'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
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.