'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
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.