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.