and build as Zilla he would find a great difference in our cunts, for hers had a fine profusion of thick curly hair, while mine at that time had only a suspicion of the luxurious growth which was later to cover it.
"But all the same," he went on, "this smooth little cunt is very nice whether you are Miss Zilla or Miss Somebody Else, and it has a good smell, too," he said, kissing my cunt and thrusting his tongue inside with considerable force.
"Now, Missy, where is your little hand? Put it here on Sambo's tool."
He took my hand and placed it on his huge affair. Oh! That WAS a prick! I am certain I don't exaggerate when I say it must have been more than a foot long, and thick in proportion. The head was tremendous. It was as big as my two little tits put together.
I felt it with amazement and began to fear for my cunt in great anxiety.
"Oh, Missy! What do you think? Will I get it in? You need not be afraid, for although he is big he is very slippery and will creep in like a snake through the grass. Suppose we try? But first give him a nice big kiss, for that will make him loving and tender.
He pushed his huge prick towards my mouth, and I held it in both hands. It was very muscular and seemed instilled with life.
I rubbed the large soft head on my lips, for I did not suppose that my mouth was big enough to take it in. However, the moment my mouth opened he pushed it in. It filled the whole aperture inside-and kept my jaws at their widest stretch. I had certainly never had so large nor so strange a mouthful before.
"Golly, how nice!" he grunted, moving it slowly back and forth through my lips.
I had tasted Dick's seed several times, and I had just swallowed a quantity of my father's; now the desire took possession of me to taste what Sambo's was like.
So I sucked the head while I frigged the stiff column of his prick and felt his enormous balls, which were more like a stallion's than a man's.
The whole prick grew larger, stiffer, and hotter; then, all of a sudden, a mighty flood of steaming spunk burst into my mouth faster than I could swallow and bubbled out at the corners. It seemed very hot and thick, and had a strange aromatic flavour. Sambo's grunts were now alarming.
"Oh! Ah! Oh!" Then with a great sigh he sank down by my side.
All this time there was a rustling and a shaking going on at the opposite side of the bed, and I heard Zilla's suppressed titter, so I knew that they were at prick and cunt work, too, and enjoying all which was going on.
I was afraid to say a word lest I should betray myself, so I quietly wiped my mouth and awaited the further progress of events.
Sambo speedily recovered, and putting his hands under my bottom and his head between my thighs he again kissed and sucked my cunt; then, rising, he flung himself on top of me on the bed.
Now came the ordeal which I both dreaded and longed for. I felt the hugh prick poking its round head against my cunt; the tender opening seemed already over-stretched by its attempted entrance, but I was resolved to endure any amount of pain provided the passage was finally effected.
So I put down my hand, and opening the lips widely with my fingers I placed his slanting knob at the critical spot.
He then made a downward shove, forcing the monstrous head just inside the lips. I spread my thighs to their widest stretch and heaved up to him, but still it stuck just inside the entrance.
Then a sudden thought seemed to strike him, for he drew it back and daubed its head and my cunt plentifully with spittle. Then he replaced his prick in the mouth of my cunt and renewed his efforts.
This time he met with better success, for the huge well moistened head gradually forced its way in, and at last I enjoyed the supreme pleasure of a manly organ passing into and filling up the whole of my feminine recess.
For the life of me I could not help murmuring with a sigh of relief, "Oh! It's in! At last I have it! It's all inside!"
Zilla laughed and cried out, "Hold it, Missy! Hold it fast! Now, Sambo, fuck. FUCK!!"
"Who's that? Is that you, Zilla? Ah! You humbug poor old Sambo. Sambo humbug you another time."
"Fuck, you fool!" cried Zilla, coming behind him, and pushing her hand between us she felt the lips of my cunt stretched around the mighty shaft of Sambo's prick.
"You should go on your hands and knees and bless me for getting you the nicest cunt in the whole island."
At last the truth dawned on him.
"Oh! Darling little Queenie! You are very kind to poor Sambo. You have a lovely little cunt."
And he commenced a series of slow but delicious up and down heaves, making the huge tool press most luxuriously in and out between the clinging lips of my throbbing quim.
Zilla's fingers, too, greatly increased the sensation, as she felt the lips and pinched my clitoris, and I thought I felt my father's hand, too, with one of his fingers in my bottom hole.
Hearing a movement on my right I reached out my hand, and meeting his he placed it on his prick.
It sometimes happens in the experience of us all, that after long waiting our desires are accomplished, and then fortune, as if to make up for the delay, heaps her favours on the happy recipient, and to use the old saying, 'it not only rains but it pours."
So it was in this instance. I was at last gratified to the uttermost. I had in my cunt the largest prick I ever saw, fucking, fucking, fucking; in my hand I held my father's fine prick, frigging, frigging, frigging; while Zilla's fingers played with my cunt and bottom, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.
Still I wanted more. I turned my head to one side and drew it down to Papa's prick until I got its head in my mouth, so that I might at the same time enjoy its fragrance and velvety softness as I rolled my tongus round its palpitating head, sucking, sucking, sucking.
Thus, whlie Sambo fucked my cunt, I sucked my father's prick and Zilla frigged us all: and as she frigged she cried, "Go it, pricks, fuck cunts! Heave bellies! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" until a universal flow of spunk poured over prick, cunt and bottom, and we all rolled together in one mass of intermingled bodies.
After a while we recommenced feeling around, and the effects of different hands meeting together as they felt the neighbouring pricks and cunts was curious and exciting.
Sambo had taken father's prick in his mouth and was trying to suck out something more, while father played in my bottom with his tongue and licked my cunt.
Meanwhile, Zilla had managed to get over me with her cunt on my face, and she obviously enjoyed the titillations of my tongue and lips, for she quickly favoured me with a soft effusion.
But as we all felt nearly used up we now separated for the night, and in our several beds we sought that repose which we so much needed to recoup our exhausted powers.
* * *
Next morning my father met me as usual, but with a more affectionate manner. He made no reference to the previous evening, but after a fond embrace he told me that he had decided on sending me to a ladies' academy in one of the southern states of America, and that a friend of his, a Captain St. John, who commanded a trading vessel, would take care of me as far as New Orleans; he had just heard he was to sail in a fortnight, so I should not have very much time for making preparations.
I thanked him and promised to lose no time in getting myself ready.
I was of course sorry to leave him, specially now that I knew him better; but I felt he was right in sending me away, and the thought that I could improve my knowledge of the world reconciled me to the change.
Dick, too, had to leave, as his father had arranged to send him to one of the Island Colleges as a medical student.
We arranged to correspond regularly, and he assured me he would remain faithful to me for ever; but he laughed when, in reply, I made him promise to give me a true and exact account of all the girls he fell in love with, and also a full description of any amours he mightt engage in, or any love scenes he might witness; for I well knew he could not live without some amusement of that kind.
"And remember," I added, "I don't care how many girls you go with, provided you retain your love for me and tell me everything that happens."
I may add that Dick was faithful to his promise, and did send me from time to time very amusing accounts of his love adventures.
I have his letters still, and as some of them are exceedingly graphic in detail, I may, in the proper place, transcribe portions of them for the gratification of my readers.
The events I have related above, although massed together in the narrative, really occupied a period of three years.
I have selected only the most remarkable, and those which impressed themselves most deeply on my memory and thereby produced the greatest effect in the formation of my character.
We are all very much what early teaching and examples have made us, and those who have met with similar experiences to mine in their early youth know how impossible it is in after life to resist the bias and change the tone of the impressions produced, for they are lasting as life itself.
I refer to this fact because it throws light on the development of character as delineated in the following pages.
CHAPTER FIVE
Capt. St. John and his niece Laura
All preparations being completed, I was taken by my father on board the good ship 'Cammarrilla' and given in charge to Captain St. John.
My maid, Zilla accompanied me. She was in great spirits, not only on account of the new life before her, but because my father had promsed her her freedom if she served me faithfully until I was twenty-one.
I was glad to find on board the vessel, when I arrived, a pleasing and very good-looking young lady who was introduced to me by the Captain as his niece Laura.
The ship was to sail next morning so our first thought was to make ourselves as comfortable as we could.
A small cabin was allotted to me next to the one occupied by Laura. On the opposite side of the saloon were two similar cabins, occupied respectively by the captain and Mr. Yeats, the mate, who was agreeable and gentlemanly in his manner to we ladies.
Zilla had a snug cabin assigned to her in the fore part of the ship near the petty officers, which pleased her well, for she was an inveterate flirt.
The captain seemed a plain, honest seaman; a little hot-tempered, yet exceedingly kind and genial in his nature. He was a widower, about fifty years of age, but still in the prime of his life.
He always spoke of himself as r. professed admirer of the fair sex, which I soon verified as far as sex was concerned.
Laura was very friendly and communicative, and as the captain and mate were busy getting the ship in order for an early start, we were left alone almost all the first evening.
She showed me how to stow away my belongings in what she called ship-shape, that is, making the most of the very limited space at our disposal.
She told me this was her second trip with her uncle, who was her guardian, and that as he had no settled home she preferred being at sea with him to living on shore by herself. She said that he had many funny ways, and was fond of making free with any girl who would let him but that I need not be afraid for he really meant no harm.
"After all, Queenie, how very dull life would be if we were always straight-laced and never enjoyed a little fun when he can."
I said I quite agreed with her, and that although very young I had seen enough of the world to prove the truth of the poet's 'Every woman at heart is a rake'-"not that I quite understand what that means," I added.
She laughed, and promised to instruct me more fully if I wished. She said that I had come to a very good school for acquiring any learning I needed in this respect.
When it grew dark the captain and the matt came down, mixed some grog and prevailed on us to take a little, after which the captain said it would be as well for us to turn in as it was likely we would be awakened early when the ship was getting under way.
He wished me good-night, called me his dear child, and told me that he liked me not only for my father's sake but still more for my own, for he found me so innocent, pretty, and good. (I fear that like most men he was taken in with a pretty face, and thought that all the rest must follow suit.) Then, drawing me towards him, he kissed me on the cheek and directed Laura to see me comfortably settled in my berth.
Next morning I was awakened at dawn by a great trampling of feet and rasping of cables on the deck overhead. Soon afterwards the vessel began to heave and plunge as she felt the wind acting on her wide-spread canvas.
At first I thought the motion agreeable, but I quickly found it produced most unpleasant effects on my internal organs, and I felt for the first time that distress called sea-sickness.
As the motion went on the sickness increased, and I lay tossing and moaning in my berth.
At length the cabin boy peeped in to enquire when I wished to have breakfast.
I told him I wanted nothing, but to send in my maid Zilla, for I was very sick. He replied that she was quite as bed as myself, and so was Miss Laura, too, but that he would tell the captain.
The captain soon knocked on my door, and asked if he might enter. I called to him to come in. On entering he came up to the side of my berth, looked kindly at me, and told me to cheer up and to have some breakfast, and that I would be all right by and by.
"Oh, I am too sick to eat anything," I cried. "I feel as if I am going to die."
"Not at all," he said, raising me up, "you have plenty of life left in you yet."
He held me up with his arm around me, and sick as I was I noticed how his eyes gleamed as he caught a glimpse of my bare bosom through the opening of my nightdress.
"Lay me back," I muttered. "Oh! I am so sick!"
He laid me down, and as he smoothed my nightdress he passed his hands lightly over my breasts.
"You are very hot," he said thickly. "Shall I remove some of this thick covering?"
I muttered approval, and he drew off the coverlet and blanket. While doing so, he moved his hands over my thighs and rested one on my stomach.
"Is it here that you feel uneasy?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, captain!" I gasped. "Oh! I am so sick!"
"You are very bad, my poor child," he said, "but I know what will do you good-a glass of hot grog. I will go and get it for you."
"Oh. no!" I cried. "I wouldn't be able to drink it!"
However, he went off and soon returned with a steaming hot tumbler in his hand. After much coaxing and entreaty I gulped down a good portion of its contents.
It speedily threw me into a kind of stupor; the excessive sickness moderated, and I lay back helpless and exhausted and with a spinning in my brain that made me almost unconscious.
The captain then proceeded to arrange the clothes around me, and finding I made no resistance he passed his hand up under my nightie and between my thighs until he reached my mount, on which the hair was just beginning to appear.
He felt about the lips, and rubbed his fingers in the chink between them. Then, pulling up my nightdress. he separated my thighs and kissed my cunt.
"What are you doing?" I muttered.
"Taking care of my little pet," he replied softly, as he drew the covering over me. Then he kissed my fore-had and went away.
I lay in a stupor the whole of that day. I felt so weak after the sickness, and was so bemused by the brandy, that I was unable to move, and I did not care what happened to me. I was just conscious that the captain came in several times to see and enquire how I was getting on.
In the evening Laura paid me a visit and brought me some tea, which I found refreshing.
She said she had been very sick herself, for it was unusually rough. She asked me if the captain had been to see me, and whether he had taken good care of me.
I said he had come in several times to enquire how I was, and had brought me some brandy and water which had made me quite stupefied. He had then taken care of me after a fashion.
"Oh! I understand," said Laura, laughing. "That old dodge of his, and I may as well tell you-for you would find out-that my uncle regards me as something nearer than a niece, and that was the way he commenced. He evidently now desires to bring you into the same intimate connection, and I am not in the least jealous. I expect he showed his care for you by taking a liberty or two when you were scarcely able to oppose him. But you don't mind, Queenie, do you? A little petting is not disagreeable," and she put her hand to the lower part of my belly.
"You don't mind me, do you, my pet?" she said, putting her hand between my thighs. "What a charming little love trap you have, Queenie! I don't wonder at the captain coming to you again and again, after he had found a way of getting at it; but how roomy it is! Queenie. you are not so innocent as you would appear. You must tell me all about yourself, and we will confide in each other. Now put your hand on me here and feel me. while we seal our mutual confidence with a kiss."
Lifting up her dress as she stood by the side of my berth, she took my hand and pushed it between her firm, smooth naked thighs up to an immence bush of hair that clustered at their junction.
In the midst of it I felt the projecting ridges of two fat lips, and to please her I pressed my fingers into the moist crack between them.
"You are a little roomy yourself, Laura," I said, as I pushed two or three fingers up the passage.
Laura laughed and said. "It is well to suit all comers, you know."
"Well. I don't know. What do you mean by all comers?" I asked, looking very simple.
"Now. Queenie. don't try to tell me that I am quite sure you know as well as I do what kind of comers we like to visit us there, and I would venture a good sum that you know the names, too. Now, suppose I give you the first letter, 'P' tell me the second."
"'R.'" I answered, turning away my face.
"That's right. J.' Now go on."
""C" I said.
"And I will finish with a 'K,' and pronounce 'Prick'. And now for its friend and companion that we are perhaps more familiar with-"C"...."
"'U' " I supplied. " 'N,T,'" I added.
"Say the word."
"Cunt," I said.
"Good," said Laura, "so far as the agents are concerned. And now for the act. 'F...."
"U,C,K," ' I supplied. "Fuck."
"You will do," said Laura. "You are quite up to mark, just as I thought. You need teaching, only practice, and the captain will give you enough of that. But now, my dear, you ought to get some sleep, so that you will be stronger and fresher tomorrow."
She then got me a cup of excellent coffee with beaten egg in it which quite set me up, and as the motion of the ship was more easy I soon fell asleep.
When I awoke next morning, to my great surprise I found myself in the arms of a naked man, who stopped my cry with a kiss.
"Be quiet, darling Queenie," he said, getting over me and half smothering me with his weight.
"It's only your friend the captain. I heard all your conversation with Laura last night, and I could not resist the temptation to visit you this morning so that you may find out what my 'comer' is like. Where is your hand?"
He caught my wrist and forced my hand on his prick while he pushed his knee between my thighs.
"Captain St. John, I can't permit this. You had no right to come in here without my permission. Let go my hand! No! I won't hold it! I don't want to know how big it is! I won't let you put it in! You are hurting me! Oh!"
"Well, take your hand out of the way and open your legs more. Oh! my love! Let it go in! There!" he said, as he pushed his prick into my cunt and forcibly drove it up.
When I felt the dear thing enter the region of love, and penetrate to the centre of delight, every other thought passed away, and with the utmost abandon I threw my arms around him and pressed him to my heart.
That's the way to do it, my darling. Heave your sweet little bum. Oh! Isn't that good?" he asked, working his prick rapidly in and out of my throbbing cunt.
"Have I permission to fuck you now, Queenie?" he asked, as he paused for a moment with the whole length of his prick embedded in my cunt.
"Oh, fuck away! How could I refuse, with your great prick filling all my cunt."
My using the words prick, cunt and fuck, as I expected, fired the train, and with successive grunts of satisfaction he poured his hot seed into my cunt.
After lying on me for a while he moved to one side, and having wiped his tool he placed my hand on it again.
The touch of a new prick was certainly pleasant and exciting, so I said nothing but quietly played with his balls while I worked the foreskin up and down until he was as stiff as before.
This pleased him immensely, for he whispered, "Oh, Queenie, you give a man more satisfaction thany any girl I have ever fucked. You shall be queen of the ship while you remain on board. You have only to command and it will be my pleasure to obey. Is there anything I can do to gratify you and prove my devotion?"
"Yes," I replied, as I continued to frig his standing prick. "I would like to see you putting your prick into Laura."
"Ah! You want to punish her and have pleasure at the same time. See, here's the means of doing that-she meant this for you," and he opened a locker and took out a small, pliant birch rod, carefully tied with green ribbon.
"Take it to your cabin and be ready when I call you. Mat Yeats has change of the deck, but I guess he and Laura will be flirting together How shall we get her here?"
"Leave that to me. I'll manage to have her here shortly, and then I'll pretend to go on deck myself."
I found more difficulty than I expected in getting her away from Mr. Yeats, whom she evidently treated as an accepted lover.
However, I prevailed on her to go down for a book of poems we had been talking about.
I followed and went softly to my own cabin, leaving the door open. I soon heard Laura saying to the captain, "Let me go, Uncle; I can't stay now."
"Why not?" he asked. "Mat will have plenty of you very shortly. He told me this morning that you had accepted him, and asked my leave to marry you when we get to Port Royal in Jamaica."
"Well, and what did you say in reply?"
"I told him he could marry you as soon as he liked, on one condition."
"What is that?" she asked.
"Only that he must share you with me, and promises never to become jealous."
"Oh, Uncle, how could you! That will turn him against me altogether."
"Not a bit of it. Mat and I understand each other. We have always been free together. Many a time he has watched me fucking his sister; and once he got so excited he fucked her himself in front of me. So you need not fear that he will draw off on that account. Anyway, let us have one more fuck-and you can give my old fellow a nice suck first, just to put him in a good humour."
Laura then took hold of the captan prick and pushed it into her mouth, giving it a good suck.
"There! He is fine and stiff again, so now fuck me and let me go."
"Here goes then. I'll lean back and you can mount across me. That's rght. How hot your cunt feels! Now lean forward and kiss me," he said, as he pulled her clothes up over her back. "If Queenie was here now she would have a grand sight; a magnificent white arse cocked up, and a fine brown cunt below chocked with rampant prick! Queenie! Queenie! Come here!"
I quickly made my appearance and closed the door. Laura turned her face towards me as I entered, smiled at me, and said: "Queenie, it's your turn now to look on," and then boldly asked, "how do you like my bottom?"
"It is beautifully white, plump, and dimpled," I said, laughing. "All it wants is to be reddened a bit to make it blush for its impudence. A slight touch with this," I said, holding up the birch, "would make it all rght. May I try it, Laura?"
"You may, if you do it moderately."
To give me more freedom I stripped off my frock and stood in my chemise and drawers, through the big slit of which my cunt showed quite naked, and called out, "Hold her, captain, I owe her something!" I then gave her bottom some smart cuts with the birch.
She writhed and bounced over the captain as she felt the stings of the rod on her soft, creamy bottom.
"That's right, Queenie, that's the way to put life into her cunt," said the captain. "You can't imagine how it makes her gobble my prick. Punish her well. Every whack on her arse adds heat and vigour to her cunt."
"Oh! Queenie. be merciful!" cried Laura. "That's enough! I can't bear any more, indeed I can't. Stop! I say stop! You are cutting my bottom to pieces you cruel girl!"
But the spirit of lust and cruelty had taken possession of me. I scarcely heeded her cries, and continued administering the most cutting strokes I could deliver, making the pliant ends of the birch reach the tender insides of her thighs and the soft borders around her cunt.
There was mercy in this, too; for it not only hastened the consummation but heightened the enjoyment at the finish.
Her excitement was now intense, and she so bounded up and down on the captain and compressed his prick with such force in her cunt, that she caused an immediate overflow of spending on both sides, and the frothy sperm ran down over his balls and bottom.
The captain now commended her fortitude, and giving her a warm kiss he thanked her for the pleasure she had afforded him and which had been greatly increased through her pain.
I took her in my arms, and she shooked her clothes down over her smarting bottom. I begged her to forgive me for whipping her. for I really could not help it as her bottom looked so enticing for the rod and we would be friends for ever more.
"Yes I forgive you. Indeed, I must confess that the pleasure at the end more than counterbalanced the suffering which led to it-as you may someday experience yourself-so I freely forgive you. And now I must be off."
CHAPTER SIX
The Captain's Yarn
The next time I was alone with Captain St. John I asked him to tell me how he became so intimate with Yeats and what he meant by telling Laura that he had fucked his sister in his presence.
"Well, Queenie, I must of course obey your command. I knew Mat's father well. He and his family sailed in my ship when they were first coming to the island.
"Mat was then a lad of fourteen, and his sister Bessy was one year younger Some time afterwards I had it in my power to extricate Mat from a very ugly situation.
"He had been drinking with a lot of wild young fellows, when nothing would satisfy them but to break into the Governor's grounds and rob his conservatory.
"The Governor detected them, and he and his servants tried to capture them. There was a severe struggle and one of the servants was killed. Mat was stunned by a blow and taken prisoner; but the rest, who were really the guilty parties, escaped.
"The Governor declared he would have Mat tried for murder; but by great exertion, and especial interest I induced him to pardon Mat and allow the affair to be hushed up.
"This made the whole family very attached to me, and I passed the greater part of my time on shore with them. Mat, especially became my most devoted ally. He never left my side and at length he prevailed on his father to allow him to go to sea with me. He was entered on the ship's books as my apprentice, and has sailed with me ever since; he has passed all his xeamina-tions creditably, and is now full mate, with a promise of a ship next trip. We lived together, drank together, and like most sailors we had our favourite girls in every port.
"There was a pretty little black-eyed girl called Susan living in Bridgeton, Barbados, of whom I was very fond and used to visit regularly when I called at that island. Mat accompnaied me the first time I went to her after he came aboard. Although then eighteen he had never as yet fucked a girl, so I told him he ought to begin with her and try his apprentice prick in her cunt; but he was modest and begged me to show him the way
"So, to please him, I mounted Susan in such a manner that he could see the whole operation. When he saw me fairly at work, it was laughable to see the state of excitement he got into. His face flushed his eyes sparkled and his hands trembled as he came close to us. Then, eagerly watching my prick as it darted in and out, he pushed his hand between us and felt the distended lips of her cunt.
"He hardly gave me time to finish before he was on her, with his virgin prick in the hot recess which I had moistened and prepared for his entrance. He quickly discharged, and then almost immediately commenced a second course-much to Susan's intense delight.
"I, too, shared in the fun by fingering their arseholes while they fucked. After this we always had the same girl one after the other, and used to toss up for the first fuck. We often talked of these things when at sea. and several times when highly excited we examined and frigged each other's prick. I told him that I hardly ever looked at a girl without thinking of her cunt and picturing in my mind what it was like. He said it was the same with him. Even when he was kissing his sister he could not help thinking of her cunt, and that on one occasion he saw it and actually kissed it.
"I asked him to tell me how that happened. He said they were riding together in a thickly wooded place when her mare put her foot into a hole, stumbled, and threw his sister head foremost among some large, thick bushes. He ran to lift her up and found her caught in the branches, with all her clothes over her head and her legs kicking in the air, and through the opening of her drawers he saw a pair of hairy pouting lips and a beautifully red interior.
"When raising her up, he could not resist pressing his face between her thighs and kissing her cunt. 'Oh, it was so soft and warm,' he said, and it had such a delicious smell. I just held her in my arms while I took one long, luscious kiss, and then set her on her feet."
"She was not very much hurt, and was quite able to ride home. I asked what was the colour of the hair on her cunt, and he told me it was a rich golden hue, and that while the skin all round was of a clear pearly white the insides of the lips were a deep red.
"'Why, Mat, you have given me such an exciting description,' I said, 'you make me want to see your sister's cunt myself."
"'And why not, old fellow! I don't begrudge you looking at it, and fucking it, too, if you can, providing you are careful to do her no harm; but I know I can trust you, for you have already shown me it is quite posssible to enjoy a good fuck with a girl without doing her any injury."
"Bessy sometimes came on board to see her brother and bring him presents of fruit and home luxuries. On one of these occasions we had all been drinking together and Bessy, having imbibed a tolerable amount, was inclined of be merry. Mat suddenly lifted her up and plopped her down on my knee, saying: 'Put your arms around him, Bessy. I know you are fond of him, and he deserves it. Now give him a kiss like a good girl-it will please me as well as him."
"She threw her arms around my neck and held up her sweet little mouth for a kiss. Mat kissed her, too, and at the same time pressed his knee between hers. Then, lifting her skirt, he pushed my hand under her petticoats.
"She did not recognise my hand at first but thought it was Mat's knee that was pressing up between her thighs. So she leaned back while I went on kissing her, and being excited by the drink, she had taken she readily opened her thighs to let her brother's knee press up higher. I supported her with my arm round her waist while my hand slowly worked its way up between her legs outside her drawers until I reached the opening; and then, in the soft, warm nook at the bottom of her belly, I found the sweet sanctuary I was in search of. My fingers at once spread over the swelling mound, so richly covered with silky hair; then, pushing down my middle finger, I pressed it into the moist chink while with the other fingers squeezed the fat lips on either side.
""Oh! What are you doing?' she cried. 'Take your hand away, captain and let me get up."
"'Bessy, behave!' said Mat. 'Captain St. John won't harm you. Let him keep his hand there. You are bound to obey your brother,' and he forced open her thighs which she was trying to keep closed. She lay back sobbing, and still trying to keep her legs together, but in such a way that convinced both her brother and myself that she was only waiting for a sufficient display of force on our part as would satisfy her conscinece that she only yielded to compulsion. So Mat, with a twinkle in his eye, said, 'If you don't stop this nonsense I'll pull up your petticoats, and then we shall both see all that you have there and which you keep so religiously covered up from the world."
"'Oh, Mat,' she said, 'why do you treat me so? Captain St. John has a wife. Let him go to her if he wants this kind of thing."
""Yes, but she is old, ugly and sick,' he replied. 'She may even be dead now for all we know to the contrary, so don't bother about her."
"Then without further delay he boldly lifted her dress, which was half up already, until we caught a glimpse of the bright hair over her cunt as it gleamed through the open slit of her drawers.
"'Mat, let down my clothes!' she cried. 'Oh, I shall dies of shame! Captain St. John, I thought you were fond of me. If you were, you would not let him expose me."
"'It is because I am fond of you that I have been longing to feel and see your lovely cunt; and it is indeed lovely-beyond the power of words to express. Stop struggling, there's a dear. Lean back and open your legs-more-still more, my pet."
"I suppose I must let you have your own way,' she said, 'for I am tired. I can't fight against you both,' and she lay passive in our hands. Mat then lay her head on his lap and watched me as I unfastened her drawers, pulled them off her legs, and then drew up her chemise. Oh! What a scene of loveliness was disclosed to our enraptured gaze: the rich, creamy white of her smooth, round belly was delicious to look upon, set off as it was by the warm glow of golden hair on the mound which marked its junction with her two voluptuous thighs and clothed the valley between.
"Pushing in between those fleshy columns, I spread them open as widely as I could. Then it was that we got a full view of all the beauties of her cunt glistening now with the dew of love as she became conscious that we were regaling our eyes with the naked loveliness of its sceret charms.
"As I observed how Mat gloated over his sister's maiden sweets, the thought passed through my mind it will not be long, my boy, before you seek a closer acquaintance with these hidden charms now so enticingly open to your view.
"'Now, St. John,' exclaimed Mat, 'did I not give you a true description of this sweet nest and its surroundings?"
"'Indeed, Mat, the reality far exceeds your account, favourable though it was; for in my opinion no description could do full justice to its fascinating powers."
"I bent forward to the lovely shrine, kissed its pouting lips, and rolled my tongue in its fragrant recess.
"Mat meanwhile unbuttoned his trousers, drew out his prick, and placed it aganst his sister's cheek. I was not slow in following his example and quickly put the head of my tool between the moist lips of her love chink.
"'Oh, captain, take it away,' she said. 'I can't let you do that."
"'Be quiet, Bessy,' said Mat, 'he is only making his prick kiss you cunt."
"'No, he is pushing it in. Don't, captain, please don't. Oh! It is hurting me! What are you doing with it?'
"'Fucking you, darling Bessy, with your brothel's consent, for he knows I won't harm you. I'm fucking you with my prick and driving it in and out of your cunt! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking!' each time sending my prick home, and making my balls smack against her bottom.
"Meanwhile Mat, inflamed by the sight, pressed her face to his prick and pushed its head against her mouth.
"'Open your lips, dear,' said Mat, 'and let it go in,' and immediately the big head of her brother's prick filled her mouth. He then placed one of her hands on its shaft, whereupon her fingers at once closed round it, and to his great delight she instinctively frigged it up and down.
"I could no longer retain my seed. So, remembering my promise to Mat, I hastily withdrew my tool from the inner passage where the risk was and laid it along the chink of her cunt. Then, pressing it between the soft lips, I poured a hot stream of spunk harmlessly over her belly, while at the same time the pent-up sperm from her brother's reservoir spurted into her mouth and ran in warm gushes down her throat.
"From that time onward we had many pleasant scenes with Bessy. Once the ice was broken she let herself go with all her heart and sported with her brother and me with the utmost freedom, although they both refrained from the last and greatest pleasure of all, still. She did not object to letting Mat pet, and even suck her cunt, and openly enjoyed playing with his prick and making him spend in her mouth. Indeed, that was the way she gave him relief when he became over-excited from watching us while we fucked. But as yet he had not attempted to fuck her-nor did she seem to want him to.
"She now sometimes brought her maid with her, not without design, I thought; for the girl was young and pretty, and Bessy often said she pitied her brother, unmated as he was.
"However that might be, Mat soon managed-to gain the maid's consent, and after watching me fuck his sister he used to run off and cool himself in her willing receiver.
"At last he coaxed her to go with him into the saloon and frigged her there in front of his sister.
"Bessy now became so familiar with the ways of love that she readily joined in the fun and she and I together held down the maid while Mat pulled up her clothes, got between her legs, and openly rammed his prick into her cunt.
"After this, Mat and I stripped her naked, then Bessy, and finally ourselves.
"We spread carpets and rugs on the floor and rolled about together in one intermingled mass of legs and arms, bottoms and faces.
"Mat, the cunning fellow, suggested our tying bandages over their eyes so that they couldn't see what we were doing. Then he whispered to me to fuck the maid by way of a change.
"I need not tell you, Queenie, that there is nothing a man appreciates more than a fresh cunt, and swiftly getting on top of her I soon found my way into her soft recess.
"Mat, however, had his own object, for throwing himself on his sister he eagerly kissed and sucked her cunt; then, mounting her, he drove his prick into her quim without the slightest scruple.
"She must have felt some difference in his style of fucking from mine, for putting up her hand she hastily removed the bandage from her eyes. Then, seeing her brother on top of her, she cried, 'Oh, Mat! Stop! Do you know what you are doing-fucking your own sister!'
"'Why not, Bessy?' he answered. 'I have kissed your cunt, and watched it so many times being filled with St. John's prick that I could stand it no longer. I felt that I must fuck you myself, even though you are my sister-and let me tell you, dear, I find your cunt all the nicer,' he said as he panted over her.
"She made no reply, but I observed she pressed him lovingly to her breast as she moved up in ready response to meet the quick prods of his excited prick.
"I shared in their transports, and only wondered how they had refrained from it for so long. So, leaning towards them with my prick still in the maid's cunt, I kissed her and said, 'Bessy, my love, confess; don't you enjoy being fucked by Mat all the more because he is your own brother?'
"'Yes, I do,' she replied. 'It is lovely being fucked by my own brother. Mat has a fine prick, and he knows how to use it.' And heaving up her bottom, she clasped him tightly in her arms.
"Don't hurry. Mat,' I said. 'This is our second or third bout. Take it quietly, we'll enjoy it all the more,' and I thrust my tongue into Bessy's mouth while still working my prick slowly in the maid's cunt:
"'All right, old fellow,' he replied, putting his hand over my bottom as we lay alongside one another, and catching by balls he pressed them so luxuriously with fingers that they ejected their contests, and my prick poured the bubbling fluid into the open cunt so ready to receive it and pay it back with interest . .
"We sailed in a few days, and the next time I saw Bessy she was the wife of a rich old planter named Hobbs; in fact, none other than your old friend whom your father calls Lizzy and fucks whenever he gets the opportunity.
"And now, Queenie my pet having answered all your questions and made a full confession of my amours, let us have another fuck."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laura's Narrative
Although very occupied with preparations for her approaching marriage, Laura found time to remind me of our promise of mutual confidence, and said that if I gave her an account of my introduction to the pleasures of love she would oblige me in a like manner.
So I told her of Dick's boyish attempts and final success, and described what I had seen in the punishment house, both in regard to old Snigger and the girls, and my father and Mrs. Hobbs.
"Laura had heard something of this before, and was very much amused. I then asked her to complete her part of the agreement, whereupon she commenced thus:
"Like you, Queenie, I was enlightened at an early age. My mother, who was Captain St. John's sister, was married to a doctor. She died when I was a child about nine years old, and he married again.
"We then lived in a very small house, and for want of accommodation my bed was placed at the foot of theirs, with only a curtain between.
"When lying awake at night I often felt their bed shake in a funny way, and sometimes I heard them whispering to one another such expressions as 'you may do it now', 'take it in your hand', 'put it in yourself.
'open your thighs', 'lift up your legs', 'keep your hand on it', 'press it between your fingers' and then there was a rustling, shaking and panting, and father would cry, 'Oh! Oh!' and she would say, 'can't you do it quietly, you will wake the child."
"I also heard father making her say 'prick', 'cunt' 'fuck', and telling her to pinch his arse and frig his prick, and asking her to let him fuck her bottom.
"I did not know the meaning of all those terms then, but I had an idea what they referred to and eagerly listened to every word. I longed to see what they were doing; but as this amatory intercourse generally took place after they went to bed and when it was dark, for a long time I could see nothing.
"However, one light summer morning I happened to be awake when they commenced their play. I heard him say, 'Lift up your bottom so that I can see your cunt while you suck my prick."
"In the most stealthy manner I slightly moved the curtain to one side. The view that then greeted my eager eyes almost took my breath away.
"My step-mother was on her knees, straddling across my father, and her great white bottom was raised up in the most impudent manner right before his face.
"She was stooping forward, resting on her elbows, and holding in her hand a long fleshy thing that was standing up out of a thick bush of black hair at the bottom of his belly.
"This long thing, the first I had ever seen of the kind, at once arrested my attention, and it seemed to have some peculiar attraction, for I could not take my eyes off it.
"I noticed that it had a large glossy head of a purplish colour, which she kissed and rubbed to her nose and cheeks while she moved her hand up and down its length. The she took a good portion into her mouth and sucked it with apparent relish.
""Darling you are sucking my prick so nicely, he said then I knew what the word prick' meant), now let your cunt down on my mouth, and I'll have a suck, too."
"Then I knew what the word 'cunt' meant, and I put my hand on my own little slit .and wondered if it would ever be as large and hairy as my step-mother's.
"My father held the cheeks of her bottom on each side while he sucked her cunt, and kept jerking up his prick which she was kissing and frigging all the while. Then, moving from under her, he cried. Now for a fuck!' and telling her to remain on her hands and knees while he fucked her from the rear, he knelt behind her bottom.
"As he pushed her legs apart, he drew open the lips of her cunt and peered into its capacious mouth, now watering as if hungry for something to eat.
"He then took his prick in his hand, and pushing in the head he drove it all the way up. Then he put his arms round her hips and heaved her bottom backwards and forwards, making his tool pass quickly in and out through the hairy lips.
"This showed me what fucking was. and pushing iny finger into my own little chink I felt about for a place into which a prick might enter. Down at the bottom I felt a small passage, but when I tried to push my finqer in it hurt me too much to go in.
"However, Mama was not hurt, for she kept saying That's the way, push it all in darling. Give me plenty of it, Harry. I like it so much when you fuck me from behind. It is so lovely to feel your belly rubbing against my bottom while you hold me tightly round the loins and press my cunt with your fingers."
"Then they both began to pant, and he grunted with pleasure as he hammered away at her bottom with his prick buried in her cunt.
"I clenched my teeth, pinched my cunt, and pushed in my finger in spite of the pain, and a truly believe that although I was so young I obtained my first emission at that time.
"I often watched them fucking after this, and soon became familiar with the words and expressions they used. I also regularly frigged my little cunny while I listened to them, and succeeded in forcing up my finger as far as it would go. But in course of time my stepmother was confined, and I was moved to another room.
"This was of benefit to me, for I was injuring my health by constant frigging, which I need not tell you is injurious to a young girl.
"Nothing of particular note occurred again until I was fifteen years old. by which time the hair was thick on my mount.
"I attended school regularly, and having a great love for learning I worked hard at my lessons and tried in every way to improve myself.
"About this time a new French master named Louis Martel, was appointed. He was young and handsome, and all the girls fell in love with him at once. But he took no notice of anyone, for he was naturally shy and reserved in his manner.
"He applied himself steadily to his duties, and seemed to think of nothing else. I was one of his most diligent pupils, and on that account he showed me special consideration, and feeling grateful for his kindness I tried to please him in every way I could.
"In short, I began to like him very much. After a while he seemed to reciprocate my feelings, for he used to hold my hand with a lingering pressure and lean over me when directing me in my lessons. I noticed, too, that the prominence at the fork of his trousers always seemed to grow larger when he was talking to me, and especially when he was leaning over me. I once pressed my elbow on it, and I felt it bound at my touch. That touch acted like an electric spark on my nerves and fired a whole train of amorous emotions. My mind became filled with the idea of his prick, and my imagination painted it on every object at which-I looked.
"I dreamed of it at night, and often woke fancying I had Louis in my arms and his prick in my cunt.
"I now regarded that rosy little slit with increasing interest, and used to study its appearance in a glass placed for htat purpose between my legs, wondering what Louis would think of it and whether he would like to put his prick into it and fuck it.
"'Oh! If only I could let him see it,' I said to myself, 'it would warm his blood and banish all his reserve."
"About this time the school had a holiday, and it was arranged that everyone should go to a neighbouring mango grove and gather fruit.
"On arriving at the wood, we scattered about in small parties and somehow Louis Martel and I found ourselves separated from the rest.
"He then took my basket and offered to carry it for me while I amused myself gathering fruit. We wandered about and got further and further away from the rest, but that didn't worry either of us at all. We did not find much fruit, however, and Mr. Martel was chiefly ccupied in helping me through the bushes and across fields. And so we went on, laughing and chasing together.
"At last we came to a large fruit-bearing tree with low. wide-spreading branches.
"'Oh, here is a tree very easy to climb,' I said, 'and there is plenty of fruit on it a little way up,' and I put my foot on one of the lowest branches. I will pick the mangoes and you can put them in the basket as I drop them down."
"'Very well,' he said, 'only don't fall."
"He stood below me as I climbed up over his head.! saw he was watching me eagerly, and the thought flashed through my mind: 'Here is an opportunity to let him have a glimpse or two of my secret charms, such as they are, and see what effect it has on him."
"So I climbed from branch to branch, separating my legs widely whenever I could. I had no drawers on, the weather being very hot, and as my frock was short he must have had a full view of my bottom and thighs, and also the rosy chink between them just beginning to be fringed with hair.
"Glancing down, I saw that his face was flushed and his eyes unusuall bright as they gazed intently upwards.
"'The fruit is difficult to get at from here,' I said. 'I must go further along the branch."
"'Take care, Laura,' he called, 'that bough is very slim, it will hardly bear your weight."
"Just as he spoke there was a creak and a crash, and the bough and I came down together. But Louis caught me in his arms before I reached the ground; indeed, he was so directly underneath me that my clothes passed over his head, and my bottom plumped right on to his upturned face.
"This I learned afterwards, for in the course of the fall my head struck against one of the branches, and I was quite stunned by the blow.
"When I came to myself I was lying stretched out on the grass with Louis kneeling at my side and holding my hand. He looked excited and his face was flushed, so I guessed he had been investigating more closely my secrets while I was unconscious, and I blushed at the thought.
"'Oh, Miss Laura,' he said, I am so glad to see you looking more yourself again. I hope you are not hurt."
"'Not much,' I replied, trying to rise, 'but I'm afraid I have sprained my ankle and knee, for it hurts me when I press upon it."
"'Let me see if it is swollen,' he said, eagerly.
"'Yes, do,' I replied, and I raised my dress. He put his hand on my knee and felt it all round.
"'It seems uninjured,' he said, 'but it feels hot. May I massage it a little while you rest?'
"Thank you,' I replied, leaning back and lifting up my leg.
"He rubbed my knee and the under part of my thigh, gradually pushing his hand up higher and higher. At last he brushed against the hair-covered mound as if by accident, and finding I did not appear to object he proceeded boldly to put his hand on it and began to feel the lips and clitoris.
"'Mr. Martel, take your hand away and let me get up!' I cried.
"'My sweet Laura, let me tell you how much I love and admire you,' he said, putting his hand gently on my breast and keeping me down. This dear little nest, so mossy and warm is so delightfully soft and inviting: let me peep at it again just a moment,' and lifting my frock he looked between my legs.
"Oh, no, Louis,' I said, closing my eyes, 'don't look at me there, it makes me feel so ashamed."
"'You need not feel ashamed of it, Laura, for it is the most beautiful little cunt that any man ever saw,' he said, raising my dress higher and parting my thighs, and he leant forward and kissed it.
"'Oh, Louis, how you do tickle me with your moustache! Why do you like seeing me there?"
""Because it is a lovely little cunt, just made to be kissed and sucked, and then have something nice put into it that will fill it with the most exquisite delight. Do you know what I mean?'
"'No, Louis. What could be put into it that would feel as nice as you say?"
"'This, my love,' he said, placing my hand on his stiff prick which he had drawn out from its hiding place.
"I feel too ashamed to look at it,' I said, 'but I will hold it in my hand to please you, and rub it up and down. Do you like that?'
"I do, darling, you are giving me more pleasure than I can tell you. Do you know what men call this?"
"'No," I said modestly. 'What name do they give it?"
"'They call it a prick. Say 'prick," my love."
"'Prick," I answered. 'Has every man a prick like yours, Louis?'
"'Yes, though some are large and some are small. But they all like to do the same thing with their pricks."
"'And what is that," I asked, with a laugh.
"'To put them into as many cunts as they can."
""Oh my, how funny! And do the girls let them?'
"'Of course they do! Why, that is what a cunt is made for. This soft, warm passage is the place for a prick to enter and pass up. Oh, Laura, it is the loveliest feeling in the world, and the doing of it is called fucking. Let me show you. Let me put my prick in your cunt and fuck you. There is no one near us, and you will like it very much."
"'Oh, no, Louis, I can't let you put it in now. I would be afraid. Perhaps I may let you another time."
"But Louis was too wise to lose the present opportunity. So, without further delay he got between my legs and pushed the head of his prick between the lips of my cunt.
"I thought that having gone so far, the best thing was to resign myself to my fate: so I spread my thighs and tried to facilitate the entrance of his prick as much as I could.
"Louis' prick was of goodly size, and its large round head stuck inside the opening; but as I was now most anxious to get it in I wriggled and pushed about and pressed agains thim, heedless of the pain.
"In the midst of his efforts to force a passage his seed burst from him, and though it checked him for a moment it served to lubricate the way. And so, as his prick still retained its vigour, at the next push he was able to drive it home-to my great and entire satisfaction.
"Then, as he commenced that in and out movement so dear to we women, he asked me to tell him how I liked the feel of his prick in my cunt, fucking me.
"Oh, it is lovely, Louis. I cannot tell you how I enjoy the movement of your prick in and out that way between the lips of my cunt. It makes my nerves vibrate to my very heart."
"I did enjoy that first fuck more than I can say, and I need not tell you, Queenie for you know as well as I, that the senstaion of feeling a prick for the first time filling up the whole of one's cunt and distending the folds inside is simply indescribable: and then the frantic hug during the last quick prods, and the rush of seed at the end. Oh! It has to be experienced to be understood.
""Then we lay side by side a while to rest after our joint exertions, our hands, however, still busy, his fondling my cunt and mine playing with his prick and balls.
"But as his prick stiffened up and regained its power he grew more enterprising, and making me lay back, he pulled all my clothes up to my waist: then he stretched himself between my thighs and sucked my cunt and bottom, after which I sucked his prick and tickled his arsehole with my finger.
"Then nothing would satisfy him but to see me piddle, and he played with my cunt and watched it as I did so. He said he liked to feel my warm piss flowing through his fingers, and when I finished he insisted on licking the drippings from my quim and bush. In these, and such-like pleasures, we passed a most delightful hour.
""We then prepared to seek the rest of our party: but my knee turned out to be hurt more than we had thought, and Louis had to carry me a long way.
"I was laid up for the following week and unable to attend school, but as Louis called to see me every day and generally managed to pass an hour with me alone in the garden among the trees, I had no reason to complain; for he always gave me a nice fingering, and I managed to give his prick a good frigging or a nice-suck off.
"One of the girls at school, who always professed a great liking for me, also passed her spare time with me. She was a girl with an unusually fair complexion, red hair, and deep blue eyes, and apparently of the most demure and modest disposition. She was accordingly considered by our seniors a very model of propriety, but we young people knew her better and called her Miss Sly.
"She had quickly noticed my intimacy with Mr. Martel, which seemed to interest her greatly, and finding it pleasing to me she made him the favourite subject of her conversation.
"She also contrived generally to meet him either coming or leaving after our meeting.
"On one occasion, however, she stole so quietly upon us that she witnessed without our knowledge or consent a very decided love scene.
"I had, as usual, opened his trousers down the front and taken possession of his upstanding prick.
"I fondled it and kissed it, and took its glowing head into my mouth and gave it a gorgeous suck while I tickled his balls and arsehole.
"Louis, in the meantime, had got his hand between my thighs and was pleasantly titillating the sensitive opening there. Then, placing me on his knees, he uncovered my bottom and thrust his prick into my cunt from behind.
"We were both in the full enjoyment of our fuck; Louis panting with pleasure as he gave long, deliberate strokes and watched his blunt tool delving into my garden of love, while I expressed the intensity of my satisfaction by continually repeating all the amorous words I knew, when Miss Sly, no longer able to restrain her excited feelings, and perhaps jealous of my sole possession of such a great treasure, suddenly rushed up behind us.
"Louis, startled, drew out his prick just as it was beginning to spurt forth its liquid sweetness, and left my hungry cunt gaping and disappointed at the loss of its favourite morsel. But on ascertaining who the intruder was his alarm changed to joy, and he exclaimed, 'Miss Sly, since you have caught us in the act you must join us, both for our sakes and your own."
"To my surprise, she offered little or no resistance, but allowed him to kiss her and thrust his hand under her clothes, and then to lift them up and expose her cunt to view. They he lay her on her back and placed himself between her legs.
"'Look at Miss Sly's cunt, Laura," he said, pointing to a pair of very fat, projecting lips thickly covered with red, curly hair.
"His eyes sparkled as he stooped over this new-found treasure so temptingly displayed in all its novelty and freshness.
"'You are not jealous, my love? There! Put your old friend in her cunt yourself," and he put my hand on his prick, now bounding with anticipated pleasure of the enjoyment of a new cunt.
"I could not help joining Louis in his admiration of her glowing cunt. So, wisely making the best of the situation, I promptly complied and placed the head of his prick between the open lips.
"I looked on with curiosity, for her moist chink seemed actually smoking with the heat of desire as Louis pushed on with force. But, to their mutual disappointment, he stuck fast in the entrance.
"
"Push harder," I said, grasping his balls. Sly closed her eyes, and seizing the hem of her dress between her teeth she bit it viciously to her efforts to prevent herself crying out with the pain caused by his energetic attempt to drive his prick in her cunt.
"Take it out for a moment," I said, 'and I will moisten it with my mouth."
"'No, don't take it out, my Louis," she panted, clutching him in her arms. 'I can bear the pain. Push! Ah. it's going in!" She gave a tremendous heave, and as the barrier gave way his prick rushed up the channel, to be instantly hidden from view.
"A deep-breathed 'O' of intense satisfaction burst from them both as their object was achieved and the longing, hungry cunt received for the first time that delicious morsel which kind nature had provided for its specal use and delectation.
"Although deprived myself of the actual pleasure. I fully shared in their excitement, and felt amply repaid by the peculiar enjoyment I found in watching the movement of his prick between the lips of her cunt. They seemed to cling round his prick as he drove it home, and protruded with lasciviousness as he drew it back to make a fresh forward thrust, while her soft creamy buttocks opened and closed with each movement and his pendant balls plumped against them at each stroke.
"Louis had discharged almost immediately after the first entrance of his prick into her heated interior, but having rested a few moments with his prick lying throbbing within her he was soon able to answer her cunt twitchings by the renewed action of his pleasure-loving tool.
"Louis' new-found treasure soon led him to neglect the old love, and I quickly perceived a change in his conduct towards me. He sought my company less, and plainly showed that he did not find in my arms the same satisfaction he used to do. I thus learned from bitter experience the fickleness of men, and that a new cunt-simply because it is new-will often attract them away from that which previously gave them the fullest satisfaction.
"However, I was too much of a philosopher to be upset. But having tasted the sweets of love I felt I must go on, so I determined to look for its continued gratification elsewhere.
"There were plenty of young fellows as good-looking as Louis who, I knew, would rejoice in my favours if I only gave them opportunity and encouragement.
"One in particular, named Bertie, who often met me at a dancing academy, seemed to suit my purposes; he was young, handsome, and had the manners of a gentleman-a point I was very concerned about.
"Accordingly, one evening at a ball, after dancing with me several times he led me into the lobby, and we sat down to rest in a secluded room some distance away from the crowd.
"Putting his arms around me he kissed me warmly and taking my hand he placed it on his prick outside his trousers, and said: 'Feel how stiff you have made me Laura."
"Without hesitation I undid the front of his trousers and released his lovely prick, which I grasped firmly in my hand.
"'Let me have it in your cunt, dear," he whispered. 'Pull up your clothes and straddle over my lap and put it in yourself."
"I jumped up and quickly raised my dress, exposing my naked cunt and belly to his gaze. Then, sitting on his lap with my legs well straddled. I took hold of his turning prick and directed it into the entrance of try cunt.
"With one easy movement the whole length of his prick slid into my gaping cunt, and our bellies were pressed together to the hairs. His kissed me passionately, and I worked myself furiously up and down on his prick until he began to pant and gasp, "Oh, Laura! It's coming! Clasp me in your arms! Oh!"
I received his discharge in my longing cunt with the utmost satisfaciton, and regardless of the consequences I held him in my encircling arms until his prick had drained out the last drop of its sweets far up amid the interior of my belly.
"I could not help it. Although I knew the risk I was running; for as you know very well. Queenie, one loses half the pleasure when the prick is suddenly pulled out of your cunt just at the moment when you want it to be. driven home and thus feel its length and breadth filling me cavity of delight.
"So I hugged him to me and made my cunt grip his prick while I jerked my bottom up and down, until I got him horny again. Then, to encourage him. I cried. "Now, Bertie, fuck me again! I love to feel your prick fucking me."
"Then he thrust and I heaved, and we both pantingly progressed until the culminating point was reached and we both spent again, locked in each other's arms."
"When I got off his lap I saw that my dress was badly rumpled and disarranged. I said. Oh, Bertie, look how you have rumpled my dress. How can I go back into the room again in this state?"
"'Don't go back.' he replied, I will fetch your things and tell Madam you feel tired and are going home."
"Without waiting for an answer, he ran off and soon returned with my wraps and a bottle of champagne. In my warm and excited state the wine was very welcome, and between the two of us the contents of the bottle quickly disappeared. By then I was. as you may suppose, thoroughly randy, so I stepped boldly out into the dark under escort of my dancing acquaintance."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Laura's Narrative Concluded
"We were soon joined by another young fellow by the name of Walker, who was known as Johnny.
"He and Bertie were boon companions, and were known to have shared rn many a wild adventure.
"At any other time I would have been slow to trust myself to their questionable guardianship, but now, being both excited and on heat from all the wine I had drunk, I scarcely knew what I was doing.
"So, when Bertie held me while Johnny kissed me, and then ran his hand under my clothes and explored my cunt and bottom, I offered no resistance. Observing this, he boldly pulled up my clothes, pushed his prick against my cunt, and wanted to fuck me there and then. But Bertie checked him, saying, 'Wait a bit, Johnny. We will find a more convenient place than this."
"Then, taking me by the arm, one on each side, they hurried me along until we came to a gloomy-looking house on the outskirts of the town.
"I did not like the look of the place, and begged them to take me home as they had promised.
"'Not yet, darling," said Bertie. 'The ball won't be over yet for another hour. We can enjoy ourselves here without fear of molestation, and then we will take you safely home."
"He then took me in his arms and carried me up the steps into the hall, where Johnny struck a match, lit a candle, and led the way upstairs until we reached the door of a room containing several broad couches.
"Johnny next lighted some candles on a table in the centre of the roqm, while Bertie laid me on one of the couches and pulled up my clothes, saying, "Now. Johnny, here is a treat you can thank me for. Give up your low tastes for once in your life and enjoy a good honest fuck; and remember, you have a lady on your hands-not one of the common sort you are accustomsd to. Look! This is a cunt fit for an emperor. See these full lips, so thick, and round and hairy: and the crack in between, so red and moist, and fragrant. Bend down to it man, and regale yourself with its sweet odour and flavour."
"I lay back on the couch "exposing my cunt to their gaze, and as I listened to the complimentary words of Bertie it seemed to make me want to show them more and more. I parted my legs to the fullest extent and Johnny plunged his hand between my thighs, saying, 'You're right, it's a wonderful cunt-I could eat it," and he titillated my cunt with his tongue, winding it round and pushing it up the passage. Then he grasped the cheeks of my bottom, lifted me up, and sucked with great ardour at my arsehole, poking his tongue in as far as he could and stirring up within me most libidinous sensations.
"Meanwhile Bertie had placed my hand on his prick. I liked the feel of its warm, animated substance, and drawing it towards my mouth, I took it in and sucked its head. Johnny raised himself, and said, 'I have an idea, Bertie."
"Good! What is it?'
"'Lie on your back with Laura belly to belly on top of you with your prick in her cunt, and then let memount the two of you and get in where I can."
"Bertie laughed. 'All right. I know what you want. Let us please him, Laura. You will have a double treat-and I'll take care that he doesn't hurt you."
"Between them they stripped me naked, which did not please me: but when Bertie lay back on the couch with his prick standing up in a fine erection I willingly got over him and with my own hand, helped by Johnny, I quickly placed the distended limb into the gap ready for its reception.
"As I pressed down, it passed sweetly up and filled my belly with luxurious warmth: but when I proceeded to obey the impulse of pleasure and heave up and down on him he checked me, saying, 'Softly, sweet Laura. Wait until Johnny gets in too, and then we shall all work together."
Meanwhile, Johnny was annointing my cunt and bottom. In my innocence I still thought his only desire was to enter my cunt alongside of Bertie, but having grasped me firmly by the hips, before I knew what he was about, he suddenly forced his prick into my well-greased bottom.
"The first entrance of his big-headed prick in so narrow a passage hurt me considerably, but no sooner was it effected and the whole prick inside than the pulsation of pleasure began. The action of the two pricks so close to one another was. in fact, delightfully lascivious: every time Bertie heaved up and smacked his belly against mine I got a shock in my rump as Johnny darted his slippery prick into my bottom.
"No description, however, could give you an adequate idea of the extraordinary pleasure I then felt and enjoyed.
"But at the height of our amorous furore we heard steps on the stairs, and before we could disengage ourselves two half-naked men and two girls in a similar state, burst into the room.
"Taking in the situation at a glance, they called to Bertie and Johnny not to mind them but to go on with their sport, and all four gathered round us.
"The men poked their pricks, which were on the stand, up to my face, while the girls began to finger the two pricks that were inserted in my cunt and bottom.
"We did not heed them after the first start, and I was in such a state of randy feeling and excited lust that I actually seized the two pricks with avidity, and holding one in each hand I put them to my lips and began licking and sucking them, much to their owners great delight.
"What mad fools we became. I took the two pricks alternately into my mouth while I frigged them in time with the motions of the other two pricks, which now seemed bent on knocking my arse and cunt into one.
"The two girls were all this time slapping and pinching us, and frigging their own cunts as if bereft of their senses.
"Then, as the fun waxed furious, we all gave tongue together, and amid a perfecet storm of exclamations the flood gates of love's reservoirs burst open and torrents of spunk flowed freely frmo us all.
"After resting for a short interval, it was voted that one of the girls should have her arse whipped to reanimate the rest.
"On our promise to be merciful, and that she should be well rewarded for her pains, one of them consented to be lied down with her naked arse turned well up.
"To prepare her for the ordeal she was primed with a good allowance of rum, which was liberally served around and which made us all madder than ever.
"While I was being fucked by each of the men in turn, the others punished her bottom with their straps until she yelled again and again.
"In the midst of the uproar one of the men, with a match he had struck to light a cigarette, singed the hair on the cunt of the girl who was tied down.
"She screamed at first with pain, but quickly stopped her crying and called him by some term of endearment and told him to put his prick in her mouth, as she wished to suck it.
"The foolish man did so, and as soon as she got it well into her mouth she clenched her teeth on it with such fierceness that she nearly bit right through it.
"The wretched man roared with pain and tried to draw it back, but she only bit all the harder. The uproar was now at its highest, and just as I was trying to separate them a party of watchmen burst open the door and at once took us all prisoners.
"The men who were very drunk, were marched off to the lock-up. While we women were told to put on our clothes and make ourselves scarce.
"This last denouement overwhelmed me with shame and confusion. I hurried on my clothes as quickly as I could; but the sergeant, observing from my dress that I was different from the others, offered to see me home.
"As soon as he understood who I was he became wonderfully attentive, and assisted me in every way he could. As he led me through the dark lanes he supported me with one arm and held my hand with the other. Finding that I walked heavily and seemed hardly able to drag my legs along, he asked whether I would like to rest a little.
"I agreed, and he lifted me over a stile into a yard where some dried grass was piled up. Then, laying me down, he sat by my side with his arm around my waist. Meanwhile his other hand had gone up under my clothes to my cunt and was fingering it. Then, leaning over me and separating my thighs with his knee, he opened his trousers and released an enormous prick.
"I place my hand on it. and it felt wonderfully big and strong, and held up its big head with great life and vigour.
I had been fucked that night nine times, and by four different pricks, but this finest one of the lot stirred up my lustful desire as strongly as ever. He pushed it to my lips and I took it in my mouth. It was very large, and indeed quite filled my mouth.
"
"That's good," he said, 'give it a nice suck to start with," which I did avidly for a while; then he said. 'Now my dear, lie back and open your thighs," and lying upon me he inserted his prick.
"It completely filled my cunt as he drove it home and pressed in between my outstretched thighs. The sergeant was an old and experienced hand. He fucked steadily and with great deliberation, so as to make every stroke tell, and as he was the last to have his will of me that night he gave me the best and most enjoyable fuck of all. But when he was done I was so entirely worn out and exhausted that I was unable to stand, and he had to carry me home.
"Next morning he called on me, and warned me privately that the man who had been so cruelly bitten had been take into hospital and was in a dangerous condition. He was certain that there would be an investigation, and advised me to get away as speedily as possible.
"This caused me to accept an invitation from my uncle to visit him and take charge of his sick wife, and as I set out at once I thus escaped a public exposure.
"It was during this visit that both my father and aunt died, and I was left altogether in the care and protection of my uncle; and thus it is that you find me here on board the good ship 'Cammarilla.' "
"Why, Laura," I said, "you have a most charming way of telling a story, and you have excited my cunny beyond measure; you have fairly set it on fire. Would you mind putting your hand on it, dear, and alleviating its burning heat with your fingers? Meanwhile, tell me how Captain St. John managed to overcome your maidenly scruples and obtain the enjoyment of your charms."
"Queenie, my love, lift up your legs so that I can look at your pretty cunny while I stir it up, and you can do the same kindness for me while I go on with my story. That's right. Now then:
"You know how amorously disposed the worthy captain is; so you will understand how, while I attended his wife he was continually making attempts to induce me to allow him the freedom he required. But although I liked him well enough and really longed for a good fuck, yet I rather shrank from him as being the brother of my mother. I therefore avoided being alone with him, and always kept my door locked at night.
"However, he persuaded me on one occasion to join a boating party under his care and management, to visit a small island about ten miles away which was famous for its shells.
"The weather was fine when we started, and the sea calm: but it soon roughened and became very stormy. So the captain decided to return, and steered amid a heavy sea for the nearest port.
"It was late in the evening when we reached the harbour, which was on the opposite side of the island from where we set out. I was half dead from fear and seasickness, besides which I was wet through; so the captain gave up all thought of taking me home and took me to a small hotel, the lady owner of which was an old friend of his.
"He ordered supper, and tried to cheer me up; but I cried and wanted to go to bed. A small room that opened off the private sitting room we had engaged was accordingly prepared for me, and I gladly took off my wet things and turned in.
"After supper. Uncle ordered coffee, and bringing me some he found me shivering as if I had the ague. He went out and mixed a stiff tumbler of hot punch, and then brought it to me. I took it readily, for I felt a chill all over me ;but it was stronger than I expected and made my head swim.
"I was sitting up in bed, supported by his arm, and feeling light-headed, I said, with a hysterical laugh, 'Oh, Uncle, I am quite drunk! What shall I do?'
"'Do nothing, my pet," he answered. 'Rest your head, and the effect will soon pass away."
"He drew closer as I leaned against him, and began to squeeze my tit. But I was too fuddled to take any notice, until I felt his hand inside my nightdress and moving down over my belly. I then caught it with my own, and said, 'Oh, Uncle, how can you? You forget that I am your niece. Take your hand away, it isn't right."
"'You need not mind me, Laura," he replied, I am old enough to be your father: and the fact of your being my niece only gives me a right to pet and fondle you. There now, let go my hand. I only want to fondle you for a moment, and it will do you good."
"He succeeded in getting his hand down to my cunt and pushing two of his fingers between the lips. He then laid me down, still keeping his fingers up my cunt and kissed me, saying, 'My sweet Laura, I am fonder of you than of anyone else in the world. Your aunt, as you know, is dying, and I intend never to marry again. But I will adopt you and treat you as my daughter: and as you have shown this loving confidence in me I will settle my fortune on you."
"All this time he had been skillfully fingering my cunt, and I felt a pleasing warmth stealing over me and hot glow in my cunt. I accordingly permitted him to spread my thighs more open, and made but slight resistance as he uncovered them and kissed my bare cunt, then slipped his tongue inside and licked it beautifully.
"My excitement increased and my hand which was nearest him involuntarily stretched out as if seeking something. He saw it, and with a smile he placed it on his prick. My hand closed around it, and I slipped its soft skin up and down and ran the tips of my fingers over its shiny head.
"The way to enjoyment was now open, and hastily divesting himself of his clothes he drew me from the bed so that my bottom projected over the edge. Then, after gazing for some moments with lustful satisfaction at the rosy gash lying there bare before him, he separated the lips and inserted the head of his prick.
"Slowly, he slid it up the length of my cunt, and when he felt the whole of it enclosed in my warm, quivering flesh, he leaned over me, pressed me in his arms and began the slow in and out movement that I loved to feel.
"Suffice to say that he fucked me to his fullest satisfaction ,as well as mine, and then left me to sleep my tiredness away.
"When I awoke in the morning, as in your own case I found myself in his arms, and the prick whose penetrating power I had felt the previous night was again thrusting its head against my thighs. So I turned over and took it in my hand while he threw the bedclothes back and examined me all over.
"Or course, as is the custom of all men, he praised my cunt; then he asked me to lay over him with my cunt on his mouth and suck his prick. I readily complied, and knelt across him with my eager cunt hovering over his mouth and my own avid lips resting on his fully erect prick.
"I closed my lips over the knob and sucked it lovingly as his tongue darted into my gaping cunt and titillated the sensitive flesh. I felt his prick throb and I knew that he was going to come, so I sucked away and felt the streams of spunk rush into my mouth. I swallowed it all, drawing every last drop from his spurting prick, and as I in turn had my orgasm I felt him tonguing my cunt more furiously than ever.
"Such then, my dear Queenie, was the commencement of my incestuous connection with my Uncle St. John, half daughter and whole mistress. It has been, I must say, a very enjoyable and advantageous connection for me. but it is not one which I wish to prolong.
"I have, therefore, determined to break if off if I can without offending him. for I love and' admire him greatly.
However, your arrival and my marriage with Mat Yeats will. I think, afford me the opportunity I desire: but time will tell."
CHAPTER NINE
The Wedding Trip
On our arrival at Port Royal we learned that the American War of Independence had broken out, and the captain found orders awaiting him instructing him to sail for Trinidad with the new Governor, Sir Charles Stanhope, and to provide accommodation on board the ship for his family, consisting of his wife, the Hon. Lady Stanhope, their daughter, and their attendants.
We had some delay, however, for the Governor required a few days to make preparations for his move. So the captain decided that Laura's marriage should take place in the interval before sailing.
Accordingly, we all went ashore, and she and Mr. Yeats were duly married, the captain and I being the witnesses.
Our party was increased by an old friend of the captain's, whom he called Johnny, accompanied by a young coloured girl full of life and fun. I don't know her real name, but he called her Miss Betty.
After a grand lunch and plenty of champagne we drove to a country village, where rooms had been engaged for the night.
Mat and his bride were put in a carriage, and as they drove off with the blinds down we threw old shoes and handfuls of rice after them.
We then followed in a buggy with a black driver on the box. I sat next to Johnny, with the captain sitting opposite with Miss Betty.
It was difficult to know how to place our legs, and the captain said it was the custom for the gentleman to place his legs between those of the lady opposite him.
We objected, and in the scuffle that ensued Betty was discovered to be wearing pink garters. Johnny praised their beauty, and then said he was sure that mine were equally as pretty and I ought to favour the company with a view.
The captain applauded, and he kept my legs apart while he tried to pull up my dress. Betty, who fully entered into the fun, exclaimed, "Queenie's garters are blue, I know. But she has something higher up of a very different colour-and far more worthy of your inspection."
"Speak for yourself, Betty darling," I replied. "What is the colour of your own?"
The captain placed his knees under my thighs and tilted me backwards while Johnny peered up between my legs.
"Ah! So that's where the mouse-hole is!'
"Ha ha," laughed Betty, who was bent on mischief. "It's all very well to talk of the mouse-hole, but where is the mouse?"
"You won't have to wait long to find out. Miss Betty," said the captain, "for here is the mouse," and unbuttoning his trouser front he drew out his prick in full erection. "And I dare say Johnny can supply us with another." he added, winking at his friend.
Johnny needed no pressing. The buttons on his trousers were hastily unfastened, and out sprang a lovely prick with a glowing purple head and in a glorious state of erection.
"There, I told you so," said the captain. "Look at it. Queenie. Put your dainty little hand on it. That's right, dear."
Meanwhile. Betty directed her attention to the captain's prick. To his great delight, she opened his trousers right down the front so as to be able to pull out his balls along with it. Then, thrusting her hand inside again, she pushed on until she reached his arse-hole with her finger, and all the while frigging in the most delicate and skilful manner his throbbing and bounding prick.
His hands, you may be sure, were equally busy with her fat bottom and moist, gaping cunt: for by this time we had pulled nip our clothes to show oil our hairy cunts through the big gap in our drawers.
Johnny and I were carrying on a similar game. He titillated my cunt to such a state that I willingly acceded to his request to take off my drawers and then sit with my naked bottom on his lap, thus allowing his prick to poke up between the lips of my cunt.
It was as well that we were on a quiet country road out of the way of observation, for our intense excitement made us rather forgetful of society.
So I slid over Johnny, who took off my drawers, and made my buttocks rubs with delicious friction against his hairy surface of his belly. Then, raising myself sufficiently high to put the head of his prick in the furrow where I intended it to work. I quickly sal down again with the whole of it completely hidden from view.
"Bravo!" shouted the captain, and lifting Betty up he pulled off her drawers and made her sit on his lap with his rigid prick right up her cunt.
We two girls, being thus so pleasantly transfixed from behind, wriggled about on our human seats. Then, leaning forward, we embraced one another in our arms, with our faces over each other's shoulder.
Johnny availed himself of the nearness of Betty face to kiss her and thrust his tongue into her mouth while he enjoyed the pleasing friction of his prick amid the clinging folds of my cunt.
Meanwhile, the captain cried. "Lift up a minute. Betty, and let me finish up your arsehole."
She raised herself while he transferred his moist prick from her cunt to her bumhole.
A Hush of delight then came over her face as she pressed down and the soft round head slid into her arse, to be immediately followed by the whole of the shaft.
It would occupy too much space to describe all that went on in that car for the whole drive was one of continual licentious behaviour and pleasure.
When he reached the inn we found that Mat and his wife were in their bedroom with the door locked, so the captain called through the keyhole. "Go it, Mat! How are you getting on. Laura?"
"Oh, Uncle, Mat is nearly fucking me to death!"
"Don't you believe her. St. John." called Mat. "She has her randy cunt over my face while she .sucks the very lifeblood out of my prick."
We soon gathered round an excellent spread, and while the waiters remained we behaved ourselves with as much propriety as we could, though a good deal of cunt-fingering passed on the sly.
After a good nightcap of grog all round we retired to our respective rooms, Betty and I occupying a room between that of the landlord and his wife and Mat and Laura.
I must have fallen asleep some time when I was awakened by Betty's hand playing with my cunt. She had uncovered me, and having drawn up my legs was now exploring between them.
At least, I thought it was Betty, until I put my hand down and felt the warm prick of a very hairy man prodding my cunt and distending it to an unusual decree.
"Who are you?" I asked, raising my hand to feel his face. I touched a smooth round chin, with a tuft of hair in the middle which I knew was not possessed by either the captain or Johnny.
"Get away!" I cried. "Whoever you are. I won't let you fuck me!" and I tried to slip from under him, but he only seized me by the hips and fucked away.
A torrent of spunk pouring into my cunt stopped any further complaint from me, and I even returned his kiss as he lay panting on my naked bosom.
After discharging, his prick lay soaking in my cunt while our tongues met and enfolded one another.
He did not remain quiet for long, however. Moved by the convulsive throbs of my cunt, he placed his hands under me and grasped the cheeks of my bottom, and then began to fuck me again. I spread my thighs and jerked up my cunt to meet every thrust, while I spurred him on by hammering his backside with my heels.
But just as the delightful pleasure was speeding on to completion we were both startled by the appearance of a tall and handsome woman in a white nightgown, with her long hair streaming over her shoulders.
"You vagabond!" she screamed, with her eyes ablaze. "It's here I find you! Not content with your lawful wife, you roger all the maids and even assault the ladies that come to our house! Get out of here, you lascivious beast!" and putting down the lamp she carried, she threw herself on her husband and tried to pull him off me.
But he held on like grim death, resolved that come what may he would finish his fuck. Her outcry, however, brought the others on the scene; the captain, Johnny and Betty, each with a candle in hand, rushed into the room.
"Hells bells," cried the captain. "What's the row? Fight fair, girls. Two against one won't do," and dragging off the wife he tumbled with her on the floor.
Tn the struggle her dress was pulled up. and the jolly captain found himself between her legs with his ready prick right up her open cunt.
Betty threw herself back on the bed with laughter, and Johnny, after surveying the scene for a moment, thought he could not find anything better to do than follow suit by availing himself of the favourable position of Betty's upturned bottom.
So, lifting her nightie and poking his prick through the mass of tangled black hair, he penetrated her well-moistened crack.
Our three cunts now being satisfactorily filled and the three pricks actively engaged in the work most congenial to their nature, all complaints ceased, and the landlord's wife did not retire until she had been fucked by each of the three pricks in turn.
The following morning after breakfast, we spent a pleasant hour in an orgy of prick and cunt-sucking, after which we returned to Port Royal.
CHAPTER TEN
The Governor and his Family
At length we set sail for Trinidad, with the Governor and his suits aboard.
Sir Charles was an elderly man of "the line old English gentleman' type. His manner was courteous and from the first he was most particular in his attention to me.
He seemed to arouse all the ire of his proud and jealous wife, for she was positively rude in her conduct towards me and made it her habit, whenveer he was conversing with me, to swoop down like some bird of prey and carry him off.
The captain had given up his cabin to the Governor and had taken Mat's, while the daughter. Blanche, was located in the one next to mine at the opposite side of the saloon.
She was several years my senior, and being filled with grand ideas of her birth and station her manner was very cold, so that we had very little intercourse.
She assumed the role of a prude, but there was something in her eye that told a different tale and set me on watch to ascertain whether my suspicions were correct.
They ail suffered at first from the usual sea-sickness: but the Governor, being the first to recover, gladly availed himself of the opportunity to ingratiate himself with me, and I was inclined to encourage his advances.
The captain who enjoyed a joke-to spite the old lady, facilitated the enterprise in every way he could.
So it came to pass that one evening we sat together on the deck, his lady being not yet well enough to favour us with her presence. The old man was in high glee. He tucked a rug around me to protect me from the dew and ventured a kiss. Emboldened by finding that I did not object, he drew me closer to him. Then, putting his hand under my clothes, he let it wander up to my thighs.
He fingered my cunt for a while, and finding I offered no resistance he then got out his prick and slipped it up my well-moistened cunt.
It was not a very large prick, and didn't seem very strong. So. to help him, I gripped it tightly between my cunt lips, and it wasn't long before he shot his spunk into be. He then lay back, panting from his exertions.
I slid my hand down and held his prick. Tt felt rather soft and flabby, so I stroked it and tickled his balls.
The old fellow was delighted and regaining something of his youthful ardour he fucked me again with all his might.
We attempted the same game again later but he found it almost impossible to dodge the mother and daughter who both watched us with most suspicious eyes.
However. I soon learnt something of Blache's doing's that placed us on a more even footing.
My maid Zilla who had been keeping herself well fucked by various members of the crew, now told me about her latest conquest, the Governor's valet. She had taxed him with his devotion to Miss Blanche, and he had told her she had seduced him when he was a mere lad. She actually fawned on him, and had got her father to allow him to teach her Italian in her cabin so that she would be able to frig and suck his prick in privacy.
When I repeated all this to the captain he laughed till the tears ran down his face, and then said he would like to see her do it.
That gave him an idea: for he went down to my cabin and made an adjustment to the paneling so that it could be moved and thus provide a good view of the interior of Blanche's cabin.
Having heard Blanche tell the valet to bring his Italian dictionary after breakfast. I hurried down to my cabin and applied my eyes to the aperture the captain had made.
The view that met my gaze was even more delightful than I had imagined. Sporio, the valet, was sitting on the bunk and holding a book from which he was reading: his trousers were open all down the front and his shirt tucked up under his waistcoat.
Blanche was seated in front of him on a low stool, her head resting on his thigh and with both hands on his dark-coloured prick.
She kissed it. moved its head all over her face and licked it-and all the while gently frigging it with her fingers.
It was a finely proportioned prick, streaked with rich blue veins and in a state of throbbing erection. After a while she said. "Lie back, darling, and I will mount over you and put it in myself. You can look and see whether I guide the devil right."
She lifted her skirts and pinned them up above her waist: then she took off her drawers and straddled his middle, and I could see the purple-headed prick slide right up her cunt.
When she had it safely housed she took hold of a projection and allowed the motion of the ship to produce the exciting feeling she desired.
She continued this delightful method of fucking until she had pumped him dry and completely exhausted him.
"My Sporia is tired easily today. He must be going after too much new cunt." she said. "Do you find my hairy quim as attractive as ever? Or perhaps it is Queenie you would prefer to fuck," she added, with a pout of her pretty lips.
"Of course not, my sweet," he answered. "But all the same I must admit it would be nice to have my prick in her mouth and up her cunt."
When I related all this to the captain, he rubbed his hands together and said that somehow he must arrange to witness one of these Italian lessons with me.
It must have made him feel horny, too, for he made me lean back with my cunt fully exposed to the light, and kneeling between my legs he gave me a most delicious tonguing. Then, just as I was about to spend, he rose and buried his fiery-headed prick in my hot, wet and throbbing cunt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
My Adopted Father and Protector
Passing over the events immediately following our arrival, I was now settled in Government House, the favourite guest of the respected governor and the chosen companion of his only daughter. My rooms are luxuriously fitted out in the cheeriest part of the building. I have almost a little suite to myself-a comfortable bedchamber, with a commodious bathroom adjoining, and the snuggest possible little boudoir, opening through a verandah on to a portion of the ground specially set aside for my enjoyment and supervision.
For attendants, I have my own maid, Zilla, and an intelligent black boy, called Davy, to work in the ground and act as messenger. The old gentleman himself pays me every attention and visits me often on the sly, though in public he is most circumspect-yet always exceedingly kind and indulgent.
I have grown very fond of him and do everything in my power to please and gratify him. Blanche and I are very good friends; we read and work together and receive joint instruction from various masters.
I am not sure whether she is fully aware of the connection between her father and me; but if she is, she takes no notice of it, wisely judging that it is at all events better for her than if he married again. In due course letters were received from my father, thanking the governor for his attention to me and gladly consenting to our present arrangement.
Carlo obtained from the English Government the pardon he sought, together with a substantial reward, and being found efficient as a seaman and a navigator was appointed captain of the good old ship Cummarrilla.
Good tidings also awaited our Sporio. The governor heard from the British Envoy to the Court of Tuscanny, not only confirming the account he had given to his family, but announcing that his brother was dead and that now he was the sole heir to the title and estates of the Lamberiini. Sporia, now Count Lambertini, himself heard from the family lawyer informing him of the event, and that a large sum of money had been placed at his disposal.
One of his first acts was to offer me his hand and fortune: but I was not then inclined to marry, for I loved my freedom and independence. Besides, I thought that among the proud nobles of Italy the slur on my birth would surely be cast in my teeth. So I declined his generous offer in the kindest manner and with many expressions of esteem: at the same time, I advised him to turn to Blanche, who was more suited to him by birth and connections and who, I knew loved him dearly.
He took my advice, and having proposed to Miss Stanhope was accepted by both father and daughter. After a marriage celebrated with great aplomb, Blanche set sail for Italy as the Countess Lambertini.
Having thus satisfactorily disposed of our chief dramatis personae, let us return to my humble self and my protector. Sir Charles Stanhope. To avoid scandal he went through some legal formalities adopting me as his child, and having made a settlement he prevailed on me to assume his name. In consequence, I was well received everywhere, and had not end of suitors.
But now I must explain our private agreement. He had a concealed entrance to my rooms, of which even the servants were ignorant. In my bathroom was a linen cupboard. It had a movable back, which also formed the back of a similar cupboard in his room on the other side.
His practice was to retire early at night, pleading in excuse his advancing years. My boudoir was my favourite place for working and reading, and I avowedly devoted my evenings to study. So, when the house was quiet, and the doors and windows well secured, the governor was able to visit his 'fair Rosamond', as he loved to call me.
Then, in the full light of brilliant lamps, I would strip for him, and then take out and fondle for him into life his soft and attenuated prick while I read aloud some luscious work or related some amorous tale. But nothing excited and so thoroughly pleased him as to hear a description of my own fucking adventures; and he was always begging me to get myself fucked as often as possible and to give him the fullest details. Then he would examine my inflamed quim, sniff the salty odour and lick its moistened lips.
Here is an instance. The governor is lying on a wide, comfortale sofa opposite a large mirror; I am leaning by his side in such a position as to afford him a full view in the glass of my cunt and bottom.
I pet and frig his slowly stiffening pride, and he titillates my excited quim. watching its appearance in the glass while he asks for the latest news.
"Well. Queenie, my pet; have you anything to tell me tonight'.' Did you succeed with James? He seems the right kind ol man and amorously disposed. I was glad to see you coming this evening from the stables!"
"I did. Charlie (his pet name in private). Can't you see and feel how moist my cunt is? I haven't even wiped it yet. Smell it. dear."
"Yes. my love, it's in a delicious state, it's moist, and the hot smell from it is most fragrant and exciting. Now tell me everything that happened-and don't miss one word."
"Well, I went out to enquire about my mare-she was so frisky this morning that I could scarcely mount her. James met me in the stable, and as I passed him to get to the horse box and pat my mare on the neck as usual, he put his hand on my shoulder, saying, 'Take care. Miss Stanhope, she is not in a mood to be trusted," and in some way he made her plunge. Naturally, I started back, and he caught me in his arms.
"Oh, Miss Queenie. you were very near to being hurt, and that would have been awful, for we are all so fond of you.' and he pressed me to his breast. 'Dearest lady, who couldn't help loving you? How glad I am I was able to save you from harm," he said, as he drew me towards a corner.
"I thanked him for his care and attention, and said, "Now let me go. James. I am in no danger here!'
"He put his face close to mine, and whispered. 'Might I make so bold-just one kiss-darling Miss Queenie?'
"'You may," I replied, 'as a reward. There, that will do. Let me go you will make me fall! Oh. James, what are you doing? Stop pushing your knee between mine' Don't lift up my clothes! What do you mean by unbuttoning your flies? Oh. stop! I did not give you permission to put your hand there! Oh. James, how your lingers tickle me! Oh! How big you are it will kill me! Oh. it is in! How nice it feels! How well you do it press up to my heart! Yes. James, it is a big strong prick! You may pinch my bottom and put your fingers in while you fuck!" I cried, as I felt his great tool poking my cunt while I lay under him on a heap of hay in the corner. He drove it home with such energy and force that his hard balls banged against by bottom, and then he flooded my cunt with boiling spunk."
By this time I had Charlie's prick in fine erection, and he cried, "Get over me, my love, and lay your sweet arse on my face; I will suck your delicious quim while you draw from my prick its milky juice."
I presented him with my arse, and he licked and sucked both the apertures in my furrow of delight, while I received in my mouth the discharge of his seed.
Then we took some refreshment which I always had ready, and he returned to his own apartment, for he could seldom manage more than one emission at a time. Next evening he came as usual, and asked me if I had anything new to tell him.
"Well, Charlie .as you know, I am always on the lookout for any love adventures that I think will give you pleasure. You spoke the other day about Dr. Pricket, and asked me to give him some encouragement. Well, he called again this afternoon, and by my direction was shown into my boudoir. The blinds were drawn, and I was reclining on the couch complaining of a headache and pain in my chest. He examined my chest with his stethoscope, and while he was so doing I allowed him to have a good view and feel of my swelling titties. His eyes sparkled as he gently squeezed one of my nipples with his trembling fingers. Then, putting his hand down, he said, " 'I want to feel the region around your liver, bull Can't through all this clothing. May I put my hand underneath?'
You may, over my chemise," I replied, leaning
"He bent forward, and as if by accident his hand went up under my chemise.
"'Oh, doctor; I said over my chemise, but I feel your hand on my bare skin!'
"'Dear Miss Queenie. what difference does it make? It is all in a professional way, and we doctors are accustomed to having no secrets kept from us.' All this time his hand was roaming over the lower part of my belly, and at last I felt his fingers passing down between my thighs and pressing my cunt.
"'Oh, doctor," I said, 'that's not where my liver is at all."
"'True; but it is very intimately connected with it. When the liver is inactive there is always sympathetic disturbance here. Do you ever feel any unusual heat here, or anything like obstruction in the passage?' He pushed his finger boldly into the entrance of my easily excited cunt, and with his thumb he began to rub the clitoris.
"'No, doctor, there is nothing wrong with me there. Oh! What are you doing? You will drive me wild! Oh! Oh! I am on fire! Do I want anything there? Oh, you have made me so on heat I don't know what I am saying or doing. What do I want? You know what I want-a prick! Yes, of course I know you have a prick: how could you be a Pricket if you hadn't?' I said, laughing. 'Put my hand on it? Well, I will, to please you. Yes, it is a fine specimen of the manly organ-both stiff and long! Do the ladies like that kind of prick? You k now that better than I do. Would my cunt like it? Yes, doctor: for I don't know how you have managed it but you have set it on fire and made it glow like a furnace. I am sure you have put something in it-it burns so!'
"'Nonsense, child," he said, "it is the sight and feel of my prick which has made you long for a fuck. Now, confess, isn't it?' All this time he was most skillfully manipulating my cunt, making every nerve in it tingle with pleasure.
"'Yes, I am longing for a fuck! Come on, hurry-put it in or you will drive me mad!' I cried, spreading my thighs.
"'There! In with it! Ah, I have it at last! Now fuck away! How lovely your prick feels, it quite fills up my cunt!' Then, pushing my hand between our bellies. I felt the root of his prick and squeezed his balls while I threw up my legs and hammered his bottom with my heels to force him further into my cunt. He held me in a grip of iron while he fucked away: and then, with a sigh of delight, he poured into my cunt a perfect torrent of thick warm spunk."
Meanwhile, the dear old governor, quivering with emotion had poured his scanty discharge over my breasts; for I was frigging his prick with my titties pressed together on its sides.
He then requested me to favour him with an actual fucking demonstration while he lay concealed in my room, and Davy, my errand boy was fixed upon as the medium. Though called a 'boy' Davy was a well-grown lad of eighteen-and not bad looking for a negro.
"But what if Davy should prove unwilling," I asked.
"Oh!" he replied. "Don't trouble yourself about that; you will find him only too willing if you give him the opportunity. It is not every day a white woman will throw herself in his way."
"But if so," I added, "are we safe in trusting him?"
"You can make him safe by winning his affection. Young fellows of his class are often more trustworthy than those from whom you might expect better things. But to make doubly sure, you may threaten him with my displeasure; the fear of that would, I think, be sufficient to shut his mouth."
So I consented, and arranged for the governor to be hiding in my room about the middle of the next day-the time when I usually took my bath and he his siesta-so that through the open door he could see and hear all that passed.
The next morning, having warned Zilla to allow no one to disturb me during my after bath sleep, I directed Davy to gather a nice bunch of flowers and bring them to my room. Meanwhile the governor entered by the secret door, and was duly ensconced behind my bedroom door.
Soon afterwards Davy appeared, his ebony face beaming and showing all his ivory teeth by way of contrast, while he held a glowing bouquet in his hand. He found me loosely dressed and lying on the soft.
"I said, "Oh, Davy, I am so glad you have come. I cannot sleep for those horrid flies. Lay the bouquet on the table, and then pick up my fan and keep the flies away while I try and get a little rest, for I am tired and sleepy."
Davy took the fan and kneeling on a stool at my side discharged the office thus imposed upon him, while I. overpowered with heat, lay tossing about and affording him sundry peeps at my bare arms and by bosom. "Oh, Davy, I am so hot that I cannot rest. Could you unfasten my felt for me? It is hooked behind," I added, turning over on my side. With deft and ready lingers he did what I required.
"Why, Davy .one would think you were trained as lady's maid," I said, turning on my back, and raising one of my knees. He grinned, and said, with inborn galantry, that I made him very happy, and then asked if he could do anything else to give me more ease. I smiled at him and said:
"Davy, you are a good boy, and you can see how much I trust you in having you by me when I sleep," and closing my eyes I continued:
"Yes, there is one thing more I think you could do for me. and which I am too lazy to do myself, and that is to take off my garters-they feel very tight now that I am so warm."
Davy almost bounded at the word, and quick as thought his trembling hands were fumbling about my knees while I pretended to be more than half asleep and totally unmindful of his manoeuvres. My garters were fastened above my knees, and the heat, I suppose, had caused my thighs to swell, for he seemed to find considerable difficulty in opening the buckles. At last, with much lifting of my skirt to see what he was doing-and perhaps something more besides-he succeeded with the leg that was raised, but the other he had to lift himself to facilitate the operation. He stooped a good deal, and in raising my leg he managed to separate my thighs. I was conscious that he was gazing up most intently, but I lay quite motionless, as if overpowered with sleep. Meanwhile, having removed the garters he continued touching and softly pressing try thighs, first on the outside and then the inner parts, gradually lifting my dress more and more. He now bent forward until his head was almost between my thighs and I heard him sniffing as if he was enjoying that subtle perfume which exhales from the cunt of every healthy woman, no matter how clean she is in her habits or how particular she may be in keeping her private parts nice and sweet. I could almost hear his heart beating as his trembling fingers approached the hairy chink that was now the great object of his desire, and which lay so temptingly within easy reach.
At last his fingers touched the cuter edges of the lips: as he perceived no shrinking from his touch he let his hand rest lightly on the soft, pouting ridges, and looking up he attentively scanned the features of my face.
At first a slight twitching at the corners of my mouth seemed to alarm him. But I quickly brought the refractory muscles under control, and the symptoms of heavy sleep prevailed; so he ventured again to investigate the object of his special interest and desire. He pushed his fingers in between the lips, and at the same time in the gentlest manner he spread my thighs a little further apart. His head bent forward as if irresistibly drawn towards the magic spot. His breath stirred the hair that grew around it. He kissed the lips. His protruding tongue entered and played around the soft recess.
My nerves began to tingle and my clitoris to swell. To remain quiet any longer was impossible, I stirred and he started up, covered with confusion. To reassure him I said in my blandest tone: "Oh, Davy, I have had such a pleasant dream. I dreamed I was once more a child bathing with my nurse, and that, she was kissing me all over."
Then, glancing down, I continued: "But, Davy, I am sure you must have been looking at me and touching me somewhere-did you mistake me for your sweetheart?"
"No, Missy. Davy have no sweetheart. He love nobody but Missy herself. Oh, Missy, when I take off your garters I forced to look up, and I did see something-the very opening of heaven did shine out between your lovely thighs. Oh, Missy, it too much for poor Davy. If you no let him see again, he die; that sure!"
"Ah, Davy, I fear you are a foolish boy. However. I would not wish you to die; yet if I let you look again you might boast of it to somebody, and that would make me sorry for being kind to you and trusting you so much."
"Sweet Missy, you may trust Davy, he die sooner than make you unhappy!"
"Well, then, Davy, to show you how much I trust you, you may take one peep-but only one, mind you."
In a moment my dress was lifted up, my thighs widely spread and Davy's head and shoulders between them. He darted at my cunt like some famished animal at its prey. He kissed the lips and rubbed his nose in the slit in between. Then, thrusting in his tongue, he licked all the inside and up the passage as far as he could reach.
This tasting of love, as pleasing to me as it was ravishing to him, only whetted his appetite and increased my excitement. He looked up again, and now his eyes seemed actually ablaze with amorous fire as he exclaimed : "Oh, Missy, your sweet cunt is as juicy as a melon and hot like a baked yam. It surely long for its-friend. Oh, look at him, darling Missy. Don't be angry with poor Davy," he pleaded. as he pulled out a fine black tool of goodly size, stiff and throbbing, and pushing it towards me he said: "Feel it, Missy," for he saw the look of interest with which I regarded it.
It pulsed as I felt it, and gave a jerk, as if electrified my by touch. He now leant over me, and with a most entreating look, said: "Darling Missy, won't you let him in? He fill you with love and delight!"
"Well, Davy, I can hardly refuse you, now that I have let you go so far; but first see that the door is bolted securely. Now let down your pantaloons, or take them off altogether, that will be better-it is so warm!"
He obeyed with the utmost alacrity, and presenting to view fine muscular legs and shapely buttocks as he stooped over me and gently drew me across the couch.
I twisted my body into such a position as would afford my dear Charlies the fullest and most exciting view of the whole business. I smiled towards him, as I could just distinguish his face through the slightly open door. The room inside had been darkened for our purpose, but I could see that he was nodding approval and rubbing his prick.
Meanwhile Davy, having raised up my thighs, inserted the point of his weapon in the open sheath prepared for its reception and began to work it back and forth with both skill and effect. Each time he drove it home he grunted, till he reached the climax and I felt a torrent of hot sperm discharged with unusual vigour into my throbbing receptacle.
Davy desired a repetition and I was quite ready for it too! but my thoughts turning to my dear Charlie, I checked him and said: "Not now, Davy, some other time I will call you again. You must really put on your things now and be off to your work-it would never do you know, for anyone to find you here in my boudoir."
He reluctantly obeyed, and getting into his trousers set himself to rights. I then let him kiss me, and after I had promised to let him fuck me again soon, he hastily withdrew. I locked the door after him and turned to meet Charlie, who now entered radiant with smiles and holding him prick in a state of unusual stiffness in his hand.
Enfolding me in his arms, he thanked me for the great pleasure I had afforded him and commended what he called my extraordinary cleverness in conducting the affair in such a natural and satisfactory manner.
"I am glad you liked it, Charlie dear," I said. "And I may tell you that the thought that you were watching and enjoying it too, increased my own pleasure ten-fold. I am now ready, as you see, to give this poor fellow a specially warm reception. Look how red and swollen the lips are-and see what a lot of spunk is trickling down the furrow! Now, pop him in, and he will feel the welcome I have ready for him."
He then revelled as usual in my excited and well-moistened cunt; and after a most enjoyable fuck, accompanied by expressions of fondest endearments, he took his departure.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Training of Susy
About this time, Zilla, who rendered me willing and valuable aid in my efforts to please the old governor, received into her charge a pretty young girl to train as lady's maid. She was the orphan daughter of a soldier-Susy by name, and fifteen years of age.
The governor was greatly pleased when he heard of it, and said it would be nice to see her in the bath with me and hear us talk together-and my Queenie knows the kind of talk that will please her Charlie best!"
I planned the matter with Zilla; she was to be her initiator in the first instance, and was to report progress to me. She therefore brought her to her own room am? they slept together the first night.
Next morning, when Zilla attended me as usual, she told me she had no difficulty in obtaining Susy's fullest confidence. Die lad a charming little cunt, with smooth fair hair and silky lips; her rosy clitoris was very sensitive and easily excited, and from her disposition and previous learning she was fitted and prepared for all kinds of amorous sports and enjoyments.
Zilla also found out that although Susy had not as yet been regularly fucked, she was perfectly familiar with the act and knew the names of all the parts employed-and liked to talk about them too. She had seen her mother fucked by other men besides her own husband; and one of the officers had frequently petted and looked at her cunny as a child and taught her to frig and suck his prick.
I said I would like her to attend me when taking my mid-day bath, "and you may tell her, Zilla, that the more free and unconstrained she is with me the better I will like her, and that nothing would please me more than to hear from herself a full and detailed account of all she has seen and heard of those interesting matters, for I am exceedingly curious about such subjects."
The old governor was delighted when I told him all about this, especially when he heard that Susy had a smooth, fat little cunt with scarcely any hair on it.
"How I shall enjoy seeing her naked with you in the bath," he said.
The following day I had him snugly seated in the cupboard, and through a slit in the door able to see and hear all that went on in the bathroom. Susy was in attendance, and as she assisted me in taking off my dress, I said: "Now, Susy, you may as well strip too, for the bath is large and I like to have someone to bathe with me.
I was soon in pubis naturalibus, but I observed that she hesitated about pulling off her vest.
"Why, Susy," I said, laughing. "You don't mind me seeing you naked, I hope. It is natural enough to be reserved before men, but it is excess of modesty for women to mind one another, for we are all furnished pretty much the same. That's right," I continued, as she drew off her cotton vest, and drawing her towards me I put one hand on her bottom and the other on her smooth plump little cunny.
"You have no reason to hesitate, for you are very nicely furnished for so young a girl. Come, let us compare each other."
Of course my object was to make the girl display her young charms in the fullest manner, and to lead her on to lascivious talk, so as to give more gratification to my dear Charlie, who was I knew at that very moment rubbing up his prick as he feasted his eyes on her budding charms.
I drew her forward to face the cupboard, and passing my hand over her pretty mound, I asked, "Is it long, dear, since these silky hairs began to sprout?"
"No. Miss, it is only within the last month that I have noticed the hair growing on me there."
"These fat round lips are very soft; and this funny little lump in between-how it slips about. Do you often pet it with your fingers?"
"Sometimes, Miss," she said, and she blushed.
I laughed as I frigged her, and said, "You and I will be good friends, I'm sure. And now let me assure you that the more confidence you have in me the better I shall like you: and besides, I know very well what girls are, and that no matter how demure they seem before men. when they are among themselves they delight in unrestrained liberty both in speech and action. Moreover, I don't think the less of a girl for it, provided she does it wisely and discreetly. Now, tell me, dear, has this pretty little chink ever been touched by a man?" I asked, still continuing the frigging, so that she shivered and jerked as often as I pressed the sensitive top of her tiny clitoris.
"Yes, Miss-Oh!"
"Often?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Ah, I thought so, and I like you all the better for it. Now let us have our bath; we can finish our talk afterwards.
We then got in the bath and enjoyed the refreshing effects of the cool water while we dipped and splashed about. Susy grew more familiar as we played and toyed together, and she became quite affectionate as she dried me afterwards.
"Before we put our things on again," I said, "sit down here with me a while; lean back and open your thighs-you have a charming little quim, and I want to have a good view of it. Now tell me who touched it first, and how he did it."
"Well, Miss, the first man who touched my cunt was Captain Joyce. My mother was his laundress, and she used to send his clean clothes by me. He always got me to put them in the drawer. He knew the time of my coming, and generally had cakes or something nice for me to eat. One day he kissed me and called me his pretty little maid. He quickly saw that I felt flattered, for at that time I thought it a great thing to be kissed by an officer. Then he got me to sit on his knee. He tickled me at first under my arms, then between my thighs. At last he got his hand upon my cunt. After a while he prevailed on me to lie back and open my legs and let him look at it; and what do you think-nothing would satisfy him but to kiss and lick the inside with his tongue! Wasn't that horrible?"
"Not at all, dear Susy; it is quite a natural thing for a man to kiss and Suck the cunt of a nice girl like you. Why, I have even known women to kiss each other's cunt; but go on, what did he do next? Did he show you his prick at all?"
"Indeed he did; he coaxed me to even unbutton his trousers and take it out with my own hand. Then he showed me how to frig it, and got me to kiss it and suck its top. One day he stripped me stark naked and placed me across his lap with my bottom to his belly; then he pressed his standing prick along my slit in front while a frigged it with one hand and stirred his balls with the other, and soon a lot of hot milk spurted out all over my belly."
"Did he ever try to get it into your cunt?"
"Yes, often; but I was too small, and he hurt me a good deal!"
"Did you ever see anyone fucked?"
"Oh, yes. I often saw my ether fucked, and indeed most of the women in the barracks."
"Tell me all about it-but, Susy, I do believe you are spending! Let me taste it, dear," and putting my hands under her plump little bottom and my face between her thighs, I rubbed my nose in the sweet, savoury chink and lapped up the rich juice that exuded from its exciting depths.
"Dear Miss, how nice that is," she said, wriggling about. "How kind and good you are! I never felt anything so lovely! Let me kiss and suck your sweet cunt in return."
"All right, Sue, and while you suck it slip the tip of your finger into my. bottom-I love to be tickled there at the same time."
I lay back so that Charlie might have a good side view of my cunt while Susy licked it, and as she leaned forward her own pretty little bottom with its round hole just over the rosy chink of her cunt, was turned towards him too.
"Oh, Susy, dear, I am spending! Suck it, my love," and putting down my hands I pressed her head between my wide-spread thighs as I felt the sweet suction of her lips on my clitoris and the point of her tongue darting into the sensitive orifice beneath.
"That's a good girl. You gave me great pleasure, Susy. I must see that you are nicely fucked one of these days. How would you like to fee! a prick going into this little chink of yours?"
"It would feel very nice, I am sure. But would you really like to see me fucked, Miss?"
"That depends upon whom you are fucked my, how would you like to be fucked by the governor?"
"Oh, Miss, surely he would not care to fuck a girl like me?"
"Why not, Susy? You could give him as much pleasure as the finest lady in the land."
"Oh, but isn't he too old? He might not care for that sort of thing now."
"Ah, he is not so old as he looks," I said, "and I have reason to know that he enjoys a fuck now as much as he ever did in his life."
She opened her eyes and looked at me in an earnest and excited manner.
"What I mean is, Sue, he has no wife now, and you know a man needs a woman at times. I am sure you are just the one he would like to have; and if you are inclined to gratify him I would not object in the least, for I am very fond of him and like to have him pleased. And then he would be very good to you, and might be of service to your mother too."
"Well, Miss, I will let him if it pleases you and if he cares for it himself; but how and when can it be done?"
"Oh, I'll manage that. He will be having supper with me tonight; you and Zilla will be there to open oysters for us, and then perhaps we shall all have some fun together. In the meantime, if you care for it you may have a little amusement with Davy in the garden."
She blushed crimson, and said, "Why, Miss, you don't think that I play with Davy?"
"No, but he plays with you, and isn't that much the same thing? Ah, you little rascal, you little thought that I saw his kiss you this morning, and if I mistake not he ran his hand up to where your little cunny hides itself."
"Oh, Miss, what sharp eyes you have! It was very impudent of him, and he shan't do it again; if he does I will give him something he won't forget in a hurry."
"Oh, don't be unkind; Davy s a merry boy and full of fun. I don't think he means any harm. Now go, dear. I will see you again later today."
I was quickly in dear Charlie's arms. Oh, how he fondled me and praised me. Love's vocabulary was exhausted in his efforts to find sufficient terms of endearment.
We had a delicious fuck. And here let me say a word in explanation. After an unusually wide experience in these matters, I prefer the embraces of an elderly man-provided he had not rendered himself inept by early excesses or self-abuse. As a rule young men are too hasty and precipitant, and their only thought seems to be self-gratification. Whereas an elderly man is usually more deliberate in his action, and more anxious that the woman he is with should fully participate in the pleasure. An elderly man is also, generally, more fond and tender in his love and far less exacting in his demands.
But another and deeper reason for this partiality arises from the different way in which the act itself is regarded by the two sexes. Man, who is perhaps by nature more selfish, generally looks for pleasure, irrespective of the female who supplies it-anyone that serves his purpose will do. It is not so with women, at least not generally, and I know my own sex well; their chief and highest gratification arises from their capacity to impart enjoyment to the man they love, and hence they seldom care for the venereal connection except with one whom they esteem and love.
Of course, I don't refer here to those who, from unfortunate necessity, are obliged to grant their favours to anyone that will pay for them. I refer only to those who bestow their favours freely without that wretched greed for money or costly present which degrades so many.
Now my dear old Charlie, though not perhaps the object of my first passion, had really gained possession of my heart's best affection, and I therefore enjoyed and reciprocated his embrace with a warmth I experienced with no other man. I found him always kind, gentle and considerate, and absolutely free from the green-eyed monster jealousy. In fact, instead of restricting me in dispensing my favours, he was continually urging me to form fresh connections and seek out new prick adventures.
Provided I kept his secret inviolate, and that he occupied the first place in my affections, he rather rejoiced in the number and variety of my lovers; in fact, there was not an aide-de-camp or officer in attendance whom he did not suggest as a likely object for an amorous intrigue.
But more of this anon. Now to return. As he lay in my arms, he asked me to tell him more about Susy and Davy. "He was quick in making up to her!"
"It turns out," I said, "that they are old friends. His father has charge of the barracks garden, and Davy worked there with him. He often took Susy with him to pick fruit. So this morning he went out to renew her acquaintance. He seemed delighted to meet her again, and drawing her under the shade of a wide-spreading banana tree he took her in his arms and felt her young breasts, and then suddenly ran his hand up her clothes. I saw it all, for I was watching through the lattice, and although she pretended she was very angry she certainly showed no displeasure so far as I could see, for she remained quiet and even opened her thighs to give him more room. What more might have happened I don't know, had not Zilla come into the garden and called her. When she heard Zilla's voice she jumped up and went to her."
"What fun it would be if we could watch them together! Could you manage it, Queenie?"
"Well, I might. The kiosk at the end of the ground commands the whole garden, and I pass much of my time there reading in the upper room. If we could get there without being seen by them we could watch everything they did through the lattice-work. But perhaps the better plan would be to take Davy into my confidence and let him know beforehand that I was looking on, and that he was giving me pleasure as well as himself. You might, without his knowledge, enter the grounds by the wicket gate close to the kiosk and be there before me."
"That's a splendid idea, Queenie! Arrange with him for tomorrow forenoon, and I will come round after dispatching my letters. What do you think of calling him now and telling him, and then giving him a little treat as a reward. The very though of it is stirring me up."
"Very well," I replied. "Go in there now and fix yourself while I call him in. I'm quite sure he won't be slow in availing himself of the opportunity," and leaving the governor to settle himself again behind the door in my darkened room, I stepped into the garden and called Davy.
After a moment he showed himself at the farther end looking flustered and hurriedly getting his dress in order, while at the same time I caught a glimpse of Susy's skirt as she hastily disappeared through the side door.
"I want a bunch of geraniums to take with me in the carriage, Davy; gather some, please, and bring them to my room."
He followed me quickly with the flowers in his hand. As I took them from him, I said, "I was sorry to have disturbed you just now, Davy; what were you and Susy doing?"
"Oh, Missy, I was talking to her and she wanted to kiss me," he said grinning.
"Very good; and you, Joseph-like, ran away from her."
"No, no, Missy. Davy never run from a petticoat! "
"I believe you, Davy, you are too fond of what is under the petticoat; forgive me for having called you away from it."
"Ah, Missy, I have just been longing for you to call me again as you promised. Oh, Missy, may I now-just one little feel?"
"Well, Davy, if I let you for a moment, will you be very good and do everything I ask you?"
"That I will-everything."
He went on his knees, and I quickly felt one of his black paws roving over my bottom and the other exploring my well-moistened cunt.
"Oh, how nice," he muttered, smacking his large, fleshy lips, "it all melting with love; let me look." I helped him to raise my dress. "Oh, it have bright colour-red as the rose; and lovely smell-let me kiss and suck it."
"Now, Davy, stand up before me while I sit on the sofa-so. I want to see what you are like," I said, drawing out his black tool. "Why, it's all hot and moist-what were you doing with it?"
"Oh, Missy, don't you know? Susy was kissing it."
"Then it must have been with the mouth between her legs-I know by the smell it has! You may as well tell me honestly, I don't be angry with you."
"Well, Missy, I won't tell you a lie. I had just given her one little poke, and was going to begin the second time when you called me."
"Has Suzy a nice cunt? Have you ever fucked her before?"
"No, Missy, but I kissed it. It is very nice; and you can see it all very plain, for it have scarcely any covering, and it very smooth to suck. But. oh. Missy, I never see cunny so nice and soft and beautiful as yours! May I get in and have one little fuck?"
"Yes, Davy, but listen first. I want to see you fuck Susy. To enable me to do so, you will have to bring her into the lower part of the kiosk in the garden and lay her down on the matting in the corner with her clothes right up, so that when I look down through the floor of the room above I shall see all that you do. I will be there tomorrow forenoon, and then have Susy sent out to the garden while she thinks I am out riding. And if you do it well and have plenty of talk, too, I will give you a call soon. Do you understand?"
Davy grinned with satisfaction.
"Good, Missy, Davy will do all he can to please."
I then leaned back, spread my thighs and let him push in his engine of love, turning him in such a way that Charlie might have a view of it as it glided in and out between the clinging lips of my cunt.
"Now, Davy, give me a good fuck!"
Davy pounded away with all his might till his seed gushed out. I then sent him away and gratified my Charlie with another inspection; but would not let him spend, for I wanted to save his force for the evening.
After dinner the governor came openly into my part of the grounds and strolled about with me till supper time, when we entered my boudoir where the lights were burning and the windows closed. Zilla and Susy were in attendance, and we had a good deal of chaffing with them while they were opening the oysters. The governor insisted on them taking some champagne to refresh them after their exertions, and we soon all grew very merry. The governor began to kiss and tickle them: they retaliated-and Zilla even pulled his beard. In return he ran his hand up her petticoats and seized the hair of her cunt.
She pretended to be angry and squealed out. Susy came to the rescue, and in the melee was tumbled to the floor with her clothes tossed up.
Zilla laughed, and said, "Oh! For shame, Susy, you have shown the governor everything you have between your legs."
Susy struggled to get up, but I held her down, saying, "Don't mind, Susy, you are just as nice there as any of us; we'll have a peep at Zilla by and by."
Meanwhile the governor pounced on her, and getting his head between her legs began to kiss her smooth little cunt. Then, at a nod from me, Zilla unfastened his suspenders while I unbuttoned his trousers in front and drew out his prick and balls, crying, "Now then governor, you are cleared for action: engage under the flag that for forty years has braved the battle and the breeze!"
But Susy struck her colours, to keep up the mataphor, as the governor ran alongside, and with open arms and legs received him into her sally-port.
Zilla knelt in front, and holding up her dress she gratified him with a view and feel of her luscious, thick-lipped, savour cunt, while I guided his not over-stiff affair into Susy's tender recess and slapped and pinched his bottom to stimulate his efforts.
He ran the usual course of pleasure, his repeated grunts testifying to his satisfaction at reaching the desired goal.
Then, when he had put himself to rights, he kissed me and said, "Darling Queenie, you and your charming maids have given me very great pleasure. I look forward to many happy reunions here; meanwhile let me remind them that I rely implicitly on their secrecy and discretion."
He then took his departure and as we finished supper we made plans for future pleasure.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Susy's Account of Barrack Life
The kiosk referred to in the last chapter was a light, ornamental structure, built in the Turkish style, consisting of two stories and commanding an extensive view of Government grounds. The lower part was used for keeping garden tools and rolls of matting for covering young trees and plants. The upper part was luxuriously furnished with lounges and easy chairs, and the windows were protected with outside shutters and Venetian blinds.
It was sheltered by a fine old tamarind tree, and was a cool and delightful retreat in the hot sultry weather that prevailed. I passed much of my time there, and often received Charlie and other privileged guests. For though living in the house as the governor's daughter, I was in every respect my own mistress.
The next forenoon I started to pay some visits but soon re-entered the grounds by the wicket-gate; then, having given some directions to Davy that would keep him for a time at the further end of the ground, I returned to the kiosk.
The governor soon joined me, and after a few warm caresses and a feel and kiss of my cunt, which latter salute he never omitted, he cautiously raised one of the loose boards of the floor. We then arranged the rugs and matting, so that we could recline at our ease and at the same time see and hear all that passed in the place below.
We had scarcely made ourselves comfortable when we heard Davy's voice.
"Come in here, Susy, my love, this nice cool place. Missy is out and the garden door locked, so there is nobody to bother to disturb us. Sit down on this nice clean matting, and we will take our fill of love and delight."
He then threw off his jacket and helped Susy to remove everything. Then, making her lean back, he spread her legs wide open and pushed a roll of matting under her bottom, thereby causing her smooth little cunny to stand out and project in the most lascivious manner.
The governor watched it eagerly while I petted his slowly stiffening tool, and with loving touch sustained its drooping head.
Davy threw a knowing glance upward and went on: "Do you member Susy, the night you and I were hiding in the cupboard and saw Sergeant Thompson on top of your mother, and how she clutched and hugged him as he rammed his great prick in and out of her hairy crack? I wondered why you liked looking at that secret place of hers."
Susy, who was evidently enjoying Davy's lustful toyings, and whose wanton fingers were at the same time busy manipulting his fine standing prick, replied: "Why shouldn't I. Shall I tell you how I saw it first?"
"Do, Susy, my love. There is nothing I would like to hear better."
"Well, one night my Dad and Corporal Sims agreed to exchange wives, and they all went to bed together. They had all been drinking and I suppose that was their excuse. However, when they came to bed I was in it and almost asleep. Mother said something about not disturbing the child; but they all laughed, and Dad said: " She is now a well-grown child, and her time for being fucked will soon come; so she may as well have her first lesson now."
"They lifted me up and stripped me naked like themselves, and then they all got on to the bed. Dad rammed his prick into Mrs. Simms' cunt, while the Corporal lifted mother's legs and slapped her bottom, saying. 'Look, Susy, when will you have a cunt like this?' and he drew open a large pair of hairy lips and exposed a long red crack extending from the furry mound on her belly to her bottom. And not content with making me look at it. he took my hand and rubbed my fingers up and down in the hot, moist furrow.
"'Now, Susy," he said, 'I am going to fuck your mother, and if I can knock as fine a child as you out of her I'll be proud. Here, hold my prick and put it in."
"I felt excited and not a little curious to see how it was done; so I placed the red swollen knob of his prick in the hot crevice of mother's cunt, and felt the whole prick as it slipped through my fingers and passed up into her belly until the balls pressed hard upon her bottom. Mother only laughed and said, 'In for a penny, in for a pound," and drawing me up she made me lie with my bottom by her face so that the Corporal could suck my cunt while he fucked her.
"This seemed to afford him great delight, for he sucked my quim with such force that he almost drove me wild, while my mother bit my bottom as she shook under the impetus of his heavy prods. I could distinctly hear the sucking noise made by his prick as it rushed in and out between the unctious lips of her cunt.
"Dad, who was lying on Mrs. Simms alongside but in the reverse direction and hammering at her cunt with his muscular backside, now turned his flushed face towards us. and seeing how I was placed, he panted out, 'Oh! They have got Susy between them. How the Corporal sucks her cunny as he fucks her mother! Put your hand here, child, and you will feel your father at the same work!' He then raised himself to let me see the whole of his large prick as he drew it out of the sheath. I liked the look of it-it seemed so strong and full of life, and had such a bright red colour. So I willingly put my hand on it as he drove it again into the pouting mouth that seemed to devour it with such relish and satisfaction, and it slipped easily through my fingers, for it was all greasy with moisture."
"Well, Susy, they were queer women that lived in those barracks: but soldier's wives and soldiers themselves seem to live for nothing else but fucking and drinking. You have other funny things to tell I know: but you see, this poor chap won't wait. See how he nods his head-he smell a rat in this hole. Now open wide and push up to him ... ugh! How he slides in! There, he all inside! Hold him, Susy, he going to turn sick-shall I take him out?"
"Davy, you're a fool. You black fellows never fuck like other people-you make such a commotion!"
The old governor shook with fun and enjoyment. He whispered to me: "Queenie, your plan has turned out a big success. That Davy of yours is quite a genius in his way, and Susy and he are well matched. I owe them something, for they have given me a glorious cock-stand. Get over me, my pet, and put this shameless fellow out of sight."
He then carefully closed the aperture in the floor and gave himself up to the enjoyment of his own sensations.
"How deliciously tight you are, Queenie, after all the fucking you have had! You have the most wonderful power of contraction I've ever met with in any woman-I can feel not only a strong suction at the entrance but an even more powerful one the further I push it up. How to you manage it?"
"Oh, it is just a knack I have learned. There! Do you like that?"
"Yes, it's delicious! I feel as if my whole soul were in my prick! Oh! Oh! I can't keep quiet; I hope they can't hear me. But I think they are talking again-let's listen." He then removed the covering from the opening and we reclined as before.
"Davy, what's that queer mutternig I heard?" came Susy's voice.
"Parrots, Susy, the parrots on the tamarind tree; they are trying to copy us," he said with a grin, "but they can't get beyond the sound."
"It seemed to me more overhead; what is upstairs. Davy?"
"Oh, Miss Queenie sits up there and reads in the heat of the day. But she is out now, and she always keeps the door locked."
Susy got up and tried the door, but fortunately we had bolted it from the inside. So, finding it fastened, she returned to the side of Davy and amused herself playing with his prick and balls.
"Go on, Susy," encouraged Davy, "tell me something more of what you saw in the barrack-room. Wasn't there a girl named Nelly Sykes, just about your age?"
"Oh, yes, Nelly and I were great friends. It was from her I learnt almost everything, for she was older and had seen more than me. Her mother had the farther end of the barrack-room which was always thought the best part. You know it was a long room with six windows, and the six married women were all lodged there; but it was curtained off so that each couple had a window and space around it to themselves. The fun of it was that the men coming in from guard were often under drink, and continually making mistakes and getting into the wrong beds. Most of the women thought little of this, and after having the full benefit of the men while they were fresh they would then ramble about until they found their husbands and took them back to their own compartments.
"Nelly and I used to enjoy all this. We often used to follow the men when they came in and got into the beds, and listened to every sound and word. When Nelly and I were alone together we could talk of nothing else.
"'What a queer thing fucking is, Nelly," I would say. 'It must be very nasty!'
"'It can't be nasty when they are all so fond of it.' she replied. 'Do you remember how Mrs. Morgan hugged the Corporal last night and pushed up to him. though she knew full well it wasn't her husband: and then without either saying a word, how she got over him and gave him her cunt to lick! How would you like to be licked there. Susy?"
"I am sure is must be very nice," I replied. 'Has anyone ever licked yours, Nelly?"
"She laughed.
"'If you let me look at your little cunny, I will tell you."
"'Oh, I don't object in the least, if you care to see it," I said, and I held up my frock-"but you must show me yours at the same time."
"'Lean back then, and let me kiss your smooth little slit, and you can kiss mine afterwards if you like."
"She then put her head in between my thighs, and so sucked by clitoris and tickled it with her tongue that she almost made me spend in her mouth. Then she lay back and pushed out her mossy quim for me to tickle and kiss. It had lots of short curly hair on and about it, and the clitoris was very big-and it grew still bigger as I rubbed it and pushed my fingers into the opening below.
"'Now, Nelly, tell me who has been kissing it and making the passage so wide and roomy," I said. " Shall I tell you how it all began?' she asked. " 'Yes, that's what I mean."
"'All right then. You remember the night when Dad was carried in tipsy and confined in the guard-room? Well. I went to Sergeant Luby in his rooms to ask him to get father off-he's a Colour-Sergeant, you know, and has great influence with the Captain. He put his arm round me and sad: 'You are a good girl, Nelly, your being so fond of your father: but what will you do for me if I get him off?'
"'What would you like me to do. Sergeant?" I asked.
"'I would like you to give me twenty kisses.' he said.
"Oh, I will, as many as you like," I said, holding up my mouth and throwing my arms around his neck.
"'Ah, but anybody may kiss your mouth," he said. I want you to kiss me where you kiss nobody else."
"'How could I kiss you except with my mouth?' I asked.
"'Haven't you another little mouth lower down? That's the mouth I want you to kiss me with."
"His meaning now dawned on me, and I hung my head.
""Let me see where it is, and I will show you how nicely it can kiss," he said, and he pressed his hand on the bottom of my belly and began to pull up my dress.
"'Oh, Sergeant, mother is crying in the room; get my Dad out and send him to her, and then I will let you."
"'Well, my little pet, that's fair enough; but if I go and get him out, will you stay here and wait until I return?'
"I will, Sergeant; don't be long."
"'Just let me feel it for a moment and then I will go.' He quickly got his hand on my cunt and began to pinch the lips and rub his fingers in the slit. After a moment he rose hastily and went to his cupboard. Then, taking out a book ,he placed it in my hands, saying, 'Here's something that will amuse you while I am away," and off he went.
"That was some book! It was full of coloured pictures of naked men and women, and the men had the finest pricks that you ever saw, and the women the biggest cunts. They were sucking and frigging and fucking in every way that could be imagined. The sight of them made my blood boil. I raised my dress and rubbed my cunt in a vain attempt to relieve the intolerable itching I felt there. So absorbed was I in the pictures and my own sensations, I never noticed the return of the Sergeant until he was close to me and burst out laughing as he noticed my excitement and the manner in which I was trying to alleviate it.
"'Brave little woman!' he said. 'You have the right stuff in you; but I will show you a trick worth two of that."
"He then took me in his arms and kissed me, saying, 'First I must tell you that your Dad is free. I had him taken to your mother. Now let me see the little mouth we were talking about before I went out."
"Of course I had to yield to his wishes now; so I let him place me lying across his bed on my back and naked from the waist down. He then knelt on the floor and began to kiss and lick my cunt.
"'There, my little pet, I have taught you a new way of kissing. How do you like it?'
"'It was very pleasant! But now that you have had the twenty kisses you asked for, won't you let me go?'
"'I will, Nelly; but first I want to show you something. You seemed to like looking at it in the pictures, now look at the reality," and he pulled out his fine, upstanding prick. I sat up to look at it as he asked me.
"'Put your hand on it, dear," he said, and taking my hand he placed it on the shaft of his animated prick.
"'You have delicate fingers like a lady, and they feel soft and tender to the touch; now move it up and down-this way! Put your other hand down there-these two round things are the stones which hold the seed, the stuff which children are made. Have you ever seen it, Nelly?'
"'No, Sergeant."
"'Would you like to see it?"
"'I would. Sergeant."
"'Well, close your fingers firmly around it; now gently push back this loose skin all the way. See how it makes the head get redder and stand up more erect; Go on that way-softly up and down. Oh! Oh! Here it comes!' And a lot of thick white stuff like starch spurted out and ran down the sides.
The Sergeant gasped and lay back, and his prick became quite soft and much smaller. After resting a while he sat up, and pulling me across his lifeless prick he made me rub my bottom and cunt against it, saying, " 'That will bring him to life again," and sure enough I felt it grow quite hard between my thighs. Then, lifting me up, he placed its top between the lips of my slit. 'Now push down," he said. 'Once you get it in it will feel ever so nice."
"I liked the touch of it in that most sensitive spot so I pressed down as he asked me; but the moment it began to enter I felt a horrible pain.
"'Oh, Oh! It's hurting me!' I cried. 'Oh! I can't bear it!'
"But he only put his strong hands on my shoulders and forced me down. The cruel wretch, only thinking of his own pleasure, was regardless of my cries of pain; in fact, judging from the fire in his eyes, I believe he enjoyed it all the more. Be that as it may, the whole of his great tool passed up into my belly and the lips of my cunt rested on the hair which clustered round the root of his prick.
"I almost fainted at first, but when he began to move it softly again a most heavenly feeling came over me, and I hugged and kissed him in the greatest delight. I have been fucked by him often since then and that is why you find me so wide and roomy."
"Such was Nelly's account of how she was first fucked. And now, Davy, I must be off; it would never do for Miss Queenie to find me idling here with you when she returns. So, for the present, good-bye."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dick's Letters
It will no doubt gratify my readers to hear something of my old friend Dick. During this period I received several letters from him acquainting me with the progress he made in his studies, and describing various love adventures, which he narrated in glowing terms and with detailed particulars.
I will therefore interrupt the course of my story by giving an account of him in the form of a continuous narrative.
After arranging his college matters, he went about looking for suitable lodgings. The one he selected was kept by a widow, named Mrs. Bond; and what chiefly influenced him in making the selection was, as he told me, that the hall door was opened by a pretty, clean-looking girl called Polly, witn a bright, smiling face and about seventeen years of age. So, finding the situation good, the rooms comfortable, the rent moderate, the landlady agreeable, and above all that Polly was to wait upon him, he at once agree to the terms and had his things brought from the hotel.
He soon learned also that Mrs. Bond had two daughters; the elder Mary, was a quiet, lady-like girl who played and sang well and was nineteen years of age; the younger, Janifa, was generally known as Jan, was a lassie of thirteen, still attending school but when at home full of fun and up to every kind of lark.
Dick, being large-hearted and ambitious of making wide conquests, determined on going in for the whole three, and even the mother herself, who was of the fat, fair and forty kind.
He therefore laid himself out to please them all by every means in his power. In doing so he tried to adapt himself to the tastes and ideas of each; to the widow he was affable and good, and all that was proper and becoming; he sang and played with Mary, listened to her music and praised her performance, he romped with Jan, and filled her pockets with goodies and sweets; while on Polly he lavished his warmest looks and most insinuating speeches, backed up with a crafty present now and then.
But for some time Polly resisted all his overtures and kept him at arm's length. He now bethought himself of his medical resources. He knew that there were certain drugs which exercised powerful action on the genital organs, and having ascertained the names and qualities of the drugs he obtained some of them.
Thus armed, he commenced a series of cunning assaults on the unsuspecting Polly. Now Polly herself, held herself open to these attempts; for she had the common but evil habit of sipping and tasting the wine and sweets that Dick kept in his cupboard. He found this out and utilised it for his purpose by dosing the white wine bottle and jam: but for some time there was no apparent effect, for though the wine and jam had certainly suffered in his absence she still resisted his advances and seemed proof against all his allurements.
He persevered, however, and one evening when Mrs.
Bond and her daughters were out having tea with a neighbour he determined on making a more decided attempt.
He usually took a tumbler of rum-toddy after his late dinner, and when Polly brought in the hot water he mixed a glass for her when he pressed her to accept. I need not say it was both strong and well-dosed. Polly had that day been more jovially inclined than usual, and Dick had made her a nice present, so she did not like to refuse. She took the glass and began to sip it, still standing, however, at a respectful distance.
After a little chafing about her sweethearts and her own good looks, Dick prevailed on her to sit by him on the sofa. The toddy now began to tell: her eyes brightened, and her bosom rose and fell as if some tumultuous emotion was stirring her. Dick perceived this, and put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. Then he kissed her lips. She feebly struggled to free herself from his encircling grasp, but her senses became inflamed as his toyings became bolder.
First the treasures of her virgin bosom were explored and brought to light, and as he waxed warmer she grew more languid and yielding. She vainly strove to stay the rapid progress of his roving hand, as he lifted her frock and exposed to view her beautifully rounded and fleshy thighs, and the rich tuft of auburn hair which nestled in her voluptuous angle of their naked junction.
With muttered entreaties she begged him not to take advantage of her weakness. But the feeble lamb might as well ask pity from its devourer-not that Dick felt at all he was like a devourer; he was conscious only of being impetuously driven on by his passion.
He pushed her back, and gently but firmly separated her thighs. Then he had his first view of her charming crack. The pouting lips seemed throbbing with desire. As he petted the soft, moist folds with his fingers they felt hotter than those of any cunt he had ever touched. He pressed his middle finger up the tight passage and felt a living suction inside, as if some vital force was acting on the intruding digit.
She gasped, while warm tears trickled down her blushing cheeks. He kissed them off, and while doing so released his fiery charger and placed its ruddy crest within the projecting ridges of her cunt-now burning for enjoyment of the unknown but much desired pleasures.
He plunged in, not without difficulty to himself and pain to her; but she was so terribly excited and eager for the coming joy that she heaved madly against him, and between the two opposing forces his stiff prick rushed at one bound into the soft warm bed so ready for its reception.
A shiver of delight passed through her frame. Her over-strained muscles relaxed their tension, and all the feeling of her body seemed centered in her region of love as she breathed, "Oh, Mr. Dick ,it is too much! You can have your will of me! You do love me, don't you, dear? Oh, yes, it is delicious! Oh! Oh!"
Dick quickly spent, and after reposing for a few minutes in her now loving arms he recommenced his cunt-stirring, soul-thrilling movements; and so, in the midst of warm kisses and gentle love-murmurs, he finished his second course.
From that evening Polly was all his own, and at night when everyone had retired and all the house was still she used to creep into his room and pass the happy hours in his fond embrace.
Under Dick's tuition she rapidly acquired a practical acquaintance with the various ways of fucking, and all the favourite modes of producing sexual excitement. She seemed to take special delight in using lascivious terms and expressions. To please him she held open her cunt for his inspection; then, squatting down she willingly piddled before him and said, "Now you must piddle. I'll hold the chamber-pot and let you piss through my fingers." Then she sucked his prick, and in short made use of every device to inflame his passion and gratify his lust.
Dick soon had to discontinue his stimulation with the drugs, for he felt that otherwise he would be consumed in the volcano he himself had ignited.
Moreover, Dick loved variety and desired fresh conquests. He therefore put forth all his powers of persuasion to induce Polly to aid him in his efforts to gain the favours of the two sisters. Polly was not naturally of a jealous disposition, and being now exceedingly fond of the sport herself she readily agreed to help him.
Fortune, too, favoured him in a most unexpected manner. Jan hurt her leg climbing a tree, and a tumour formed on the inside of her thigh. Mrs. Bond consulted Dick, and allowed him to examine Jan in her presence. He lanced the tumour and ordered a poultice, and said she would require both rest and care.
"The tumour was very near her little cunny, and although her mother tried to keep it covered Dick managed to get good peep at the smooth little slit, while he pretended not to see it at all.
The tumour was very near her little cunny and al-tumour re-opened; so each morning Dick, with the mother's help, performed the operation. After a few times the mother, observing how delicately he discharged his duty, uncovered her with scruple before him, and Jan herself opened her legs to give more room to examine her. But one morning Mrs. Bond had to go out, and she sent Polly to tell Dick to visit her daughter as usual.
Jan always enjoyed his visits, and liked to feel his hand moving about her-he was so skilful and tender in his touches on the pouting lips of her modest little cunt.
So, on this occasion her face lighted up with pleasure when she saw him enter her room. She lay back and held up her clothes while he examined her; and when he asked her to open her legs more she spread them as widely as she could.
Dick now feasted his eyes on her budding charms as he gave directions to Polly about preparing the poultice. He gently passed his hand over the smooth fat lips, and with the tips of his fingers he rubbed lightly up and down the warm cleft. She felt the thrilling effect of his touches, and with a flushed face she said. "That's very nice, Mr. Dick, it takes away all the pain."
"Yes. dear, that is what I am trying to do. The nerves here are very sensitive, and this friction will stop the pain."
"When Polly came with the poultice she was not a little surprised to see Jan lying back with her thighs wide apart, her eyes closed and her face flushed with pleasure, and Dick leaning over her with one hand under her bottom and the other busily engaged in frigging the rosy slit of her cunt.
"See. Polly. I have almost cured Miss Jan by rubbing this sweet little mouth; she quite enjoys my feeling her there, don't you, Jan?" Then he went on: "It is such a pretty little mouth, too. I would love to kiss it-may I Jan?"
"Oh, no, Mr. Dick, you surely wouldn't kiss me there-nobody would do that!"
"Yes, there is somebody who would," and raising her plump little bottom with his hands he pressed his mouth between the pouting lips and took a long, sucking kiss. Jan's face glowed with pleasure and excitement, and turning to Polly she asked: "Did you ever hear of such a thing?"
"Yes, indeed. Miss Jan, I have heard it said that when men are very fond of us they like to kiss us there."
Meanwhile Dick sucked her little clitoris and frigged it with his tongue, and he soon felt the thrill of pleasure agitate her frame. She breathed fast and hard, and then lay back with her eyes closed. When she recovered, he kissed her mouth and said, "You are a sweet little pet, Jan, and as I have relieved the pain I will put on the poultice and leave you to rest."
She smiled and replied, "Thanks, Mr. Dick, you are very kind."
Dick then motioned Polly to accompany him, and when they were out of hearing she laughed and said, "You are a terrible man, Mr. Dick, you seem to get your own way with us all."
"Well, I have made a fair beginning," he said, "and I must leave the rest in your hands. She will be sure to question you, and you know how to lead her on. Return to her now, and tell me later on all that happens."
When Polly and Dick were next alone she told him that when she went back, Jan at once began: " 'Polly, isn't Dicksie (a pet name they had for him) a funny man? I can't think what made him kiss me between my legs, but it felt very nice. I don't think I could refuse him if he asked me again."
"'Of course you wouldn't. He is very fond of you, and that's why he kissed you there."
"'But, Polly, it made me feel so hot. and the heat is still there!'
"'Let me see," said Polly; and as Jan lifted her nightie she leaned back and opened her thighs. Polly gently and tendery frigged her little slit, and went on: 'This is the part of a woman that men are aways thinking about and longing to see and feel-and to do something else to, too."
"'Why, what else could they do?'
"'Do you know what they have there themselves?"
"'No, Polly, how could I?'
"'Ah, you do; every girl knows. You surely have seen little boys' cocks?'
"'Oh, yes, is that what you mean? I thought you meant something big!'
"'And so I do; when little boys grow, their cocks get bigger, too."
"'But what have the big cocks got to do with us? That's what I want to know."
"'Just this, they are made to go into us here, and that's why this little cunt is so like a mouth; and when you are older hair will grow there."
"'How funny. I never thought of that. You are older than I am-have you got some hair there? Show it to me, Polly, there's a good girl.' Polly allowed her to lift her dress as she stood by her side; then Jan put one hand behind her bottom and drew her nearer while she pushed the other between her legs.
" 'Oh!' she exclaimed, 'and so you have. How bushy and soft! and such thick lips-and so hot inside and so large! Oh-two of my fingers are going in easily! Tell me, Polly, have you ever had a cock in your cunt?"
"'Ah, Miss Jan, that's not fair; what would you think of me if I told you?'
"I would think you the kindest and nicest girl in the world. Tell me, Polly, you can trust me."
"Well, Miss, I may as well confess that I have enjoyed that pleasure-and you won't find many girls of my age that haven't. Whether they have or not, and whatever they say. they all wish for it: even you. Miss Jan. young as you are, seem quite ready-see how I push my finger into this soft opening, and yet it does not appear to hurt you."
"Tt does hurt a little, Polly, but I still like it. You may go on; would a big cock feel nicer than that?'
"'Twenty times nicer, dear: it is so smooth and has has such a pretty, round top! It would slip in and out so deliciously that it would make you tremble with delight! If it was here in place of my finger, how pleased you would be!'
"I think I would, Polly. Has Dicksie one of those nice big cocks?' he asked, with a knowing look.
Polly blushed and turned away her face.
"Ah, Miss Jan, how curious you are! Of course he has: but he does not call it by that name."
"'What does he call it? I do love you. Polly, for telling me these things-and I want to know everything. What does he call it, Polly?'
"'He calls it his prick I am sure he would like to show it to you-and let you feel it too, if you ask him."
""Prick! Prick!' I remember seeing that word chalked on a gate, but I didn't know what it meant; and there was the other word just below it-Cunt!'
"Yes, they always go together. But now I must go. I have told you enough for this time!"
Dick praised Polly's tact and cleverness, and having satisfied her with an extra-loving embrace, he said, 'Now, Polly, all we need is an opportunity to complete the work you have helped begin."
That opportunity soon occurred. Mrs. Bond was again invited out to tea, and as Jan was unable to accompany her mother and sister she obtained permission to ask Dick to come and sit with her in the evening. Dick readily accepted the invitation, and made himself as agreeable as he could.
When Polly had removed the tea things, Jan asked her to remain and keep them company. Jan and Dick reclined together on the sofa, while Polly sat on a stool in front of them. Dick remarked that Jan must now be quite well, as he had not had to lance her for several days-"but let me see once again to make quite sure," and he raised her dress to look.
"I am ashamed, Mr. Dick, at letting you see me so often uncovered."
"You need not be at all ashamed, for you are beautifully made-and this is the sweetest little mouth I ever saw or kissed," and slipping off the sofa he pushed in between her legs and frigged her with his tongue. Her excitement was evident for she opened wide her thighs and pushed forward her cunt. Dick felt that she was now ready for the climax itself. So he looked up and asked if she liked the feel of his tongue in her love-nest.
Jan blushed, and murmured that nothing could be nicer.
"Oh, yes, there is something that would be nicer-is there not, Polly?" said Dick, winking at her.
"Indeed there is, Miss Jan. Let me show it to you," and opening his trousers down the front she drew out his fine standing prick.
"Look at it, dear, and put your hand on it-feel how firm and stiff it is!"
Jan smiled and looked at it with admiring eyes. She let Polly close her fingers round it, and under her direction she frigged it up and down.
"Now, dear," said Polly, "lean back and push your bottom to the edge, and Dick will rubs its head between the lips of your cunt: then you will know what pleasure means. There! Isn't that nice?" and holding the prick in her hand she rubbed its head up and down in moist furrow. "Now let him push it in-then it will feel still better."
"Oh. Polly, it is hurting me! Take it out! Oh! Take it out!"
"No. it won't. You must bear it until it goes in, then it won't hurt you any more. Push, dear. There, it's in! Now fuck away," said Polly. Then she rubbed her bare cunt on Dick's bottom and joined in with every thrust he made. She grew more and more excited, and pressed frantically against him as she fell him giving his last quick jerks....
How Dick proceeded with the others must be left for the following part. Suffice it now to say that these letters were all read to the old governor and were a source of great delight to him. He sent many kind messages to Dick, and made him a special promise that if he came to Trinidad after he had completed his college course, he would obtain for him a Government appointment.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mary
Dick had less difficulty with Mary that he anticipated. She drank in his flattery with avidity, and seemed pleased with his attentions.
They were often together, and when he accompanied her in a duet his arm would naturally stretch across her shoulders as he held the chair on which she sat.
After a while, as .they became more familiar, his hand would as naturally steal around her waist. Again, when he stood to turn the music their cheeks could not help touching, and then their lips..
Not wishing to frighten her by a too rapid advance, he remained satisfied for a short time with such chaste salutes, though gradually increasing them in warmth and frequency and occasionally indulging in soft pressures of her lovely breasts, which swelled out in ripe and most inviting luxuriance.
They now passed much of their time together. Her mother regarded Dick as an eligible suitor and thought that if their liking for one another ripened into love he would not be a bad match for her daughter; she therefore rather encouraged their increasing intimacy.
The accomplishment of his design was facilitated, too, by her love for classical studies. He placed in her hands a literal translation of Ovid's works, which gratified her poetical taste while it stimulated her amorous inclinations.
She seemed greatly interested in the account given by Ovid of Jupiter's amours, and put many questions to Dick respecting Europa, Leda, Danae and others.
He told her how Jupiter loved the beautiful Europa, and that assuming the shape of a bull he coaxed her to mount on his back and then carried her off to Crete, where she became his mistress and had many children by him. He then went on to tell her how, when Danae was shut up in a tower, Jupiter got access to her by means of a shower of gold. When she had filled her lap with the glittering coins he assumed his natural shape, and keeping her legs distended availed himself of his position to attain the object of his desires.
Mary blushed and evidently understood what was meant, but she said nothing. He accordingly thought he might now venture a little further in his account of Jupiter's amour with Leda.
He described how, when Leda was bathing naked in a river, Jupiter came to her as a beautiful swan chased by an eagle: how she naturally opened her arms to give him protection, and when be found himself pressed against her soft bosom and between her lovely thighs he was able, even though a swan, to give her taste of the sweet joys of love and fill her with happiness and delight-"somewhere here, you know," he said, slipping his hand suddenly up between the yielding thighs of the half-bewildered Mary.
"Oh, Dick, don't tickle me so much! Don't lean against me so hard! Don't, my love!" she panted. But Dick pressed her in his arms and called her his darling Mary, and drew her on to his lap.
"Oh, Dick, what do you want? What is your hand doing there? I can't let you do that! Don't you know it isn't right? Oh, how you tickle me! What would Mama say if she knew that you had your hand there?"
"Why, what could she say? She has no doubt been tickled there herself. How could she have had you if someone hadn't played with her there and put something in it-you know what I mean?"
"No, Dick! Oh! I can't sit quiet, you tickle me so! How could I know what you mean?"
"Well, Mary, let me enlighten you; put your hand here, my darling," he said, having already unbuttoned the front of his trousers. He drew her hesitating hand towards the opening, and pushing it in, placed it on his throbbing prick.
"Oh, Dick, for shame! No, I won't put my fingers round it! I won't move them up and down. Oh, Dick, what are your doing? Don't press me back! Don't spread my thighs! You mustn't see it! You mustn't kiss it! How can you! Oh! Your tongue is driving me to distraction!"
"What a lovely cunt you have, Mary! How red it is between these fat lips! How hot it feels, and its scent is most delicious! How nice to kiss it and suck it! And this dear little round bottom-hole-I must kiss it, too! Lift your legs more, so that I can see all your arse. Now let me give you a practical lesson in the art of love."
Dick now had her lying on her back across the broad sofa, her bottom on the edge, her thighs drawn up and at their greatest stretch.
This position, of course, caused her cunt to appear like a hungry mouth gaping widely open before him!
He placed the firm head of his excited prick in the rosy chink under her clitoris, and rubbing it up and down in that highly sensitive hollow he asked her if she liked the feel of his prick and whether he might push it in.
"Oh, yes, Dick, it feels very nice. You may push it in-but do it very gently, my love."
Dick pressed the top into the crack, and stooping over her he began to push.
"Oh, it's taking my breath away. Oh! Oh! It's tearing me! Oh, it smarts terribly! Ah, it's in-I can feel it ever so far up in my belly. Is this fucking?"
"Yes, isn't it nice? Do you like me to fuck you?"
"Yes, you fuck most delightfully."
When they had finished fucking and Dick was lying on her belly with his prick pleasantly soaking in her cunt, she whsipered: "I will tell you a secret. I saw you fucking Polly yesterday evening in the garden. You did not think I heard you telling her to follow you there but I did, and I followed you and saw her unbutton your trousers and take out your prick-the shameless girl. Then she kissed it and sucked it while you fingered her cunt and bottom. Then you placed her on her back and rammed your prick into her cunt while she locked her legs over your back. I fell in love with your prick then, and I envied Polly the great pleasure she enjoyed when you pushed it into her belly.
"Stand up so that I can see it again-balls and all-and after I have frigged it and kissed it you may put it in my cunt and fuck me again if you wish."
Dick said that of all the randy girls he ever saw he never met the equal of that quiet, modest-looking Mary Bond.
He would no sooner finish one fuck than she would want anothter and she was always suggesting some new plan or idea for varying the enjoyment or intensifying the pleasure.
She then told him that for years she had been conscious a store, and was always trying to imitate the attitudes and adopt the positions depicted therein.
She then told him that for years she had been conscious of a great irritation in her cunt, and that she often frigged it while watching its reflection in the glass.
She had also a fancy for looking at and playing with the cunts of other girls. She assured him that there was scarcely a young lady of her acquaintance whose cunt she had not seen and handled and that she even liked to kiss and suck them.
Dick asked if she generally found it easy to prevail on them to allow her to take these liberties. She replied that most girls more readily yield their hidden charms to the enterprising members of the other sex; but she usually found that by gaining their confidence they were mostly disposed to meet her half way-especially as they knew that with her they ran no risk of a big belly. And as she herself was always ready to gratify them with a similar inspection of her own belongings she seldom experienced much difficulty.
Dick told her how delighted he would be if he could witness one of those scenes without being seen himself, and she promised to gratify him if she could.
One day she told him that a young lady, Miss Madge Stevens, whose cunt she had often seen and licked, was to visit her the next morning, and that as she always took her special visitors to her own room, she would hide him there first-if he could spare the time.
He said he could arrange that, and promised to be there at the time fixed. So, accordingly remaining at home next day under a plea of headache, he quietly stole upstairs to Mary's room, and by her direction concealed himself under the dressing table, in the cover of which a slit was made to enable him to look out and see as well as hear all that passed.
Soon afterwards Mary and Madge entered the room together, each with an arm around the other.
"Come and sit with me on the bed, Madge," said Mary. "I have not seen or petted your little cunny for nearly a fortnight-how is it getting on?"
"First rate," replied Madge. "How is your own?"
"Just as troublesome as ever; like a greedy bird opening its mouth and every moment expecting some tit-bit to be popped into it."
Madge laughed.
"I suppose most girls who know what the tit-bit is like are in the same sort of expectation and desire. And truly, Mary, your cunt is in a most excited condition. My! How hot it feels, and how red it looks! I'm certain you have had a fuck lately. Now, tell me all about it, darling."
"Well, lie back first, and perhaps I will tell you; lift up your clothes and stick your bottom out, so that I can see it all while I have a good sucking kiss."
The bed was opposite the table and window, so Dick had a magnificent view of Madge's splendid arse, with its large fat cheeks bulging out on each side and a most randy-looking hairy cunt gaping in the hollow between.
Mary pulled open the lips with her fingers as widely as she could, showing the rich carmine of its interior folds all glistening with the dews of love.
Then, drawing up her own dress behind, so as to indulge Dick with a view of her own naked posterior which she knew he greatly admired, she knelt on the floor and plunged her face between Madge's widespread thighs, and then kissed her cunt with such vehemence that she caused that amorous young lady to exclaim: "Oh, Mary, you are making me long for a prick! Why haven't you got one? How I wish you were a man, so that I could tell you to push your prick to the last inch into my belly!"
"Hush, Madge. What would people think if they heard you?"
"They would only think that we were a pair of prick-hungry girls longing to be fucked! Oh, Mary, I've never felt so randy as I do now! Where is that dildo you were talking about? Fetch it, my dear-anything in the shape of a prick to give one some relief!"
Dick had already given Mary one of those precious instruments, and when he had to spare his over-taxed energies he enjoyed watching her endeavours to satisfy her cunt with the inanimate substitute for the living tool.
Not that I mean to .reflect the dildo or make light of it-far from it! I know it has its own peculiar excellence and good qualities. It is more under command, and does not need the coaxing and humouring the living article sometimes requires.
We can move it fast or slow, just as we like it; it will retain its stiffness as long as we desire. It will discharge, too, at the precise moment when me can meet it with our own.
Still, at its best it is only a poor substitute for the living organ of bliss possessed by man. But to return. Mary said:
"Well, stay as you are while I unlock my drawer and take it from its hiding place."
As she turned round she glanced towards the dressing table. and catching Dick's eye through the slit she smiled and put her fingers to her lips, so warn him to keep quiet.
Then, quickly returning and re-occupying her former place between Madge's widely spread thighs, she held up the dildo and said, "Isn't this a pretty plaything for two innocent maids like you and me. Madge, to amuse ourselves with? Now I will give you a taste of its performance."
"Let me feel it in my hand," said Madge, taking it and pressing its smooth red knob to her lips.
"Mary, is this an exact representation of a man's prick? I never thought it was quite so large-but you can tell me all about it. I am sure."
"Don't be too inquisitive, Madge One thing at least you may depend on-it is intended to have an exact resemblance: and as to its size, you'll be the best judge of that when you have it in your cunt. Now open it as much as you can: once we get the head in the rest will be plain sailing."
She parted the lips of the randy-looking cunt: then, taking the dildo again, she moistened its top and pushed it against the tender opening.
"Oh, Mary, it does feel big-it hurts! Ah! You have got it in! How nicely you work it! Yes, I like that! Oh! it's beginning to feel lovely! Move it faster-harder!"
Mary worked the dildo with one hand while she frigged her own cunt with the other: then, throwing herself forward on Madge, she hammered her own cunt on the other end of the dildo while they both squirmed about in the voluptuous wriggles of full enjoyment.
Dick desribed the scene as having a most powerful effect on him. It made his prick stand like a bar of iron; yet the fear of frightening Madge and offending Mary made him use every effort to restrain himself. But at last she felt he could endure it no longer-the view of Mary's splendid arse bounding between Madge's voluptuous thighs fairly conquered him.
So, slipping out from under the table, he crept on his hands and knees up behind Mary, and seizing her round the thighs began to kiss the soft cheeks of her bottom.
Mary seemed almost to have expected him, for she did not utter a sound but quietly spread her legs further apart and bent her bottom more on his face.
At any other time Dick could not fail to have been moved by its extraordinary beauty, but in his present state it appeared absolutely celestial.
He could just distinguish the fat lips of her cunt spread out on the end of the dildo as he applied his mouth to the sweet orifice of her arse and thrust his tongue inside.
This prepared her for his next move. Raising her up, he gently pushed her forward over Madge so as to cover her face with Mary's bosom; then, taking the dildo out of her cunt he replaced it with his inflamed prick and slowly worked it in and out.
At first Madge did not notice the difference; but after a few strokes the delicious friction of the living instrument stirred up every lustful emotion in her and forced her to exclaim, "Oh! Hold me! Press me-I feel as if I was in heaven! Oh, keep on-don't stop." And Madge sank back in love's delicious swoon.
Meanwhile Dick pressed his belly against the fat cheeks of Mary's arse, and squeezing her in his strong arms he inundated Madge's cunt with his boiling spunk.
Mary looked over he shoulder and whispered, "Oh, Dick, what have you done? Go back to your hiding place like a good boy."
But Dick was not yet satisfied.
Finding that his prick still retained a fair amount of stiffness, he drew it out of Madge's dripping cunt and directed its well-moistened head to Mary's wrinkled little arsehole, then, with one push, he drove it in up to the hilt.
Mary groaned, but it was a groan of pure delight.
"Oh, my bottom! My bottom! Yes! Push! Fuck my arsehole-I can't help it!" and relaxing her anal muscles she let Dick's tool slip in and out rapidly.
"What are you saying, Mary? Who is fucking your arsehole?" And looking up, Madge blushed crimson as she saw Dick stooping over her with a flushed face, while his thrusts made all three shake together.
Just then a loud knocking at the door made them all jump.
Dick, without saying a word, rushed back to his shelter; Madge smoothed down the bed and threw herself into a chair, while Mary fumbled at the door to give them time.
"When she opened the door her mother, who was standing outside, asked, "What on earth are you two girls doing making such a noise, and with your door locked, your faces scarlet and your dresses all rumpled!"
She glanced from one to the other.
"What I wanted to ask was whether you had seen anything of Mr. Dick. A messenger has come from the hospital for him and he is not in either of his rooms, although I am sure he has not left the house."
"How should we know? You don't expect to find him here, I hope, Mama?"
"I don't know as to that, my dear," she replied laughing, "for when two such girls as you and Madge Stevens get together I am quite sure you would be wanting him, or perhaps even trying in some way or other to make up for the deficiency. What sort of thing is that?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye and a knowing look, and she pointed to the dildo lying on the floor at the bedside where Dick had thrown it and forgotten to put it away.
"Oh, Mama," groaned Mary, covering her face with her hands, "how horrible. What ill-luck brought you here?"
"Well, dear," said Mrs. Bond mildly, not wishing to make her presence disagreeable, "you need not hide it from me so much. I know very well that it is only natural to like this sort of thing." Then, picking up the dildo, she said, "Which of you was trying it, may I ask?" and she passed it through her fingers with a loving touch, while her eyes glittered with amorous excitement.
Mary made no answer, but she and Madge looked at each other; then seeing the turn matters had taken they broke out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
Mrs. Bond, as already stated, was fat, fair and forty; but she was something more, for not only had she a very imposing personality and a remarkably fine physique; she also possessed one of the hottest, randiest and most insatiable cunts that ever a poor widow was plagued with. At the same time, however, she was clever enough to maintain a deportment of great decorum and respectability.
On this occasion she felt that having caught the two girls in 'flagrant delicto!' she might safely indulge her passions, for having listened for some time at the door she had heard sufficient to arouse very keenly her prurient inclinations. So, sitting down on the bed, she joined in the laugh and invited the girls to sit by her side.
Then, placing her hand with lascivious pressure on Madge's soft thigh, she said, "You really must give me a lesson in the use of this clever invention. I need it to make up for the pleasures that have been taken from me, while you employ it in anticipation of pleasures you hope to enjoy in the future and which, if report is to be relied on, you at least, Madge, will soon have to the utmost of your desire."
"John seems well supplied, eh, Madge? And I am certain you are equally well prepared to give him every satisfaction. Let me feel how you are furnished here," and stooping forward she ran her hand up under Madge's petticoats. "Oh! Mrs. Bond, how can you?"
"What a luxurious crop you have there. It's thicker than mine, though I am twice your age; and such a pair of luscious lips! How they will suck in John's tool and cling round it with loving delight. I envy you your first fuck; but very likely you have tasted that pleasure already."
"Oh, Mr. Bond, how you talk!"
"Why not, dear? I myself was fucked many times before I married and my good man was never the worse for it. Of course, I wasn't fool enough to tell him, though he got the benefit of it all the same; for I knew beforehand what would please him most, and was therefore able both to excite and gratify him much better than if I was a poor innocent unsophisticated girl."
"And now, as I want you both to be quite at your ease I will, if you wish, give you a full account of how and when I was first fucked."
"Oh, Mrs. Band, that will be delightful!"
"Very well. But let us place ourselves at our ease. I can talk more freely when I am looking at a cunt and somebody is petting mine. Let me see yours, Madge, and put your finger here."
"Oh, Mrs. Bond, what a nice soft bush you have; and the mouth feels as hot as fire. May I see it?"
"Yes, dear, if you wish," and pulling up her petticoats she displayed a pair of fleshy thighs, and between them a cunt of extraordinary dimsenions, the large lips pouting in the most wanton way.
"Oh, Mrs. Bond, what a lovely cunt you have! Mary, have you ever seen such a glorious love-nest?" And drawing the lips apart with her fingers she exhibited its glowing interior.
Mary looked at her mother's cunt at first with a sly kind of interest, mingled with feelings of shame at its exposure to the prying eyes of Dick. But when Madge went on manipulating it, rubbing the large distended clitoris and pressing the fat pouting lips, her libidinous propensities overspread her natural disinclination to make free with her mother's cunt, and with a sudden dash she placed herself on her knees between her mother's widespread thighs. Then, having regard for a moment the mysterious portals through which she had passed into life, she pressed her lips on the secret spot, drew the soft clitoris into her mouth, and probed with her penetrating togue the hot folds of the passage inside.
Mrs. Bond smiled with pleasure as she pushed her tingling cunt against her daughter's mouth, and said, "Why, Mary, you are sucking your mother's cunt. I must see that your own sweet little pussy is gratified in the way it likes best. I have no doubt that Mr. Dick if he were here, would be quite ready to repay you for the pleasure you are giving me-and I would place his prick myself in its mouth and hold his balls and tickle his bottom while he fucked you.
"And now that I think of it, when I finish my story we will search for him, for I am sure he is in the house; and if he gives me his promise to marry you he may have you at once-and we will all be happy to assist at the demolition of your maidenhead, that is, if you have not already given it to him, which I am strongly inclined to believe you have."
Mary kept her head down and said nothing.
So, turning to Madge, Mrs. Bond said: "What's your opinion, Madge? Don't you think that Mr. Dick, who often passes whole evenings alone with her, has already explored her maiden secrets and acquainted her with the power of his pleasure-giving tool?"
"It's highly probable. Indeed, I was saying to her before you came in, that in spite of her innocent looks I was sure she had often been fucked by him. But in the meantime, don't forget the story you have promised
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Mrs. Bond's Story
"Well, my dears, let me say by way of preface that I am a great admirer of what the Americans call 'going the whole hog'; that is, if I go in for a thing at all I go in for it altogether. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. I am not ashamed to call a cunt a cunt and a prick a prick. I enjoy fucking, and I like to talk of it. I delight in frigging and being frigged."
Here she laid her hand most lovingly on the back of Mary's head as she licked between the fat voluptuous lips, and then continued:
"I sometimes think I must have been born with an itching cunt; at least, I do not remember any time when it did not. When I was quite a child I used to play with two young cousins, and their little pricks were objects of great admiration and wonder to me.
"I loved to piddle with them and suck their pricks in my mouth, and was always gratified when they repaid the compliment by first inspecting and then kissing my little niche, as they called it.
"I had a governess, and used to tease her with all sorts of queer questions: what was a virgin? what was an eunuch? why was it wicked for a man to lie with a woman? and what harm could it do to her?
"Her attempts to evade my questions only made me all the more curious. As I grew older, nature made me feel that my little slit was evidently so formed that something might enter it; and whatever that something was I felt, sure it would be a source of great pleasure and joy, and I determined that if any opportunity ever presented itself I would not fail to make the most of it.
"Well, my dears, the opportunity came in the shape of a slave boy, named Dindee. My uncle had a plantation in the hills, about six miles from Kingston, where we lived, and I sometimes rode on my donkey to visit him.
"On such occasions I was always attended by Dindee, as the donkey was his special charge. We usually took a short cut across a wild part of the country, through which a small stream flowed rapidly.
"One very hot day we were passing near a deep pool in a retired part of the river when Dindee asked permission to take a dip to cool himself; so I dismounted a little way off and told him I would mind the donkey while he was bathing.
"I soon heard Dindee splashing about in the water, and the temptation came in my mind to creep among some bushes that lined the bank and watch him as he sported naked in the water.
"The shrubs were pretty thick and enabled me to come quite close to the water's edge, for some of them overhung the bank four or five feet. I was delighted with the view of his black, shining body and queer-looking prick, lolling from side to side as he rolled, about enjoying the refreshing coolness.
"He was sixteen years old and had an unusually large prick for so young a lad. He touched it occasionally with his hand and shook it up and down.
"'Oh!' I said to mysef, 'that is the very thing I want for my little slit. How nice it would feel going in.' And putting down my hand, I squeezed the lips and rubbed the clitoris.
"His further proceedings were still more attractive, for he commenced frigging it in the most deliberate manner and made it stand up firm and erect.
"In my eagerness to see all I could I incautiously stretched too far over the brink, and to my terror and dismay the bough on which I was leaning gave way and I tumbled head foremost into the water. I gave a cry as I sank below the surface; but in a moment I felt borned up by the arms of Dindee and drawn to the sloping bank.
"Beyond a good fright and a thorough wetting I was uninjured. So, looking at Dindee's rueful countenance, I burst out laughing and said, 'Dindee, what shall we do? I am wet to the skin."
"'Missy must take off her wet things or she will catch cold; leave them here and I will dry them on the rocks.' And he turned as if to go away.
"'Stay, Dindee. I want you to help me. I'm so drenched that I never could get them off myself .' I turned my back to him, and after a good deal of tugging and twisting we got them all off except my stockings and chemise. I then sat down while he spread them on the rocks to dry. Shivering with cold I called Dindee again.
"'Dindee, you must help me off with these also-they make me quite chilly. Thanks. Now come and give me a good rubbing, as if you were shampooing me."
"I stood with my back towards him while he rubbed my arms and legs, but I knew by his quick breathing that he was growing very excited.
"I pushed my bottom out to him and felt his stiff prick poking against me. He put his hand on my buttocks and rubbed the cheeks; then, passing it between my thighs he rubbed softly up and down. The tips of his fingers touched the lips of my cunt. I opened my thighs a little and he touched my cunt again, and yet again, each time pressing more firmly against the lips.
"He passed his other hand in front and placed it on my mount, which was just beginning to be overspread with silky down. One finger slipped in between the lips.
"'Oh, Dindee, that tickles!'
"The other hand moved swiftly round, and with both together he pressed my bottom into him. I felt the head of his prick poking stiffly between my thighs and rubbing against the lips of my cunt.
"With his fingers, he pressed the head of his prick in the moist chink within the lips. He little knew how my cunt tingled, as he said, 'Darling Missy, stoop a little."
"'What do you want to do, Dindee?' I asked, stooping down as he wished me to.
"'To fuck, darling Missy; to fuck this lovely cunt."
"Oh, Dindee, how it smarts! Oh! How strong you are; Hold me! I can't stand against your pressure!"
He leaned forward and let me down on my hands and knees; then, grasping me firmly by the hips, he pressed hard against me from behind.
"My cunt opened, and oh, girls, the dear stiff thing I had been longing for passed up into my belly and filled me with supreme delight.
"How delicious is that first fuck! To feel the dear prick passing in and out through the clinging lips, rubng every sensitive ridge, opening every voluptuous crease, and then, after a few vigorous strokes, pouring into it a hot flood of living spunk.
"The joy I felt in giving down my own share of love's essence was so great that I fell prone on my belly, with Dindee over me pressing on my bottom and his prick still soaking in my cunt."
"Oh, Mrs. Bond, I'm coming, too!" cried Madge. "Rub your ringer on the clitoris! "
"Straddle over my face then, Madge. Put your cunt on my mouth and let me taste your spendings."
Dick described this scene as being the most exciting spectacle he had ever witnessed: and though he had spend twice but a short time before, his prick bounded up and he felt consumed with vehement desire.
He had a shrewd suspicion, which he afterwards found correct, that Mrs. Bond was perfectly aware of his presence and was in fact only endeavouring to draw him out from his hiding place.
She was naturally of a prying disposition, especially in such matters, and by listening at doors and spying through peepholes she had made herself acquainted with all that was going on between Dick and her daughter and had for some time been planning how she could turn her knowledge to account, not only in compelling Dick to marry her daughter but in gratifying herself also by participating in their joys.
On this occasion she felt certain he was in the room, and she accordingly arranged this scene and told her exciting story with the intention of drawing him out.
She did not succeed, however, as she expected; for Dick, wishing to hear more of her extraordinary confession, by a great effort restrained himself.
So, after resting a few moments on the bed, she sat up and said: "My dears, we all want something to give us fresh spirit. Mary, go to the pantry and fetch a little of my French liqueuer."
Mary soon returned with the decanter and glasses. The effect of the strong and highly stimulating liqueuer was soon apparent.
Mrs. Bond tumbled the two girls on the bed, tossed up their clothes and smacked their bottoms and kissed heir cunts. They retaliated in like manner upon her-to her evident satisfaction.
Here, as luck would have it, a fly so tickled Dick's nose that in spite of all his efforts he delivered a tremendous sneeze.
Mrs. Bond tumbled the two girls on the bed, kissed thrust her hand under the covers and caught hold of the first thing that met her touch-which was nothing else than Dick's rampant prick.
"Hallo, what have we here?" and tightening her grip on the exposed limb she tugged with such force that Dick was compelled to come out.
"Oh, Mr. Dick, what a shocking fellow you are, prying into the secrets of we poor women! What shall we do with him, girls?"
"Tie him to the bed post," said Madge, laughing, "and leather his breeches-and let Mary be the executioner, for I guess she is more to blame than he is."
"Capital, Madge! Come here, young man, and do not stand there in that barefaced manner before these innocent girls! We will make you bare-bottomed as well as bare-faced," she said, tucking up his shirt while Madge tied his hands firmly with towels to the bedpost.
"Now, Madge, go to the garden and felt a bundle of good sound twigs: and you, Mary, go to the house closet for some strong cord to tie them with."
Having thus got rid of the girls she turned to Dick. "Now, Sir, I want your serious answer. By strange luck you have got behind the scenes: now I want you to assure me that you intend to act honourably with my daughter Mary. If you give me your faithful word, then you shall be welcome not only to enjoy her now but to share in all our private amusements."
This was a trying question and very craftily put. To my mind Dick answered wisely. He had found an agreeable, clever, well-educated girl, devotedly attached to him and of a temperament as warm and lascivious as his own; he therefore repied:
"Well, dear Mrs. Bond, my answer is ready. I love Mary. She is just the girl to my taste; as soon as I have a home to take her to I will make her my lawful wife."
"All right. I always knew you were a gentleman. Now we will try to gratify you as much as we can," and she placed her hand lovingly on his still erect prick and gently frigged it. Dick looked at his hands and said, "My hands are tied or I would return your kind caress."
She at once untied the knot. In doing so her swelling bosom was brought close to his face. He kissed the voluptuous globes and at once placed his hands on her bottom and cunt.
She leant back on the bed, and as her thighs expanded he slipped in between them so that his projecting prick poked against her open cunt.
He pushed, and it entered and passed up until his balls pressed against her bottom. Then he placed his hands under her thighs and raised them up, and she crossed her legs over his back.
Then they heard steps approaching, and he slopped his movements.
"It's only the girls," she muttered. "Don't mind them. Fuck away, and give me all you can! Quick!"
Mary entered and could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Dick on top of her mother, and the sight did not please her.
Dick looked round and smiled, while Mrs. Bond said, "Mary, dear, Dick has given me his promise to marry you, and this is his reward."
Mary still looked doubtful, when Madge, having returned with the twigs, heard the last words and rushed into the room with a merry laugh.
"Hold him, Mrs. Bond, hold him! Now's your chance, Mary! Punish him! Punish the wretch! After proposing to marry you, the very first thing he does is to fuck your mother-did anyone hear of the like!"
Madge hastily tied up the twigs, put them into Mary's hand and drew her up to Dick's naked bum, which presented itself in the most suggestive manner as he heaved gently up and down.
He looked smilingly up at her and said. "Do it. Mary, I deserve a whipping."
But Mary evidently had no heart for the job, and she applied the rod in the softest way to the buttocks of her lover.
Madge, observing his, pulled the rod impatiently out of her hand, saying "You're no good. Give it to me, I'll punish him," and she laid it on Dick's arse with such good effect that she made him jump again and again.
Dick fucked as he had never fucked before.
'Oh, Madge, have you no mercy? Stop, you vixen!" and he discharged with fury into Mrs. Bond's fully gratified womb.
After a few minutes rest, during which they all arranged their tumbled clothing, Mrs. Bond said, "Now, my children, we must separate for the present, but as Madge has promised to stay the night, we hope that you. Dick, will join our party in the evening."
"Thanks, Mrs. Bond, I will be most happy." replied Dick, while Madge added. "And then, Mrs. Bond, you will favour us with the continuation of your interesting story."
Mrs. Bond promised that she would certainly do her best to make her story of great interest to them, and on this note they departed to their various duties.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mrs. Bond Continues Her Story
On his way to the hospital after accepting Mrs. Bond's invitation for the evening. Dick meditated over how strangely fortune, in her blindness, showers her gifts on some while she starves others.
Many a poor devil goes moping about for someone to take pity on his loneliness and cheer him up with a bit of cunt, while he. perhaps not half so worthy, had more cunts heaped upon him than he knew what to do with.
There was Polly, who must not be forgotten: then merry little Jan, who wouldn't be denied: and again. Mary, his sweet fiancee, ever ready, and exacting too.
And now the circle was enlarged, not only by Madge but by Mrs. Bond, the weightiest of them all.
He was nearly used up as it was, and if he encountered the three alone that night he would, by the morning, become what Polly called 'a ha-p-orth of soap after a week's washing."
So he decided upon sharing his burden with someone, and thought of his friend Jack Price, who, he had learned, was engaged to marry Madge Stevens.
They had only lately promised each other, in a fit of great cordiality, that when they were married they would occasionally change wives for the sake of a little variety: and if wives, why not sweethearts?
He looked up Jack, and soon found that so far as he was concerned there was no objection: in fact, he was quite pleased and excited at the prospect.
It only remained to win over Mrs. Bond, who was very particular about her reputation.
At first, when Dick broached the subject to her. she did not at all relish the idea of entrusting the secret of their private sports to one who was comparatively a stranger: but when Dick undertook to answer for his fidelity and dilated on his manly capacity and virile powers, she gave her consent.
Mrs. Bond had a private sitting room which she called her sanctum and in which she occasionally entertained a few very select friends.
This was to be the scene of their orgies that night; and she said he could conceal him there without the knowledge of the girls.
Dick suggested leaving the hall door open at tea-time, when he could slip into his rooms unperceived; then, by watching his opportunity he might himself conduct Jack to the sanctum.
So it was finally settled. Polly was allowed to go out for the evening and Jan, as usual, went early to bed.
Jack succeeded in getting in without being noticed, and was soon concealed under a sofa while the girls were upstairs dressing, or rather undressing themselves, for the lightest costume was to be the order for the night.
Passing over the merry jokes and light freedoms they indulged in during the supper, and the plentiful libations that folowed (the hidden one not being neglected) we come to the real business of the night.
When they all betook themselves to the sanctum they found the room so warm that with one accord they took off all their remaining clothes.
Then Mrs. Bond, with one of the girls on each side of her, sat on the old-fashioned sofa under which Jack lay concealed and invited Dick to lie along their bare thighs.
Dick approved of the plan, for he could thus lay his face close to Madge's fragrant slit, and by turning his toes he could also touch the soft lips of Mary's sweet cunt with them: at the same time his bottom rested in Mrs. Bond's luxurious lap, and her experienced lingers played with their accustomed skill around his prick and balls.
Dick told me that no one ever fondled him so pleasantly as she did; she was a perfect mistress of the art. She knew what women don't always seem to understand-that the virile organism is a highly sensitive apparatus and needs delicate handling.
She did not rub or frig, but applied such soft and ever shifting touches that for a lengthened period she sustained the prick in the highest state of exaltation without extracting one drop of its brimming seed.
"And now for the story," said Madge, as she spread her legs to enjoy more of Dick's gratifying tongue titillation. "We are all longing to hear how you and Dindee got on together."
"Well, my dears, as you are so good I must gratify you," and she went on thus:
"I can't tell you how fond I grew of Dindee's black prick: I used to pet it and kiss it and frig it at every opportunity. He sometimes climbed up to my window and entered my room at night: then we would both strip naked and play all sorts of games.
"His favourite way of fucking was from behind. He said he liked to rub his belly on my bottom, the way dogs and horses did. I did not dislike it either: so, to please him I generally went on my hands and knees, and he tickled my clitoris while he fucked. However, when I found out how he acquired the taste I turned from him in disgust and never let him come near me again. It happened this way.
"One evening when I was alone I went out to the stable to look for Dindee. Intending to surprise him. I crept softly to the door and looked in. I saw Dindee in the far corner grooming, as I thought, the donkey, and I was just going to call him when something in his manner stopped me and caused me to look mere attentively.
"And oh. girls, what do you think he was doing? You'll never guess-never. He was fucking my donkey! And she seemed used to it, too; for she stood perfectly still, having lowered her haunches and with her hind legs stretched apart and her tail twisted to one side, while he long black prick rushed in and out of the slit in her bottom.
"I turned and went away in disgust. Soon afterwards I got my father to part with him, for I abhored the idea of being co-partner with a beast.
"But though I gave Dindee up, I had no intention of giving up my favourite pastime. Indeed, I could not if I would, for my cunt had grown quite imperious in its demands-it was always craving for a prick.
"I tried in every way to appease it. I bathed it: I injected hot water; I used candles and various substitutes; I certainly had nothing half as good as your dildoes; but even if I had, it would not have satisfied me-nothing but the living, bounding prick would do for my longing and ever hungry cunt.
"So I cast about for someone to fill his place. At last I thought of our family physician. He was married, it is true, but that did not deter me-in fact it added zest to the enterprise.
"He had shown me in many little ways that he was quite ready to make free with me, so I felt certain there would be no hesitation on his part to go as far as I would allow him.
"I therefore called boldy at his home and told the servant that I wanted to consult her master. I was shown into the surgery, and soon after Dr. Bolus came in, smiling.
"What does the fair Sophia want with me today?" he asked, as he motioned me to an easy chair.
"
"Doctor, I am not well, and I suffer from constant irritation,"
"'Is it in the bowels," he said, putting his hand on my stomach, or lower?"
"I blushed and nodded assent. '"Will you let me examine you? Then I shall know what is wrong and be able to prescribe."
"'Could you not prescribe without examining me?' " 'Of course I could, but it will be far more satisfactory to us both to ascertain by inspection what is really the matter. There now, lean back-that's a sensible girl. Open your legs and let me uncover you for a moment."
"He lifted my dress, and at the same time drew me forward to the edge of the chair.
"Let me spread your thighs open more," he said, lifting my legs over the arms. He then went down on his knees with his face close to my cunt, felt all round it and opened the lips with his fingers.
"Yes. the vulva is a good deal excited, but there is nothing abnormal about it. The nymphoes are somewhat inflamed, and the vagina is in a very heated condition. Have you been doing anything to it?"
" 'Yes, I syringed it with an ivory syringe which mother has."
"'Ah, I thought so. It is not suitable for you-it's too hard, in the very excited state of your organ: you require a syringe of a peculiar construction, not only smooth but soft and flexible. I have one just the right size, and if you will allow me I will apply it myself."
"'Very well, doctor, if you promise not to hurt me."
"He went to a press and took out a mahogany case which he brought over and opened before me; it con-tined some black-looking tubes of different sizes.
"He laid the case on the floor and again knelt between my thighs. He threw my dress higher up so as to cover my face, which I did not object to. I then felt him trying the tubes in my cunt, beginning with the smallest. He asked me each time how I liked it and whether he was hurting me. I said, 'No, on the contrary, you are giving me great relief."
"'Just so," he replied, as he put in one that had a peculiarly soft and pleasant feel. Ah, girls, there is no mistaking the real thing. Do you guess what he was doing?
"Well, he was trying the natural tube, and doing it so skillfully that I could not help panting out. 'Oh. doctor, that is nice! Push it in further, I want more of it! Oh. doctor, that is very good! Don't take it out-press against me! Oh! Oh! That will do."
"When I sat up, the doctor was still pantin". from his exertions; but his face was beaming, and his eyes twinkled as he said, 'You are a good patient. What I have done will, I think, be of service to you: and when you need my services, come again. You know my consultation days are Tuesday and Fridays, but whenever I am at home when you call I shall aways be at your service.' Then he kissed me, and I went away.
"Well, my dears, you won't be surprised to hear that it was not long before I paid the doctor another visit: and let me tell you there was nothing singular in my going to him, for he was a well-known lady's doctor, and many came from great distances to consult him, especially in cases of disappointment at not having a family-and if report is to be relied on, he not only prepared them for their husbands but often took the place of the husband himself. Indeed, I'm sure many came to him specially with that desire.
"Well, be that as it may, I willingly submitted as he had excited me by skillfully rubbing and various touches and pressures, he said' You are making very satisfactory progress, my dear; and now, as I have the tube which suits you in my pocket, if you will lean back more at your ease I will introduce it and administer the usual injection."
"'Very good, doctor. Am I right now?' I asked, pushing up my cunt. 'No wonder you aways carry that tube in your pocket, for I guess you find it in great demand by the ladies."
"He looked up at my face and catching the merry twinkle in my eyes he perceived at once that I understood the true character of his instrument.
"Ah," he said, his face relaxing into a general smile, 'there is no use attempting to humbug you: you are too cute and clever. I knew from the first what you wanted, and in truth it is the only thing that can give you real relief. I am therefore glad that you approve of its exhibition."
"'Well then, why don't you exhibit it now. I know it by the feel; lei me know it my sight also."
"You are a charming girl, Sophy. If my wife was only like you, I would never think of any other woman in the world."
"As he said this he rose from his knees, opened his trousers in front, took out his prick and stood at my side. I took the dear thing into my hands. Oh, how nice and attractive it looked. A black prick may be all very well as a novelty or out of necessity now and then, but to a refined taste there is nothing like a white one.
"Now the doctor had one of remarkable purity of colour. My eyes gloated over it; its smooth skin was such a clear milky whiteness. The head was so large, round and glossy, that I pressed it within my lips.
"A little pearly drop glistened at the tiny opening. I licked it up-it had a spicy flavour. The doctor put his hands on my head and played with my cheeks and chin.
"'My darling, you fondle my prick most deliciously. I love to feel your delicate fingers playing with my balls, it's delicious. Oh! Lovely! Lovey!'
"I had pushed a hand inside his trousers and tickled his bottom-hole with my forefinger.
"'Would you like me to spend in your mouth, dear? I can't keep it back much longer."
"'You may, I would like it; you can put it in my cunt afterwards," I replied, and taking as much of it in my mouth as I could I sucked as hard as I was able while I stirred his balls with one hand.
""Oh, darling Sophy! Oh! Oh!' he groaned, as his hot bubbling spunk spurted into my mouth and slid down my throat.
"He brought me a glass of wine, and telling me to remain as I was he sat on the floor to rest between my legs, his head supported on my thighs.
"As he kissed and frigged my cunt he questioned me as to when and how I had first been fucked. I hesitated a little, but thinking is wiser to trust him altogether as I had trusted him so much already, I told him all about Dindee.
"He laughed and said he had never met a girl who pleased him so much, and that my talking so freely was a special charm; for nothing enhanced the enjoyment of the act itself so much as the preliminary feeling and talking about it.
"'Now, let me put this pillow under your bottom to elevate the shrine of love and enable me to pay my devotions with more ease and comfort."
"He then watched his prick glide into the sanctuary, and when it had reached the innermost recess we clasped each other and panted with effort and emotion.
"Just as my cunt had drunk in his hot sperm and he had sank down with a long-drawn sigh upon my breast, I caught his eye and asked, 'What would your wife say if she saw us now?'
"'She would say-you old sinner!' exclaimed a voice. to our consternation, from behind the opening door. 'Have I caught you at last? You cannot taunt me about young Mr. Lyons now. Come in, Mr. Lyons, and see how the governor practices surgery with ladies when he gets them by themselves."
"And his assistant, a good-looking young fellow with a ruddy face and merry eyes, peeped into the room.
"'Oh my dear, stop your foolishness. You may do with Mr. Lyons just as you please. Don't bark at me, and you can have him as often as you like. Lyons, you are a good fellow. Until now I have regarded you as a son, but I suppose I must consider you in some other light in future."
"'As she does not even veil her desire for you, you can have her with all my heart: only let there be no more concealment. Let everything be done openly. You have been watching us, so it is only fair that we in turn should have the satisfaction of witnessing your performance together."
"I have never admired anything so much as the doctor's clever way of getting out of his difficulty and competely turning the tables on his wife.
"She seemed scarcely to relish his proposal. However, as she had nothing to say she sat down on the sofa. He went up to her just as he was with his trousers open, and giving her a kiss, he said, 'Now, be a wise girl and submit cheerfully, then we shall be quite happy. Come here, Lyons. I am sure you know these quarters pretty well already," and inclining her back and drawing up her skirts, he added, 'Look at this fine, randy fat cunt.' Then, pushing her legs apart and opening the lips, he said, 'This is for my own special use: but from now on I constitute you my partner in fucking as well as in all other business-and if that is not true liberty, equality and fraternity, there are no such things in the world."
"Mr. Lyons looked pleased and muttered some kind of thanks, while he evidently regarded the randy fat cunt with admiration and desire.
" 'Now, Sophy, my love," cried the doctor, 'come here and prepare this bashful young man for his work. Unbutton him and take out his prick, there's a dear."
"You will all agree, I think, that under the circumstances any display of modesty on my part would have been unnecessary and out of place: so, discarding it for the time, I unbuttoned his trousers, pulled up his shirt, and soon brought to light a fine, healthy young prick in full erection.
"'Kiss it, Sophy," said the doctor, and I willingly did so. The doctor's wife, now more at her ease since her husband was presiding, threw her handkerchief over her face, and when she felt young Lyons between her thighs, she drew up her legs and spread herself as much as she could.
"The doctor held open the lips of his wife's cunt, while I, kneeling behind Mr. Lyons, held his prick with one hand and pushed the head inside.
"As it entered I grasped his balls, and then I quietly squeezed them as he went on ramming his prick in and out.
"Some women don't care to handle a man's balls. I do, for I find it the best way of stimulating and increasing their efforts. What do you say, Dick? Do you like having your scrotum petted and your testicles gently pressed and stirred around?"
"Oh! Mrs. Bond, it is delicious! But I am on the verge of discharging! Let me fuck one of you or I shall burst!"
"Yes, you are in a first-rate condition. Look, girls, there's a lovely prick for you! Which of you will enjoy it first?"
"Dear Mrs. Bond," said Madge, "you ought to have it first, for it is your beautiful story and delicate handling that brought it into such fine condition. , Come, Mary, we will amuse ourselves on the floor while Dick fucks your mother. I am just in the mood for a little tribadism. Get over me, dear, and place your cunt on my mouth, and then let us have a sweet suck together."
Madge laid herself down on the soft carpet before the sofa with her legs stretched wide apart, while Mary, straddling over her, rubbed her cunt on her mouth and presented her magnificent arse to the full gave of Dick and her mother-and of Jack, too, who was impatiently peeping out from under the sofa.
"Good, my darlings! No two naked and randy girls ever presented a more attractive combination. If John Price could only see you now, he wouldn't know which of you to fuck. John-come out!"
In a moment John was on top of them. They cried out in surprise and tried to get up, but he held them firmly in position as they were.
He was quite naked like themselves, and his fine prick which had been on the stand for the last half hour poked fiercely at Mary's bottom.
"Put him in, Madge, put him in," laughed Mrs. Bond.
"No, I won't! He mustn't fuck Mary-she doesn't want him to!" '
"Yes I do!" cried Mary, who, having caught Dick's eye, quickly understood how matters were and pushed her bottom up towards him.
"No, Mary, he shan't! If he does he shall never fuck me again!"
"Don't be cross, Madge, what harm will it do you? There, let him in. You will enjoy him all the more afterwards," said Mary, and putting out her tongue, she thrust it into Mary's cunt and produced such an irritation therein that in her excitement Madge actually held her lover's prick to Mary's lascivious slit and let it rush eagerly in.
Meantime, Dick had mounted Mrs. Bond, and that salacious lady came as soon as she felt the full length of his prick enclosed in the folds of her heated cunt. Then, embracing him firmly with arms and legs, she told him to fuck away as hard as he could.
During the rest which followed, Mrs. Bond gratified her lecherous taste by inspecting John's prick and handling his balls with great delight.
Madge, feeling somewhat ashamed of her little burst of jealousy, now called on her lover to favour Mrs. Bond with a practical proof of his ability while she spread herself more conveniently for Dick, who had been examining her wanton recess.
John was willing enough, for he greatly admired Mrs. Bond for her spirit and dash, and found that she more than made up for her want of youth by her greater experience and fertility of invention.
They quickly spent, and after they had rested a little Mrs. Bond proposed a general sponging. Then they took some light refreshment.
In the parting scene Dick paired with Mary, and Jack with Madge, while Mrs. Bond's busy fingers added piquancy to the tableau.
This concluded a night of rare unmingled pleasure characterised, it is true, by extreme licentiousness, yet unstained by a single act of wanton cruelty or unnatural obscenity.
Dick's letters were a source of great enjoyment to us all. The arrival of the fortnightly mail was looked forward to with a pleasant anticipation, and the governor was sure to find his way to my door that evening.
He loved to lie at his ease, toying with my cunt and bottom, while I read Dick's exciting descriptions written for this very purpose-for when he heard that his letters were so highly appreciated by the governor he redoubled his efforts to please us.
At last the time drew nigh for Dick to pay his promised visit. He had successfully passed his final examination and was now duly qualified to act as a medical practitioner. The governor directed him to bring his credentials with him in order that he might be able to fulfil his promise of obtianing for him a suitable and lucrative appointment.
He also told him to propose to Mrs. Bond a move to Trinidad, where she would procure an excellent residence near Government House, and by his influence an unfailing supply of good lodgers.
Although this was stated with apparent indifference, I saw plainly enough that the account Dick had given of Mrs. Bond and her interesting family had, in the highest degree, excited the desire of the governor to obtain the pleasure of a closer acquaintance with that salacious lady.
I foresaw that such an acquaintance would assuredly lead to a lessening of my influence over him; but he was growing old and I might at any time have to look out for some more permanent position, so I did not feel greatly alarmed. Besides, to have my old friend Dick, even though married, near me again would be a source of very great pleasure and support.
Mrs. Bond readily accepted the governor's invitation, and in due time arrived with all her belongings. The selection and arrangement of Mrs. Bond's future residence was entrusted to the governor and myself. To account for the interest he took in the matter, it was given out that she had been the wife of an old friend of his to whom he had promised, when he lay dying, that he would look after and protect his widow and orphans.
It so happened that there was a suitable and commodious house not far from the government grounds at that time untenanted. The governor at once engaged it for his friend's widow, and set about having it furnished and fitted up, not forgetting a special boudoir or sanctum for Mrs. Bond's own use.
By the time the preparations were completed we received a letter from Dick, telling us that they were just about to embark. In this letter he enclosed his ceriticate and testimonials for the governor's inspection.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Widow's Crafty Scheme
The governor and I were waiting on the shore ready to welcome Mrs. Bond and her party on their arrival.
Mrs. Bond was younger and more fresh looking than I had expected. She had the sprightly, vivacious manner of a French woman, and all the ease and accomplishment of a well-bred lady.
Mary, I did not fancy much; she was pretty but then there was something reserved and sly in her look and demeanor which rather repelled me.
But Jan, with her merry open face and warm impetuous little ways, was altogether to my taste, and we quickly became close friends.
Dick, I thought had improved wonderfully; he had grown more manly in appearance, and his handsome manly bronzed face was set off by a full, dark-coloured moustache.
He met me with the greatest warmth, and his kiss was something more than a formal one.
The governor's interest secured for Dick the appointment he desired and when he had obtained apartments in a neighbouring lodging-house he entered on his duties with zeal and ability.
Mrs. Bond quickly made herself at home, and the governor I need hardly say was a frequent visitor at her house. From the first she brought all her seductive arts to bear upon him, and knowing that he had been made acquainted through Dick with all her secret tastes, habits and capabilities, she permitted him to take her in his arms and, after a little coy remonstrance, to push his roving hand up beween her easily separated thighs. Then, having carefully secured the door, she allowed him to raise her petticoats and lay bare the hidden beauties that clustered round the junction of her large and fleshy highs.
She then inclined back and spread herself open to afford him the fullest gratification by a near inspection of her swelling mount and the thick voluptuous lips of her well-furnished cunt.
As he stooped over her she unbuttoned his trousers, pulled up his shirt, and drew forth his soft and attenuated prick.
"Let me fondle it for a moment, my dear sir," she said, "It has plenty of life in it yet, it only needs a little attention to flatter and excite it."
She took it coaxingly in her well-practiced hand, and with a stimulating touch she ran her fingers up and down the shaft and over the pendant head.
Then, leaning towards it, she took it into her warm mouth and played around the head and neck with her pliant tongue, while with soft suction, she compressed her lips and moved her head back and forth over it.
At last, yielding to her skilful treatment, it slowly filled up and attained a certain degree of firmness and erection. Still nursing it with her stimulating touches she looked up, and with a smile she said, "It is in good condition now. Would you like me to call in Mary? She is young, fresh and beautifully made, in fact she has one of the most satisfying cunts that ever man entered into, and I am sure she will think herself happy in being able to minister to your pleasure."
The governor's face brightened as he replied, that while nothing could exceed the ripeness and beauty of her own lovely charms, yet, as she had so kindly suggested it, he would be only too pleased to administer to the enjoyment of her very charming daughter.
Mrs. Bond thoroughly understood the old governor, and with wily craft she impressed a lascivious kiss on the sensitive tip of his half-erect prick and said, "Cheer up, my dear old prick, I will bring you a fresh young cunt that will give you new vigour and delight."
She got up and went out, and soon returned leading her daughter, Mary, by the hand. The governor rose to meet her. and taking her in his arms said, "Allow me to congratulate you, sweet Mary, on the bloom on your lovely cheeks and the sparkle of your bright eyes."
Mary looked shy and turned away her blushing face.
"Don't be over-modest, my child," said Mrs. Bond. "The governor has been very good to me. and we must do all we can to show our gratitude by pleasing him by every means in our power. Come here, child," and silting down she made her daughter bend over her knees. She then proceeded to pull up her clothes.
"Oh, Mama," cried Mary, "don't uncover me before Sir Charles! You will let him see all-every-oh! Don't look. Sir Charles!"
"I will uncover you before Sir Chares, and if he dares to look he shall see all you have to show," and she. revealed the bare, plump bottom and smacked it with the palm of her hand.
She drew the governor's attention to how red her daughter's arse was getting.
"Lift your bottom more and spread your thighs. Mary. Look, governor, at these two pretty fat lips. I will pull them open for you-see this clitoris, how stiffly it stands out, and this deep chink, how red and moist it is. I do believe the impudent girl is spending! Look at the juice oozing out! How hot and randy she is. Now. Sir Charles, where is your prick. I will get hold of her while you stick it in. Get down there between her legs and let me giide it for you. Now, push. There! How nicely it slips in. Now work away while I keep my hand on your balls and tickle your bottom."
"Oh. Mama, let me get up! What is Sir Charles doing to me?"
"Fucking you. my dear. Can't you feel his nice prick rubbing in your cunt, and his hairy belly smacking against your bottom? Tell him. Mary. Tell him you like it."
"Dear Sir Charles, your prick gives me a very pleasant feeling in my cunt. I hope you are enjoying it yourself. Do you like looking at my bottom? Can you see it while you fuck?"
"Yes, darling Mary. I don't know when I enjoyed a fuck so much, and your talking of it so freely makes it even more enjoyable. You have a most delicious cunt. It holds my prick like a hand. And you have the sweetest, roundest and plumpest arse that ever a lady carried behind her. But I must withdraw now, for I am going to spend," and he pulled out his prick.
"Put it in here," said Mrs. Bond, drawing apart the cheeks of Mary's bottom and presenting the little brown hole in the most easy and inviting position. "Shall I, Mary?" said the governor, eagerly. "Shall I fuck your arse?"
"Yes. Sir Charles; fuck away at my arse if you would like to."
The governor pushed at the narrow entrance, and the well moistened prick slipped into her bottom and discharged into her entrails the few drops of spunk it was able to deliver.
Miry then poured water into a basin and returned bringing her own sponge, and carefully washed, wiped and then petted and kissed the drooping prick.
I was not present in this first step in their wily plot hut was informed of what took place afterwards, when all was settled and we had fallen into the position which stern fate apparently had allotted to us.
Mrs. Bond was as ambitious as she was clever, and she at once perceived that the amorous tastes and weaknesses of the old governor presented an opportunity of making her daughter, Mary, so attractive and so essential to his palate and pleasure that he might be induced to take her as his second wife.
The engagement with Dick she treated very lightly; for she knew she had brought it about herself and that he would probably not regret being released from the promise which had been extracted from him. My own connections gave her no concern whatever.
I soon perceived the old man's infatuation. He was perpetually at Mrs. Bond's; and when with me, which was more seldom than formerly, he could talk of nothing but Mary, her beauty, her accomplishments and her charm. So I said to him one day, when he was returning my caresses in a languid manner:
"My dear old Charlie, I see how the wind blows; you like Mary and you want Mary. Why don't you marry her, and have the full command of a fine girl and her accomplished mother into the bargain?"
"Well, I might; but I can't on your account, and also that she is engaged to our friend Dick."
"As for me," I replied, "don't let that be an obstacle. Thanks to your liberality and my father's kindness. I am independent; and my affection for you will always be the same. As for Dick, I don't think he cares much for Mary after all. It would not break his heart, I know, to see her the wife of his friend and patron. Sir Charles."
To make a long story short, it was soon understood by us all that Mary was to be the second Lady Stanhope. Dick, being thus set free, reminded me of his old passion which he had always nursed in his heart of hearts, and asked me to become his wife.
I consented on condition that I was to retain the command of my own money, and that we should both be absolutely free to enjoy ourselves just as we had done when in possession of our unmarried liberty. This arrangement smoothed away every difficulty and restored confidence and kindly feeling amongst us all.
Dick and I were invited to join the parties in the sanctum, and Mary and her mother often came to my boudoir and met the governor and Dick, who continued to be the best of friends. She naturally made the governor the great object of her attention, and left Dick and me to follow our own devices and join in as we liked, which plan suited all parties very well. I will describe one of these scenes as a specimen.
One day, having settled the old governor in a comfortable posture on the couch, his bottom resting on soft cushions, his back supported by sloping pillows and his thighs wide apart, Mrs. Bond knell at his side and stooped forward so as to elevate her naked posterior, of which she was justly proud, in front of a large mirror in full view of the reclining governor. Then, in the most skilful manner she took hold of and delicately frigged his prick, while with the other hand went stealthily under his thighs and cunningly titillated him from behind. By her direction, Mary knelt on the other side with her fair white bottom turned towards his face, so that he could feast his eyes or amuse his fingers with her delicate little nether entrance or the thick hairy lips of her luscious quim. Sometimes on a hint from her mother, she would vary her position by straddling over his chest and pushing up her bottom to his face so that he might kiss and smell the fragrant apertures there, all the time however, keeping her open mouth over his prick, so that her mother might pop in its head when she wished to vary the sensations.
They had discovered that the governor was unusually fond of listening to bawdy stories, and the special delight he found in hearing women use all those wanton terms and expressions which are suggestive of lecherous thought and practice.
So the mother now gratified him by carrying on with Mary a most lascivious and suggestive conversation, while Dick and I laughed, being highly amused at the wily craft of the mother and the unblushing effrontery of the daughter. Winking at Mary the mother asked:
"Has Sir Charles ever got anyone to fuck you while he watched?"
"He has. Mama. I didn't quite like it, but you know I would do anything to please him. He brought the coachman into his room, and having told him he wanted him to fuck one of the maids in front of him, he blnd-folded him perfectly. Then he placed him on the bed on his back and desired me to get his prick in work-in.; order, for he was about to bring in the girl. When all was ready he stripped me naked and directed me to get on the bed and straddle over the coachman's prick, which he stuffed into my cunt with his own hand, while he kept on feeling me all over.
"Then I worked away, up and down, while Sir Charles held his prick to my mouth and asked me to frig and suck it and tickle his arsehole until he spent."
Another devise of that lascivious dame was in every way successful, and is therefore worthy of special mention.
She obtained a shallow basket purposely made with an open bottom. This was secured like the scale of a balance to a rope that passed through a pulley overhead, so that it could be hauled up and down. In this, Mary was placed quite naked and with her plump white buttocks protruding through the open bottom, which position caused her cunt to stand out with a most luxurious exciting prominence from the furrow between her smooth round buttocks.
Of all the varied postures to which prurient fancy might subject the female form, this is the best I have ever seen for displaying in full perfection both the exterior and interior beauties of a woman' cunt.
In most cases, no matter how they spread their thighs the nymphoe or inner lips remain closed; but by this arrangement the pressure of the body so forces out the cunt that those shell-like wings are drawn widely apart, and thus afford a most ravishing view of the crimson depths between.
Mary, having seated herself in the basket, was hoisted up from the floor. The old governor then laid himself underneath on his back, and with his lustful eyes fastened upon the luscious cunt invitingly opened out above his head her mother frigged up his prick into some degree of life and stiffness.
Then Dick or I would lower the basket gently down so that the ruddy lips of ihe open cunt would just alight on and enclose the head of the prick, which was so skillfully sustained by her mother's hand.
Then, as the rope was further slackened, the weight of her body caused the hot moist lips to swallow up the whole of that luscious morsel.
But as soon as we perceived the soft lips pressing hard on the hair at its roots, we would suddenly draw her up and-expose the governor's tool standing red and thrilling after its sweet immersion; then quickly down again; then up, until the pleasing friction set them both wild with excitement.
Mary, being so much younger and more vigorous, always felt it more keenly. She used to lean over the side, and looking down at the ruddy prick standing up beneath her she would complain of its having been too quickly drawn from her throbbing quim.
The governor, trembling all over with delightful emotion, would direct Mrs. Bond to squat down with her bottom on his face in order that he might suck her cunt while he fucked her daughter.
Mrs. Bond would then place her cunt on his open mouth, and as soon as she left his pliant tongue licking up and down and sucking out the juice exuding from it, she would take the basket in her hands and so press it down and work it from side to side as to make his prick wriggle about in Mary's belly in the most luxurious and exciting manner, thereby ensuring a grand and abundant discharge.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Another Turn of Fortune's Wheel
The day fixed for Mary's nuptials was drawing near; her dresses were ready and the wedding cake ordered. Mrs. Bond, inflated with the sense of her own importance, fussed about ordering everybody and arranging everything, while her eyes beamed with excitement as she anticipated the approaching triumph of her schemes.
But a sudden turn of fortune's wheel dashed the cup of joy from her lips and overwhelmed her with disappointment.
After an unusually exciting afternoon in honour of his coming marriage, the old Governor was seized with a fit when undressing for the night; he lingered for a few hours, and then unconsciously passed away. This sad event of course upset all our plans and destroyed the fine prospects of Mary and her mother.
I did not very much sympathise with them in their trouble, for they had shown utter disregard for the feelings of others. But for the poor old governor I felt real sorrow, and I readily assumed the deep mourning that was becoming to his adopted child.
As soon after as we decently could, Dick and I were privately married. He was by this time established in a very good practice, and was able to take a pleasant residence furnished with every comfort and convenience.
We found our previous arrangement work admirably, and as we were both resolute in expelling the demon jealousy all went smoothly.
Dick, of course, slept with me and fucked me to his heart's content: and when he desired a little change-and where is the man who does not-he frankly told me, and I never objected. Not only that, I even provided him with the means of enjoying it; and he reciprocated by doing the same kind of turn for me.
What was the result-he loved and admired me all the more, and always returned to my arms with renewed zest and ardent feelings.
We were really happy, for we had no secrets from one another, 'no suspicious, no heart-burnings! We mutually shared each other's joys and contributed to each other's pleasures.
My intercourse with Mrs. Bond and Mary gradually lessened, but my affection for Janifa increased, and she passed much of her time with me. On the evening of her first visit after our marriage, when the servants had finished their attendance and we could bolt the doors and feel ourselves free from interruptions, we commenced our love sports.
Dick smiled knowingly at Jan as he slipped his hands under my petticoats, and I at once responded by unbuttoning his trousers and drawing out his ruby-topped prick, saying at the same time to her:
"You see, darling Jan, we make no stranger of you. You have seen this dear prick before-and felt it, too. in your sweet little cunt. Now I want to place it there with my own hands and watch it fucking you. Come here, my pet: sit beside me and lean back-what a delightful little cockle-shell you have. Oh I must kiss is first."
Jan spread her legs and pushed up her pretty bottom as I knelt on the floor and separated the lips of her cunt. Then I applied my tongue with thrilling effect to the little orifice. She panted and twisted about, murmuring her satisfaction.
"Queenie, you are a darling," cried Dick, "and I love you more and more every day." Then, coming behind me, he threw up my clothes and asked, "What is she doing to you, Jan, that makes you wriggle your arse in that fashion?"
"Oh, Dick, you wife is sucking my cunt! She is frigging is so delightfully with her tongue that she is making me mad for a fuck."
"And you shall have it too, my sweet Jan, later on, for at present I am deep in the folds of her own randy cunt."
This kind of wanton talk as usual stirred up my naturally lascivious temperament. I rolled her soft, luscious clitoris in my mouth while I relished with intense delight the long steady strokes of Dick's vigorous prick in my palpitating cunt. It felt so different from the feeble flabby affair to which I had lately been accustomed; indeed, I had often found it hard to tell whether a prick was in my cunt or not.
But Dick's fine, manly tool made its presence felt and no mistake. Its big sturdy head pressed hard on the mouth of my womb, seven or eight inches up from the outer lips, while the projecting ridge of the glans rubbed with firm, delicious friction against the sensitive lining of my vagina. And just as Jan's warm essence filled my mouth, Dick's spurting sperm met my own dissolving flow, and we all sank together in that enjoyable languor which usually follows fully gratified desires.
After resting awhile we all stripped, and then Jan and I commenced playing with his prick and balls while he tickled our cunts and bottoms. When we got his prick in fair working order again and Jan had given it a good suck, she looked up and said:
"Now, Queenie, I want to place this in your cunt myself and see it fucking you. So lean back, spread your thighs and lift yourself while I put this pillow under your bottom. Look, Dick, see how your wife's cunt opens its mouth for your fuck! See how red it is inside! I am going to suck it first before I put your prick inside. You can watch me or play with my arse-just as you please."
The next moment I felt her warm mouth buried in my cunt, my whole clitoris drawn inside her sucking lips and her tongue pushing here and there into every crevice. Not content with that, the little wanton, having moistened her finger in my cunt, thrust it up my bottom and in the most luscious manner stirred it round and round inside, saying as she did so, "I am frigging your arse, Queenie. Can you feel my finger in your arse?" And then: "Oh! Dick has his finger in mine! But Dick, you must not fuck me this time. Come here, and kneel on this cushion. Oh, your prick is so fine and strong! Wait-let me first rub its head up and down this furrow. Now! That's the spot-push! How it rushed in. Now pull it out. Oh! How wet it is, and so red and hot; and how nice it smells!" And she licked it with her tongue. "Now drive it up again. How your balls bang on her arse! Now another stroke! How she heavts up to meet you! Oh, what a smack that was! What a wonderful thing fucking is!"
When Dick, urged to wild delirium by her wanton cries made his final thrust, she threw herself on his back and rubbed her excited cunt as hard as she could against the quivering cheeks of his bottom.
Jan had a decided Lesbian taste, and declared that while she enjoyed amazingly the prods of a sturdy prick in her cunt, yet her pleasure seemed increased tenfold when she could at the same time pet and suck the cunt of another woman in as randy a state as her own. So, to gratify her, I had to lie on my back across the bed with my head resting on the edge; she then bent over me with her belly resting on my breasts and her cunt right over my face, and encircling my thighs with her arms and holding open the lips of my cunt with her hands, she sucked the clitoris while she frigged the passage with her fingers.
I called out to my husband: "Come, Dick, here is what I know you delight in-a woman's arse in all its naked beauty. Look at these round cheeks-how soft and smooth they are! And this lovely valley between them; and in the middle of it the dainty little bottom hole which you say holds a prick tighter than any cunt! Ah, but I am sure that the cunt is by far nicer and sweeter. Doesn't this rosy chink look specially inviting? Why, it seems almost begging for a fuck! See how these fat lips pour at the thought of your neglecting them! And this rose-bud clitoris, how delicious it looks with its tiny head challenging attention!"
"Queenie, you are right," replied my husband. " It is the natural place, and what is natural is always the most satisfactory. Besides, when you offer it to me yourself, my pet, I most certainly could not refuse."
He placed his prick in my hands, and I popped its head into the moist chink where Jan was expecting it. How fondly the firm lips closed round it as he slowly drove it up until the hairs at its root pressed against them and his balls plumped on my face! I felt her give a thrill of pleasure when the whole prick was embedded in her belly. Pushing up my mouth and thrusting out my tongue I could touch the soft lips of her cunt and the underside of his slippery prick, while her mount rubbed my chin as she twisted herself about. All this time she was sucking my clitoris with fury, and frigging with her fingers both my cunt and bottom. Engaged thus we dissolved away in each other's embrace.
Here, I must retrace the steps of my story for a brief period. A short time before my marriage with Dick, I attained the age of twenty-one and was then able to carry out my father's intention of conferring the gift of freedom on my faithful and loving Zilla. She asked me at the same time to honour with my presence her marriage to Davy, who, on the break up of the governor's establishment, had set up for himself as market-gardener with a snug little cottage of his own.
I readily promised, and gave her a liberal present as a wedding gift. They were both very grateful, and begged me to favour them by assisting at the consummation also. They evidently meant this as a compliment, and also as a proof of their affection. So, after the ceremony was duly performed, I returned to their cottage and went with them into their bedroom, where they both at once began to strip off their light clothing.
Then Zilla threw herself naked on the bed on her back, and spreading her thighs she asked me to hold Davy's prick and put it into her cunt myself. Davy grinned with delight as he looked down at the rosy chink of his wife's quim as it lay invitingly open before him and at the same time felt my hands as in the days of yore fondling his prick and skinning its swollen head. As I drew him to her she raised her body so as to display the whole of her lascivious bottom in all its attractive proportions. Davy ran his hands over the lovely cheeks of her arse as I placed the head of his prick at the entrance of her longing cunt.
"Now, take your time," I said, "and you will enjoy it all the more."
But they were too excited to heed me; for just as Davy pushed she heaved up, and the whole prick disappeared in a moment within the hot folds, which closed round it with eagerness and delight. With one hand I squeezed his balls from behind, and with the fingers of the other I tickled her clitoris until they both poured out their spendings amid soft sighs and amorous grunts.
While resting in each other's arms Zilla looked up at me, and with a happy, contented smile she said, "Davy is a good boy and I am very fond of him; but. Miss Queenie if you have at any time a fancy for him, and he himself be willing-as I am sure he always will be-you are heartily welcome to the services of the best of his prick, for though I might be jealous of others I will never nor could be as regards you."
"Very well, Zilla," I replied, laughing, "perhaps some day I may put your good nature to the test in that way. But what do you say yourself, Davy? You surely won't desire any change when you are so well supplied with a good wife."
"Ah, Miss Queenie, novelty is always pleasant. She is very wise, for she well knows that when she let me go to you I come back to her with a new delight and love her all the more."
I admired their simple philosophy and felt it was in accord with my ideas; and so I left them to enjoy themselves.
While talking with Jan one day, I described Zilla's wedding to her and expatiated on the wonderful power and efficiency of Davy's black prick. She grew intensely interested and said she would be gratified if I could manage to prevail on Davy and his wife to share our sports and exhibit their able charms for our joint entertainment. I promised to pay them an early visit and sound their feelings in the matter.
Davy and Zilla seemed quite flattered at the proposal, and readily entered into my plans. Between us we arranged a little scene in which Davy, or rather Davy's prick should be the principal performer. On the night appointed they came at a late hour, as we did not wish our servants to know what was going on.
Davy first appeared upon the stage, that is, my boudoir, while Zilla, Dick and I, the spectators, in a nude condition looked on through the open door of the room. He pulled off his pantaloons, raised his shirt, and exposing his prick in all its grandour day down on my sofa. Then, putting his arms across his face, he began to enjoy the thoughts of his coming pleasure.
Jan, who had been in the bathroom, now entered my boudoir rubbing her naked limbs with a towel, and said, "Oh! What is that black thing on the sofa? I do declare it is a black man, fast asleep. His large black prick is standing up all uncovered! What an opportunity for investigating the secrets of a black tool!"
She went up close to the sofa and put her hand gently on the noble limb.
"How fast asleep he seems to be. I fancy he must have taken too much drink; anyhow, he has a splendid prick-what a length and firmness, and such thickness, too!"
She then encircled it with both hands, and drawing down the yielding skin continued: "What a noble head it has! It makes all my cunt tingle merely to look at it and touch it. I wonder if it would awaken him if I kissed it!" And she pressed her lips to its pulpy head. Then her pliant tongue softly played around it as her open mouth gradually sucked it in.
"Ah! Ah!" muttered Davy, as if he were speaking in a dream. "I must have gone to heaven before the time, and this is a lovely Venus come to make me happy. She like black prick, too; she know how to pet and suck it. Get across me, Miss Venus; put the black prick into your rosy slit-Ah, you understand I see! The heavenly goddesses do not dislike black nigger; they know him a man and a brother. Oh, how tight-and how hot! Oh! Press hard," while Jan, with glowing cheeks and flashing eyes bounded up and down, making the prick rush in and out of her eager cunt with a sucking noise at every plunge, until at last she threw herself forward and clasped him in her arms.
Meanwhile, we spectators had not been idle. I induced Zilla to lean over a table, and uncovering the glossy cheeks of her large bottom I called Dick's attention to it as I pulled the lips of her cunt apart with my fingers to show the deep red of its. voluptuous interior.
Dick came close behind the black bottom, and placing my hand on his prick, he said, "Well, Queenie, I must say you and Zilla are paragon wives. What a different world it would be if all wives had your sense and spirit!"
I liked being commended by my husband, and I know he was right; for jealousy is a sore evil-it benefits no one and makes multitudes miserable I suffered no loss when I took my husband's prick-which he promised to use for my special benefit-and with my own hand placed it in the cunt of another woman. In fact I gained instead of losing, for I attached my husband more firmly to myself.
As soon as I felt my husband's prick driven up to the root in Zilla's cunt I went behind him. Then, pressing his bottom with my naked belly, I began to push. The table I had provided moved freely on castors, and we three glided into the room just as Davy, recovering from the effects of his first emission, was standing up holding Jan in his arms with his prick still buried in her cunt while she clasped him round the neck and loins with her arms and legs.
They gave a shout of amazed delight when they saw us moving up to them as if we three, like themselves, were amalgamated into one body, and propelled in successive jerks by the energetic shoves delivered conjointly on Zilla's arse by my husband and myself.
"Well, Miss Jan, how do you like my husband's black tool?"
"Oh, Zilla," replied Jan. "it is grand. You are very good to spare him to me. I hope you are enjoying Mr.
Dick's prick yourself, and our dear Queenie is no doubt adding to your pleasure. I wish very much that she had somebody too."
"Oh, I am quite happy," I said, "watching and feeling all your cunts and bottoms and pricks."
But our sports were brought to an abrupt termination, for just then the night bell sounded with a sudden sharp ring, and Dick had nothing for it but to hastily dress and answer the door.
He found several men carrying a body on a stretcher, which proved to be that of Lord Ferrars, a young Englishman who had visited the island on his yacht. When returning on board that night he had fallen off the pier, hurt his head and been nearly drowned. His men thought the best thing they could do was to carry him at once to the house of the nearest doctor.
Dick had met this Lord Ferrars before, and rather liked him. So when he had examined him, bound up his head, and found nothing else much amiss with him, he dismissed his attendants and delivered him to my care. We placed him in bed in our best spare room, gave him a composing draught, and made him snug for the night.
Next morning he was much better and able to get up after breakfast. He was very grateful for my husband's attention, and gladly consented to remain with us until quite convalescent.
He proved to be a choice specimen of a young English nobleman, most accomplished and agreeable. From the very first he paid me the most marked attention, observing which, Dick said to me one day, "My love, you have gained another admirer, and if you care to have him I don't object. Ferrars is a good fellow, albeit rather fond of the ladies."
This kind of treatment by my husband made everything very pleasant, and events arose out of it which neither of us calculated on.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lord Ferrars
The assiduous attention which my husband paid to his professional duties kept him much away from home, and therefore the entertainment of Lord Ferrars chiefly revolved on me. Jan had returned to her mother for a while, and his lordship and I were thus left very much to ourselves.
He did not seem to regret this much, for he spared no pains to make his company acceptable to me. He even neglected his yacht so that he might more entirely devote himself to the enjoyment of my society.
My husband watched the progress of events with increasing interest. The idea of jealousy never entered his mind, nor had I the slightest thought of concealing anything from him. In fact he often asked me at night, when he was fondly playing with my cunt, or when lying on my breast after one of his delightful fucks, whether his lordship had yet made any advances or attempted any liberties. For some time I had to say, "No, with the exception of holding my hand and pressing it whenever he could."
"Ah, he is only waiting for a good opportunity," he would reply, "or perhaps he is trying to ingratiate himself more, and thus render his conquest more secure. I expect you will soon have something good to tell me; and what a grand fuck we shall have together when he has oiled the way and you are telling me all the details."
Accordingly, I never objected to walk with Lord Ferrars alone, but on the contrary offered him every facility. Still, for some unaccountable reason, he held back. Perhaps it was my apparent innocence and confiding simplicity that restrained him.
However, one day he asked me to join him in exploring the rocky summit of a neighbouring height. We drove as far as we could by road and then proceeded on foot to climb the steep ascent. Of course, in the more difficult places, his lordship had to show his gallantry by affording me his ready help, and he often found it necessary to put his arm around my waist. Once, when pushing me up a steep rock, he found it necessary to place his hands upon my bottom. He kept them there as long as possible and even managed to press his fingers into the furrow between my well-rounded buttocks. And I have no doubt he easily distinguished through my light dress the swelling fullness of the lips which pouted in that luxurious hollow. I involuntarily delayed my ascent, and separated my thighs so that we both got the full benefit of his electrifying touch.
When we sat down afterwards to rest on a grassy slope, he reclined at my feet. Putting his hand on my ankle, he praised my agility and said he could not help observing what a remarkably fine instep I had. I only laughed, and stretching out a foot I said I saw nothing remarkable about it.
He moved his hand a little higher up and said, with a most insinuating smile, "I am discovering fresh beauties! What a splendid calf you have Mrs. Harper! You should be a very good dancer, and I am sure you enjoy it very much."
"Yes, I am very fond of dancing, especially when I have an agreeable partner."
"How I would enjoy being your partner. You are so exquisitely formed. This leg is the very perfection of beauty-it might serve as a sculptor's model." While saying this his hand played about my knee; then he touched my thigh above the stocking.
"Stop, my lord, you are making a little too free!"
But his hand kept pushing on, and it felt hot and trembling.
"Oh! Stop! I do like you very much, but you know, my lord, I cannot permit such a liberty as that," and I tried to get up.
He placed his right arm round my waist, and in a moment his left hand was on my cunt. It thrilled at his touch. But to maintain appearances, I said, "My lord, take away your hand, you forget that I belong to another."
"I don't forget it, sweet Queenie, but after the wealth of love you lavish on my friend Dick he surely won't miss a small favour bestowed on me. Besides, you are just made for love. No one can come near you without getting under its influence! Extend a little of your kindness to me, if only for a moment. Open your lovely thighs, my sweet pet. There! I knew you would be too good to refuse. How deliciously you are made! What a delightful softness! What a ravishing warmth! Lean back a little-so!"
"Oh, my lord, you frighten me! I have yielded too much. It may be very pleasant for you, but it will be ruination to me."
"No, darling Queenie, you shall never regret your kindness to me. I will be so careful that no one will ever suspect anything has occurred between us."
He spread my thighs more open, lifted my dress and looked up between my legs. "Oh, how lovely you are. What a heavenly cunt! I have looked at and fondled many a cunt, but I never saw one so attractive as yours! Its full, pouting lips push out in such an inviting manner that they seem to beg for something nice to be put between them. Now, I have just what they want. Put your hand on it and place it yourself in your lovely cunt. There, my love, he seems to know the way. How sweetly he slides in. Oh, Queenie, how hot your cunt feels! Tell me, does it please your cunt? Do you like to feel it fucking you?"
"Oh, yes, my lord. Am I moving to your satisfaction?"
"You are, sweet little angel; but please drop the 'lord' and call me Freddy."
"All right, Freddy; now fuck away," I replied, shoving up my cunt to meet his thrusts.
He evidently had great experience in fucking. I never knew anyone fuck with such scientific deliberation. He made every stroke tell to the uttermost. He would slowly withdraw his prick until only the tip of the glans rested between the lips, and then, with equal deliberation, drive it slowly back, making its ridge press firmly against the upper creases of my vagina as it passed into my cunt. Then, when the whole length was enclosed and my belly seemed full of it. he would gently work it about from side to side, causing the big round head to rub deliciously on the sensitive mouth of my womb.
At last, panting with effort and emotion, he grunted, "Now, Queenie, now! Hold me tight; put both your hands on my bottom and squeeze the cheeks of my arse."
We both groaned with excess of pleasure, and my cunt tingled round his palpitating tool as the life blood darted from the opposite sources of delight in reciprocal streams of warm spunk.
He lay back to recover breath after his exertions, but when he saw me wiping my wet quim with my handkerchief he asked me to perform the same kind of office for him.
I willingly complied, and kneeling by his side, I took his softened and moistened prick in my hands and tenderly wiped it all round; then, stooping forward, I pressed my lips on its glowing tip. This position elevated my posterior and he proceeded at once to avail himself of it.
Throwing my dress over my back, he drew me towards him until my naked bum was almost opposite his face. Then, spreading my thighs, he tickled the lips of my cunny and my clitoris with his fingers; then, having moistened one of his fingers in my cunt, he pushed it into my arsehole.
I rather enjoyed this display of my posterior charms. Few women object to showing their bottoms to men whom they like, for they know the exciting effect it has upon them. They know that the arsehole is situated so close to the opening of the cunt that it is scarcely possible to look at one without seeing the other. The fact of their being placed side by side in the region consecrated to voluptuous enjoyment is, in itself, a clear intimation that nature intended them to share in those attentions which usually precede and lead up to the grand consummation itself. So, while I fondled his prick and moulded his balls, he played with the crannies and fissures of my arse and cunt.
Then, getting me to straddle directly over him, he made me stoop until my cunt rested on his mouth. All the lustful feelings of my nature now became strongly excited as I felt his warm breath blowing inside the hairs of my cunt and his pliant tongue winding round my clitoris and exploring the secret passage within. The titillation of his tongue so worked up the sensitiveness of my nature that the sluices of pleasure burst open, and I became conscious of that melting sensation which we women call spending but which, to clear up an erroneous idea amongst the stronger sex, I will explain is very different from the spouting flood which issues from the male organ.
"Oh, Freddie!" I cried, twisting my rump and wriggling it about in his grasp, "that's delightful! I'm coming!" Then, taking the head of his prick into my mouth, I sucked with all my force, and all the while moulding his balls with one hand and frigging his arse-hole with the other.
The usual effect quickly followed. He began to heave his loins up and down, driving his prick in and out of my mouth as if he was fucking it, and at last shot a torrent of spunk down my throat.
The ice was now thoroughly broken, so that between my husband at night and Lord Ferrars by day I had as much fucking as any woman could desire.
Dick seemed to love me better than ever, and no loving couple on their honeymoon ever enjoyed each other more fully than we did. Like the old governor, he seemed to have a special fancy for fucking me immediately after I had been fucked by another. He said my cunt felt even better, and that my whole body was springy, that I sucked in his prick with more gusto and fucked with more animation than at any other time.
Indeed, I was conscious of it myself; for the feel of a different prick in my cunt just after being fucked by another was to me specially enjoyable, and I could not help showing my pleasure by increased activity of my whole body and senses.
My husband would sometimes send me to Lord Ferrars in the early morning before anyone was stirring, with express instructions to hurry back to him as soon as his lordship had discharged in my cunt; and so entirely did he rise above the usual prejudice in these matters, that if the morning was dark he would even follow me to the door and stand there wrapped in his dressing gown to enjoy hearing his wife being fucked by another man. On such occasions I would leave the door open and make my lord talk of everything, so that Dick might follow each step of the pleasurable race.
But on one of these occasions an event happened which we did not expect. On reaching the bedside, while my husband stood outside the door, I slipped my hand under the clothes and felt about for his lordship's prick, saying, "Are you awake, Freddy? Where is your prick-I can only find your bollocks!"
"Here it is my pet, I have tucked it up in my shirt to keep it safe for you." And throwing down the bedclothes he added: "Get up here, and lie on your back and lift up your sweet little arse. That's the way I like to fuck you most. My prick gets further into your cunt and my bollocks press more luxuriously on your arsehole."
Then, getting between my thighs with my raised knees under his arms, he pressed the length of his prick along the slit of my cunt, telling me to put down my hand and pet it for a moment before he popped it in. So, taking it in my hands,-I rubbed it between the lips and over the clitoris as I said, "How strong and big your prick feels, Freddy! I am sure you were just longing for a fuck."
"I was, my love," he replied, then, pushing it in, he added: "and your cunt is perfection-it takes my prick and holds it with such a tenacious eagerness that it doubles the pleasures of fucking! How I envy Dick having such a cunt always at his command!"
"Well, I am sure you get enough of it; if you had more you would soon get tired of it."
"Never, my pet, I could not have too much of it," he said, moving slowly and evidently holding himself in check to prolong his enjoyment. "But what would my friend Dick have to say if he knew I was so favoured by his wife-I suppose he would turn me out?"
"I am not sure of that, Freddy. In the first place he likes you very much; secondly, he hasn't a spark of jealousy, he has too much good sense for that; and thirdly, he likes me to be happy and enjoy myself, even as I am doing now. Oh, Freddy, now pour it into me! Fill by belly with spunk! Push against my bottom! Ah ... Now I must go. I have already stayed too long, and you have had enough for a while. If you want more, come into my bathroom when I am up; so here's a kiss and goodbye for now."
Dick took me in his arms at the door, and fairly lifted me up as he hurried me off to bed, one of his hands all the while feeling my cunt and bottom.
"You did that beautifully, Queenie," he said, as he laid me on the bed. "I listened to every word and heard every movement. I could even hear the gurgling sound made by your cunt as his prick pushed in and out and the creak of the bed every time you heaved your bottom. I felt strongly tempted to creep in and put my hand under your bottom and feel your cunt while he was fucking it. Would you have been angry if I had?"
"Not in the least, dear. Lord Ferrars is a perfect gentleman and loves fucking as much as you do. I would not object, now your prick it fucking my cunt so delightfully, to having his lordship here and feeling his hands playing around my cunt and bottom. I think I would enjoy your fucking all the more. Is that you, Dick tickling my bottom and punching my cunt? Oh! It is someone else! Go on, it's delicious!"
"Is that you, Ferrars? You shall have her when I'm done."
"Thanks, Dick. I heard you outside my door and followed you here. You are a true friend, and you have the most lovable wife that ever man was blessed with!"
From that time onward I had a marvellous time between the two of them, and was seldom fucked by one without having the prick of the other in my hand, my mouth or up my arse.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The Middy
Knowing the dangers of attending satiety I invited Jan to stay with us again, both for her own gratficaton and as a diversion for Lord Ferrars and my husband. But before her arrival a strange event occurred which I will now proceed to relate.
Lord Ferrars was visited almost every day by a very handsome boy dressed in naval uniform, whom he called his Middy. He had beautiful violet eyes and a profusion of flaxen curls. He generally came in the morning and remained for some hours in Lord Ferrar's room, writing his letters and making up his accounts, as he told me. I took a fancy to the boy and often tried to get him to talk to me, but he seemed shy and evidently avoided meeting me as much as he could.
Lord Ferrars always spoke most kindly to him, and in every way treated him with marked consideration. When I questioned him concerning the youth, he told me he had picked him up at an English seaport, and as he could keep accounts and also understood the management of a yacht, he retained him in his service as an attendant companion.
This explanation did not quite satisfy me, and my curiosity becoming more aroused I decided to probe the matter and find out the true nature of the connection. Besides, I was piqued at the youth's indifference to myself. It was a new sensation for me to meet one of the other sex who appeared totally unaffected by my charms; and what increased the mystery was, that in spite of my admiration of his good looks there seemed some subtle influence that repelled us mutually. .
So, one day, getting my husband to keep Lord Ferrars out of the way about the time when the Middy usually called, I opened the door for him myself. Then, taking him into my boudoir, I closed and fastened the door. He seemed surprised, and sat down with great reluctance on the seat I offered him, looking around as if prepared to bolt at the first opportunity.
In order to set him more at ease I sat down beside him, and looking kindly at him, I said, "My young friend, I am so pleased with your constant attention to Lord Ferrars that I wish to know something more about yourself. First, tell me how old you are; then your name, and how you came to meet his lordship."
"I am seventeen years old, and my name is Francis Gipton. My mother kept a lodging house in Southampton, and Lord Ferrars used to stay with her when he remained on shore. He often took me out in his yacht, and finding me useful, he asked me to enter his service."
"You seem greatly attached to Lord Ferrars."
His eyes flashed as he quickly replied, "Why shouldn't I be? He is very good to me, and to my mother also. He is constantly sending her presents."
"I like you all the better for it. We are all fond of him here."
A look of scorn passed over his beautiful features as he said, "Yes, but you are a married lady. You have no right to be thinking of Lord Ferrars; you ought to be fond only of your own husband."
I was both surprised and amused at the earnestness of the boy and I thought: there is something underlying this. I must discover what it is. So I said in my kindest manner, "Why, Francis, you, need not be angry at all events. If you are so much attached to Lord Ferrars you ought to be pleased at our being fond of him; and we would like to be fond of you too," and I put my hand on his shoulder.
He drew back with a frightened air.
'Oh! Please don't trouble your head about me!"
"But I must, Francis. I like you very much," and tried to draw him towards me.
"Please let me go, Mrs. Harper. I really have duties which I must attend to."
He rose as if to go. But I held his arm with my right hand and passed my left down his front, and before he suspected my object I pressed it in between his thighs. As I expected, there was no appearance of what Shakespeare called his 'codpiece' there; all was smooth, with the exception of a rounded fullness which told me how luxuriously the want was supplied by a pair of pouting lips.
"Why, Francis, you have been deceiving us all-you are a girl," and I put my hand on her breasts to make sure.
"Oh! Mrs. Harper, what shall I do? If Lord Ferrars knows that you have found me out he will be terribly vexed. He will hate me, and perhaps leave me behind when he sails away," and she burst into tears.
"Don't cry, dear. I will see that he isn't angry with his little mistress. You are a brave girl. I admire you for your devotion to Lord Ferrars, and if you'll let me I will love you as a sister. You must conceal nothing from me. There must be candour on both sides, and then we shall be the best of friends. Let us begin by being mutually free with each other. Pet my cunny with your pretty little hand," I said lifting my dress, and I spread my thighs as she pushed her hand up to my moist quim. I then unbuttoned her trousers and opened them down the front. Inserting my fingers between the moist lips of her fat little quim, I asked, "Does Lord Ferrars fuck you often? And how does he like doing it most?"
"Almost every day, and sometimes oftener. In the daytime he is fond of having me seated on his lap; my trousers, as you can see, are made to open very far back, and he can get his prick into my cunt without letting them down. But at night he loves to have me stark naked, and then he fucks me in every imaginable way and position. But I think what he likes best is to have me lying on him, sucking his prick, while my cunt is on his mouth."
"I know the position qute well, it is a general favourite. Have you ever sucked a woman's cunt, Francis?"
"No, I've never had the opportunity, though I have often seen pictures of it; but I would willingly suck yours."
"Good! We will have a mutual suck by and by; the salty taste of a nice cunt like yours will, I'm sure, be very pleasant. But tell me, would you be very jealous if you saw Lord Ferrars fucking me?"
"No, not now that I know you. He cannot marry either of us. I once thought he might have married me." Here her beautiful eyes became suffuced with tears, '"but that" she added, checking herself "was, I suppose, a great presumption; yet it was a pleasant dream."
"Would you mind, dear Francis, telling me how his lordship first obtained the enjoyment of your favours?"
"Not in the least, Mrs. Harper, but remember, it is in strict confidence."
And she continued as follows:
"As I told you, his lordship used to lodge in my mother's house when staying at Southampton. I often waited on him. He was very kind and gentle in his manner to me, and gave me nice presents. I liked him and loved him. I was then only a silly child. I allowed him to hold my hand and kiss me. One evening we two were alone in the house. When I brought in his tea he took me in his arms and told me he loved me. and he called me his own Fanny. He kissed me, drew me on to his knee, and putting his hand down inside the front of my dress he felt my bosom.
"This did not alarm me, for I thought it was quite en regie for a lord to marry a pretty and innocent girl such as I was. Most of the novels I was in the habit of reading had some such circumstances for the plot; and then his manner was so seductive, and his touch so delightful, that I felt intoxicated by his love and unable to stop him as he went from one liberty to another until he had explored my cunt with his fingers.
"It was the first time that anybody had touched me there, and I felt as if my whole being we concentrated in that one spot. My cunt thrilled as he rubbed the clitoris; but when he pushed his fingers up the narrow passage, I exclaimed, 'Oh, my lord, what are you doing with me? I never felt like this before," and I wriggled my bottom; for the lower part of my belly and all between my thighs tingled with voluptuous heat mingled with pain.
"'Does my finger hurt you, darling?' he asked.
"'It does, my lord, but I like it," I replied, spreading my thighs, 'only it makes me feel so queer."
"'Ah. I have something here that will suit it better. Look at this little plaything. Put your hand on it, darling. Doesn't it feel nice?'
"'It does, my lord."
"'Move it up and down like this-it makes it grow larger. See how it holds up its head! Do you know what it is for?'
"'No, my lord. I have never seen anything like it before! What is it for?'
"'It is made to go in here where my finger is."
"Oh, it couldn't go in there-it's too big!'
"'Yes, it will; let me try. Lean back and spread your thighs as much as you can. Now lift your little bottom-that's a good girl."
"I allowed him to place me as he wished, with my cunt exposed in the boldest manner before him. Then, as he rubbed the head of his prick up and down the slit, I cried, 'Oh, my lord, that's lovely; you may do anything you like to me!'
"'Well, my darling, I am going to push it in very gently; it may give you a little pain at first, but once it gets in you will have nothing but most delighful pleasure."
"I then felt him pushing the head of his prick against the lips at the sensitive opening of my slit. Something stopped it there, and he gave a sudden thrust.
"'Oh! it hurts! But go on-oh! How it smarts!'
"it's in, darling," he said, as I felt his balls press hard against my bottom. 'You are a brave girl, my little pet, you bore that splendidly. My prick is altogether inside, and your cunt is squeezing it delightfully. I will now move it in and out and fuck you. There! isn't that nice?'
"'Yes, it is; but I don't know what is going to happen. I feel a queer sensation all over," I said, as I dissolved away. He then strained me in his arms and poured his spunk in my belly. And that was my first fuck."
"Why Francis, you have told that in the most charming way. You know what love is-you were born for it. And now let us have a little taste of tribadism together. But first let me have a good look a your little cunt. I am sure its lips must be watering after all this talk," and I made her lie back and uncovered all her smooth white belly.
"Open, dear, spread open the book of your secret charms. Lord Ferrars made a wise choice in you, Francis, for here is a cunt in perfection, and plenty of it. People say that little women have the largest cunts, but I never saw one which could excel yours. Your light hair, too, enables one to see more of its luxurious-shape and the extreme whiteness of your skin sets off the beauty of its most lascivious lips, which look as if they were going to speak of pricks and fucking; and this clitoris shines like a piece of senstitive coral, while the crimson furrow seems the very avenue of bliss! And how moist it is. and how extremely hot inside! It makes me wish I were a man and had a prick to satisfy its cravings. However, I will do what I can with, my mouth and tongue," and stooping down I kissed and sucked the pouting lips.
"Dear Mrs. Harper, it is your sweetness that makes you praise my little cunny, for I am sure your own is much nicer. Won't you get over me and let me have a suck, too?"
"I will, my pet, but not just now. Let us take a bath together, and when we are quite naked we can enjoy one another with more satisfaction. Go in there. I want to give directions to the servants so that we may not be disturbed. Meanwhile you can undress. I will be with you in a minute."
I then ran to the surgery where with my usual good fortune, I met Dick and Freddy, who had just come in.
"So, my lord, I have found you out. Your pretty little Middy turns out to be your mistress. I commend your taste, too, for she is a charming little miss."
"Well, Queenie, I knew it would happen sooner or later; but how did the little pet take the discovery?"
"Oh, she shed tears enough at first, but she brightened up when I promised to love her myself and make it all right with you. You will have to be kind and indulgent, and then, if you do not object she will make a very pleasant addition to our social party."
"That is just what I was planning in my mind; you have only anticipated me, my dear Queenie. I meant to offer her as a tit-bit to Dick, as a small return for his kindness in allowing me to freely frig, fuck and suck his beautiful wife."
"Good! As for you, Dick, I promise you a treat. She has the most charming love-trap I ever saw! She is now in my bathroom undressing. I am going back to her in a few minutes, and if you and Freddy care to witness a little love play between two women you are welcome."
They were both delighted with my suggestion and went off to my husband's dressing room which opened into my bathroom by a concealed door, and by means of which anyone in either room could hear and see all that passed in the other.
Meanwhile I gave instructions to the servants not to admit visitors nor allow us to be disturbed; and then I hastened to rejoin Francis. I found her undressed, with the exception of her chemise. She blushed when I helped to take it off so that the lovely girl stood there in all her naked beauty. Her shapely limbs, so smooth and glossy, shone like alabaster; her delicious body spread itself like a voluptuous plain between the firm, strawberry-tipped breasts and the rising mound sacred to Venus. And the mount itself, covered but not obscured by light silky hair, had below it two remarkably full and sensuous lips, as it curved down between her swelling thighs; while the innerlying furrow gleamed as a crimson streak, at the upper end of which the rosy clitoris protruded its tiny head.
I noticed these particulars as she stood before me helping to remove my clothes. When all was ready, we entered the bath together and then commenced a scene of love play which must have displayed in fullest perfection whatever beauty of feminine charm we possessed.
The invigorating effect of the bath, joined with the lascivious ideas produced by the touch and view of our naked bodies, threw us both into a state of extreme amorous excitement. So when we came out and had dried one another-with particular attention to our cunts and bottoms-I led her to the divan and told her to lie upon it. Then, as I knelt over her with my head between her raised thighs, she pulled me down until my cunt rested on her mouth. Then the mutual sucking of our lips and the attractive penetration of our tongues caused us to jerk and twist our bodies in all the throes of voluptuous enjoyment.
We rolled over and over, alternately taking the upper side and all the while tightly enfolded in each other's arms, until at last a copious spend subdued us down.
Then, as we rested, I placed Francis so that her rosy quim was turned towards the concealed door and asked her to favour me with a full account of how she came to assume a man's attire, and of some adventures which she might have encountered while endeavouring to conceal her true sex; and I added, "And call me Queenie, like everybody else."
I give in the following chapter what she related of her adventures.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The Middy's Tale
"My dear Mrs. Harper, I will gladly call you Queenie, as you wish me to.
"After Lord Ferrars had taught me to know and enjoy the delights of love, I clung to him with all my heart. His image filled my soul and devotion to him became the guiding principle of my life. How I used to long for the friendly covering of the night, when I could steal unobserved into his room. How fast the happy hours speeded by as I lay encircled in his arms! How my fond and curious hand wandered over his manly frame and with, what delight I handled his noble prick and conducted it to love's retreat!
"He often lighted a number of candles so that he might view me naked. Then, with what pleasure I spread my thighs to let him see and examine all my secret charms. How willingly I turned and bent my body to let him view my cunt and bottom in different attitudes. I frigged my cunt; I frigged my arse; I piddled before him, and to please him I called it pissing. I contrived different ways of fucking, and invited him to push his prick into my cunt in the most outlandish positions I could imagine."
"Did he ever put his prick into your bottom?" I interrupted.
"Oh, yes, scores of time. But he liked me to call it arse, and to say 'Fuck my arse."
""Thus a few weeks passed away rapidly; and then I fancied he was growing tired of me, for he spoke of going to sea. I burst into tears and said he did not love me otherwise he could not think of going away and leaving me. He told me that his great desire was to have me with him, and that he had been planning how he could get me away without a commotion, and then provide for my security and comfort.
"He told me that he had a lady friend at Brighton, who would take charge of me at first and in whose house he could see me and enjoy me as much as ever. He was about to purchase a new yacht, and intended to engage a different crew who would not recognise me. Then he suggested my assuming a man's attire and sailing with him as a middy.
"I hesitated about the male costume, but as it seemed the only feasible plan I consented. So, Lord Ferrars got his friend, Mrs. Simpson, to write to my mother inviting me to pass some time with her, and offering to complete my education. My mother was highly pleased, and thus everything was satisfactorily arranged.
"Lord Ferrars started for London and in due course I arrived at Brighton and was met at the coach house by a smart young lady, who introduced herself as Miss Anna Simpson, the youngest daughter of Lord Ferrars' friend. We took a cab, and very shortly arrived at a quiet house in a retired street where I was cordially received by Mrs. Simpson and another young lady. I did not fancy them much, for they seemed a good deal over-dressed and not very refined in manners. However, they were Lord Ferrars' friends, and that was enough for me.
"Mrs. Simpson told me that she had received instructions from his lordship to provide me with a middy's unform something like that of the Royal Navy. Then she handed me a letter from him in which he stated that he was detained in London but would rejoin me at Brighton as soon as possible; meanwhile I was to make myself at home, call for all I wanted, and enjoy myself in every way I could.
"Anna took me to my room and told me that they all knew about my connection with Lord Ferrars; but she said that was nothing uncommon, for nearly all the girls of her acquaintance had gentlemen friends whom they specially liked and whom they often favoured by yielding to their wishes.
"While saying this she was trying to get her hand up under my petticoats.
"'Why do you push my hand away?' she asked. 'Come, dear, don't be over-modest; I know very well that your little cunny is well used to being petted and looked at! There, let me see it. Now I must have a kiss; open your thighs-open more. Oh, how nice you are! No wonder Lord Ferrars is so fond of you! Do you know we often have gentlemen to supper and there's plenty of drink, and then we have no end of fun. They love to lark about with us and see our titties-and our cunts and bottoms too; we retaliate by pulling out their lopping pricks and dangling balls, and then our cunts get crammed with prick in no time. We expect such a party tonight; will you join us and share in the fun?'
"
"Oh, no, Anna. I wouldn't allow any man to touch me there except Lord Ferrars. How could you let any man do things like that unless you loved him?"
"'My dear Francis, what a child you are! The way to enjoy life is to be free with everyone who treats you well and pays you well. There are two more of us in this hous; we find it convenient to live with Mrs. Simpson, for she is respectable, takes good care of us, manages all our business, and on the whole treats us fairly. We all like her and call her mother, though none of us are really related to her. You will only be with us for a day or two; but my advice is, do not make yourself singular; enjoy life while you can. Depend on it, Lord Ferrars won't think the worse of you. He knows this house and the company one may expect to meet in it, for he has often been here himself. More than once I have had him for a whole night in my arms, and I can tell you he wasn't idle there! What do you say to that? So make your mind easy on his account. Most of the gentlemen keep mistresses, more than that, many of them like now and then to change with one another, for the sake of variety."
"This extraordoinary revelation took be aback. An uneasy sensation crept over me as, for the first time I realized my position. I threw myself on the bed and sobbed aloud. Anna seemed to pity me. She put her arms around me and whispered. 'Don't fret, dear. These things are perhaps strange to you, but nobody will harm you. You can do just as you please while you are here. Lord Ferrars warned us to treat you with every consideration, and to make you as happy as we could. He is very fond of you. So dry your tears and come with me; I will show you some things that will amuse you and drive away those melancholy thoughts. We have a habit here of bringing our gentlemen visitors to our own rooms where we can have them all to ourselves. But Mrs. Simpson has made spy-holes for viewing all that passes in each apartment. We all know this very well, and none of us mind having prying eyes watching us fucking with our lovers. In fact, I enjoy a good fuck ten times better when I know that other eyes are watching.
"But perhaps, dear Queenie, I am boring you with my long recital and you don't want to hear what Anna took me to see?"
"On the contrary, I am deeply interested; in fact, you are giving me as much pleasure, darling Francis that my cunt is almost on the flow. So if you care for a suck, now's the time."
"Here I am then dearest Queenie. Draw up your legs and let me get my hands under your bottom, so that I can push my mouth well in between the moist lips."
I so managed it that as she buried her face between my drawn-up thighs her beautiful arse remained in full view through the aperture in the concealed door. This opening, though large, was covered by a tall mirror and could be moved on a sliding frame. As I looked towards it. I saw the glass noiselessly pushed to one side and the glowing head of a goodly-sized prick appear through it.
They told me afterwards that it was my husband's prick but held in the hand of Lord Ferrars. They had taken off their coats and waistcoats on account of the heat, and both stood close together intently watching us through the aperture. The exposure of our charms, and. above all. our randy talk, had excited them to the highest degree, and as their pricks became ungovernable they had to unfasten their trousers and slip them down. Then Lord Ferrars' hand found its way round Dick and took hold of his prick; and as he pressed against his naked bottom while looking over his shoulder at the exciting scene in the bathroom, his lordship's prick struggled hard to find a ledgement. What happened after that they did not say, but I fancy he succeeded.
Meanwhile Francis, in the most randy manner, wriggled her arse as she drew from me the soft effusion; at the same time I observed a gush of milky fluid spurt from the hole at the top of my husband's pleasure tube, while Lord Ferrars gave a suppressed grunt of delight.
The looking-glass was then moved back nearly to its place, and Francis and I settled ourselves on the sofa. I made her lean back with her cunt and arse well on view; she then put her hand on my cunt and continued her narrative:
"Anna first took me to a closet adjoining a room which she told me was occupied by a girl named Ellen who was considered the beauty of the party. A short time before my arrival her favourite lover, the rich old Marquis of L....had come to pay her a visit, so we might expect to see them together.
"The peephole was over a couch, so that spyers could recline as they watched what was going on inside. Anna and I lay along the couch, and telling me to look through the hole, she raised my dress behind so that she could rub her naked belly and cunt against my bottom.
"Looking in I saw that Ellen, with the exception of her silk stockings and laced sandals, was perfectly naked. Her black hair was down and flowing over her polished shoulders, and her smooth bottom, under which could be seen the pouting lips of her cunt, was turned towards me as she stooped forward in the act of sponging with water the languid tool of the most noble Marquis, who was seated astride a bidet.
"When she had carefully wiped it, he stood up while she remained on her knees, so that she might told it to her mouth. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could, while she worked his balls with one hand and tickled his bottom with the other.
"Meanwhile Anna had got her hand on my cunt, and she was now rubbing her cunt against my bottom.
"'What are they doing new? Tell me everything you see," she whispered.
"'She is petting the prick of the old Marquis and trying to put some life into it; but I don't know if she will succeed."
"'She will. She is an adept at this kind of work. She is famous for it and that's why he goes to her. How is she getting on, and what is the prick like now?'
"'It has grown bigger and stronger; she has taken it out of her mouth. Now they are going to bed. She has thrown herself on to her back and is spreading her thighs before him while he pushes a pillow under her bottom."
"Then we heard her saying: 'Now my lord, you have the choice of my cunt or my arsehole. You prefer the cunt? Then put some spittle on the head of your prick and drive it in."
"Anna's movements now became very energetic. She screwed herself against my bottom and worked her fingers in and out of my cunt, muttering:
""No doubt you prefer a prick in your cunt to my finger; or perhaps you would like it better here," inserting another finger in my bottom-hole, 'to fuck your arse; or best of all to have both together, two pricks fucking arse and cunt at one and the same time!'
"'Oh, Anna, you are driving me wild! Oh! Oh! You have made me spend!'
"'So I perceive. You have given down a lot. You're a real little devil at spending! Now, there is nothing more to see here, so I will show you another scene."
"She then took me to the room of a girl named Sarah, whom she described as the fat girl of the house. She said that younger men fancied her, for she was as strong as Diana herself. We found the same arrangement as before; but this time Anna applied her eye to the peephole and I rubbed against her bottom from behind.
"'Keep your finger in my cunt and rub your belly against my bottom, and I will describe for you all that I see. Sarah has two gallants with her this time, and all are stark naked. She is now seated on the lap of one. I am not sure whether his prick is in her cunt or her bottom, but it looks too far back for her cunt. She is wriggling her bottom so as to rub her fat buttocks against his belly while he presses and moulds her voluminous breasts. The other man stands by her side. She has one hand on his bollocks, while the other hand holds the root of his prick and directs its head to her mouth. I am sure he is enjoying his share of the transaction, for his eyes look as if they are about to start out of his head. Pinch my clitoris, Fanny! Frig my cunt! That's right," she continued. 'Now one of the men lies along the couch. She straddles over him. She has managed to stuff his prick into her cunt. Now she is quiet, with her large, fat arse jutting out. Her pink bottom-hole looks quite ready and prepared for an assault-and she will not be disappointed, for the other fellow is getting ready; he is annointing his tool and the wrinkled passage he intends to explore. How easily it slips in! How pleasant it must be to feel his belly rubbing against her soft, quivering buttocks! But with what energy she now frigs up and down! How they are all working together. Oh! Frig me, Fanny! Put your finger in my arsehole and tickle it well-I'm coming!'
"I really felt I had had enough, but this girl Anna seemed insatiable and hurried me off to another place of observation. This was the best bedroom in the establishment-that of Mrs. Simpson herself.
"This lady, who, despite her vulgarity, was much patronised by the aristocracy, laid herself out to humour and gratify all their peculiar whims and fancies. Among other modes of pandering to the tastes of her numerous customers was the supplying of young girls just entering their teens, when their cunts were sufficiently developed to take in a good-sized prick but not yet shaded or obscured by hair. In this matter, she had specially in view one of the most distinguished of her visitors, a nobleman who had for many years been an ambassador to the Grand Porte at Constantinople.
"He had there made the acquaintance of Circassian ladies, well trained and accomplished in the art of love, thought ignorant in everything else. Following the example of the opulent Turks, he secured through Mrs. Simpson a sort of harem in her house for his gratification. The girls intended for ministering to his delight, knowing the gratification it was to their lord to kiss the lips of their quims. made it a regular practice to pull out every hair as it grew so as to render the whole surface as smooth as they could continue to make.
"And, indeed, Queenie, I too, have sometimes thought what a pity it is that our cunts are so covered up! The hair indeed grows so that it never prevents a good prick rinding its way in; but for all that, I cannot but think that it would be much nicer if that part of us were as smooth and glossy as our cheeks and lips; it would be more pleasant, too, to handle them if they were free from the rough and tangled hair which hides them from view and obscures whatever beauty of form they might possess!"
"Well, my dear, what you say is very true but nature evidently intended us to go naked, for it was in that condition the first woman was presented to the first man. Now, if our cunts had no natural covering, the effect of their free exposure would be so exciting to me that they would think of nothing else."
Our ideas and arguments to tickled the fancies of our unseen observers that they both laughed aloud. Francis look aghast.
"Oh, Queenie, what is that? Somebody is watching us; have you peepholes here, too?"
Observing me smile, she said: "Why didn't you tell me? Who is it. Queenie? Oh, tell me; who has been listening?"
She was cut short by the opening of the door and the sudden entrance of Lord Ferrars and Dick, clad only in their shirts.
"We have intruded, dearest Queenie, and best loved Francis," said Lord Ferrars, in his graceful manner, "not only to answer for ourselves but to beg your kind permission to take part in this most delightful conference."
I smiled a welcome, but Francis only threw herself into my arms and buried her face in my bosom, exclaiming, in a voice broken by sobs, "Oh, Queenie, why didn't you tell me they were listening. I have spoken very foolishly and said many things I should never have done."
"Make your mind easy my sweet little pet," replied Lord Ferrars, putting her on his knee as he sat down by my side. "You did not utter one word that could offend me but a great many that proved how good and trustworthy you are. In every truth, I have never loved you more than at this moment. And now that our secret is found out, I am all the better pleased. Our noble-hearted friends here will love you, and you must do all you can to make them happy."
"That we will, dear Francis. And now let me introduce you to my husband He has not seen you in your present costume until now, and I perceive he is admiring you all over. Give him your hand, my pet."
She looked at Lord Ferrars as if for direction.
"Give it to him," he said, "and not only your hand, my love, but every other favour it is your power to bestow, for he is worthy of it-be is my best and most trusted friend."
She laid her hand in a coy manner on my husband's outstretched palm, and as he took hold of it he drew her gently towards him. She gave one wishful glance at Lord Ferrars as she slipped off his knee and yielded to Dick's embraces; but as his lordship nodded, approvingly when he saw his friend's hand gliding towards her cunt while at the same instant his own hand found a resting place between my thighs, she turned to him with a bright expression on her face and said, "He tells me to love you, Mr. Harper, and I do, for you have always been very kind to me."
Dick enfolded her in his arms as he replied, "My sweet Francis, I have always loved you for my friend's sake; now I love you for your own. But don't call me Mr. Harper any more, call be Dick; and now, my pet, we want you to please us by continuing your interesting narrative which we somewhat rudely interrupted."
"But I am sure his lordship is bored by all this talk of mine."
"On the contrary, dearest Francis. I join heartily with my friend Dick in requesting you to give as complete a narrative as you can of all your adventures. You have already told me many of them, but I would gladly hear them again in a more connected form. I know that you have been forced on several occasions to comply with the wishes of others; but, as I have often said, instead of making me love you less, I love and want you all the more. Your dear little cunt is so beautifully made that the more often it is used the more capable it is of giving the highest delight to every one who has the happiness of entering it."
"My lord, you are always kind and good. I will do the best I can to please you and these dear friends. So, to continue:
"Anna told me that being Mrs. Simpson's favourite she was the only one beside herself who was permitted to keep the key which' opened the doors of these closets, and as the mother was specially particular about this one she warned me to avoid speaking or making any noise whatsoever.
"As soon as my eyes became accustomed to the opening, which was more carefully hidden than the others.
I perceived a fine looking man negligently reclining on a broad sofa, which was plentifully furnished with soft cushions. He had nothing on but a silk dressing gown and slippers. Mrs. Simpson sat between his widely separated legs. She was fondling his prick with her hands. It seemed to be of the ordinary size, but was remarkable for the whiteness of its enfolding skin and the bright carnation tint of its glossy head. It looked soft, however, and could not stand without support. This want of stiffness she was trying to remedy by her skilful manipulation.
"But she did not trust alone to the action of her hands, for she had with her two young girls. One of these, called Haidee. was a well-formed girl of about fourteen whose cunt was fully developed but as yet unobscured by any trace of hair. This girl was seated in front of them with what little dress she had on tucked up about her waist. The other. Flora, was standing close by. Mrs. Simpson said to her. 'Come here, my pet, and sit on the arm of the sofa so that his lordship may fondle and kiss your sweet little quim."
"Flora, though younger still, was a lovely girl. She sprang on to thcsofa, and presenting her soft little cunny to his face she asked how his lordship would like to play with her.
"'Sit on the arm of the sofa and place your legs on my shoulders."
"Then he plunged his face between her thighs and sucked vigorously at the voluptuous furrow, drawing all the soft parts into his open mouth, while she put her hands on his head and played with the locks of his hair as she twisted her peach-like bottom in the most lascivious manner.
"Mrs. Simpson now redoubled her efforts to invigorate his lordship's tool, until it gradually stiffened and began to stand erect. She then asked if he would like Haidee to mount across his loins and receive his prick into her cunt while he still amused himself with the charms of the younger girl. He lazily consented and stretched himself along the sofa, drawing Flora down until her bottom rested on his face.
"Haidee then knelt over him and soon engulfed his lordship's yielding tool in her lascivious young gap. This being accomplished, she placed her hands on Flora's shoulders and worked her body slowly up and down. Meanwhile Flora was not idle; for with active loins she rubbed her moist and savoury cunt all over his lordship's mouth and nose.
"'Haidee, it is wonderful! Your cunt seems actually alive! I feel it biting and pinching my prick all round!' cried his lordship, as he reached the end of his tether.
"He arched his body under Haidee, and drawing Mrs. Simpson to his side he rammed the fingers of one hand into her capacious quim. while with the other he pinched Haidee's quivering arse until he made her bound again with a cry of mingled pain and pleasure.
"We then beat a hasty retreat, and returned to my apartment.
"My dear lord arrived in the evening, and we passed a happy night together."
