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.