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.