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.
Next morning I was awakened at the first dawn of day, by a great tramping of feet and rasping of cables on the deck overhead. Soon afterward the vessel began to heave and plunge as she felt the wind acting on her wide-spread canvas.
At first I thought the motion agreeable, but I quickly found that it produced most unpleasant effects in my internal economy, and I felt for the first time that dire distress called seasickness. As the motion went on the seasickness increased, and I lay tossing and moaning in my bed.
At length the cabin-boy peeped in and enquired when I wished to have breakfast.
I told him I wanted nothing, but to send for my maid, Zilla, as I was very sick.
He replied that she was quite as bad as myself, and so was Miss Laura too, but that he would tell the captain.
The captain soon knocked on my door and asked might he enter. I said, 'Come in.' he came up to the side of my bed, looked kindly at me and told me to cheer up, and take some breakfast, and that I would be all right by and by.
'Oh, I feel too sick to take anything. I feel as if I were just going to die.'
'Not at all,' he said, raising me up. 'You have plenty of life in you yet.'
He held me up with his arm around me, and sick as I was, I remarked how his glistened as he caught a glimpse of my bosom through the opening of my dress.
'Lay me back,' I muttered. 'Oh, I am so sick.'
He laid me down, and as he smoothed my dress, passed his hands lightly over my breasts. 'You are very hot; shall I remove some of this thick covering?'
I grunted approval and he moved his hands over my thighs and rested them on my stomach and asked, 'Is it here that you feel uneasy?'
'Oh, yes, captain. Oh, I am so sick.'
'You are very bad, my poor child, but I know what will do you good; a glass of hot stiff grog – and I will go and mix it for you.'
'Oh, no, I would never be able to drink it.'
However, he went off and soon returned with a steaming hot tumbler in his hand. After much coaxing and entreaty on his part, I gulped down a good portion of its contents. It speedily threw me into a kind of stupor, the excessive sickness moderated, and I lay back helpless and exhausted with a spinning in my brain that made me almost unconscious.
The captain then proceeded to arrange the clothes about me and finding I made no resistance, passed his hand up under my shift between my thighs until he reached my mount, on which the hair was just beginning to appear. He felt about the lips and rubbed his fingers in the chink between them. Then pulling up my shift, he separated my thighs and kissed my cunt. I muttered, 'What are you doing?'
'Taking care of my little pet,' he said, as he drew the covering over me, kissed my forehead and went away.
I lay in a stupor the whole of that day; I felt so weak after the sickness and was so stupefied by the brandy that I was unable to move and did not care what happened to me.
I was just conscious that the captain came in several times to see and enquire how I was getting on, and I think he took every possible liberty with my helpless person, so far as feeling, kissing and examining all my secret nooks and crannies.
In the evening Laura paid me a visit and brought some tea which I found refreshing. She said that she had been very sick herself as it was unusually rough and the ship had had to beat to windward. She asked if the captain had been to see me, and whether he had taken good care of me.
I said he had come in several times to enquire how I was, and had brought me brandy and water, which made me quite stupefied, and that then he took care of me after a fashion.
'Oh, I understand,' said Laura, laughing, 'that is an old dodge of his, and I may as well tell you myself what you would soon find out, that my uncle regards me as something nearer than a niece; and that is the way he commenced. I expect he showed his care for you by taking a liberty or two when perhaps you were scarcely able to oppose him; but you don't mind it, do you my pet?' she said, lowering her hand and passing it up between my thighs. 'What a charming little love-trap you have got, Queenie. I don't wonder at the captain coming to you again and again, after he found a way of getting at it; but how roomy it is.
Queenie, you are not so innocent as you appear; you must tell me all about yourself, and we will have such sweet confidences together. Now put your hand on me here, and feel me while we seal our bargain with a kiss.
Lifting up her dress as she stood at the side of my bed, she took my hand and placed it between her firm, smooth thighs up to an immense bush of hair that clustered at their junction. In the midst of it, I felt the projecting ridges of two fat lips, and to please her I pressed my finger into the moist slit between.
'I guess you are a little roomy yourself, Laura,' I said, as I pushed two or three fingers up the passage.
'Why not?' and Laura laughed, and with a knowing wink said, 'It's well to suit all comers you know.'
'No, I don't know; what do you mean by suiting all comers?' I asked, looking very simple.
'Now, Queenie, don't put on the innocent with me; you know, I am sure, just as well as I do, what kind of comers we like to visit us here, and I would venture a good sum that you know the names too. Now suppose I give you the first letter – P; tell me the second.'
Turning away my face, I answered, 'R'.
'That's right, then I – now go on.'
'C.'
'And I will finish with K, and pronounce PRICK; and then its friend and companion, which you and I are more familiar with: C.'
'U,' I supplied.
'N and T. Now say the word.'
'CUNT.'
'Good,' said Laura, 'so far for the agents, now the act: F-U-C-K, Fuck.'
'You'll do, you are quite up to the mark; just as I thought, you don't want teaching, you want practice, and the captain will give you enough of that, or I am mistaken. But now my dear, you ought to get some sleep, that you will be strong and fresh tomorrow.'
She then got me a cup of excellent coffee with beaten up egg in it, which quite set me up; and as the motion of the ship was more easy, I soon fell asleep.
When I awoke next morning, to my surprise, I felt myself in the arms of a naked man, who stopped my cry with a kiss.
'Be quiet, darling Queenie,' he said, getting over me, and half smothering me with his weight, 'it is only your friend, the captain. I heard all your conversation with Laura last night, and I could not resist the temptation of visiting you this morning, that you may find out what my comer is like; where is your hand?'
He caught my wrist and forced my hand on his prick, while he pushed his knee between my thighs.
'Captain St John, I can't permit that – you had no right to come in here without my leave – let go my hand – no, I won't hold it – I don't want to know how big it is – I won't let you put it in – you are hurting me – Oh.'
'Well, take your hand out of the way – now open your legs more – Oh, my love – let me in – there,' he said as he pushed his prick into my cunt and drove it forcibly up.
When I felt the dear thing enter the region of love, and penetrate to my centre of delight, every other thought passed away, and with the utmost abandon I threw my arms around him and pressed him to my heart.
'That's the way to do it, my darling, heave your sweet little bun. Oh, isn't that good?' he asked working his prick rapidly in and out of my throbbing cunt.
'Have I permission to fuck you now, Queenie?' he asked as he paused for a moment with the whole length of his prick deeply embedded in my cunt.
'You may fuck away; how could I refuse you, captain, while your prick is filling all my cunt.'
My ready use of the words prick, cunt and fuck surprised him into fresh delight, and with successive grunts of satisfaction, he darted his seed into my glowing recess.
After lying on me for awhile, he moved to one side, and having wiped his tool, he placed my hand on it again.
The touch of a new prick was certainly pleasant and exciting; so I said nothing, but quietly played with its head, and frigged the soft skin up and down.
'Queenie, you are a darling, and I am delighted to have you on board.
Laura and I will do our best to make your voyage pleasant and agreeable; and maybe we'll have fun together; get over me now, my pet, and I will fuck you from beneath.'
He drew me on top of him, with my thighs straddled across his hips, then, with his hands on my bottom, he opened the lips of my cunt with knowing fingers and directed the head of his prick into the hot chink.
'Now, Queenie, ride the cock-horse, while we heave up and down together. How do you like this style of fucking?'
'It is delicious,' I replied, moving up and down.
'You do splendidly,' he grunted, driving up his tool; then raising his voice, he cried: 'Laura, Laura, come here, and see how Queenie is fucking me.'
Laura must have been listening close by, for in half a minute she was alongside the bed, and without ceremony she drew off the clothes and laid my bottom bare.
'For shame, Laura, get away you horrid girl; let me up captain,' but he held me round the waist with one of his hands, while he shoved the other up under Laura's petticoats.
She stooped over us and said, as she played with her fingers about my bottom an cunt, 'Take it easy, Queenie, you will get used to it in time; why need you mind my seeing your little fanny enjoys a visit from a newcomer? If you have not learned it before, you must know now how much additional pleasure is derived from a change of pricks; go on again, there's a dear, my looking on will only add to your pleasure.'
'Pull up your shift, Laura, and show Queenie that you are not ashamed to let her see how well prepared and ready you are for the sports and enjoyments of love.'
She at once pulled up her clothes and showed her fine busy cunt with the captain's fingers buried between its pouting lips, and as she withdrew his hand, she pushed it close to our faces, and with a merry laugh, said: 'Look at it, Queenie,' and drawing aside the hair she separated the lips and continued, 'see how red it is inside. If it could speak it would say – Get me a prick – fuck, fuck, fuck – What is the use of having a cunt if one does not use it as it was intended to be used; so commence again,' and poking her fingers into my cunt alongside the captain's prick, she nearly set me wild with excitement.
'Never mind, Miss Laura,' I panted out, as I recommenced heaving up and down, 'I'll have my revenge on you yet.'
She stooped down behind me and said, 'You shall, darling,' at the same time giving me a cruel bite on my bottom just as the captain with a yell of delight shot his spunk up my enraptured cunt, and my own spending poured over his belly and thighsI felt quite ashamed to look the captain in the face when I next met him but he drew me into his cabin. At once he passed his hand up under my clothes, and reaching my cunt said: 'My sweet little pet, you have a delicious quim, and can give a man more satisfaction than any girl I ever fucked. You shall be queen of the ship, while you remain on board. You have only to command, it will be my pleasure to obey. Is there anything I can do to gratify you and prove my devotion?'
'Yes,' I replied, as I frigged his standing prick, 'I would like to see you putting this into Laura.'
He laughed. 'You want to punish her and get pleasure at the same time; but see, here is the means of doing that; she meant this for you,' and he opened a locker and took out a small birch-rod, carefully tied with green ribbon. 'Take this to your own cabin and be ready when I call you. Mate Yeats has charge of the deck, but I guess he and Laura will be flirting together. How shall we get her down?'
'Leave that to me, I'll manage to have her here shortly, and then pretend to go on deck myself.'
I found more difficulty then I expected in getting her away from Mr Yeats, whom she evidently treated as an accepted lover. However, I prevailed on her to go down for a book of poems we had been talking about.
I followed and went softly to my own cabin, leaving the door open. I soon heard Laura saying to the captain in a low voice: 'Let me go, uncle, I can't stay now.'
'Why not? Yeats will have plenty of you by and by. He told me this morning that you had accepted him, and asked my leave to marry you when we called at Port Royal in Jamaica.'
'Well, what did you say in reply?'
'I told him he might marry you as soon as he liked on one condition.'
'What is that?' she asked.
'Only that he must consent to share you with me, and never turn troublesome or grow jealous.'
'Oh, uncle, how could you? That will certainly turn him against me altogether.'
'Not a bit of it, Mat and I understand each other. We have been always free together. He has many times watched me fuck his own sister, and once he got so excited, her fucked her himself before me; so you need not fear that he will draw off on that account. Anyway, let us have one more fuck; give my old fellow a suck first just to put him into good humour.'
'There now, it is fine and stiff. Fuck me now and let me go.'
'Here goes then. I'll lean back and you can mount across me, that's right; how hot your cunt feels; now stoop and kiss me,' he said as he pulled up her clothes over her back. 'If Queenie was here now, she would have a grand sight – a magnificent white arse cocked up and a fine brown cunt below, plugged with a rampant prick; Queenie, Queenie – come here.'
I quickly made my appearance and closed the door.
Laura turned her face toward me as I entered, smiled at me, and said:
"Queenie, it is your turn, now to look on,' and then boldly asked, 'How do you like my bottom?'
'It is beautiful, white, plump and dimpled,' I said, laughing. 'All it wants is to be reddened a little – to make it blush for its impudence, you know, a slight touching up with this,' holding up the birch, 'would make it all right; may I try it, Laura?'
'You may, if you do it moderately.'
'Hold her, captain, I owe her something,' I cried, as I gave her bottom some smart cuts with the birch.
She writhed and bounced over the captain as she felt the stings of the rod on her soft creamy bottom.
'that's right, Queenie, that is the way to put life into her cunt; you can't think how it makes her pobble my prick; punish her well, every whack on her arse adds heat and vigour to her cunt.'
'Oh, Queenie, be merciful – that's enough – I can't bear more – indeed I can't – stop – I say, stop – you have cut my bottom to pieces, you cruel girl.'
The spirit of lust and cruelty got possession of me. I scarcely heeded her cries, and continued administering the most cutting strokes I could deliver, making the pliant ends of the birch reach the tender insides of her thighs and delicate borders of her cunt.
There was mercy in this though, for it not only hastened the consummation, but heightened the enjoyment at the last. Her excitement was now intense, and she so bounced against the captain, and compressed his prick with such force in her cunt, that she caused an immediate overflow of spending on both sides, and the frothy sperm ran down over his buttocks and bottom.
The captain commended her fortitude, and giving her a warm kiss, thanked her for the pleasure she had afforded him, pleasure which had been so much increased through her pains.
I took her in my arms as she shook down her clothes over her smarting bottom, and begged her to forgive me this whipping, which I really could not help – her bottom looked so enticing for the rod – and promised we would be friends forever more. 'Well, then I forgive you, and indeed, I must say that the pleasure at the end more than counterbalanced the suffering which led to it, as you will someday experience yourself.'