Anonymous

The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.1

CHAPTER 1

First Experiences

My father possessed a large and flourishing estate on one of the West Indian islands before the emancipation of the slaves.

My baptismal name is Charlotte, but from the fancied likeness to a picture of the English queen of the name, my father called me Queenie, which pet name has clung to me ever since.

The first event of any importance in connection with my subject which I can remember occurred when I was about ten years old. I had then a black nurse called Dora, in whose charge I was especially 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 as white as a European, and that I greatly resembled her.

My father was king 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, he said, as it made me laugh and look merry; but one evening after his second glass he placed me astride his lap with my back towards him and my dress pulled up, that he might feel the warmth of my bottom there. I laughed and thought it funny and 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 against my slit in such a way as even then to cause such a strange tingling there that I told my nurse of it when she was putting me to bed. She laughed and said massa 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 you mind, missy, you'll know time enough.'

'Tell me now, nurse, you know I am past ten and the other day, when you were wiping me after the bath and were looking in between my legs, you said that I was grown quite a little woman; look 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're indeed a large and well-made girl for your years and your mama did enjoy a rubbing there more than anyone I ever saw and, unless I am very much mistaken, you will be just the same,' then stooping down, she put mer hands under my bottom and raised me up and plunging her face between my thighs began to kiss the lips and lick around 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, that is so nice!'

A thrill of pleasure passed through me, then feeling tired and heavy I closed 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 afterwards. She sometimes used it for our own tea. It was nice and pleasant to drink but always made me sleep heavily after taking it.

She had steeped some that evening and filled my cup, but as it tasted more pungent then usual, my stomach turned against it and when she was not looking I poured it into the 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 awoke after only 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 the excitement in my slit still continuing, I involuntarily put my hand to it and felt its smooth lips and the little slippery lump between. Then I rubbed with my finger the little 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 in, wind up the spring and put all the hidden machinery into motion; but my eyes were partially opened, my curiosity aroused and many things I had heard and witnessed recurred to my memory with a startling significance unknown before. 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 to the window arrested my attention.

Nurse sat up and softly asked, 'Is that you, Dandy?'

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 recognised one of the assistant 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 mighty hug; on being released he turned towards me and asked, 'Is she fast asleep? Might I look at her little cunny?" 'You might, for I gave it to her strong last evening.'

He came softly to the side of my bed, and lifting the clothes, pushed his hand between my thighs. I pretended to be asleep though at first I found it very hard to remain still for his fingers tickled me, but he quickly aroused the sensation of pleasure I had felt before, and that made me firm as a rock. He them pulled down the clothes and opening my legs said, 'What a fair 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,' and she related what I had told her.

'I would not put it past him for he is the greatest man for women I ever met. 'Does he often come to you, Dora?'

'Yes, he does; he takes a turn when he wants a black cunt for a change.'

'And you give him enough of it too, Dora?'

'Why not,' said the nurse as she kissed the top of his red-headed tool 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 Dandy 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 declare she is fit to be fucked,' he said 'although there is not the slightest sign of hair on her mount yet. See the whole of my finger goes in without waking her.'

'So I see, but don't meddle further with her now; come here and I'll finish you off, then go to bed like a good fellow.'

Still holding him by the pego, she drew him towards her bed and sat down on the edge with him standing between her legs. He put his hands under her thighs and tilted her back. She at once spread herself like and open book, giving me a clear view of her enormous gap.

The outsides of the great fat lips ere dark and covered with black, woolly hair, but the inside was flaming red and seemed to be brimming over with unctuous juice.

'Let me put it in, Dandy!' she said as she directed with her hand the glowing head of his now rampant tool into what seemed to me 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, driving her nails into his quivering flesh, 'send home your prick and fuck me like a man.'

Dandy, bending to his work, was not slow in obeying her command and fucked with such fury that the whole room shook with the vigour of his strokes. Then his job being done and having lain on her 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 that same time I had become as knowing and suspicious as one of long experience in the ways of me.

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 ere chiefly novels of light description and such books of poetry such as Don Juan, Tommy Little and Burns; all these I now read with renewed interest and enlightened comprehension of the meaning of the numerous hints and allusions.

But my attention was especially directed to the living characters with whom I mingled in daily life and the strange events which were continually occurring around me which were so highly calculated both to 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 comparative innocence so long is to marvel at now.

My father was a man of robust health and unbridled passion; he had absolute control over a large number and variety of women; and as he was generous in conduct and had a most winning manner and address, they were only too ready to gratify him in every want that he desired.

Nor was he selfish in his pleasures, for he allowed his overseers – and he had several, mostly European – to enjoy the same licence he claimed for himself; so that, in a word, unbounded 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 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 started his old tricks of running his hand under my petticoats.

'Where are you putting your hand? I have no pocket there for guavas or nuts.'

'No, but you have a sweet little flower which I would very much like to see and unfold.'

'What nonsense you talk. How do you know that I have a flower or anything else there?'

'Oh, I know very well. I was watching my sister who is about your age taking her bath the other morning and she had the prettiest little mouth between her legs that I ever saw.'

'And what have you got there yourself, Master Dick?'

'Oh, I will show it to you, Queenie, there it is, won't you take it in your hand?'

'No, I'd be sorry to touch the ugly little thing' – all the time, however, looking at it with fixed attention.

'Why do you call it ugly – you just men 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 would like to say; but anyway, I will tell you: it is just made to go into the mouth between your legs – ah, 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 between my legs.

He pinched my clitoris and his fingers rubbed 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 then sparkled. How he kissed its lops and thrust in his tongue. He was leaning over me on one side and somehow my hand strayed up his thigh. His trousers were open and I took hold of his prick, it stiffened up as my fingers closed up around it. He seemed greatly pleased and lifting himself up, he pushed it forward for a closer inspection. He showed he how to frig it, as he called the moving of its loose skin up and down, and with a gratified air watched the operation.

He gradually moved his prick towards my mouth then asked me to kiss it. I put its head to my lips and rubbed it to my nose. It had a slight and peculiar smell, which to me 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 its stones and told me to feel them and then pushed my hand until my fingers reached the round hole in his bottom.

Dick was in fact, quite a little European and, young as he was, he had seen and even participated in many of the various modes of sexual enjoyment.

'Queenie, you are a brick, you know how to please a fellow and you have a lovely cunt; now let us have perfect confidence in one another; we shall have great fun and I shall tell you all sorts of queer things; do you agree?'

'Yes, Dick, you are a good, clever boy and I am very fond or you,' and we sealed our bargain with a kiss.

'Queenie, you shall be my true 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 now holding in your hand and petting so nicely?'

'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 lay back, spread my thighs and putting down my hand, tried to open my cunt as much as I could, while he knelt between my legs and pressed the head of his tool against the opening. He pushed and worked away and I heaved up and helped by every means in my power, but all in vain, 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 that it is meant to go in there at all?'

'Why, I have seen it go in many a time; shall I tell you what I saw only last week?'

'Do, Dick, I would like above all things to hear it.'

'You know, old Snigger keeps the plantation cat, and flogs the slaves when they are sent to him with a note from my father. Last week our Sally was lazy an impudent and he resolved to giver her a lesson by sending her to Snigger. So he wrote; "Give this girl a round dozen to teach her better manners," and sent the note with her. I knew what was in the note and why she was sent. So I followed quietly after her 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, Sally, and if you are good and quiet, I won't hurt you much." 'He then tied her hands and placed her leaning over a bean so that her bottom was well cocked up. Then he raised her petticoat and flung it over her head and shoulders, and putting his hands between her legs, forced them wide apart – at which she squealed out and threatened all sorts of things.

'"Very well," he said, "if you won't be quiet you must only suffer for it,' and bringing down the cat he gave her a smart cut across her naked posteriors.

'She jumped and gave a yell.

'"All right," he said, giving her another, "now perhaps you will be 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, Sally," he said, rubbing his hands between her fat thighs, spreading them further apart and gazing up at her cunt. He then loosened his pants and brought out his tool. You would have wondered at the big prick the old fellow has. He made it wag its great purple top as he shook it in his hand. Then holding her by the hips, he drove it at her cunt.

But when she felt it between her lips she cried, "Stop, you mustn't do that." '"You want another taste of the cat, my lady?" he said, drawing back and giving her a lash.

'"Oh, Mr. Snigger, don't whip me any more and I'll let you do anything you please." '"Now, you speak like a sensible girl," he said, coming close again. He opened the glowing lips of her cunt, inserted the head of his prick and pushed it slowly up. As it disappeared, he leaned on her back and put his hands under her belly, 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; and as soon as he began to fuck with regular back and forward thrusts, she pointed her 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, maybe you won't catch it, that's all." She knew that was no idle threat, so she let him kiss her and then went quietly away.

'Would you have liked to see that, Queenie?'

'Oh, dear yes, almost every day.'

'I will tell you the next time and we can go together. Won't it be fun?'

I promised to go with him and after some more handling, looking and kissing, he departed.

CHAPTER 2

My Strange Dream

The next time my father sent for me after dinner, I made and excuse for not going, as my newly awakened feelings caused me to shrink from him now. But that same night, nurse made some of he peculiar tea. I tried to avoid drinking it, but she pressed it so strongly upon me that I could not help taking some. Soon afterwards, I fell into a heavy sleep and out of that for some cause or other, I passed into a curious state of half-consciousness and either saw or dreamed that papa was in our room lying on nurse's naked body. Then I seemed to be carried over and laid on my back by her side, in such a way that he could see and kiss my cunny as he worked his bottom up and down over her. All this time I was quite powerless and totally unable to move or speak, though I had a dreamy perception of all that was going on.

Nurse then got over him with her bottom towards her face, her breast, resting on his belly and her hand between his raised thighs. After a while she said, 'Hah, I have got him into life again; what shall we do with him now?'

'Could we get him into Queenie?'

'Isn't she too young as yet, it would hurt her I fear.'

'She is going on eleven and I have often fucked girls as young as she is, for in this country, as you know, girls mature very early. We will grease her little crack and this poor fellow not being over-strong, will not hurt her too much.'

She then brought cold cream and anointed my cunt, while he worked his finger in and out and at last forced up two together; then he got nurse to go down on all fours on the bed and placing me on her back, held up my legs and knelt between them. After working his tool a few times in her receptacle, he put its well moistened head in my little chink and holding me firm by the shoulders, gradually forced it in. I felt a dull sensation of pain as it entered and passed up, yet I could neither stir nor cry out' but when it was all inside, it seemed to fill me with warmth and satisfaction. I heard nurse asking if he got it in. 'Oh, yes, easily,' he replied, as 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 as I clung round him with my arms and legs.

He soon laid me in my bed and I was conscious of nothing 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 ensanguined spots, 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; but they also had other functions to discharge, which I now began to find out about and understand. I soon learned, moreover, that all the planters round whether married or single were similarly supplied and that they were not thought any the worse for it as it was the universal custom.

My father, being the wealthiest among them, only carried on matters on a grander scale. When he invited his friends to diner – and he never had any but gentleman'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 rolled off to bed together.

I heard all this from a pretty slave named Zilla, whom papa 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 fucked so delightfully that the girls were always contending who should go to him at night; and that he loved to have his prick petted and sucked. While telling me these things, she kept on 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 often.

'As often as I get the chance,' she replied.

'But are you not too young – would it not hurt you to have such a big thing pushed up into your belly?'

'Not in the least, missy, I was not nearly so tall as you when I was first fucked. Put your finger in and feel how open I am now.'

To my surprise her cunt admitted three or even four fingers with the greatest of ease.

'You are much more open than I am. Now tell me, do you find fucking so very pleasant as they say?'

'Oh, yes, it is grand. There is nothing like it in the world. How you would enjoy it, missy. An if you only saw two people fucking, you would never rest until you were fucked yourself.'

'At all events, I would like very much to see how it is done; could you not contrive, Zilla, to let yourself be fucked while I was looking on – of course, concealed.'

'Well, missy, if it would gratify you, I think I could manage it safely and pleasantly. But first I want to show you something; massa is not 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 a key. It contained sonly some broad couches, some very lascivious pictures on the walls and a tall roomy press. Several large mirrors were fixed on either side and a splendid chandelier hung from the ceiling.

'This is the place where massa and his friends hold their orgies,' Zilla said, 'but he will be alone this evening, I am told.' 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 would you think of hiding in it tonight – you would see all sorts of funny things and no one would know that you were here.'

'But what should I do if I was found out?'

'There would be but little chance of that; anyway I could disguise you, so that you would not be recognised 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 a dye 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 several others. You can tell nurse that you are going to pass the evening with your papa. Come here before he leaves the dining-room and I will settle you in the press and stay near it and take out any dresses that might 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 that 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 and boots. He threw himself on his back on the couch opposite the press, and saying he was tired, asked the girls to dance and play before him.

Two of them embraced and commenced waltzing about 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 rumps and pulling the hair of each other's cunts. They then lay over one another and pretended to fuck. Anon they kissed each other's cunts.

All this time, Zilla was 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 head, 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 other girls lay between his legs and lifting them up, pressing back his hams and thus got free access to his upturned bottom into which she thrust her tongue as far as she could. The other 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 the bell-rope and immediately the door opened and three lusty black fellows sprang in, perfectly naked, and began chasing the girls about the room. Sometimes they would catch them and flinging them down would feel and kiss their cunts and try to fuck them but they always managed to break away from them before they could finish.

Suddenly the girls disappeared, leaving the three men looking very foolish with their black pricks sticking up like ship's bowsprits before them. Then they too rushed out to hunt after the women; and soon one of them returned dragging one of the girls with him he laid her on a couch, turned her up and was into her in a moment. 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 only 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 slip in.'

I opened the door and she slipped in and clasping me in her arms pressed her naked body against mine. Immediately I felt a hand moving about my bottom and cunt and asked, 'Is that you, Zilla, squeezing my bottom?'

'Yes, dear, open your legs more – still more, now lean against me and poke out your behind, I want to play with it.'

'Oh, Zilla, that's not your hand – what are you pushing into me? Stop, it's hurting me. Oh, my Zilla, what do you mean? You are holding me for somebody to – what are you doing? You horrid man – Oh, Zilla, he is splitting me up.'

'Be quiet, missy, don't make so much noise or you will have the whole of them in on us.'

Meanwhile I felt what I knew was a large prick forced into y cunt from behind; while a pair of strong arms held me firmly round the waist and a hairy chin pressed on my shoulder. Zilla put her hand between my legs, chuckled and whispered, 'Now missy, you have it in and no mistake, right up into your maiden cunny; how does it feel – crammed with a fine prick. Oh, yes, wag your little bum, 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 darted 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 behind as the prick darted into my cunt.

Zilla, panting with excitement, kissed me and said: 'Darling missy, put down your hand 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 the prick and cunt were reeking moisture which made my fingers smell for hours after. Sambo speedily discharged and retired; so did my friend behind, who then passed 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 and I won't trust you again.'

'Forgive me darling missy, I only meant to give you a treat; you surely have not been hurt, nor really vexed. A good fuck never does any harm.'

I was soon in bed and fast asleep, for I was tired and exhausted. Next morning, however, after being refreshed by my bath, I was more inclined to laugh with Zilla over the matter; but I could not prevail on her to tell me who it was that came behind me in the press, though I had my suspicions.

I had now been twice fucked, 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 with a radiant face and told me that a lazy, impudent girl and two others were being sent to Snigger at four o'clock, by my father's directions; that he had got the 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 some a famous view of all that passed below could be had through the loose boarding in the floor. 'So clap on your things and come along; we have got just enough time to get comfortably settled before the play begins.'

We hurried to the left and when we had entered 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 could have a clear view of Snigger's operations on the bottoms and cunts of the poor girls.

He then raised my dress and I opened his trousers and we lay head and tail together, so that he could see and explore all the secret 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 what had happened the night before, with the exception of the fact that I had been fucked myself. In return he told me how he had seen his father fucking slave girls scores of times; that on one occasion he stole out of his be at night when he heard sounds of great revelry in the house and, on creeping to the parlour door which was slightly open, he saw his father chasing with a birch rod four naked women round the room, hitting at their bottoms as hard as he could; that when he caught one, he made her lean forward on the table with her bum cocked up and her legs widely apart; that the others then ran up, opened the lips of her cunt, pushed in his father's prick and tickled his bottom while he fucked; that as he was intently watching this performance, the door suddenly opened, which startled them and one of the girls, running to it, caught him and drew him into the room.

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 began 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 played with his bottom.

To this they all agreed and told her to lay herself down, as it was she who proposed it; she complied and Dick was placed over her, most at first by holding his prick in their hands and rubbing its head about the lips of her cunt. He heaved up and down, hoping to drive it in, but they always pulled it aside as his father and all the rest of them laughed at his frantic efforts to get it in.

'Do let me in,' he implored, 'I cannot hold off any longer.'

'Yes, do,' cried the girl, 'I want it too.'

At last they placed it aright; and with one plunge of his prick, Dick rushed it up the hot recess. Oh, what delicious heat. How she bounded under him at every stroke. Lifting her legs, she crossed them over his back, while they touched up his bottom with the rod.

'You may lather away now,' he said, 'as hard as you like.'

All the feeling in his body seemed concentrated in his prick and that felt as if it were bathed in bliss. He finished with a roar of delight; and they all said he fucked like a man and was worthy of admission to the ranks of love.

'Oh, Queenie, you give me such pleasure. I think a good suck when you play with the balls and so delightfully finger the 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 fix this bundle of flax under your bottom to raise it up; now put your hands down each side and hold open its cheeks while I tickle it with my tongue.'

Then lying along the floor, he sucked my bottom-hole, pushing his tongue, so that I felt its tip moving round and round inside and stirring up most delicious sensations throughout the whole regions of love.

I did not know until then what an amount of feeling there is in our bottoms and how closely connected they must be with out 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 ever had.'

'Does it increase the feeling in your cunt?'

'Yes, my cunt and bottom feel all a glow, a very little more sucking or frigging would make me come.'

'Well, now, darling, I want you to put your hand down again and this time to hold open the lips of your cunt and show me 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 over it and between the inner lips of my cunt.

'That's where I have the most feeling.'

'Very well, I'll suck the entrance while you rub the clitoris, but meantime go on telling me how you are feeling and especially when you are just about to spend.'

'Yes, Dick, my cunt is growing hotter and hotter while you suck, and I frig the clitoris. Oh, it is getting ver nice – I can't keep quiet – I must twist my bottom about – oh, and heave up my cunt; now, now, Dick; suck my cunt, push your tongue into it; squeeze my bottom, move your finger inside; there! Oh!'

I rolled in ecstasy, while dick supped on the soft effusion that distilled with so much pleasure from my fountain of delight.

Just then – but what happened must have a chapter to itself.

CHAPTER 3

Lizzy

In the midst of our sweet delirium, we heard steps leading up to the loft and Dick had only time to draw the flax stalks over us, when the door was opened and to my horror my father's voice sounded in my ears.

He had a lady with him whom I did not then know, but whom he called Lizzy. He carefully arranged a snug corner for her within a few yards of our hiding place and said, 'Now Lizzy, 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 whipping them. Would you mind taking off some of your dress, the loft is so hot; and this corset 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 but her chemise and let down her hair. I could see through the flax that she was young, of 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 debauchee; that he was said to be very jealous of her, but in other respects did not seem to care for her, as he was much more attentive to his numerous black mistresses.

'It was very good of you, Lizzy, to come today when you heard I was anxious 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, said I would enquire about cigars he was expecting – having done which 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 life into him.'

She pretended to look shy as she unfastened his trousers, opened them down the front, put her hand inside, felt around and drew out his fine handsome prick. Although it was my father's prick, from which my natural instinct inclined me to turn away my face, 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 it upreared 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.

She replied, dwelling most lasciviously on the two last letters, 'My cunt.'

'That's a pet, now what shall we do with this prick and cunt?'

'Let them fuck, to be sure, what are they made for but fucking.'

'Does Ogre often fuck you?'

'No, but he sometimes wants to put his nasty prick into my bottom and then he hurts me terribly.'

'He is a brute; and yet fucking the bottom is not so bad when it is done gently and nicely.'

'Oh, I would let you fuck me anywhere, Robert.'

'Thanks, my pet, we will try that way soon. Does he ever fuck any of the girls before you?'

'Oh, dear 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 fresh out of their cunts and make me kiss it and when I refused one day, he brought in a slave and having stripped me naked he held my legs open while the fellow rammed his prick into my cunt and fucked me before them all.

'Oh, he is a horrid beast and I hate him.'

'How I wish I could take you from him altogether, but it is better for you to bear with him and come to me as often as you can. But here comes the first girl, a saucy impudent hussy. I wrote 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 try this other slit between you 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 was ever sent here, won't you be good and not uncover me?'

'Well, I must place you here at all events.'

He secured her as usual, 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,' 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 threw up her clothes and passed his lecherous hands deliberately over her belly and bottom and the inside of her thighs, then opening the lips of her cunt, he looked in and poked his finger up. She threatened him at the highest 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 rubicund 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 great black buttocks 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; now he is holding her by the hips and pushing away as hard as he can.'

'And we too will have a turn, Lizzy – there – does your cunt relish the taste of my prick in its soft mouth?'

'Yes, Robert, it likes it dearly; your prick fills my cunt with rapture and bliss. Oh, yes, it is very pleasant being fucked by the man we love. Does my cunt hold your prick as you like?'

'Yes my darling, the pressure of your sweet cunt is most delicious, I can feel it nipping the head of my prick far up inside; put back your hand and let it slip in and out through your fingers.'

Meanwhile, Snigger, having discharged, had taken out his tool and after wiping it said, 'Now, my lady, I will pay you off for all your hard names and abuse; how do you like that, and that?' each time giving her a cut across the bottom with the cat.

'Oh, Mr Snigger,' another cut, 'Oh, have mercy,' another slash.

'You vile strumpet to call me a dirty black nigger,' and down came the cat harder than ever.

'Oh, Mr Snigger, I will never call you names again.'

'Won't you? What else will you promise?' Cut – slash – cut.

'I will let you fuck me whenever you wish.'

'And how am I to fuck you again?' he said, lashing away.

'Any way you like.'

'Oh, yes, fuck your arse?' Slash, slash, slash.

'Yes, my arse or anywhere, only stop whipping.'

She had now received about a dozen and a half and he drew back to observe the effect of his work.

Her bottom was all marked across with red streaks while a few drops of blood appeared on her thighs.

'Oh, Mr Snigger, pity my poor bottom, unfasten and let me go.'

'I am not done with you yet, you want me to fuck you again, don't you?' he asked raising up the cat.

'Yes, my bottom is all in a glow and my cunt is just burning; you may fuck me as much as you like, I would really enjoy it now.'

He went up to her and having moistened two fingers in her cunt, he pushed them into her bottom; when she started he cried, 'What, do you want more of the cat?'

'No, I want your nice prick, dear Mr Snigger, in my cunt.'

'What?'

'Well, in my arse or anywhere, only let me down.'

'That's right, now push out your arse, I will fuck your cunt first.'

She poked out her behind as much as she could; he took off his pantaloons and shirt, and after rubbing up his tool with his hand, he drove it up her cunt.

'Is that good?' he asked with a grunt.

'Yes, dear Mr Snigger, it is delightful.'

After a few long deliberate strokes, he drew it out and holding open the cheeks of her bottom, he thrust its head against the little round hole. 'Open,' he cried, 'open your arse, I say.'

She groaned and let in the head. He then pushed the whole prick up into her bottom and clasped her round the waist; then drawing it all out except the head, he plunged it in again and so went on till the paroxysm came and he spent.

'Well, Lizzy,' papa asked, 'what is he doing now?'

'I declare he is fucking her bottom and she likes it.'

'Why not? May I fuck yours now, Lizzy?'

'You may, dearest, I could refuse you nothing; but will you do it gently, Robert?'

'You may be assured of that; now try and open it as much as ever you can – there now, it is in, does it hurt?'

'No, my love, your dear prick would not hurt me anywhere.'

Papa leaned on her back with his hands over her cunt and they both panted as his prick passed slowly 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 father's fine prick slipping in and out between the beautiful white globes of Lizzy's bottom had stirred up all the lust of my nature, and even made my bottom itch for a prick.

'I will moisten it first in your cunt,' he whispered in reply. 'Now put back your hands and open your bottom as if you were going to do something.'

I did so and he squeezed in the head of his prick.

'How do you like it?'

'Pretty well – frig my cunt – that is nice; fucking in the bottom is not so bad after all.'

'Oh, it is grand,' replied Dick.

The sensation of pleasure was so great that we could no longer restrain ourselves and we groaned aloud together.

'Hallo,' cried papa, 'here's Queenie and young Dick fucking away like mad. Dick, you rascal, you should have asked my leave before fucking my daughter; however, I'm sure you did your work well and I must forgive you.'

In fact, I have not the least doubt that he was pleased rather than otherwise, for should any mischance 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, and kissing me, told me not to be alarmed, as he was not at all angry; then putting his hand on my bottom, he raised it so that Mrs Hobbs could see my cunt.

'Has she not a pretty cunt, Lizzy, so fat and smooth and beautiful inside?'

Mrs Hobbs looked at it and kissed it; doing so she elevated her own plump posteriors. Papa winked at Dick, and pointing to them said, 'My friend Dick is admiring your splendid array behind, and is no doubt wishing to be allowed a closer inspection, but I fancy Queenie has pumped him dry for this 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 patted her bottom and kissed its cheeks, while he poked his fingers into the recesses of her cunt and drew open the fait moist lips, ornamented with light curly hair.

Meantime, papa played with my chink of love and said that he always admired a cunt more before the hair grew than afterwards. 'These plump smooth lips, so round and white, look so innocent and inviting.'

'Yes,' Mrs Hobbs replied, '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 much nicer than it is – this silky hair is lovely'; and he prolonged his delight by rubbing his prick over and about the soft lips of her cunt.

Mrs Hobbs laughed and pleased with his attention she spread her thighs an protruded her bottom and said, 'Well, anyway, it looks like a good fuck, Dick, so put in your prick and fall to work.'

Papa smiled at her ardour, and taking my hand placed it on his own affair saying; 'I warrant that young rascal has taught you how to frig a prick too.'

I now held in my hand that engine which some twelve years ago had deposited into my mother's womb the germ of my being; and I shall confess it, the idea rather added to my pleasure. I smiled as I watched it recover its strength, swell up and stiffen while I frigged its smooth shaft and drew back from its head.

Lizzy laughed and said, 'Look how she cuddles her father's prick. You seem well acquainted with it, dear. Did you ever give 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, and it would only be fair exchange that she should have mine.'

'Shall I, Queenie,' papa asked, leaning over me.

'You may, papa, if you like,' I said turning 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 at her rear. 'Wait until they begin, and put something under her bottom, Robert, that we may better see your prick working her cunt.'

Then supporting herself on her left hand against the strong pressure of Dick's action behind, she caught papa's prick in her right and placing its head between the lips of my cunny watched it disappear amidst its rosy folds.

Papa's large prick now slipped in with the greatest ease and satisfaction to us both. As he drove it home, I involuntarily gave that peculiar spread of the thighs, and sympathetic heave of the loins which women cannot help doing when they are truly enjoying a fuck.

My father noticed it and whispered in my ear, 'My darling Queenie, do you like my fucking?'

'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 like; 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 does. I don't believe I every enjoyed a fuck so much before in all my life.'

Here let me pause to remark I simply relate certain incidents in the early life of an untrained and uneducated girl, of warm temperament and loving disposition, but wholly in a state of nature and surrounded by a variety of evil influences.

I do not insert this, however, as an excuse, for my object is not to moralise or teach, but only to gratify and excite. I therefore record the facts of what occurred, and leave my readers to think and feel just as they like.

But to return. A great commotion was heard in the room beneath, which arrested the attention of all of us. Peeping down, we saw that two new girls had come in and they being sturdy women 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 tiptoe. Meanwhile they laughed and hooted at his threats and cries, declaring that it was their turn now and they would pay him off 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 old 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 her hand. The heat behind and the friction before, soon made him spend, which he did not object to; but when they went on to a second bout, and after that to a third he complained terribly, while his prick seemed to have shrunk to nothing.

So the one who was frigging exclaimed, 'It is no use going on, his old tool has gone completely dead.'

'Show him your cunt,' cried the other from behind, still pounding away.

She held up her frock, and spreading open the fat lips of her cunt, 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 is nothing like the scent, Sambo tells me.'

The one in front then drew up a table that was near and getting on it 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, made the unfortunate man spend the fourth time by frigging.

He seemed now utterly exhausted and ready to faint, so they let him down, and as he lay on the floor, they warned him most 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.' After which they departed with great glee at their success. We too laughed at the scene, for we all agreed with Mrs Hobbs that the old fellow only got what he deserved.

CHAPTER 4

My Departure From Home

In a warm climate, frequent bathing becomes not only a luxury, but a necessity of life. My father fully understood this, and being a man remarkable for his attention to personal cleanliness, 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 regularly every day – as regularly as I took my meals – and sometimes a second or even a third when the day was hot.

I liked to have Zilla with me in the bath, as she was sprightly and full of fun; and afterwards, before resuming our clothing, we usually reclined together on a couch to rest and to luxuriate in the freedom of our limbs from the constraints of dress, with all its botheration of hooks, buttons and ties.

The sight and feel of our naked bodies would then naturally suggest subjects of conversation of an amatory and confidential character; and Zilla seemed always to make it a point to introduce such subjects and both by words and acts draw me on to lascivious talk; she even induce me to describe my sensations at the different times when I had been fucked, and how I liked to feel and handle the pricks. Then she would kiss and pet my cunt, and place me in different positions, and turn me up and, in short, play all sorts of pranks both with herself and me.

The reason of 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 all we said.

On one of these occasions I asked her which gave her the most pleasure, a black or white fuck? She replied that though the colour did not much matter, provided they were equally strong and active, she preferred being fucked by a white man; but some of the blacks, and especially Sambo, had the most enormous tools. 'Oh, missy, at first sight, you would almost think that he would split you up, but somehow, after the head gets in, you by no means object to its large size.'

I said, 'I would like very much to feel what fucking by a black man's prick would be like.'

'Then, missy, take my place tonight, and you will be fully gratified; for I have promised Sambo to let him in for an hour, and he won't recognize you in the dark.'

So we arranged to exchange beds for the night.

Then I asked her to give me some idea before hand of his usual mode of proceeding.

She replied, 'He will expect, of course, to find the door opens easily and he has promised to enter very quietly without making any noise, not even to speak. As soon as he finds the side of the bed, he will be sure to push his hands under the clothes and feel your bottom and cunt. He will then likely draw you to the edge of the bed, lift up your legs on his shoulders and kiss or suck your cunt. If you wish to gratify him, then put down your hand, and you will find his big tool sticking up; rub it with your fingers, and when he stands up, put it to your mouth, it will find its way in, after that, you must let things take their course.'

She prepared me in the evening by rubbing some strong smelling herb into my cunt. 'For Sambo likes a good smell,' she said, 'and plenty of it, too.'

Zilla had a nice clean bed in a comfortable room that opened on the veranda not far from mine; so as soon as it was dark, I took her place and I had not occupied her bed many minutes before the door was gently opened and I heard someone enter and cross the room as if familiar with the way.

On his reaching the bed, the clothes were raised and I felt a large warm hand pulling up my shift and nestling in my cunt. The other hand then passed under my bottom, lifted me up, and drew me gently to the edge of the bed, with my bottom turned out; then all the coverings were pushed aside, and I felt a curly head between my thighs, and a nose sniffing about my cunt, then a plaint tongue licking round within the lips When Sambo perceived by my twisting and turning and panting that the pleasure tide was rising in my cunt, he sucked more eagerly, and grasping the cheeks of my bottom with his hands, he squeezed them so strongly that he hurt me, and I could hardly help crying out, but I quickly found that the smart of my bottom had a great effect in increasing the excitement in my cunt.

Putting my hand on his head, I pressed it in between my widely extended thighs, and opening my cunt, I moved it up to meet the probing of his tongue as I poured forth my effusion in a hot oozy stream.

He licked it up with evident relish while I lay back in a half-panting state; the suction of his lips, however, and the pressure of his fingers soon recalled me to life and feeling. I then put down my head and encountered the fiery head of his charger. It was full, hot, and erect but not so large as I expected, for my fingers were able to close around it as I frigged it up and down.

He raised himself up to bring it nearer to my face, just as Zilla had described, and pushed it on until its head touched my lips. It felt soft as velvet and had a good deal of that subtle perfume which I had before observed to exhale from the pricks of both Dick and my father and which I found by experience had a powerful effect in stimulating my amorous desires.

I parted my lips and it immediately passed in and filled my mouth. I twined my tongue around its indented neck, and sucked as hard as I could. I held his balls with one hand while with the other I played with the cheeks of his bottom, and as I became more excited, I felt for the little round hole in the furrow and pushed in the tip of my finger.

I felt a thrill pass through Sambo's frame, his prick bounded in my mouth while his hot 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 extraordinary 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 get a taste of Sambo's prick; and I am not surprised at your curiosity, for he certainly has an enormous tool, 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 to have you first myself, so as to smooth the way for his huge affair 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 that you will suffer much inconvenience, as your cunt is unusually large for so young a girl.'

But while he was talking another pair of hands commenced playing about me, and I found that Zilla had been present with us 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 machine.'

She pushed a quantity of the softening unguent up my cavity of delight and then, suddenly pausing, said, 'Hush, he comes.'

They slipped noiselessly round to the other side of the room, as Sambo opened the door and entered the room.

I was almost terrified by all these warnings and preparations, and 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 paws groping round my cunt. But he stopped at once, as if much surprised, and with a low chuckle, said, 'Golly, Miss Zilla, what hab you done with your cunt? It had lose all of its hair. It smooth as de palm of my hand.'

It now occurred to me for the first time, that although I was nearly the same height and stoutness of Zilla, yet, of course, he would find a great difference in our cunts, for mine had only the suspicion of the growth which now so luxuriantly covers it.

'But all de same,' he went on, 'dis leetle smooth cunt is very nice – no matter to Sambo, whether you be Miss Zilla, or missa some oder body; and it hab a good smell too,' he said, kissing my cunt and thrusting in his tongue with considerable force. 'Now, missa, where you lettle hand?

Put him 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 in length, and thick in proportion; but the head was tremendous, it was as big as my two fists together. I felt it with amazement and began to fear for my cunt in earnest.

'Hah missa, what you think? Will him get in? you not need afraid – though very big, he slippery as snake, and creep in like possum through the cane patch. S'pose we try, but first gib him one smack of de lips, that make him bery lubbing and tender.'

He pushed his huge prick towards my mouth. I held it in both hands: it felt very muscular, and seemed instinct with life.

I rubbed the large soft head to my lips. I did not suppose that my mouth was large enough to take it in, however, the moment my lips opened, he pushed it in. it filled the whole aperture inside, and kept my jaws at their widest stretch. I certainly never had so large or 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 got possession of me to taste what Sambo's was like.

I sucked the head, while I frigged the stiff column of his prick and felt about his enormous cods, more like a stallion's than a man's.

The whole prick grew larger, stiffer and hotter, until 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 strong aromatic flavour.

Sambo's grunts were now almost alarming, 'Oh – ah. Wah – oh. Eeaugh!'

Then with a great sigh he sank on one side.

All this time there was a rustling and shaking going on at the opposite side of the bed, and I heard Zilla's titter, so I knew they were at prickandcunt work too, and were enjoying all that was going on.

I was afraid t 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 hand under my bottom, and his head between my thighs, he again kissed and sucked my cunt; then rising, he flung himself over me on the bed between my uplifted legs.

Now came the ordeal which I at once dreaded and longed for; I felt the huge prick poking its head strongly 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 my lips widely with my fingers, placed the slanting top at the critical spot. He then made a downward shove, forcing the monstrous head just inside the inner lips; I spread my thighs to their widest stretch, and heaved against him, but still it stuck fast in the entrance. A sudden thought seemed to strike him, for he drew his prick back and daubed its head and my cunt plentifully with spittle, then he replaced it in the mouth of my cunt and renewed his efforts; this time with better success, for the huge well-moistened head gradually forced its way in, and at last I enjoyed the supreme pleasure of feeling that grand specimen of a manly organ passing into and filling up the whole of my feminine recess. For the life of me, I could not help groaning out with a sigh of relief, 'Oh, it is in. At last I have it. I feel it all inside.'

Zilla laughed outright, and cried, 'Hold on, missy, hold it fact. Now Sambo, fuck.'

'Who dat – dat you Zilla? Hah, you just one big rogue, you humbug Sambo! Sambo humbug you noder time.'

'Fuck, you fool,' cried Zilla, coming behind him, and pushing her hand between us, she felt the lips of my cunt stretched round the mighty shaft of Sambo's prick; 'you should go on your knees and bless me for getting you the nicest cunt on the whole island.'

'Oh, Missa Queenie, you very kind to poor Sambo; you have lubly leetle cunt,' and he commenced a series of slow but all the more delicious up and down heaves, making the huge tool pass most luxuriously in and out through the clinging lips of my throbbing aperture.

Zilla's fingers greatly increased the sensation, as she felt the lips and pinched my clitoris; and I thought I felt my father's hand besides playing about my bottom. Hearing a stir on my right, I reached out my hand; it met my father's and 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 past delay, heaps her favours on the happy recipient, and, to use the old saw, it not only rains, but it pours; so in this instance, I was now at last gratified to the uttermost: I had in my cunt the largest prick I ever saw, in my hand I held my father's fine tool and Zilla's fingers roved about my cunt and bottom; still I wanted more, so I turned my head to one side, and drew on papa's prick until I got its head into my mouth, that I might at the same time enjoy its fragrance and velvet softness as I twined my tongue round its palpitating end. Thus while Sambo fucked my cunt, I sucked my father's prick and Zilla frigged us all, and as she frigged, she cried – 'like one intoxicated with delight – 'Go to it, pricks; suck cunts; heave bottoms; smack bellies; fire away, gods; over prick, cunt and bottom; and we all rolled together in one mass of intermingled life and pleasure.

After a while we recommenced feeling around and the effect of the neighbouring hands meeting together as they felt the different 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.

Meantime Zilla had managed to get over me with her cunt on my face and enjoyed the titillation of my lips, for she quickly favoured me with a soft effusion.

We all felt now tolerably used up, so after a few moments rest we separated for the night, and in our beds sought the repose we so much needed to recruit our exhausted powers.

From this time forward my father's manner became more tender and affectionate. He obtained the services of the best teachers on the island to impart to me instruction and accomplishments. By day he was most guarded, but at night I often slept in his arms, and we indulged freely in every kind of sensual enjoyment. After some time, he decided to send me to a ladies academy in the Southern States of America, and told me that a friend of his, a Captain St John who commanded a trading vessel, would take charge of me as far as new Orleans and that we were to sail in a fortnight. I thanked him, commended his plan, and promised to lose no time in getting ready.

I was, of course, sorry to leave him, especially now that I knew him better, but I felt that he was doing well in sending me away, and the thought that I could improve my learning and enlarge 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 engaged to correspond regularly, and he assured me that he would remain faithful to me forever; but then he laughed when, in reply, I asked him to 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 amour she might engage in and of any love scenes he might witness, for I well knew he could not live without some amusement of the kind. 'And remember,' I added, 'I don't care how many girls you go with provided you retain your confidence in me, and report everything that happens.'

I may add that Dick was faithful to his promise, and he 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 their detail, I may in their place transcribe portions of them for the gratification of my readers.

The events related above, though massed together, really occupied a period of three years. I have selected only the most remarkable as types of the rest and because they made a deeper impression on my memory and produced a corresponding 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 experiences similar to mine in their youth know how impossible it is in afterlife to resist the bias and change the tone they received, when impressions thus produced are as lasting as life itself.

I refer to this fact because it throws light on the development of my character as delineated in following pages.

CHAPTER 5

The Voyage

All preparations being completed, I was taken by my father aboard the good ship Cammarilla 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 promised her her freedom if she served me faithfully until I was twenty-one.

I was glad to be 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 me next to Laura's. On the opposite side of the saloon were two similar cabins, occupied respectively by the captain and Mr Yeats, the mate, a gentlemanly young man who made himself agreeable to us 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 professed himself an all-around admirer of the fair sex, which I soon verified so 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 the first evening almost alone. She showed me how to stow away my belongings in what she called 'ship-shape', fashion that is, making the most of the very limited space at our disposal. She told em this was her first trip with her uncle, who was her guardian; that, as she had no settled home, she preferred to be at sea with him to living on shore by herself; but 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. 'And Queenie, after all, how very dull life would be if we were always to be straight laced and never enjoy a little fun – when we can do it safely you know.'

I said that I quite agreed with her, and that though very young, I had seen enough of the world to prove the truth of the poet's words, "Every woman is at heart a raker, not that I quite understand what that means,' I added.

She laughed and promised to instruct me more fully if I wished and said she thought I had come to a very good school for acquiring any learning that I needed in that respect.

When it grew dark the captain and mate came down, mixed some grog, and prevailed on us to take a little; after which the captain said it would be well for us to turn in, as we should most likely be wakened early when the ship got well under way. He wished me good-night, called me 'his dear child; and told me he liked me not only for my father's sake, who was one of his best and only friends, but still more for my own, as he found me innocent, pretty and good. (I fear that like most men he was taken 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 bed.

Next morning I was awakened at the first dawn of day, by a great tramping of feet and rasping of cables on the deck overhead. Soon afterward 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 that it produced most unpleasant effects in my internal economy, and I felt for the first time that dire distress called seasickness. As the motion went on the seasickness increased, and I lay tossing and moaning in my bed.

At length the cabin-boy peeped in and enquired when I wished to have breakfast.

I told him I wanted nothing, but to send for my maid, Zilla, as I was very sick.

He replied that she was quite as bad as myself, and so was Miss Laura too, but that he would tell the captain.

The captain soon knocked on my door and asked might he enter. I said, 'Come in.' he came up to the side of my bed, looked kindly at me and told me to cheer up, and take some breakfast, and that I would be all right by and by.

'Oh, I feel too sick to take anything. I feel as if I were just going to die.'

'Not at all,' he said, raising me up. 'You have plenty of life in you yet.'

He held me up with his arm around me, and sick as I was, I remarked how his glistened as he caught a glimpse of my bosom through the opening of my dress.

'Lay me back,' I muttered. 'Oh, I am so sick.'

He laid me down, and as he smoothed my dress, passed his hands lightly over my breasts. 'You are very hot; shall I remove some of this thick covering?'

I grunted approval and he moved his hands over my thighs and rested them on my stomach and asked, 'Is it here that you feel uneasy?'

'Oh, yes, captain. Oh, I am so sick.'

'You are very bad, my poor child, but I know what will do you good; a glass of hot stiff grog – and I will go and mix it for you.'

'Oh, no, I would never 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 on his part, 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 with a spinning in my brain that made me almost unconscious.

The captain then proceeded to arrange the clothes about me and finding I made no resistance, passed his hand up under my shift 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 shift, he separated my thighs and kissed my cunt. I muttered, 'What are you doing?'

'Taking care of my little pet,' he said, as he drew the covering over me, kissed my forehead and went away.

I lay in a stupor the whole of that day; I felt so weak after the sickness and was so stupefied by the brandy that I was unable to move and 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, and I think he took every possible liberty with my helpless person, so far as feeling, kissing and examining all my secret nooks and crannies.

In the evening Laura paid me a visit and brought some tea which I found refreshing. She said that she had been very sick herself as it was unusually rough and the ship had had to beat to windward. She asked 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 brandy and water, which made me quite stupefied, and that then he took care of me after a fashion.

'Oh, I understand,' said Laura, laughing, 'that is an old dodge of his, and I may as well tell you myself what you would soon find out, that my uncle regards me as something nearer than a niece; and that is the way he commenced. I expect he showed his care for you by taking a liberty or two when perhaps you were scarcely able to oppose him; but you don't mind it, do you my pet?' she said, lowering her hand and passing it up between my thighs. 'What a charming little love-trap you have got, Queenie. I don't wonder at the captain coming to you again and again, after he found a way of getting at it; but how roomy it is.

Queenie, you are not so innocent as you appear; you must tell me all about yourself, and we will have such sweet confidences together. Now put your hand on me here, and feel me while we seal our bargain with a kiss.

Lifting up her dress as she stood at the side of my bed, she took my hand and placed it between her firm, smooth thighs up to an immense 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 finger into the moist slit between.

'I guess you are a little roomy yourself, Laura,' I said, as I pushed two or three fingers up the passage.

'Why not?' and Laura laughed, and with a knowing wink said, 'It's well to suit all comers you know.'

'No, I don't know; what do you mean by suiting all comers?' I asked, looking very simple.

'Now, Queenie, don't put on the innocent with me; you know, I am sure, just as well as I do, what kind of comers we like to visit us here, 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.'

Turning away my face, I answered, 'R'.

'That's right, then I – now go on.'

'C.'

'And I will finish with K, and pronounce PRICK; and then its friend and companion, which you and I are more familiar with: C.'

'U,' I supplied.

'N and T. Now say the word.'

'CUNT.'

'Good,' said Laura, 'so far for the agents, now the act: F-U-C-K, Fuck.'

'You'll do, you are quite up to the mark; just as I thought, you don't want teaching, you want practice, and the captain will give you enough of that, or I am mistaken. But now my dear, you ought to get some sleep, that you will be strong and fresh tomorrow.'

She then got me a cup of excellent coffee with beaten up 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 surprise, I felt 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 is only your friend, the captain. I heard all your conversation with Laura last night, and I could not resist the temptation of visiting you this morning, 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 that – you had no right to come in here without my leave – 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 – now open your legs more – Oh, my love – let me in – there,' he said as he pushed his prick into my cunt and drove it forcibly up.

When I felt the dear thing enter the region of love, and penetrate to my 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 bun. 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 deeply embedded in my cunt.

'You may fuck away; how could I refuse you, captain, while your prick is filling all my cunt.'

My ready use of the words prick, cunt and fuck surprised him into fresh delight, and with successive grunts of satisfaction, he darted his seed into my glowing recess.

After lying on me for awhile, 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 its head, and frigged the soft skin up and down.

'Queenie, you are a darling, and I am delighted to have you on board.

Laura and I will do our best to make your voyage pleasant and agreeable; and maybe we'll have fun together; get over me now, my pet, and I will fuck you from beneath.'

He drew me on top of him, with my thighs straddled across his hips, then, with his hands on my bottom, he opened the lips of my cunt with knowing fingers and directed the head of his prick into the hot chink.

'Now, Queenie, ride the cock-horse, while we heave up and down together. How do you like this style of fucking?'

'It is delicious,' I replied, moving up and down.

'You do splendidly,' he grunted, driving up his tool; then raising his voice, he cried: 'Laura, Laura, come here, and see how Queenie is fucking me.'

Laura must have been listening close by, for in half a minute she was alongside the bed, and without ceremony she drew off the clothes and laid my bottom bare.

'For shame, Laura, get away you horrid girl; let me up captain,' but he held me round the waist with one of his hands, while he shoved the other up under Laura's petticoats.

She stooped over us and said, as she played with her fingers about my bottom an cunt, 'Take it easy, Queenie, you will get used to it in time; why need you mind my seeing your little fanny enjoys a visit from a newcomer? If you have not learned it before, you must know now how much additional pleasure is derived from a change of pricks; go on again, there's a dear, my looking on will only add to your pleasure.'

'Pull up your shift, Laura, and show Queenie that you are not ashamed to let her see how well prepared and ready you are for the sports and enjoyments of love.'

She at once pulled up her clothes and showed her fine busy cunt with the captain's fingers buried between its pouting lips, and as she withdrew his hand, she pushed it close to our faces, and with a merry laugh, said: 'Look at it, Queenie,' and drawing aside the hair she separated the lips and continued, 'see how red it is inside. If it could speak it would say – Get me a prick – fuck, fuck, fuck – What is the use of having a cunt if one does not use it as it was intended to be used; so commence again,' and poking her fingers into my cunt alongside the captain's prick, she nearly set me wild with excitement.

'Never mind, Miss Laura,' I panted out, as I recommenced heaving up and down, 'I'll have my revenge on you yet.'

She stooped down behind me and said, 'You shall, darling,' at the same time giving me a cruel bite on my bottom just as the captain with a yell of delight shot his spunk up my enraptured cunt, and my own spending poured over his belly and thighsI felt quite ashamed to look the captain in the face when I next met him but he drew me into his cabin. At once he passed his hand up under my clothes, and reaching my cunt said: 'My sweet little pet, you have a delicious quim, and can give a man more satisfaction than any girl I ever fucked. You shall be queen of the ship, while you remain on board. You have only to command, 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 frigged his standing prick, 'I would like to see you putting this into Laura.'

He laughed. 'You want to punish her and get pleasure at the same time; but see, here is the means of doing that; she meant this for you,' and he opened a locker and took out a small birch-rod, carefully tied with green ribbon. 'Take this to your own cabin and be ready when I call you. Mate Yeats has charge of the deck, but I guess he and Laura will be flirting together. How shall we get her down?'

'Leave that to me, I'll manage to have her here shortly, and then pretend to go on deck myself.'

I found more difficulty then 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 in a low voice: 'Let me go, uncle, I can't stay now.'

'Why not? Yeats will have plenty of you by and by. He told me this morning that you had accepted him, and asked my leave to marry you when we called at Port Royal in Jamaica.'

'Well, what did you say in reply?'

'I told him he might marry you as soon as he liked on one condition.'

'What is that?' she asked.

'Only that he must consent to share you with me, and never turn troublesome or grow jealous.'

'Oh, uncle, how could you? That will certainly turn him against me altogether.'

'Not a bit of it, Mat and I understand each other. We have been always free together. He has many times watched me fuck his own sister, and once he got so excited, her fucked her himself before me; so you need not fear that he will draw off on that account. Anyway, let us have one more fuck; give my old fellow a suck first just to put him into good humour.'

'There now, it is fine and stiff. Fuck me now and let me go.'

'Here goes then. I'll lean back and you can mount across me, that's right; how hot your cunt feels; now stoop and kiss me,' he said as he pulled up her clothes 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, plugged with a rampant prick; Queenie, Queenie – come here.'

I quickly made my appearance and closed the door.

Laura turned her face toward me as I entered, smiled at me, and said:

"Queenie, it is your turn, now to look on,' and then boldly asked, 'How do you like my bottom?'

'It is beautiful, white, plump and dimpled,' I said, laughing. 'All it wants is to be reddened a little – to make it blush for its impudence, you know, a slight touching up with this,' holding up the birch, 'would make it all right; may I try it, Laura?'

'You may, if you do it moderately.'

'Hold her, captain, I owe her something,' I cried, as I 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 is the way to put life into her cunt; you can't think how it makes her pobble my prick; punish her well, every whack on her arse adds heat and vigour to her cunt.'

'Oh, Queenie, be merciful – that's enough – I can't bear more – indeed I can't – stop – I say, stop – you have cut my bottom to pieces, you cruel girl.'

The spirit of lust and cruelty got 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 delicate borders of her cunt.

There was mercy in this though, for it not only hastened the consummation, but heightened the enjoyment at the last. Her excitement was now intense, and she so bounced against 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 buttocks and bottom.

The captain commended her fortitude, and giving her a warm kiss, thanked her for the pleasure she had afforded him, pleasure which had been so much increased through her pains.

I took her in my arms as she shook down her clothes over her smarting bottom, and begged her to forgive me this whipping, which I really could not help – her bottom looked so enticing for the rod – and promised we would be friends forever more. 'Well, then I forgive you, and indeed, I must say that the pleasure at the end more than counterbalanced the suffering which led to it, as you will someday experience yourself.'

CHAPTER 6

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 Mr 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 first came to the island. Mat was then a lad of fourteen, and his sister, Betsy, was one year younger.

'Some time afterward I had the good fortune to extricate Mat from a very ugly scrape. 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 to 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 the really guilty parties, escaped.

'The governor declared he would have Mat tried for murder; but by great exertion and special inducement, I got him to pardon Mat and permit the affair to be hushed up. This made the whole family attached to me, and I passed the greater part of my time on shore with them. Mat specially became my most devoted ally. He never left my side, and at length he prevailed on his father to let him go to sea with me. He was entered in the ships books as my apprentice, and he has sailed with me ever since. He passed all his examinations very creditably, and is now full mate, with the promise of a ship the next trip.

'We lived together, drank together, sported together and, like most sailors, had our favourite girls in every port. There was a pretty little black-eyed girl called Susan, living in Bridgetown, Barbados, whom I was fond of and used to visit regularly when I was in that port. Mat accompanied me the first time I went to her after he came on board.

Although then eighteen, he had never yet fucked a girl; so I told him he out to begin with her, and try his prentice 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 the state of excitement he got into. His face flushed, his eyes sparkled, his hands trembled, he came close to us, and eagerly watching my prick as it darted in and out, pushed his hand in between us and felt the lips of her cunt stretched around my tool. He hardly gave me time to get off before he was on her, with his virgin prick deep in the host recess which I had moistened and prepared for his entrance. He quickly discharged and then almost immediately commenced a second course, to Susan's gratification. I also shared in their fun and fingered their privates while they fucked.

'After this we always had the same girl, one after the other, and used to toss for first turn. We often talked of these things when at sea, and several times when we were in bed, we examined and frigged each other's pricks.

'He got so that he hardly ever looked at a girl without thinking of her cunt and wondering what it was like. He said that even when kissing his sister, Bessy, he could not help thinking of her cunt, and that at one time he saw it and kissed it. I asked him to tell me how it 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 into some thick bushes. He ran to lift her up and found her caught in the branches, all her clothes over her head, and her legs kicking in the air, and through the opening in her drawers he saw a pair of hairy lips pouting out and beautifully red inside. When raising her up he could not avoid pressing his face between her thighs and kissing her cunt.

' "Oh, it was so soft and warm," he said, "and 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 much hurt and was able to ride home.

'I asked what was the colour of the hair on her cunt. He said it was of a rich golden hue, and that while the skin around was a clear pearly white, the insides of the lips were as red as crimson.

' "Why, Mat, you have given a most enticing description of your sister's cunt, enough to make one long to see it for oneself." ' "And why not, old fellow. I don't begrudge your looking at it, and fucking it too, if you can, provided you are careful to do her no harm; but I know I can trust you in that matter, for you have shown me that it is quite possible to enjoy a girl, yet avoid 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 been all drinking grog together, and Bessy herself, having imbibed a tolerable share, was inclined to be merry. Mat suddenly lifted her up, popped her down on my knee, and said, 'Put your arms around him, Bessy, I know you are very fond of him and he deserves it; now give him a kiss like a good girl, it would please me as well as him.' She threw her arms round my neck, and held up her sweet mouth for a kiss.

'Mat kissed her too, and at the same time pressed one of his knees in between hers, and lifting her skirts, 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, readily opened her thighs to let her brother's knee press up higher.

'I supported her with my arm around 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 once spread over the swelling mound, so richly covered with silken hair; then pushing down my middle finger, I pressed into the moist chink, while the others, I squeezed the fat lips on either side.

' "Oh, my, what are you doing? – take your hand away – captain, let me up – Don't – I'll cry.'

' "Bessy, behave, 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 as convinced bother her brother and myself, that she was only waiting for a sufficient display of force on our part to satisfy her conscience that she only yielded to compulsion; something lithe that poet fellow, we were reading the other evening, said:

A little still she strove, and much repented;

And whispering: 'I'll ne'er consent – consented 'So Mat with a twinkle in his eye, vociferated, "If you don't stop this nonsense, I'll put up your petticoats, and then we shall both see what you keep so religiously covered up from the world." ' "Oh, Mat, for shame. 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; she may even be dead now, for all we know to the contrary; so don't bother about her."

'Then without further parley, 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.

'Don't, Mat; let down my clothes. Oh, I shall die of shame. Captain St John, I thought you were fond of me. If you were, you would not allow him to expose me so." ' "It is just because I am fond of you that I have been longing to see and feel your sweet cunt, and it is indeed very lovely, beyond the power of words to express. Cease struggling, there's a love; lean back; open your legs – more – still more, there's a pet." ' "Well, I suppose you must have your way, for I am tired; I can't fight against you both," and she lay passive in our hands. Mat then placed her head in his lap, and watched me as I unfastened her drawers, pulled them off her legs, and drew up her shift; then – oh, what a scene of loveliness was disclosed to our enraptured eyes. 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 these fleshy columns, I spread them open as wide as I could. Then it was that we got a full view of all the beauties of her cunt, glistening with the soft dews of love as she became conscious that we were regaling our eyes with the naked loveliness of its long-concealed 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 temptingly opened 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 as it was, for, in my opinion, no description could do full justice to its fascinating powers." 'I bent forward to the lovely shrine, kissed the pouting lips, and rolled my tongue in its fragrant recess.

'Mat, meanwhile unbuttoned his trousers, drew out his prick, and placed it leaning on his sister's cheek.

'I was not slow in following his example, and put the head of my pego between the moist lips of her love-chink.

' "Oh, captain, take it out, I can't let you do that." ' "Be quiet, Bessy, he is only making his prick kiss your cunt." ' "No, he is pushing it in – don't, captain – pray – don't – Oh, Oh, it's hurting me – what are you doing with it?" ' "Fucking you, darling Bessy, with your brother's consent, for he knows I won't harm you; fucking you – driving my prick, this way, in and out of your cunt; each time, sending my prick home, and making my balls smack against your bottom." 'Meanwhile, Mat, inflamed by the sight, pressed her face to his prick and pushed its head against her mouth. He then placed one of her hands on its shaft; her fingers at once closed around it to his great delight, and, led on by natural instincts, she 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, and burying its head amid the hair, I poured a hot but harmless stream over her belly; at the same moment, the pent-up juices of her brother's reservoir, spurted into her mouth, and ran in warm gushes down her throat.

'After this we had many pleasant scenes with Bessy. Once the ice was broken, she seemed to plunge in with all her heart, and sported with her brother and me with the utmost freedom. Still they both refrained from the greatest favour of all. She did not object to letting him see, or play with, or even suck her cunt, and evidently 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 and handling us as we fucked – but as yet he had not attempted to put his prick into her cunt, nor did she seem to desire it.

'She now sometimes brought he maid with her, not without design, I thought, for she was young and pretty, and Bessy often said she pitied her brother, unmatched 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 come into the saloon, and made free with her there before his sister. Bessy had now become so familiar with the ways of love that she readily joined in the sport; so she and I got together held down the maid, while Mat pulled up her clothes, got between her legs and openly rammed his prick into her cunt.

'Then Mat and I stripped her naked, and after that Bessy, and finally ourselves. We spread carpets and rugs on the floor, and rolled about so that bottoms and faces were continually coming into new and interesting positions. Mat proposed, the cunning fellow, to tie bandages over their eyes that they might not see what we were doing and then he whispered to me to fuck the maid by way of change. And I need not tell you, Queenie, that there is no novelty which a man so thoroughly appreciates, as the novelty of a fresh cunt, so I quite approved of the notion, and getting on top of her, I soon found my way into her soft recess.

'Mat, however, had his own object in view, for throwing himself on his sister, he eagerly kissed and sucked her cunt, and then turning, he drove his prick into it without scruple or delay.

'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 and seeing her brother on top of her cried, ' "Oh, Mat, stop – do you know what you are doing – fucking your own sister." ' "Why not, Bessy, I have kissed your cunt and watched it so many times filled with St John's prick; and I have shared in your delights as often as he fucked you that I could stand it no longer, and I felt that I must fuck you myself, even though you are my own sister. And let me tell you, I find your cunt all the nicer," he said as he panted over her – fucking – fucking. She made no reply, but I observed that she pressed him more lovingly to her breast as she moved in ready response to meet the quick prods of his excited prick.

'I quite shared in their transport, and only wondered how they had refrained from it so long; so leaning toward them, with my prick still in the maid's cunt, I kissed her and said, 'Bessy, my love, confess, that you enjoy being fucked by Mat all the more because he is your brother.'

' "Yes, I must say it is exceptionally good, being fucked by one's brother.

Mat has a fine tool, 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 better." 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 my balls, he pressed them so luxuriously in his fingers that, convulsed with pleasure, they ejected their contents 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 the lady whom you know as Lizzy, and whom your father fucks whenever he gets the opportunity.

'There, Queenie, you can now understand my extraordinary intimacy with Mat Yeats; and how there was but little danger of my doing Laura any harm with him, when I attached to his marrying her the condition of his afterward sharing with me. And now, my pet, having not only answered your question, but spun you a regular love yarn, let me claim my reward, in the enjoyment of another fuck.'

CHAPTER 7

Laura's Narrative

Although much 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 enjoyments of love, she would oblige me in 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 with respect to old Snigger and the girls, and my father and Mrs Hobbs, Mat Yeats' sister.

Laura had heard something of this before and was very much amused.

I then called on her to fulfil her part of the agreement, and she responded 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 laying awake at night, I often felt their bed shake in a funny way, and sometimes 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 your legs – keep your hand on it – press it between your fingers"; then there would be a rustling, shaking, panting and father would snort, and cry, "Oh, Oh," and she would say, "Can't you do it quietly, you'll 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 inkling of what they referred to and, eagerly listening to every stir and noticing every word, I longed above all thing to see what they were doing; but as this amatory intercourse generally took place just after they went to bed, when all 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 your bottom that I may see your cunt, while you suck my prick." 'In the most stealthy manner, I slightly drew the curtain to one side. The view that greeted my eager eyes almost took away by breath.

'My stepmother 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 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 of its kind I had ever seen, at once arrested by attention; and it seemed to have some peculiar fascinating power, for I could not take my eyes from it. I noticed that it had a large glossy head of purplish colour, which she kissed and rubbed to her nose and cheeks, while she moved her hand up and down on its body; then she took a good portion into her mouth and sucked it with apparent gusto.

' "Thanks for 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 nick, and wondered would it ever be as large and hairy as that of my stepmother. My father held the cheek of her bottom on either side while he sucked her cunt, and kept jerking up his prick, which she still held in her hand, kissing and frigging it 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 in the rear, he knelt behind her bottom, he pushed her legs apart, drew open the lips of her cunt and peeped 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, drove it all the way up. Then he put his arms round her hips and heaved his bottom backward and forward, making his tool pass quickly in and out through the hairy lips. That showed me what fucking was, and pushing my finger into my own little chink, I felt about for a place into which a prick might enter, and down at the end I found that there was a small passage, but when I tried to push in my finger, it hurt me too much to go on. However, mama was not hurt, for she kept pushing her bottom back and saying, "That's the way, push it in strong; give me plenty of it, Harry, I like it so much when you fuck me from behind; it is so pleasant 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 panted and grunted, and he almost roared with delight as, pressing her down flat, he hammered 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 I do verily believe that, although young, I obtained at that time my first emission.

'I often watched them fucking after this, and soon became familiar with many of the modes and expressions of venereal play. I also regularly frigged my little cranny while I listened to them and succeeded in forcing 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 a benefit to me, for I was injuring my health by constant frigging, which I need not tell you is very injurious to a young girl.

'Nothing of particular note occurred again until I was nearly fifteen years old, and the hair was beginning to sprout on my mons. I attended school regularly, and having a great love of 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 of course all the girls fell in love with him at once; but he took no particular notice of anyone, for he was naturally she and reserved in his manner. He applied himself steadily to his duties, and seemed to think of nothing else. I was one of the most diligent and attentive of his pupils, and on that account he thought more of me, and tried to get me to go on. I responded by increased efforts, 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, and 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 remarked that the prominence at the fork of his trousers seemed always 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 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, my imagination painted it on every object on which I looked; I dreamed of it at night, and often awoke, fancying I had Louis in my arms and his prick in my cunt. I now regarded that little rosy chink with increased interest, and used to study its appearance, with a glass placed for that purpose between my legs, wondering what Louis would think of it and wondering whether he would like to put his prick into it and fuck it. 'Oh, if I could only let him see it,' I said to myself; it would warm his blood, and banish all his reserve.'

'about this time, the school got a holiday, and it was arranged that we should all go to a neighbouring mango grove and look for fruit. We wandered about, and only got further and further from the rest, but that did not distress either of us very much.

'We did not find much fruit, however, and Mr Martel was chiefly occupied in helping me through the bushes and across the ditches while we went on laughing and chatting together. at last we came to a fruit-bearing tree with large low-spreading branches.

'Oh, here is a tree very easy to climb, and there is plenty of fruit a little way up," I said, putting my foot on one of the lowest branches. "I will pluck the mangoes, and you can pick them up and put them into the basket as I drop them down." ' "Very well," he said, "only take care you don't fall." 'He stood below me as I climbed up over his head. I saw he was watching me eagerly, and the thought flashed through my mind, 'here is an opportunity for bestowing on him a few glimpses of my secret charms. So I climbed from branch to branch separating my legs as widely as 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 the rosy chink between them, just beginning to be fringed with hair. Glancing down I saw that his face was flushed, and his eyes unusually bright, as he gazed intently up.

' "It is more difficult to get at the fruit than I expected," I said. I must go further out on this branch." ' "Take care, Laura, that bough is very slight, it will hardly bear your weight." ' "Just as he spoke, there was a squeak and a crash, and the bough and I came own together; but Louis caught me in his arms before I reached the ground; indeed, he was so directly under my clothes that they passed over his head and my bottom plumped right on his turned-up face. This I learned afterward, 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 on the grass with Mr Martel kneeling at my side holding my hands. He looked excited and his face was fed, so I fancied he had been investigation more closely my secrets as I lay almost in a faint, and blushed at the thought.

' "Oh, Miss Laura, I am so glad to see you looking yourself again; I hope you are not hurt much."

' "Not much," I said, trying to rise, "But I fear I have sprained my knee, for it pains me when I lean on it." ' "Let me see if it is swollen." ' "Yes, do," I said, and raised my dress a little.

He put his hand on my knee and felt it all around.

' "It seems uninjured, but feels hot, may I change it a little for you while you rest?" ' "Thank you," I replied, leaning back, and lifting up my leg. He rubbed about my knee and under part of my thigh, gradually pushing his hand up higher and higher; at last he brushed against the haircovered mons, as if by accident, and finding I did not appear angry, 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 up." ' "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, 'and this dear little nest, so mossy and warm, is delightfully soft and inviting; let me peep at it again – just a moment," and lifting my frock, he peered up between my legs.

' "Oh, no, Louis," I said, closing my eyes, "don't look at me there, it makes me feel ashamed." ' "You need not be at all ashamed of it, Laura, for it is the most beautiful little cunt that any man ever looked at," he said raising my dress and opening my thighs.

' "Oh, Louis, how you tickle me with your moustache. Why do you like kissing me there?"

' "Because it is a lovely little cunt, just made to be kissed and sucked, and then to 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 make it feel as nice as you say?" ' "This, my love," placing my hand on his stiff prick, which he had drawn out of its hiding place.

' "I am ashamed to look at it, but I will hold it in my hand just to please you. Yes, and move 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, what name do they give it?" ' "They call it prick – say prick, my love." ' "Has every man a prick like yours, Louis?" ' "Yes, every man, though some are large and some are small, but they all like to do the one thing with their pricks." ' "What's that?" I asked with a laugh.

' "To put them into the cunts of as many girls as ever 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 moist passage is the place for the prick to enter and pass up; and on, Laura, it is the pleasantest feeling in the world, and the doing is called fucking.

Let me put in my prick and fuck you; there is no one near us, and you will like it so much."

' "Oh, no, Louis, I can't let you put it in me now, I would be afraid; perhaps I may let you another time." 'But Louis was too wise to lose the present opportunity and, without further leave, he got between my legs, raised them u 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 facilitate the entrance of his prick as much as I could.

'Louis' prick was of goodly size, and its large round head stuck just inside the opening; but as I was most anxious to get it in, I twisted about and pushed against him, heedless of the pain. In the midst of his efforts to force a passage, his seed burst from him, which, though it checked him for a moment, yet served to lubricate the way and, as his prick still retained its vigour, at the next push he was able to drive home, to my great and entire satisfaction.

'Then, as he commenced that in-and-out movement so dear to us women, he asked me to tell him how I liked the feel of his prick in my cunt fucking me.

' "It is very pleasant, Louis; I cannot tell you how much I enjoy the motion of your prick in and out – that way, between the lips of my cunt it makes my nerves vibrate to my heart." 'I did enjoy that, my first fuck, more than I can say; and I need not tell you, Queenie, for you know as well as I, that the sensation of feeling a prick for the first time filling up the whole of one's cunt and distending each throbbing fold inside, is simply indescribable; and then the frantic hug during the last quick prods, and the rush of seed at the end – Oh, it must be felt to be understood.

'Then we lay side by side to rest awhile after our joint exertions, our hands, however, still busy – his fondling my cunt and mine playing with his prick and balls. But as his tool stiffened up again and regained its power, he grew more enterprising, and making me lie 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 bottom with my finger. Then nothing would do but to see me piddle, and he played with my cunt and watched it while I did so. He said he liked to feel my warm piss flow through his fingers.

'In these and suchlike sports, we past a most delightful hour; during which Louis showed himself to be an ardent and accomplished votary of the Paphian goddess, and initiated me into the various modes of enjoying her favours, and celebrating her rites.

'We then prepared to seek the rest of the party, but my knee turned out to have been more hurt than we at first supposed, and Louis had to carry me a long way. He declared, however, with his national gallantry, that he scarcely felt the weight of his burden, now that he knew the treasure it contained.

'I responded with a loving hug and kiss, as I clung to him with my arms round his neck.

'I was laid up for the week following and was unable to attend school but as Louis called to see me every day, and generally managed t pass an hour with me alone as I reclined on a seat in the garden among the trees, I had no cause to complain.

'One of my class-fellows too, who always professed a great liking for me, passed all her spare time with me. She was a girl with an unusually fair complexion, red hair and deep blue eyes, and apparently considered by our seniors a very model of propriety, but we young people, who knew her better, called her Madam Sly.

'She had quickly noticed my intimacy with Mr Martel, which seemed to interest her greatly, and finding it pleased me, she made him the favourite subject of her conversation. She also contrived generally to meet him coming or going, though she prudently kept away during our interviews. 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, unfastened his suspenders, and taking possession of his upstanding prick, I fondled and kissed it, and took its glowing head into my mouth, while I tickled his balls and bottom. Louis in the meantime had his hands between my thighs and was pleasantly titillating the sensitive opening there. Then placing me on my knees on the seat, he uncovered my bottom and thrust in his prick from behind.

'We were both in full enjoyment of our fuck. Louis, panting with pleasure as he gave long deliberate strokes and watched his blunt tool delving in my garden of love, while I expressed the intensity of my satisfaction by various mutterings, and spurred him on by repeating all the amorous words I could think of, when Sly, no longer able to restrain her exited feelings, and perhaps of my sole possession of such great pleasure, suddenly rushed up behind us. Louis started, drew out his prick just as it was beginning to spout forth its liquid sweets, and left my hungry cunt gaping and disappointed at the loss of its favourite morsel; but on ascertaining who the intruder was, his alarm was changed into joy, and he exclaimed, "Aho, Madam 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, thrust his hand under her petticoats, raise them up, expose her cunt to view, lay her on her back and place himself between her legs.

' "Look at Sly's cunt, Laura," he said pointing to a pair of very fat projecting lips thickly covered with curly red 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 into Sly's cunt yourself,' and he put my hand on his prick, now bounding with the anticipated pleasure of a new treat. I could not help joining Louis in his admiration of her glowing charms, so. Wisely making the best of the situation, I promptly complied, and placing the head of his prick between the open lips, I looked on with curiosity, for her moist chink seemed actually to be smoking with the heat of desire as Louis pushed on with renovated force. But to their mutual disappointment he stuck fast in the entrance.

' "Push harder," I said, grasping his balls.

'She closed her eyes, seizing the hem of her dress between her teeth, she bit viciously in her efforts to prevent herself crying out with the pain caused by his energetic attempts to drive in his prick.'

' "Draw back, for a moment," I said with prurient warmth, "and I will wet it in my mouth." ' "Oh, don't take it out, my Louis," she panted, clutching him in her arms. "I can bear the pain – there – push – I feel that it is getting in," and she gave a tremendous heave against him; with that the barrier gave way, and his prick rushed up the channel and in an instant was buried out of view. A deep-breathed, "O-h-h" 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 special 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 prick between the lips of her cunt; they seemed to cling round his weapon as he drove it home, and protruded with most lascivious suction as he drew back to make a fresh charge forward; while her soft creamy buttocks opened out and closed up in the most voluptuous manner as she heaved, responsive to his thrusts, and his pendant balls plumped against her bottom at every stroke.

'Louis had discharged almost immediately after the first entrance of his prick into her heated receptacle, but having rested a few moments while his prick lay amidst its throbbing folds, he was soon able to answer her love-twitchings by the renewed action of his pleasuregiving tool.

'Louis's new-found treasure soon led him to forget the old. After his enjoyment of the treat so freely accorded him by Sly's insidious love, I quickly perceived a change in his conduct toward 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 from that which gave them the fullest satisfaction before. However, I was too much of a philosopher to repine; having tasted the sweets of love, I felt I must go on, so I determined to look out for its continued gratification elsewhere.

'There are 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 purpose; he was young and handsome, and had the manners of a gentleman – a point I was particularly concerned about. I found him to possess a manly, enterprising spirit, and I think he must have seen me to be kindly disposed, and ready to meet his ardent advances.

'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 retired part of the stairs away from the crowd. Putting his arm around me, he kissed me warmly, and taking my hand, he placed it on his prick outside his trousers and said, "My sweet Laura, I cannot tell how it is, but whenever I am near you, and above all when I touch you, and hold your dear hand, this part of me swells up and stiffens, so that I become quite uncomfortable and don't know what to do about it. You are kind and indulgent, can you tell me how to relieve it?"

' "Why do you ask me, I am not a doctor. If you want medical advice go to my father, he might be able to help you." He commenced fumbling at my dress. 'No, I do assure you, there is nothing in my pocket but my handkerchief; well, you may try if you wish to much – oh, but that is not my pocket, that is the opening of my dress – no, sir, I cannot let you put your hand underneath." ' "Dearest Laura, that is where the remedy I want is to be found; isn't there a soft mouth somewhere up here? Let me just touch its sweet lips.

Ah, here it is, Oh, how nice. How deliciously soft, but how hot it feels.

Why Laura, I declare you are spending. Get up and come in here for a moment,' and he drew me toward an open door close by.

' "Oh, no, we shall be missed, and somebody will come in on us." ' "Don't be afraid, I have use of this room for tonight, and we will remain only for a few moments." 'He closed and fastened the door, and pulled me toward a bed, which I could see by the light of the lamp outside the window. He placed me sitting on it, and then tried to push me back, at the same time putting my hand on his standing prick.

' "Feel how hot it is; and have pity on it, for it's just ready to burst, and this sweet cunt is the only thing that can give it relief. Let me put it in, you will find it so jolly.

' "No, I can't let you put it in, it would hurt me, and do me harm besides." ' "It shan't hurt you, and I won't let it do you harm – that's a sweet girl – open your thighs – wide – wider still;" and drawing me to the edge, he lifted up my legs, and coming between them, he placed the head of his prick in the slit of my cunt, resting his hands on my shoulders, he began to shove.

'His prick was large, much larger than Louis's. And as I opposed its entrance in every way I could, for the purpose of making him think that he was the first to force the passage, he found considerable difficulty in getting in.

' "How uncommonly tight you are, Laura, help me or I shall never be able to break through your virgin fence." 'To confirm that notion, I cried, "Oh, take it out, it's hurting me, I can't bear it," and I tried to move out from under him.

My resistance, as I intended, only increased his ardour, for holding me firmly with his hands, he pushed on with the greatest determination; and very soon I felt the dear thing making its way in and rushing up the passage, distending all its folds and causing every nerve to fill with rapture.

'My opposition had served its turn, and now I strained myself open, that I might receive all that he was able to give.

' "Now, my sweet Laura, you will have no more pain. Oh, is that not good? Oh, oh, Laura – it's coming – press me in your arms – Oh, oh.'

'I received his discharge into my longing cunt with the utmost satisfaction and, regardless of the consequences, I held him in my encircling arms until his prick had drained out the last drops of its sweets far up in the soft entrails of my belly.

'I could not help it, though I knew the risk I was running – for, as you now well, Queenie, one loses nearly half the pleasure when the prick is suddenly pulled out of the cunt just at the moment when you want it to be driven home, and to feel it in all its length and breadth filling up the cavity of delight.

'So I hugged him and made my cunt suck his prick, and jerked my bottom up and down until I got him into humour again; then, to encourage him I cried: "Now, Bertie, fuck me again – Oh, yes, I will say cunt and prick and bottom and arse and anything else you like; yet I like to feel your prick fucking me!" And then, he poked and I heaved, and we both panted together as the old-fashioned move progressed, until the culminating point was reached and we spent, fast and locked in each other's arms.

'When we stood up, I observed how very much my dress was tumbled and disarranged, and said, "See how you have tumbled my dress, how can I enter the room again in this state." 'Without waiting for an answer, he ran off, and soon returned carrying my wraps and a bottle of champagne. In my warm and excited state, the wine was peculiarly welcome, and between us the contents of the bottle quickly disappeared. I was, as you may suppose, quite uplifted, and felt I had the heart for any fate, and so I stepped boldly out into the dark under escort of my dancing acquaintance.

CHAPTER 8

Laura's narrative concluded

'We were soon joined by another spark who rejoiced in the suggestive name of Toplady, but was familiarly known as Topsy; he and Bertie were boon companions, and were known to have shared in 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 bewildered by the wine I had drunk, I scarcely knew what I was doing.

So when Bertie held me while Topsy kissed me and then ran his hand up under my petticoats and explored all my cunt and bottom, I offered no resistance, observing which, he boldly pulled up my clothes, pushed his prick against my cunt, and wanted to fuck me then and there; but Bertie checked him saying: "Stop a moment, Topsy, we shall 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 in the outskirts of the town. I did not like the appearance of the place, and begged them to take me home as they had promised. 'Not yet awhile, darling,' said Bertie. "The ball won't be over for another hour; we can safely enjoy ourselves here without fear of molestation, and then I will bring you safely home." 'He then took me up in his strong arms and carried me up the steps into the hall, where Topsy struck a match, lighted a candle, and led the way up a ruinous staircase until we reached the door of a room containing several broad couches round the walls. Topsy next lighted some candles on a large table in the centre of the room while Bertie laid me on one of the couches and, drawing up my clothes, said: "Now Topsy, here is a treat you may thank me for, give up your low tastes and enjoy for once in your life a good honest fuck, and remember you have a lady in your hands, and not one of the common sort you are accustomed to. Look here, this is a cunt fit for an emperor. See these full lips, how they push out, so thick and round and hairy, and the notch between so red and moist and fragrant.'

'Topsy replied, "Very true, it is grand," and he plunged his head between my thighs and titillated my cunt with his tongue, winding it round and pushing it up the passage; then he grasped the cheeks of my bottom-hole, poking in his tongue as far as he could, and stirring up within me the most libidinous sensations.

'Meanwhile Bertie had placed my hand on his prick. I liked the touch of its warm animated substance, and drawing it towards my mouth, I took it in and sucked its head.

'Topsy raised himself and said: "I have an idea, Bertie. Lie on your back with Laura over you and your prick in her cunt, then let me mount on top of you both, and get in where I can." 'Between them, they stripped me almost naked, which did not please me, but Bertie lay back no the couch with his prick standing up in fine erection, I willingly got over him, and with my own hand, helped by Topsy, quickly placed the distended limb in the gap prepared 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 over him, he checked me and said,

"Softly, sweet Laura, wait till Topsy gets in too, and then we shall all work together." 'Meanwhile, Topsy was busy anointing my cunt and bottom. I, in my innocence, 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 I was about, he suddenly forced his tool into my well-greased bottom-hole, and began to fuck me there with all his might. The first entrance of his big[headed tool in so narrow a passage hurt me considerably, but no sooner was that effected and the whole prick inside, than the pulsation of pleasure commenced. 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 shake on my rump as Topsy darted his slippery engine into my bottom.

'No description, however, could give you any adequate idea of the extraordinary pleasure I then felt and enjoyed. But 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 of dishabille burst into the room.

'Taking in the situation at a glance, they called to Bertie and Tipsy not to mind, but to go on with their sport, and all four gathered round us.

The men poked their pricks, which were on the stand and sticking out, up to my face, while the girls began to finger the two pricks inserted into my cunt and bottom. We did not heed them after the first start, and I was in such an exaggerated stand of grand feeling and excited lust that I actually seized the two pricks with avidity, and holding one in each hand, put them to my lips.

'What mad fools we become under the influence of drink, and what unaccountable and freakish things we are impelled to do when stimulated by venereal excitement; here were two common-looking fellows, whom I would scarcely have spoken to, much less have touched, at any other time, presenting their fiery red-headed tools reeking, no doubt, fresh from the cunts of these two girls, without causing me any repugnance, nay, rather gratifying my senses of taste, touch and smell. I took them alternately into my mouth, while I frigged them with my hands in time with the motion of the two pricks, which now seemed bent on knocking my bottom and cunt into one by their mighty prods.

'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 perfect storm of exclamations in which the words, prick, cunt, fuck, arse, frigging, sucking, pissing were terms most distinguished, the flood-gates of pleasure were burst open, and torrents of spunk flowed on every side.

'After resting a short interval, it was voted that one of the girls should have her arse whipped to reanimate the rest. On our promising to be merciful, and that she should be well-rewarded for her pains, one of them consented to be tied down and her naked arse well turned up. To prepare her for the ordeal she was primed with a good allowance of the rum which was liberally served round, and which made us all madder then ever.

'While I was being fucked by each of the men in succession, the others punished her bottom with their straps until she yelled aloud.

Altogether such a scene of fucking, frigging, singing and shouting went on as was almost indescribable. In the midst of the uproar, one of the men, in a drunken frolic, with a match he had struck to light his pipe, singed the hair on the cunt of the girl who was tied down. She at first screamed in pain and anger, but quickly stopping her outcry, she called him by some term of endearment and told him to put his prick in her mouth as she wished to suck it. He foolish man, did so, but as soon as she got it well into her mouth, she closed her teeth on it with such fierce revenge that she bit it nearly through.

'The wretched man roared with pain, and tried to draw it back, but she only bit all the harder.

'The uproar was at its highest when, just as I was trying to separate them, a party of watchmen burst open the door, and at once took them all prisoners. The men, who were very drunk, were marched off to the lock-up, while we women were told to clap on our duds and make ourselves scarce.

'This denouement overwhelmed me with shame and confusion. I hurried on my clothes as fast 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 it was understood who I was, and how I came to be there, 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 after me, he asked, when we had travelled half the distance, whether I would like to rest a little. I said I would for I felt thoroughly exhausted.

' "Well, it so happens, here is a most convenient place for resting," and he lifted me over a stile into a yard where some dried grass was piled; upon this he placed me, and sitting down at my side with his arm round my waist, he muttered, "Dear young lady, I feel great pity for you. I am sure you were deceived into joining the company in that house of illrepute, and I am very thankful to have been able to render you my humble services, but don't you think I am worthy of some reward?" ' "I do indeed, sergeant, tell me what I can do to show you how grateful I am." ' "If you will put your arm round me and let me kiss your sweet lips it will more than repay me for anything I have done." ' "Well, sergeant, I can't refuse you; besides I am quite in your power.

You may kiss me if you like, but – oh – I did not give you leave to put your hand there. That was not part of your request." ' "No, my dear, but the glimpse I have already had of your ripe young charms has excited my desire for something more – so you cannot, will not refuse me." 'He had meantime pushed his hand up to my cunt, and was busy pressing it and exploring it with his fingers; then, leaning me backward, he separated my thighs with his knees, and opening his trousers at the same time, he released his prick and placed my hand on it. I could not see it, but it felt unusually large and strong, and held up its big round head with great life and vigour.

'I had been fucked that night no less than nine times, and by four different pricks, and now this one, one of the finest of the lot, stirred up my lustful desires as strongly as ever.

' "Well, my dear, what do you think of it? is it not as well able to give you pleasure as any one of those you so favoured tonight?" ' "Oh, sergeant, don't refer to that again, I am a most unfortunate girl – everyone seems to have their will of me, whether I like it or not." ' "But, dear lady, I mean to make you like it – yes, frig it a little first – Oh, how nice, would you mind taking it in your mouth for a moment?" 'He pushed it up to my lips. I took in the head; it was very large and indeed quite filled my mouth.

' "That's good, now my dear, lie back, spread your soft thighs,' he said, as lying upon me he inserted his prick, 'there – how easily it slips in and passes up, oh, isn't that nice?" 'His prick filled my cunt as he drove it home and pressed it in between my outstretched thighs. The sergeant was an old and experienced hand, he fucked steadily, and with a great deliberation so as to make very stroke tell, and as he was the last who had his will of my poor person that memorable night, so he gave me the best and highest satisfaction of all. But when he was done, I was so worn out and exhausted, I was unable to stand and he had to carry me home.

'Next day, he called to enquire for me, and warned me privately that the man who was so cruelly bitten had to be taken to the hospital and was in a dangerous state; that in consequence, he was certain there would be an investigation; he therefore advised me, if I wished to avoid having to appear as witness, to get out of the way as speedily as possible.

'This caused me to accept at once an invitation from my uncle to visit him and take charge of his sick wife, and as I set out without delay, I escaped the grievous annoyance of a public exposure. It was during this visit that both my father and my aunt died, and I was left altogether to the care and protection of my uncle; and thus it comes to pass that you find me here on the good ship Commarrilla.'

'Why, Laura, you have a most charming way of telling a story, and you have excited my fanny beyond measure; you have fairly set it on fire, would you mind putting your hand on it, dear, and assuaging its burning heat with your finger? And meanwhile tell me what you already hinted at – the way Captain St John managed to overcome your maidenly scruples, and obtain the enjoyment of your favours.'

'Well, Queenie, my love, lift your leg that I may watch your pussy while I stir her up, and you can perform the same kind office for me while I go on with my story – yes, now then. You know how amorously disposed the worthy captain is, and will understand how, while I attended his wife, he was continually making attempts to induce me to allow him the freedom he desired. But although I liked the thing well enough and really longed for a good fuck, I rather shrank from him as being the brother of my mother; I therefore avoided being alone with him and always kept the door of my room 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 distant which was famous for its shells.

'The weather was fine when we started, and the sea calm, but it soon roughened and became very story so the captain decided on returning and steered amid a heavy sea for the nearest port. It was late in the evening before we reached the harbour for which we were making and which was on the opposite side of the island from where we set out.

'I was half-dead from fear and seasickness, and besides I was wet through, so the captain gave up all thought of taking me home and brought me to a small hotel whose landlady he was acquainted with.

He ordered supper and tried to cheer me up, but I felt very sick and preferred going to bed. a little room was opened off the private sittingroom we had engaged and 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.

' "Why dear, how your teeth chatter, you mush have got a terrible chill – we must bring you something to warm your heart, and set your blood in circulation." 'So he went out and mixed a stiff tumbler of hot punch and 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 brain swim. I was sitting up in the 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, at least just now. Rest your head on my bosom, and the effect will soon pass." 'He drew me close as I leaned against him, and began squeezing and moulding my breast; but I was too much upset to mind him, until I felt his hand inside my dress, pushing down over my belly. I then caught it with mine and said, "Oh, uncle, how can you? You forget that I am your niece. Oh, take your hand – indeed it is not right." ' "You need not mind me, Laura, 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 pet you here for a moment – it will do you good – so – there's a good girl." 'He had succeeded in pushing his hand down to my cunt and was working two of his fingers between the lips.

' "Oh, uncle, I am ready to faint, lay me back." 'He laid me down, still keeping his hand, however, between my thighs, then he kissed me and said, "My sweet Laura, I am fonder of you than of anyone else in the world; your aunt, as you know, is dying. I never intend 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 her fortune on you.

'All this time he had skilfully frigged my cunt, and I felt a pleasing warmth stealing over me, and a hot glow pervading my quim and the region around. I accordingly permitted him to spread my thighs more open and made but slight resistance as he uncovered them and kissed my cunt. My excitement increased, and my hand, which was next him, involuntarily stretched out as if seeking for something. He saw it, and with a smile, placed it on his prick. My fingers closed round it and I slipped its soft skin up and down, and played with the tips of my fingers over its head and around its indented neck. The way to enjoyment was now open; so hastily divesting himself of his coat, trousers and boots he drew me to the side of the bed with my bottom projecting over the edge, then, after regarding for a moment with evident satisfaction the rosy clink lying bare before him, he separated the lips, and inserting the head of his prick, pushed it quickly up.

When he felt the whole of it enclosed in my warm quivering flesh, he leaned over me, pressed me in his arms, and commenced that grand movement which, though old as Mother Eve, is ever new and ever pleasing to her daughters while you and health remain. Suffice it to say, he fucked me to his fullest satisfaction, and then he left me to recover my strength by sleep.

'When I awoke in the morning, as in your case, I found myself in his arms, and the prick whose penetrating power I had so fully experienced the previous evening I felt poking its head with renewed vigour against my thighs. So I turned and took it in my hand while he threw the bedclothes down and, pulling up my shift, examined me all over. Of course, as is the custom with all men, he praised my cunt, then he asked me to lie over him with my cunt on his mouth and suck his prick. I readily complied, and turning my bottom to his face, I rolled gently from side to side as I bobbed my head up and down on his prick so as to make it fuck my mouth, and I soon felt that contraction of the balls which precedes emission and a hot stream of spunk burst into my mouth and flowed in successive gushes down my throat.

'Such then, my dear Queenie, was the commencement of my queer connection with my Uncle St John – half daughter and whole mistress.

It has been, I must say, a very advantageous and enjoyable connection for me, but it is not one which I would wish to prolong. I have therefore, determined to break it off, if I can do so without offending him, for I love and admire him very much, and your arrival and my marriage with Mat Yeats will, I think, afford me the opportunity I desire; but time will show.'

CHAPTER 9

The wedding voyage

On arrival at Port Royal, we learned that the American War of Independence had broken out and the captain found orders awaiting him from the owners containing instructions 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 leave; so the captain decided that Laura's marriage should take place in the interval before sailing.

Accordingly, we all went on shore, and she and Mat Yeats were duly spliced, the captain and I being the legal witnesses.

Our party was increased by an old friend of the captain's, whom he called Johnny and who was accompanied by a young coloured lady, full of life and fun. I don't know her real name, but they called her Miss Betty.

After a grand feed and plenty of champagne, we drove to a country village, where rooms had been engaged for the night.

Mat and his bride were put into a carriage, and as they drove off with blinds down, we threw old shoes and handfuls of seed after them, and wished them a happy fruitful conjunction.

We soon followed in an inside vehicle, called a buggy, with a black driver on the box. I sat by the side of Johnny with the captain as my vis-a-vis; he had his arm around Betty and his jovial face in close proximity to her blooming cheek.

Altogether, we were a very merry party. The occasion, the exhilarating character of the day, and above all, the wine we had taken combined to elevate our spirits and excite our amorous emotions and desires.

Our fist difficulty was how to stow away our legs; the captain would have it, that, contrary to the usual custom the natural way was for the gentleman to place his legs between those of the lady opposite him.

We objected, but as Johnny declared that the vehicle was the captain's ship for the time being, we were bound to obey his commands.

In the little scuffle that ensued, Betty was discovered to have blue garters. Johnny praised their beauty and said that he was sure mine were equally pretty, and that I ought to favour the company with a view.

The captain applauded his proposal, and kept my legs asunder, while he tried to pull up my coat, to the great amusement of our black driver, who looked over his shoulder, and grinned from ear to ear.

Miss Betty, who fully entered into the fun, exclaimed, 'Queenie's garters are pink, I know, but she has something higher up of a richer colour, and more worthy of your inspection.'

'Speak for yourself, Miss Sly boots,' I replied, 'what is the colour of your own?'

'Hi,' cried the captain, placing his knees under my thighs, and tilting me backward, while Johnny peered up between my legs; 'that's the way – run the possum to his hole.'

'Ha, ha,' laughed Betty, who was bent on mischief, 'it is all ver well to talk of the possum's hole, but I see no signs of the creature himself.'

'You shall not have that long to wait, Miss Betty, for here is one possum,' drawing out his tool, in full erection, 'and I dare say Johnny can favour us with another.'

Johnny needed no pressing. The buttons of his trousers were hastily unfastened, and out sprang a noble prick, full nine inches long, lifting its glowing head in proud erection.

'There, I told you so,' cried the captain, 'look at it, Queenie. Put your dainty little hand on it – oh – ah – it is so nice."

Meanwhile Betty directed her attention to the captain's affair, to his great delight. She opened his clothes down the front, so as to be able to pull out his balls with it, then thrusting her hand in underneath, she pushed on until she reached his bottom with her finger, while she frigged in the most delicate and skilful manner his throbbing, bounding prick.

His hands, you may be sure, were equally busy with her fat bottom, and moist gaping cunt.

Johnny and I were carrying on a similar game; he titillated my cunt into such a mad sate of excitement that I willingly acceded to his request to sit with my naked bottom on his lap, and allow his prick to poke up between the lips of my cunt.

It was well we were on a quiet country road out of the way of observation, or some of us might have come to grief, for our intense excitement made us rather forgetful of the requirements of society, at least in public. However, on this occasion we only met a few black people and deemed ourselves tolerably safe.

So I slid over Johnny, making my buttocks rub with delicious friction against the hairy surface of his belly; then lifting my dress in front that the captain and Betty might see what we were doing, I raised myself sufficiently high to put the firm head of the tool in the furrow where I intended it to work, and pressing down, soon placed it out of view.

'Bravo,' shouted the captain. 'Queenie has, as usual, taken the lead. Let us follow in her wake, and lifting Betty's leg over his, he told her to hoist her stern while he plugged the leak she had there with his oakum rammer.

Miss Betty, being evidently used to the sport, did not hesitate to obey, and uncovering her broad luxurious backside she held her bottom over his lap, while he with skilful fingers fixed the head of his eager prick at the inner opening of her cunt; then she pressed down, and with a rollicking laugh exclaimed, 'I have possum now. Oh, how he pokes his head and dances in his hole.'

Both men discharged immediately, as might be expected, but as they found the situation so agreeable, they begged us to remain seated as we were.

Our black driver too enjoyed the sport immensely, and looking back, he displayed no end of white teeth while he chuckled and rolled about as if ready to fall off his box. In the midst of his contortions, his black tool started out through his pantaloons, which did not seem to be much encumbered with buttons.

'Hello,' cried the captain when he observed it. 'Face about, Pompey, and let the ladies see that bald-headed piccanniny you are nursing there in front.'

Pompey slung himself around and said, 'Good massa, and gentle missy, sense dis nigga de flash am too strong for dee spirit in dis chile,' and with a wide grin he projected the shining head of his enormous prick right into the midst of us. Betty caught it in her hand, and as I was nearest, she pushed it against my mouth.

I confess that I have always had a special penchant for a black prick, so I readily took its sleek head round between my lips and ran my fingers up and down over the satin skin that covered its muscular column.

The view of Pompey's prick entering my mouth reanimated all the rest.

The captain's face reddened with delight as Betty worked herself up and down over his lap, making his tool pass rapidly in and out of her slippery sheath and crying out at each downward thump: 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.'

I screwed my bottom between Johnny's thighs and just as I felt his swelling prick inundate the regions below, a gush of glutinous sperm darted into my mouth from the end of Pompey's noble tool. I swallowed every drop while I squeezed his balls with my hand, and compressed my lips round its indented neck as, with rapid jerks, spurt after spurt flowed down my throat.

I received his emission with more than my usual relish, not only because of the great excitement of the moment, but because I found as I had observed before, that the semen of the negro has a more pungent taste and a more aromatic flavour than that of the white man.

Meanwhile the captain's eyes seemed actually starting out of his head with the intensity of his pleasure as he cried: 'Lift a moment, Miss Betty – let me finish in the rear.'

She raised herself while he quickly transferred his moist tool from her cunt to her bottom-hole.

A flush of delight then came over her face as she pressed down and the soft round head passed into her vitals, while the delicate skin of her other entrance rubbed against the grizzled hair that clustered round the root of his manly tool.

It would occupy too much space to describe all that went on in that conveyance, for the whole drive was one continued scene licentious larking and unrestrained enjoyment.

When we reached the inn, we found that Mat and his wife were in their bedroom with the door fastened, so the captain, after listening a moment outside, cried through the keyhole, 'Go it, Mat! How are you getting on, Laura?'

'Oh, uncle, I am nearly dead, Mat is murdering me with his-'

'Don't mind her, St John. She has her bottom over my face, while she is sucking the very life-blood out of my tool.'

'Well, don't kill yourselves quite, or, if you do, make short of it, for we want our supper.'

We soon gathered round an excellent spread and, while the waiters remained, behaved ourselves with as much propriety as we could, thought a good deal of fingering and peeping passed on the sly.

The landlord, Mr Toots, was a fine-looking mulatto and seemed greatly amused at our party and never spoke to any of us without a broad grin on his face.

I think he must have heard something from the driver, for he watched us all evening and seemed resolved some way or other to join our sport.

His portly wife, took, seemed animated with a similar spirit and ogled the captain or Johnny whenever she brought in a fresh supply of liquor.

We could only obtain three bedrooms and the parlour, which was the only public accommodation afforded by the small inn. So it was arranged that Betty and I should have one room between us, the captain and Johnny the other, while the third was left to the bride and bridegroom.

After a nightcap of grog all around, we retired to our respective apartments.

Betty and I found that our room was between that occupied by the landlord and his wife on the one side and Laura's on the other, and the partitions being thin, we heard many curious noises and mutterings on both sides, but I was so tired and so muddled with drink that I could not remain awake. The last thing I was conscious of was Betty fumbling between my thighs.

I must have been some hours asleep when I felt her hand still playing about my cunt. She had uncovered me, and having drawn me to the side of the bed, had lifted my legs and was busy exploring all between them.

'Oh, Betty, let me sleep. There's a good girl,' and I put down my hand to push away her fingers.

She caught it and held it to one side.

'Why, Betty, what a strong hand you have. What is that you are rubbing between my lips? Is it a dildo, Betty? Where did you get it?

Push it in dear: how well you do it. I could almost fancy it was a prick fucking me.'

Here I heard a chuckle that was not quite of a feminine character and putting my other hand suddenly down I felt the warm prick of a very hairy man prodding my cunt and distending its folds to an extraordinary degree.

'Who are you?' I asked, raising my hand to feel his face. the first thing I touched was a smooth round chin with a big 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.' And I tried to slip from under him, but he only seized me firmly by the hips and fucked away as if his life depended on his ramming his great prick into my cunt to the fullest extent possible. His balls banged against my bottom while the room shook with the concussion of his blows. Then a torrent of hot spunk filled my cunt and effectively stopped all further complaints on my part, I even returned his kiss as he lay panting on my bosom.

After discharging, his prick remained soaking in my cunt without any perceptible diminution while our tongues touched and enfolded one another. He did not long continue quiet, however, for moved by the convulsive throbs of the folds of my cunt he placed his hands under me and grasping the cheeks of my bottom he began to shove again. I spread my thighs and jerked my cunt to meet every thrust while I spurred him on by hammering his backside with my heels.

But alas, for earthly bliss, just as the hot pleasure was speeding on to complete enjoyment, we were both startled by an apparition rising up suddenly behind him in the shape of a tall woman in a white dress and nightcap with her long hair streaming over her shoulders.

'Toots, you vagabond,' she screamed, with her eyes ablaze, 'is it here I find you? Not content with your lawful wife, you grope all the maids and even assault the ladies who come into our house. Get out of here, you lascivious beast,' and setting down the lamp she carried, she threw herself on her husband, and with her arms round his loins tried to pull him off.

But Toots held on like grim death, and seemed resolved that come what may, he would finish the job.

Her outcry, however, brought other actors on the scene; the captain and Johnny followed by Betty each, with a candle in hand, rushed into the room.

'Hallo, Hallo,' cried the captain, 'what's the row? Fight fair boys, two against one won't do,' and dragging off Mrs Toots he tumbled with her on the floor. In the struggle somehow her petticoats were tossed up and the jolly captain found himself between her legs. The result of such a position naturally followed and, to use his own expression, 'before one could say Jack Robinson', his ready prick had plunged into her open cunt.

'Toots, Toots, you cowardly villain, will you stay there and see your wife ravaged before your face?'

Toots turned his head and with a sideways leer, said, 'Serve you right, my love,' and quietly renewed his fucking operation.

Meanwhile Betty, ready to burst her sides laughing, threw herself face downward on my bed and whispered in my ear, 'How did it all happen, dear Queenie? You at least have no cause for dissatisfaction.' And I felt her fingers feeling around the big prick which was plunging in and out through the widely opened lips of my cunt.

Johnny, after surveying the scene for a moment thought he could not do better than follow suit by availing himself of the favourable position of Betty's turned-up bottom, so lifting her shift, he uncovered the two glossy brown cheeks of her dimpled posteriors and poking his prick through a huge tuft of tangled black air, penetrated her wellmoistened recess.

The captain, who was revelling in the enjoyment of a new cunt, even so well-used an affair as that possessed by Mrs Toots, was delighted with the additional incentive afforded by the view of Johnny's unexpected attack on Betty's quivering bum, and renewed his exertions with increased vigour.

Then we all had a few hours' rest and after breakfast we returned to Port Royal, and so ended Laura's wedding trip.

CHAPTER 10

The Governor and his family

As the captain expected to return to Jamaica after a few weeks, he kindly told Mat that he may take a run on shore during that time with his wife and that he would help the second mate to perform his duties during his absence. He also placed in his hands most honourably the dowry he had promised Laura.

We set sail for Trinidad with the governor and his suite on board.

Sir Charles was an elderly man of the fine old English type, his manner was bland and courteous and from the first he was most particular in his attention to me.

This seemed to arouse all the ire of his proud and jealous wife. She was positively rude in her conduct toward me and made it her habit whenever she saw us conversing together to swoop down like a bird of prey and carry off her meek old husband in the midst of a storm of reproaches to him and angry glances at poor innocent me.

The captain had given up his cabin to the governor and had taken Mat's while the governor's daughter, Blanche, was located in the one next to mine at the opposite end of the saloon. She was several years my senior and being filled with grand notions of her birth and station was cold and stand-offish in manner so that we had not much intercourse together. She assumed the role of a prude, but there was something in her eye that told a different tale, and set me on the watch to ascertain whether my suspicions were correct.

She had an English maid, but she was so grievously afflicted by seasickness that she required more attendance than her mistress.

The governor had his own valet, an Italian named Sporio, but he seemed to consider it his principal duty to wait upon the ladies and especially the younger.

They all suffered at first from the usual seasickness, but the governor, being the first to recover, gladly availed himself of the opportunity to ingratiate himself with me, and in consequence of her ladyship's illusage I was more disposed to encourage his advances than I otherwise would have been. The captain also, who enjoyed the joke, to spite the old lady facilitated the enterprise in every way he could.

So it came to pass that one calm evening after sunset we were seated together on the poop; his lady was as yet not able to favour us with her benign presence and his daughter had gone below to preserve her complexion.

The old governor was in high glee; he tucked a rug around he to protect me from the dew which was falling heavily, and after sundry warm speeches and loving pressures, he ventured a kiss.

Emboldened by finding that I did not oppose him, he leaned more against me, and stealing his arm round me said, 'My sweet Queenie, you are one of the most loveable girls I ever met. It is such a joy to sit by you and hold you in my arms, even for a minute.'

'Oh,' I replied, laughing, 'you say that to every girl you meet but what would my lady do if she found you here?'

'Don't mind her, the old witch, she can't trouble us now at all events. Let me, my sweet pet – I will be so fond of you and will give you anything you like or would ask for.'

He kept pressing me back, and trying to get his hand under my petticoats.

'Oh, Sir Charles, this is too bad. I did not think you would attempt that.

I like you very much but I can't let you do that.'

But the old fellow was too experienced in the ways of women to mind my affected opposition and after much struggling he succeeded in forcing his hand between my thighs.

'How firm and plump your thighs are, and this mossy nest, oh how soft and warm it is. Queenie, you are a delicious girl – open your legs – let me between them – there now – don't be alarmed. I only want to see you more easily.'

'O Fie, Sir Charles, take your hand off, how can you be so rude.' He pulled me forward and leaning over me held me down by his weight, while he groped my cunt with his fingers. 'Pray don't, you frighten me – here on the open deck, too.'

I had felt him opening up his dress and slyly taking out his prick.

'Oh my, what are you doing? Don't put that there – you will ruin me – what a lot of fumbling – there, it is in now – take care – do it easy – the captain will see you.'

With much difficulty he had at last got in his prick. It did not seem very large or very strong, so to facilitate its progress, I spread myself more and heaved up gently against him.

'My darling, you have a sweet little quim. It holds me live a glove – move forward a little so that I may get more closely in; you must help me. That'' the way. I am not so active as I once was. Do you like it now?

Does my old tool give you any pleasure?'

To humour him, I replied, 'Yes, Sir Charles, but don't leave it in too long, it might harm me, perhaps.'

After a few gasps and with a spasmodic groan he spent; then, while lying palpitation on my bosom, he asked, 'Did I hurt you much, my love, I felt it hard to get in.'

'Yes,' I said,' at first you did hurt me very much, but when you did get in it felt very nice.'

'You are a dear innocent girl' – much he knew – 'I will be so fond of you and I will teach you all about it. Would you like me to fuck you again?

Say the word fuck, my love.'

'Fuck; you may fuck me again if you wish.'

'Say, with your prick in my cunt.'

'Well, to please you, with your prink in my cunt. Will that do?'

'Yes, let me kiss you for being so good, now I will put my hands under you and press the fat cheeks of your lovely bottom and do put your hand down and hold my prick as it passes in and out of your cunt.'

I took hold of his prick. It felt soft and flabby, but still able to slip in and out. I put my other hand down, and gently pressed and moved his balls.

The old fellow was delighted, and regaining something of his youthful ardour, he fucked with all his might.

'Thanks darling, you have quite warmed my old blood and made me feel myself a young man once more.'

Soon afterward I leaned something of Miss Blanche's doings that placed us on a more even balance. My maid, Zilla, kept me informed of all that was going on in the forecastle. She described her numerous flirtations there, and knowing the gratification it would cause me, told me how she had permitted both the boatswain and the carpenter to enjoy her, each deeming himself to be the sole possessor of her favours, until they mutually discovered one another by both coming to her one night at the same time; when, like sensible men, in place of quarrelling over her they agreed to have her in common, which gave them all the more satisfaction as they could enjoy fucking her turn about or both have her at the same time, which Zilla pronounced to be the best plan of all.

The latest of her conquests was Sporio, the governor's valet. She said he was awfully spoony on her and used to call her Carrissima mia nigra.

She taxed him with his devotion to Miss Blanche. He declared that she bored him; that she had seduced him when he was a mere lad, but that she was so exceedingly kind to him that he was loth to break his connection with her; that although so proud to all the world, she actually fawned on him; and that she had requested the boss to allow him to teach her Italian in her own cabin, under plea of being more free from interruption there than in the saloon; but that he did not like going to her for she did nothing but frig and suck his prick.

When I repeated all this to the captain, he laughed until the tears rolled down his cheeks. 'Ha, ha, ho, ho, only think of our stately flamingo cuddling the tool of that olive-tinted rascal; that would be a sight worth seeing; and not that I think of it, there is no reason why we should not see it. Queenie, my lass, we will circumnavigate them. The panels between these cabins can be loosened. Stay here on deck and remain on guard; while the coast is clear below, and I will go in and try what I can do.'

Accordingly, after some time, he came up to my usual nook on the port quarter, and with a merry twinkle in his eye, said, 'All right, you may set the watch as soon as you please, and be sure to keep your weather eyes open. Remove the loose moulding from the left-hand panel at the end of our berth – you can then slide it to one side far enough to command the whole of the flamingo's nest and all her vagaries, and don't forget to note down everything in your log for me. She will soon be under way now, for I was hardly done, when she came down, and I heard her telling the Olive to bring the Italian dictionary after tiffin.'

So I went below, and passing up the saloon, I observed that Miss Stanhope's door was closed. I entered my own cabin and having carefully shut the door and darkened the port, I softly moved the panel and applied my eye to the small aperture indicated by the captain.

The view that met my delighted gaze was even more lubricious than I anticipated. Sporio was reclining on a sofa, holding in his hand a book out of which he was reading in a low voice.

His trousers were all open in the front and his shirt tucked up under his waistcoat. Miss Stanhope was seated by his side on a low stool with her head leaning against him and both hands on his dark-coloured prick.

She kissed it and gently moved its head about her face, all the while gently frigging it with her fingers.

It was a finely proportioned prick, seamed with blue veins, and holding its head in proud erection, as if conscious of being just such a plaything as any lady of warm temperament would like to fondle and put in her pocket of delight. The book he was reading was Boccaccio's Decameron in Italian; she repeated after him as he translated sentence by sentence, occasionally stopping him to ask questions.

The part they ere engaged on was novel ten, of the third day, were the innocent Alibech is instructed by the hermit Rusticus in the pious work of putting the devil into hell, and is induced to believe that the sturdy prick of the holy man, the view of which has excited her astonishment, was the devil sent to buffet and torment him. 'How happy I am,' she exclaimed, 'that I have there no such devil to torment me.'

'Oh, but you have much more than the devil in that same place, for you have in that same spot the hell in which he ought to be thrust,' and he pressed with lewd fingers the as yet unentered sanctuary of love.

'Permit me, my child, to plunge him into this place of darkness, where he ought to be put, and we shall gain all the delights of heaven.'

She accordingly, most innocently and as she believed most piously, permitted him to perform the meritorious act on her willingly subjected body.

The hermit, having placed her in the most convenient position, and opened the shaded portals of her lovely abyss, proceeded to drive the devil in, greatly to his own satisfaction, but with no small pain to the poor novice, who, afflicted by this forcible entrance into her delicate recess, cried out with the pain and said, 'Oh, padre mio, how wicked this devil must be' – sensing him draw the devil from that hot and insatiable abyss – 'even in hell he causes so much trouble.'

But very soon she found that the prolonged movement of the devil inside caused such delightful sensations, that she begged the good hermit to persevere in his pious efforts.

Blanche seemed greatly amused at the eagerness of the innocent Alibech and said, 'But I don't wonder at her, if Rusticus had as grand a devil as this fellow of yours, Sporio mio, which looks so ready for the warm nook that is waiting for him. Why it is even shedding tears at the thought,' she added as she sipped off a pearly drop that glistened on its summit.

'So be it, Carma mia, how shall I put it in?'

'Lie along the couch. I will mount over you and put it in myself and you can look whether I guide the devil aright.'

She fastened up her skirts, and jumping on the couch straddled over him, holding up her shift as she bent forward and watched the purpleheaded demon while she directed him to the clover entrance of his den; when she had him safely housed she laid hold on a projection over her and allowed the motion of the ship acting on the muscles of her thighs to produce the exciting friction he required.

Her extreme coolness showed what an adept she was in obtaining and prolonging the fullest enjoyment of her pleasures. She continued this mode of operation until she had completely pumped him dry; leaning back his head, he drew up his arms and yawned.

'My Sporio is easily tired today, he must be going too much after new loves. Do you find your dark beauty as attractive as ever, or perhaps it is her petite mistress who is inspiring you with tender passion, is it so?'

'Why no, she has given me no opportunity; but now that you suggest the notion, I will seek for some means of approach, for she is without a doubt a charming little piece.'

'Ah, vous etes mechant, mio Sporio, you only say that to tease me. I can't imagine what you all see to admire in that chit of a girl. She would fain look like an angel, while she only simpers like a fool.'

When I related all this to the captain, he rubbed his hands together in glee and declared he must manage somehow or other to witness with me one of those Italian lessons.

As a special reward for telling him all that passed between Sporio and the Flamingo, and also for describing how I helped the old governor to accomplish his desired fuck, he made me lean back with my cunt fully exposed to the light of the lamp, and then kneeling between my widespread thighs, he gave me a most delicious tongue frig and just as I was going to spend, he arose and buried his fiery-headed prick among the folds of my throbbing cunt, and then finished by entering the more narrow passage which lay so invitingly near and from my position peculiarly open to his attack.

Sporio soon found that his best way of approaching me was through Zilla and he therefore made her large presents and promised her everything in his power to bestow if she would use her influence with me in his favour.

She readily undertook to plead for him, not for the sake of the reward, but from her own natural love for any kind of amour.

She began by telling me how greatly he admired me, and she endeavoured to inflame my fancy by describing his insinuating manner and especially the peculiarly skilful way in which he used his fine tool. 'He has such a coaxing eye and such a warm soft hand, the very touch of it makes one thrill, and then his prick – oh missy, it would do you good to feel how firm and strong and at the same time how soft and smooth it is, and while he holds you with a grip like iron, he moves his hand like a cat'' paw over your cunt, and with delicate fingers tenderly open the soft yielding lips, and then so deftly introduces the luscious head of his pleasure-giving instrument, and oh! The vigorous spring of his active loins, as at every plunge, he fucks – fucks – fucks; until your whole inside seems to rush forward to give it a melting reception. Oh, missy! Only try him, and you will find I have told you but half the truth.'

All this time Zilla had been most skilfully frigging my clitoris; and titillating with the nervous tips of her knowing fingers the entrance of my glowing recess.

'Why, Zilla, you are a famous advocate! You must have been trained in the very courts of Cupid! But suppose I consent, how do you propose to bring it about?'

'Well, missy, that is the difficulty, for if Miss S had any inkling of it, she would just go on fire and set the ship in a blaze; but I have a notion, and if you won't be angry with me, I will just mention it for your consideration.'

'Go ahead, Zilla, I won't be angry, what's your notion?'

'To meet him at night in the saloon after they all turn in; and that might be safely effected in this way: the captain is always casting sheep's eyes at me, and I know well what he wants, so my notion is that if I were to gratify him with your consent, he would willingly connive at Sporio's remaining in the saloon at that late hour, and you could meet him then without fear of any disagreeable interruption.'

'Well, Zilla, your notion is clever enough, and would most likely accomplish the object you have in view; but what an insatiable girl you are! I do believe you would not object to having the whole ship's crew from the cabin-boy up, and perhaps you have, for all I know, and indeed you might for all I care, provided you keep yourself from harm.'

Zilla laughed and her eyes sparkled as she replied, 'Ah, missy, there is safety in a multitude; and after all, we can all tell of the pleasure of variety.'

'Well, that will do for the present, I will think the matter over and let you know.'

CHAPTER 11

Sporio's success

After Zilla left, I pondered over her proposal. I had no objection to an intrigue with the valet, personally, for he was a well-made and, I might add, an exceedingly well-mannered fellow; but the fact of his being an object of such peculiar regard t the disdained Blanche was, in itself, a powerful inducement to me to grant him my favours. In short, my desire was not so much to obtain pleasure myself, as to have an opportunity of paying her some return for her unceasing haughtiness to me; and this seemed a favourable opening for the purpose.

But before committing myself further, I thought it better to consult my friend and ally Captain St John. I told him how warmly Zilla had pressed the valet's suit, though I did not mention her suggestion respecting himself, but I praised her wit, her good nature, and her amorous disposition, and observed that I had no doubt he had marked these traits himself, he was so good a judge of female character.

I saw that the mention of Zilla was pleasing to him and made him more inclined to look with favour on my commencing an intrigue with the valet.

'Well,' he said, stroking his beard, 'I'll not cross your fancy for the Olive, he is young and lusty, and no doubt well able to give you pleasure; but won't you find it hard to manage?'

I then told him of Zilla's plan for him to come to the saloon after they had all turned in and the doors were closed for the night, and I added, 'I would not be at all surprised if Zilla herself came with him, and you, dear old boy, might have a quiet little lark with her at the same time.'

This last decided the matter. He was now more anxious than Sporio himself, and directed me to get Zilla to prepare matters for that very evening, and go charge her to come herself.

I quickly informed Zilla of the result of my interview with the captain.

She was rejoiced, and ran off to tell Sporio. The latter soon showed by his change of manner that he felt himself in a different position as regards me. He never passed me without a respectful salute, accompanied by an expressive glance of his dark eyes which I now observed were remarkably clear and intelligent. He even brought me a cup of tea before dinner, and made some remarks in Italian.

I smiled, and shook my head.

'Ah, I did forget me; my language la signorina does not understand.'

'No, I wish I did, for I believe it is a very beautiful language.'

'It is most beautiful and expressive; if the honour was granted me, I would be happy to teach la damigella.'

'Why not, but we shall not have many opportunities for we are getting near our destination, so when you next find me alone you may begin. I have, I think, the work of a famous author – Boccaccio. I would like to know something of his writings.'

'Certainly, I shall be too happy; perhaps tonight, the signorina might make the opportunity?' and he gave me an enquiring look.

I nodded, and said, 'If the weather keeps fine.' He gave a smile of pleased apprehension, and passed on.

Zilla attended me as usual that evening in my cabin. She was a little more dressy in her appearance, and a good deal more fidgety in her manner than was her habit. Several times she expressed impatience at the old lady and her daughter remaining so long in the saloon. At last they retired and the captain was left alone, poring over his charts and log book.

Zilla peeped out, and seeing him thus engaged, stepped softly up to him and asked when he expected to reach Trinidad.

'Tomorrow afternoon,' he replied, and then asked her would she like to see on the chart the exact spot where they then were.

She said she would, and went close up to him.

'Here is Trinidad, and we are about fifty leagues to the north, just here,' he said pointing to the place with his compasses.

As she stooped over the chart to see better, he put his arm around her, and drawing her down, said, 'Sit here on my knee, my pretty, and I will show you Port o' Spain, where I hope to anchor tomorrow evening.'

With a little coaxing he got her fairly on his knee, and then demanded payment of a kiss.

'What rough creatures you sailors are!' she said, wiping her mouth, and pretending he had scratched her with his board; then he kissed her again to make her well.

'There – that will do – let me go – Miss Queenie wants to get an Italian lesson from Sporio; shall I tell him he may come?'

'Will you promise to return to me, if I let you go?'

'Yes, if you will be quiet and good.'

She hurried off, and quickly returned with Sporio, whom she had found waiting near at hand.

Meanwhile the captain had gathered up his charts and carried them to his own cabin, and as she passed the door, he said; 'Come here, Zilla, leave them to themselves and we shall be more comfortable in here,' and putting his arm round her, he drew her in.

The captain had left his lamp burning at the father end of the saloon, and I went and sat down by it as Sporio came up.

'In obedience to my queen, I have brought Boccaccio. Will mia regina receive me not merely as a teacher but as a humble, loyal and devoted subject?'

His manner and address surprised me a little, and made me conclude that whatever he might be, he was no ordinary valet, and succeeding events proved that my conclusion was correct; so I replied: 'Very well, Sporio, I accept your devotion; sit here at my side and read a little of your Italian, I want to hear how it sounds.'

Opening the book, he said, 'This is a collection of short stories or novels of different degrees of merit and interest told successively by a party of friends; shall I begin with the first, or will you make a selection?'

'I would rather leave the selection to you; choose something funny and amusing.'

'Dioneus is about the funniest of the party, and one of the best of his stories is that where he tells how a pious hermit instructs an innocent novice in the ways of love.'

'Oh, I know that story,' I said, laughing, 'it is very funny; does Dioneus tell any other stories as funny as that?'

'Yes, there is something of the same character,' and he turned to novel ten of the ninth day.

After reading a portion, he translated as follows: 'There lived once at Barletta a learned doctor named Barolo who helped his small income by attending the fairs of Puglia; in the course of travelling, he became ver intimate wit a peddler named Pietro di Tresanti. They often travelled together, and Barola, in token of kindness and friendship, always called him "Comrade Peter, and whenever he came to

Barletta, he invited him to sleep at his poor dwelling, and gave him the best cheer in his power. Peter, however, was still poorer having only a little cabin in the village of Tresanti; which was merely big enough for himself, his young and handsome wife, and his ass; nevertheless when Barola came to Tresanti he brought him to his cabin and received and honoured him in the best manner he could, out of gratitude for the treatment he had met with at Barletta. But when bedtime arrived, Peter could not accommodate Barola in the manner he could wish, for he had but one little bed for himself and his wife; there for Barola was obliged to sleep on some straw near to his mare, who was lodged in a little stable with the ass. Peter's wife, knowing the hospitable reception which the doctor gave her husband when he went to Barletta, was desirous of going to sleep with a female neighbour, in order that he might have her half of the bed. the doctor would not suffer this, but said to her: "My good Dame Gammata, be not troubled on my account, for I am very well off; I can when I please turn this mare into a beautiful girl, and be happy with her; and when I wish to go, I can transform her into a mare; therefore I never separate myself from her." 'The young wife was greatly astonished at this, but believing it implicitly, related it to her husband, saying: "If he is so much your friend as you tell me, why do you not make him teach you this enchantment, in order that you might make a mare of me, and carry on your business with the ass and the mare, by which means we should gain double, and when we came home, you could turn me into a woman again, as I am."

Peter, who in these matters was as simple as his wife, agreed to her proposition, and began with the best grace he could put on to solicit his friend to teach him the secret.

'Barola, who was very crafty, in order to make him all the more eager, endeavoured to dissuade him from such nonsense; but Peter would not be refused. He therefore said, "Since you will have it so, we must rise tomorrow before daybreak, and I will show you how it is done! But the most difficult part is putting on the tail, as you will see."

'Peter and his wife having scarcely slept during the night, and being so anxious about this affair, rose while it was yet dark, and called Barolo, who got up and came in his shirt to their chamber. He began by saying: 'I know no one in the world for whom I would do this but you, and I do it solely to please you, and because you so much desire it; but you must strictly follow my directions, however strange they may appear, if you wish the incantation to succeed." 'They eagerly promised to obey all his commands, and do everything he bade them. Barolo then placed a candle in the hands of Peter, and said: "Notice well what I do, and remember what I say; but have a care, as you love yourself, that whatever you see, you utter not a single word, or you will spoil the whole; and pray that the tail may be well put on." 'After this Barolo made Gammata strip herself stark naked, and go down upon all fours after the manner of a mare. He then began with his hands to rub her face and head, saying: "This will be a fine mare's head," and touching her hair, "This will be a fine mare's mane"; examining her arms and legs, "These will be fine limbs for a mare," next, with lingering fingers, he felt her soft voluptuous breasts, and finding them full and round, he said, "These will make a good mare's chest"; then he passed his hands over the smooth belly, using words, then down her fleshy thighs which he caused her to spread open as much as she could, and coming close up behind, he began to examine with curious touches and prying looks her buttocks and all the secret parts adjoining.

'Meanwhile Peter, rather impatient at the slow progress of the charm, held the candle and looked on curiously while Barolo moved his roving fingers over that rich valley, the abode of love and pleasure, which lies between those voluptuous orbs, and which was divided down the middle by a furrow having round swelling lips of a glowing pink inside, and whose edges even now glistened with the dew of passionate desire.

"Peter was not altogether satisfied at this close investigation of his wife's secrets, especially as she did not at all object to it herself, but he was afraid to speak lest he should break the spell.

'Now nothing remained but to put on the tail, the most important part of the undertaking, for it would be the completion of the charm and the accomplishment of the doctor's design. But Gammata had nothing in that quarter which could be use for transformation into a tail, so Barolo had to supply the deficiency himself – but I am almost ashamed to proceed unless my queen commands me-'

I hung my head to hide my blushes as I whispered: 'Go on.'

Laying the book on my lap he slipped off his seat, and knelt on the floor, leaning forward against my knees, and thus gently forcing them apart. I felt his hand stealing up the calf of my leg as he continued, 'Barolo raised his shirt, and taking hold of that staff of love which distinguished him as a man, he planted it, O, my queen, to Peter's great amazement, in the sweet furrow of his wife which lay near the spot whence the tail should spring, a lovely, warm, and juicy furrow, like the one you have here, O, my love; open, dear – open those voluptuous thighs, which stand like twin pillars guarding the portals of bliss. O, my beloved! How good and kind you are! Lean back a little; suffer me to raise this envious veil; oh, what beauties burst upon my view! What intoxicating fragrance exhales from this mouth – so mossy and so sweet!

Let me kiss its luscious lips; and suck this rosebud clitoris which so temptingly uprears its tiny head! Oh, sweet chink of love; wrinkle of desire and furrow of delight! Who can resist they power or worst thee in the fight! Carrissima mia, thy cunt is heaven to me – O, let me enter in.'

Embracing me with one arm, he leaned over me, while with his other hand he directed the loving head of his eager prick.

He rubbed its soft point up and down that most sensitive furrow. He stopped at the entrance, and oh! He knew where to find it. He pushed; it entered; and the dear thing passed up like a living creature. I felt its head penetrating my vitals and pressing into my womb. When he had driven it in as far as possible, and the whole length of his prick lay buried in my belly, and his balls pressed against my bottom, he exclaimed, 'Oh, my Beloved, my long-felt desire is more than gratified, I hold my queen in my arms, my prick revels in her cunt, my balls rub against her bottom, and as I kiss her sweet lips, I fuck – fuck – fuck,' and at every repetition of the word, he drove home his prick with increased energy, and made his firm stones bang against my upturned rump.

I have had larger pricks in my cunt before, but I never was more firmly embraced yet at the same time handled as tenderly as a babe by its nurse. I felt as if I had nothing to do but spread myself open and receive all I could of his pleasure-giving tool.

We both groaned together when the moment of transport arrived; and, clasped in each other's arms, we lay in that sweet calm which succeeds fully gratified enjoyment. Opening my eyes, I caught a bright glance of triumphant love as he enquired, 'Is my queen satisfied with the devotion of her slave?'

With a smile and a hug, I whispered, 'Mio Sporio,fuck me again, and yet again – fuck – fuck – fuck – fuck,' heaving up my rump and compressing his prick in the hot folds of my cunt.

A depth of love gleamed in his dark eyes as he responded, 'Mia Carrissima, I have enjoyed many women, but my queen has given me more rapture than any other; I have sported with many and various cunts, but that of my queen is facile princeps, the very abode of bliss and acme of delight.'

Then as he leisurely recommenced his thrilling movements, he said: 'While thus pleasantly engaged, it may be well they my queen should be made acquainted with the true quality of the man whom she so highly honours. Though now in the humble position of a valet, I am the younger son of a noble Florentine family. When my elder brother inherited the family title and estate, I was a boy of twelve years old. He treated me harshly and made my life so miserable that I ran away from home and went to sea. I joined a vessel that traded with the Spanish island of Cuba. After making several voyages, I fell among a set of free-booters. In an affray with the Guarda Costas, some of the latter were killed. A price was then set on our heads by the government. I fled to Jamaica to get under British protection, and after some time, being in great distress, I gladly accepted the situation I now hold under governor Stanhope. He knows something of my antecedents, and has been very kind and indulgent, allowing me much time for study and self-improvement; which has been of great service to me. Since I left home, I have mastered the Spanish language, and attained a fair proficiency in English, as you probably have observed.'

Here we were interrupted by the sudden heeling over of the ship on one side, and a frightful roar overhead as of a mighty tempest. The captain rushed half-dressed out of his cabin, ran to the barometer, and exclaiming that a hurricane had burst upon us, ran up the companionway closely followed by Sporio.

CHAPTER 12

The capture by pirates

A terrific storm has indeed arisen with scarcely any previous warning, as is usual in the Tropics. When the captain came on deck he found everything in confusion. All hands were piped up; but before it was possible to take in sail, the fore top-mast and jib-boom were carried away, and the ship encumbered by the wreckage, became the sport of winds and waves.

Sporio offered his help and soon proved himself to be a smart and skilful seaman. After great exertions the wreckage was cleared away and the ship got under some control but so great was the violence of the storm, that we were compelled to let the ship drive before it under a treble-reefed spanker and foresail.

Meanwhile in the cabin all was terror and confusion. Lady Stanhope and her daughter caught hold of one another and shrieked. The sea poured down the open hatches. The smashing of glass and crockery added to the din. The lights were out, we were up to our knees in water; and everything that could move was knocking and plunging about.

At last the ship righted herself a little, and, with Zilla's help, I got the lamps relighted, and the place into some kind of order.

Sporio and the captain visited us occasionally, and assured us there was no further cause for alarm, as the worst was over, and they were now busy putting the ship to rights.

Next afternoon the storm ceased almost as suddenly as it began; but when our position could be ascertained, it was found that we had been driven far out of our course, and that we were not far from the coast of Mexico.

The sea gradually went down, and every effort was now being made to get the ship into sailing trim again. In this service, Sporio turned out to be a valuable aid. The captain was delighted with him, and with the governor's permission appointed him mate – his jury-mate, as he called him – for the time being.

But now came a sad and sorrowful turn in my ever-changing life.

During the calm of that night, when most of the crew were taking a little rest after their violent and long-continued exertion, we were boarded by two large boats crammed with armed pirates. They had observed the crippled condition of the ship, and stole upon us in the dark without being noticed until just alongside.

The captain and the watch on deck made the best fight they could, but were quickly overpowered by numbers, and my gallant friend, so kind, so genial and so true, was slain bravely defending his ship and doing all in his power to protect those entrusted to his charge. Alas! Alas!

Such is life.

The pirate chief, whom they called Don Pedro, soon made his way into the after cabin, accompanied by his two lieutenants.

Then commenced such a scene of outrage, lust and violence, as is difficult to describe.

Don Pedro had already made himself acquainted with the number and quality of the women on board, and also with the rank and office of Governor Stanhope. He addressed him in a kind of Spanish patois, mixed up with Yankee oaths and slang phrases, to the effect that he was his prisoner, and that he would keep him under strict guard until a full and sufficient ransom was paid by the British government; that he regarded the ladies as his proper spoil, but that their lives would be spared if they were obedient and submissive to him and his mates. 'But remember,' he shouted, turning to us with a dreadful look and a fearful curse, 'Mesdames, if you oppose me, or offer any resistance, I will shoot you through the head, and pitch you out of the cabin window,' and by way of emphasis he fired off his pistol close to our faces as we sat crouching together.

He then bound the old governor to his seat, and directed his lieutenants to drag out Lady Stanhope and strip her naked.

She cried and entreated, but it was all of no avail; they never stopped until they had her stripped of every stitch except her stockings, and placed her standing in the midst with her hands tied over her head, and the cord fastened to a ring in the beam above.

Don Pedro surveyed her with the cool air of a connoisseur, and with a Spanish oath pronounced her a fairer bit of mutton than might have been expected.

And indeed, I was surprised myself; I knew her to be fair and fat, but I had no idea that she had such a smooth white skin. Her belly was round and full, a little protruding perhaps, but it was set off by an unusually large tuft of jet black hair that filled up all the space between its lower part of the adjoining thighs; but what attracted my attention were the two half-globes behind; not only were they extremely full and beautifully shaped, but they had a more dazzling whiteness than any buttocks I had ever seen.

The next order was given to strip her daughter in like manner. Poor Blanche, sobbing bitterly and shivering with fright, clung to me; our common misfortune having drawn us together, and dissipated her foolish pride, she cried most piteously, 'Oh, Queenie, can't you save me? Oh! What shall I do?'

I tried to comfort her by saying, 'We have nothing to do but to submit as best we can, and hope for better things.'

As they were dragging her away, one of the men, whom I heard called Carlo, stooped close to my ear and whispered in good English: 'Offer no opposition – be courageous, trust and wait,' and giving me a significant look, added 'Sporio.'

My heart bounded at the word. 'Sporio will save us,' I said to myself, 'I will be courageous, trust and wait.'

Blanche resisted more than her mother, and when they attempted to remove her chemise and drawers, she screeched and kicked with all her might.

Don Pedro grinned in satanic pleasure, and told them to throw her on her back on the table, and hold her legs asunder, while he fucked her in the presence of her father and mother; but first, let the old fellow enjoy a good view of his daughter's cunt and ass; I suppose he has not looked upon those precious secrets since she was a baby.

They took her up bodily and carried her over to him, and held her up, so that he could not help looking at the rich hairy gap that extended down between her widespread thighs. But to say the truth, he did not seem to regard it as any great punishment to be forced to gaze on his daughter's nakedness.

'Make him kiss it, boys, rub his old nose into his daughter's private scent-bottle.' They pressed her cunt and bottom to his face, and rubbed it up and down over his mouth and nose.

I hope I don't wrong him, but I saw him smack his lips when they let her down, as if the taste and smell were both pleasant and exciting.

'Lay her down on the table again, and now bring forward that little half-breed' (poor me), 'and let us see what she is like when peeled.'

When they put their hands on me, I said, 'Please don't, let me do it myself.' And Carlo nodded approvingly, as I quietly divested myself of all my usual coverings. Then Don Pedro, beckoning me to him, said: 'Good, my little dame, you are now the best; now find my pego and bring it into view.'

I understood him tolerably well, for I had learned something of the mongrel jargon he spoke from two runaway slaves that were found by Captain St John in an open boat off the island of Cuba and brought by him to my father, who treated them well and placed them among his negroes. They were great friends of Zilla's, and we picked up from them a smattering of Spanish as it was then spoken in the Indies.

So I at once obeyed, and knowing something of his dress, I unbound the rich shawl round his waist, and opening his tight-fitting breeches, I groped for his prick, and soon drew it out together with the wrinkled bag that held his large firm stones.

Pirate though he was, he had a handsome tool, and his cods were large and round like a stallion's.

He was evidently pleased at the way I regarded his affair, especially when I frigged it softly up and down; but I quite won his heart when I pressed its smooth glossy head to my lips, and allowed its point to pass into my mouth.

After enjoying this little by-play for a moment, he got up and went to the table where the other two were holding Blanche still struggling on her back. She was keeping one hand pressed firmly on her cunt, while she kicked violently with her feet, and bit and scratched any part of them that came within her reach.

Don Pedro laughed at the frantic exhibition she was making of herself, and seizing her hand he pulled it roughly off her cunt, whereupon she drew it back and fetched him such a box on the ear that the smack sounded through the cabin.

The two lieutenants, though somewhat alarmed, could not refrain from laughing; while he, stunned at first by the affront, grinned most maliciously, and ordered them to turn her over.

He then smacked her bare bottom with the full force of his muscular arm until he made it all over as red as a cherry.

Then drawing apart the lips of her cunt now of the brightest crimson inside, he plunged his fiery-headed prick into its soft recesses, and proceeded to fuck with great skill and tremendous vigour.

This mode of treatment soon caused her to cease struggling and submit quietly to what was now clearly and palpably inevitable; besides, the very excited state of her bottom must have rendered the action of his prick in her cunt agreeable.

As soon as he had discharged, he drew out his inflamed tool, and sitting down to rest, he called one of the others, named Federigo, and told him to go at her now, as he knew he had a special fancy for a buttered bun (i.e. a cunt just wetted by another's spunk).

Federigo needed no second invitation, but at once took his chief's place, and plunged into Blanche's well moistened gap. I expected she would cry out, but not a bit of it; she seemed to relish the second turn more than the first; and, what appeared to me still more strange, her mother, who at first had kept her head turned away, now watched with growing interest the rapid jerks of Federigo's rump as he drove his eager prick in and out of her daughter's highly excited cunt.

Meanwhile Don Pedro directed me to pull out the governor's affair, and frig it into life. I obeyed at once, and as I knelt before him, petting and kissing the dear old prick with which I was already familiar, he told me to cock my rump, then motioned to Carlo to take me in the rear, if he liked.

Carlo came with alacrity and knelt behind me, and putting his arms round under my belly leaned over my back, and poking his stiff prick up between my thighs, whispered in my ear, 'I won't, unless you give your kind permission.'

'You may,' I answered, 'for I like you, Carlo,' on which the old governor smiled at me, and being soothed by my attention to himself, said, 'You are a brave sensible girl, Queenie. You understand that when our kismet comes we must bend before it whether we like it or not, and true philosophy teaches us to try and make the best even of adversity itself.'

His stiffening tool however plainly showed that his kismet had not deprived him of the capacity for amorous enjoyment. It literally bounded in my hands as he watched Carlo pushing his prick into me from behind and with firm but gentle strokes reach the desired goal, just as Federigo with a shout poured his boiling sperm into Blanche's overflowing cunt.

Meanwhile Lady Stanhope was standing with her hands tied over her head, and although evidently tired of that constrained position was intently watching all that was going on.

As soon as I stood up, she appealed to me to get her released.

'Tell him,' she said, 'I will be quiet and obedient, too, for I see that no good can be gained by resisting.'

I at once begged Don Pedro to have her hands untied, and promised that she would comply with his desires as far as possible.

'Well, we will give her a chance,' and he told Carlo to cut the cords binding her hands. Then turning to me, he desired me to order Blanche to stand on the locker over her father with her legs on each side of him and her cunt on his mouth.

With great difficulty, I got her to obey this unnatural command, and indeed she only complied when her father himself told her it was wiser to obey as their lives were in peril.

I don't think he felt any great disinclination himself, for as soon as I had got her into the required position, he began to lick with evident gusto all within the savoury chink.

Don Pedro observed it too, and cried, 'So far, so good,' and turning to me, said: 'Now, get the mother to stand up too, and frig her daughter, while the father licks her cunt; so we shall complete the family circle.'

Seeing that her ladyship hesitated, he pounded on the table with the butt of his pistol and so terrified her that she jumped upon the locker at once, and putting one hand on her daughter's buttocks, she frigged with the other the upper parts of her cunt, the chink below being filled with her father's tongue.

He next told Federigo to stand on the locker at the other side, and present his prick for Blanche to suck. She threw back her head in disgust, but the old gentleman said, 'Suck it, Blanche; anything to satisfy them.'

She then bent her graceful neck and took the pirate's prick into her dainty mouth just as it was, and quickly relishing the taste, rolled her tongue round its swelling head.

Then Don Pedro mounted on the other side, and embracing what he called Lady Stanhope's splendid arse, managed after a few attempts to force his well-greased tool up into her entrails as she stooped forward frigging her daughter's cunt.

I then, at a nod from him, resumed my former place between the governor's knees, sucking his prick and tickling his stones, while Carlo again entered my love regions from behind.

The thought now occurred to me as I looked up what a remarkable tableau vivant we formed. I was struck with the subdued earnestness combined with the most intense action that seemed to permeate each member of the group. Oh, for some artistic eye to discern and cunning hand to portray the scene of impassioned lust and most refined lechery; but there was no one besides the actors in that dimly lighted cabin to witness how that fine old English gentleman, impelled by relentless fate, relished the sapid flavour of his daughter's cunt, while her own mother, driven by the same necessity, with active fingers drew forth its bubbling sweets; she herself enjoyed at the same time the embrace of a lusty pirate, whose prick was buried in her vitals just under her husband's nose; and above his venerable head, his daughter received between her dainty lips the spending prick of another of the band, while his own organ of delight delivered its diminished stream, though with equal pleasure, into the mouth of a sympathising friend.

But this spending, as everybody knows, is rather exhausting work, therefore when the last throb was felt, and the last gush of melting love was poured forth, we gladly changed the tableau, and threw ourselves into various attitudes of repose.

Meantime, I untied the weary hands of the old governor and Don Pedro dispatched Carlo for a supply of the best liquor to be found in the captured ship.

Here it may be well to pause and, in order to make what follows more intelligible, narrate the events which had previously occurred in other parts of the ship, as I learned the afterward.

As soon as the pirates had obtained complete possession of the ship after a brief struggle on deck, they bound securely every man of the crew and locked them into the forecastle.

Sporio, as being only a servant, and because he might be of use in directing their search and providing refreshments, was left at large. He quickly recognised Carlo as an old and favourite messmate, and having taken him down into the hold under pretence of showing him where the governor's plate chest was stowed away, he made himself known to him.

His old friend was delighted to meet him again and said he never should have know him now that he had grown his beard.

In the course of their hurried conversation, Carlo happened to remark that his present life was very distasteful to him. Sporio at once replied that now a grand opportunity of complete deliverance was presented such as might never occur again; that if he joined him in effecting the rescue of the governor, he would be certain not only to obtain a free pardon, but also to be very handsomely rewarded. By these and similar arguments, he induced him to promise his hearty cooperation, but on condition that the lives of the pirates should be spared. Sporio then explained his plan, which was to supply them freely with drugged spirits, and then, leaving them bound in their own boats, to make all sail for Trinidad; that he was able to do this, for he had charge of the governor's medicine chest, in which were large quantities of laudanum, morphia and other narcotics. He then gave him the message for me, and begged him to have a care that we receive no real injury.

This all occurred in a very brief space of time and immediately before Carlo entered the after cabin with Don Pedro. In the meantime, the pirate crew pounce upon Zilla and the English maid; the latter who resisted, was very severely mauled, dragged about, and really hurt; whereas Zilla, who both from necessity and inclination let them have their will of her, escaped comparatively unharmed.

They stripped her, they felt her, they gazed at her turned up and turned down; they sucked her cunt, and they sucked her bottom, above and below, one after the other and sometimes three and four together; for her part she played with their pricks, petted their stones and tickled their bottoms; she frigged them and sucked them until they one and all declared her to be the randiest and most gamesome little devil they had ever met.

She certainly did display the most wonderful powers of endurance.

She told me that after the twenty-fifth fuck she gave up counting, and that for more than two hours her hands, mouth and cunt were never without a prick. My belief, from observation, is that if a woman will only submit quietly and keep her temper and humour the men, she can stand almost any amount of fucking without serious injury.

All this time, Sporio had been most liberal supplying them with the strongest rum and other spirits, all well charged with narcotic drugs, and so, by degrees, from the effects of drinking and fucking, they one by one dropped off and fell into a dull and heavy slumber.

Now let us return to the after cabin: Don Pedro, as we have seen, feeling not a little exhausted after his exertions, told Carlo to find out from the governor's servant where he kept his master's store of spirits, and to bring in a good allowance of the best.

Carlo obeyed with great readiness, and soon returned with Sporio, carrying a case of choice rum, 'the finest Old Tom', he said, and proceeded to draw the corks while Sporio provided drinking vessels.

As the latter set a cup before me, he whispered: 'Don't drink, only pretend, to make them take more.' They pressed us to join, and we all sipped a little while we kept their glasses filled, for though I did not know the reason, I saw that both Carlo and Sporio were trying to force drink on them. But indeed they did not require much forcing, and very quickly the drugs began to take effect; they nodded their heads and soon fell into a heavy stupid sleep.

Now came the time for action: their weapons were carefully removed, and then Don Pedro and Federigo were gagged and tied up in the strongest manner, while we poor women, trembling with eagerness and excitement, were joyfully putting on our clothes after having been stripped for the past two hours.

Then Sporio and Carlo went to look after the other pirates; they found that all between decks were asleep, and that Zilla had cautiously put away all their weapons, but there was still the watch on deck and also a couple of men in each of the boats. They had all taken a share, however, with the exception of one man who refuse to take any in the most determined manner – he said he had killed a comrade in a drunken fit, and though acquitted by his fellows he had sworn to his patron saint not to touch spirits for a year.

Zilla was in despair, but Sporio suggested taking in a cup of coffee well dosed with morphia.

She lost no time, and was quickly at his side putting forth her wheedling powers; she wanted to be with him, she said, and had brought him that cup of coffee as a mark of her special favour; who could resist her? The coffee was drunk, and the certain effect speedily followed.

So with respect to all the others, in turn they each succumbed to the influence of the potent drug; then having been securely bound they were lowered into their boats and laid along under the thwarts, without weapons, and with only two oars for each boat, lest they might afterward pursue the ship. Then they were cut adrift and left to their own resources. Our own men had of course been released as soon as it was possible to do so with safety, and they now, under the direction of Sporio, bent every available sail and soon left the pirates far astern.

Sporio, with the consent of all, assumed the command of the ship, with Carlo as his mate, and steered for Trinidad. He was now the hero of the day. The governor was profuse in his thanks, and we all hailed him as our deliverer and lauded his coolness and his skill.

But poor Lady Stanhope was taken very ill. She had long suffered from heart disease, and the excitement and terror of that night proved too much for her, and notwithstanding that her daughter and I attended her most assiduously, aided by Sporio's medical resources, she passed away, and the next day her remains were solemnly committed to the deep.

This sad even threw Blanche and me more together and cemented our newly formed friendship. The old governor, too, in spite of his sorrow seemed relieved, and joined his daughter in requesting me to make their house my home during my stay on the island. He said he would write to my father to allow me to remain with him as companion to his daughter, and that he would look after my education himself.

His invitation was acceptable to me for many reasons and I gladly consented to stay at Government House until a reply had been received from my father.

We saw no more pirates, and after a quick and pleasant sail cast anchor at Port of Spain where, thankful for our miraculous escape, we gladly prepared to enjoy once again the comfort and security of our freedom.

Content

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The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.1

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12