About this time Zilla, who rendered me willing and valuable aid in my efforts to please the old governor, received into her charge a pretty young girl to train as lady's maid. She was the orphan daughter of a soldier, Susy by name and just fifteen years of age. The governor was greatly pleased when he heard of it and said it would be such a treat to see her in the bath with me and hear us talk together, and 'my Queenie knows the kind of talk that will please her old Charlie best.'
I planned the matter with Zilla, who was to be her initiator in the first instance and who promised carefully to report progress to me. She therefore brought her to her own room, and they slept together the first night. Next morning when Zilla attended me as usual she told me she had no difficulty in obtaining Susy's fullest confidence; that she had a charming little cunt with smooth lips and just a suspicion of light silky hair at that part of the projection where the slit begins; that the little rosy clitoris was very sensitive and easily excited, and that altogether, from her disposition and previous learning, she was fitted and prepared in no ordinary degree for all kinds of amorous sports and enjoyments.
Zilla also fount out that although Susy had not as yet been regularly fucked, she was perfectly familiar with the act and knew the names of all the parts employed — and liked to talk about them too; that she had seen her mother fucked by other men besides her own husband; and that one of the officers had frequently petted and looked at her cunny as a child, and taught her to frig and suck his prick. I said I would like her to attend me when taking my midday bath, and went on, 'You may tell her, Zilla, as if from yourself, you know, that the more free and unconstrained she is with me, the better I will like her, and that nothing would please me more than to hear from herself a full and minute account of all she has ever seen and heard of these interesting matters, for I am exceedingly curious about such subjects.'
The old governor was delighted when I told him all this, especially when he heard that Susy had a smooth little fat cunt with scarcely any hair on it. 'How I shall enjoy,' he said, 'seeing her naked with you in the bath!'
So on the following day, I had him snugly ensconced in the towel press, seated on a chair and able through a slit in the door to see and hear all that passed in the bathroom.
I was soon puris naturatibus, but I observed that she hesitated about pulling off her shirt.
'Why Susy!' I said, laughing, 'You don't mind my seeing you naked, I hope; it is natural enough to be ashamed before men, but it is excess of modesty for women to mind one another, for I expect we are all furnished pretty much after the same fashion. That's right,' I continued, as she drew her shirt over her head, 'and certainly,' I said, drawing her toward me and putting one hand on her bottom and the other on her smooth plump little cunny, 'you have no reason to hesitate, for you seem very nicely furnished for so young a girl; come: let us compare together.' of course my object was to make the girl display her young charms in the fullest manner, and to lead her on to lascivious talk so as to give more gratification to my dear old Charlie, who was, I knew, at the moment, rubbing up his old cock as he feasted his eyes on her budding cunt of fourteen summers.
I drew her forward to race the press, and passing my hand over her pretty rising mount, asked, 'Is it ling, dear, since these silky hairs began to sprout?'
'No, missy, it is only within the last month that I observed any hair to be growing there.'
'These fat round lips are very soft, and this funny little lump between, how it slips about, do you often pet it with your finger?'
'Sometimes, miss,' she said, as she laughed and blushed.
I laughed too, and as I frigged her, said: 'Susy, you and I will be good friends, I think. and now, let me assure you that the more confidence you have in me, the better I will like you; and besides, I know very well what girls are, and that no matter how demure they are before men, when they are among themselves, they delight in unrestrained liberty, both of speech and action. And moreover, I don't think the worse of a girl, provided it be done wisely and discreetly. Now tell me, dear, was this pretty little chink every touched by a man?' I asked, still continuing the frigging, so that she twisted and started as often as I pressed the sensitive top of her tiny clitoris.
'Yes, miss, Oh!'
'By more than one?'
'Yes, miss.'
'Often?'
'Yes, miss.'
'Ah! I thought so and I like you all the better. Now let us take our bath, and we can finish our talk afterward.' We then stepped in and enjoyed the refreshing effects of the cool water while we dipped and splashed about.
Susy grew more familiar as we played and toyed together, and became quite affectionate as she dried me afterward.
Before we put on our things again, I said, 'Sit down here with me awhile, Susy; lean back and open your thighs, you have a charming little loose chink and I want to get a good view of it; now tell me, who touched it first, and how did he do it; but first tell me, do you know my name for it?
'I do, miss, but I am ashamed to say it?'
'Why need you be ashamed? is it cunt?'
'It is, miss.'
'Well, say it.'
'Cunt.'
'And before you proceed, what is a cunt for?'
'Oh, it is for — for-'
'Out with it.'
'Well, it is for fucking.'
'With what?'
'La, miss, you want me to say everything.'
'Of course I do.'
'Well the, fucked by a prick.'
'Good girl, now go on.'
'Well, miss, the first man who touched my cunt was captain Joyce. My mother was her washerwoman and she used to send me to carry home his clothes. He always got me to put them away for him in his drawers.
He knew the time of my coming and generally had cakes and something nice for me to eat. One day he kissed me and called me his pretty little maid. He quickly saw that I felt flattered, for at that time I thought it a great thing to be kissed by an officer. Then he got me to sit on his knee and tickled me, first under my arms then between my things; at last he got his hand upon my cunt, and after awhile he prevailed on me to lie back, open my legs and let him look at it; and what do you think, nothing would satisfy him but to kiss and lick the inside with his tongue! Was that not horrible?'
'Not at all, dear Susy, it is quite a natural thing for a man to kiss and suck the cunt of a nice girl like you; why I have known even women to kiss each other's cunts; but go on, what did he do? did he show you his prick at all?'
'Indeed he did, he coaxed me even to unbutton his trousers, and take it out with my own hand, and then he showed me how to frig it up and down, and got me to kiss it and suck its head; one day he stropped me stark naked, and placed me across his lap with my bottom to his belly, and he pressed his standing prick along my slit in front, while I frigged it with one hand, and stirred his balls with the other, and soon a lot of hot milk spurted out of it all over my belly.'
'Did he ever try to get it into your cunt?'
'Yes, often, but I was quite too small, though he hurt me a good deal.'
'Did you ever see anyone fucked, Susy?'
'Oh, dear yes, I saw my mother fucked, and indeed most of the women in the barracks.'
'I am so glad; tell me everything and all about it; but, I declare, Susy, I do believe you are spending — stay let me taste it'; and putting my hands under her plump little bottom, and my face between her widely spread thighs, I rubbed my nose in the sweet savoury chink, and lapped up the hot rich juice that exuded from its excited depths.
'Dear miss, how pleasant that is,' she said, wriggling about, 'how kind and good you are! I never felt anything so nice; let me kiss and suck your sweet cunt in return.'
'Here then, Susy, I will hold it open for you while you suck it, and slip the tip of your finger into my bottom, I love to be tickled there at the same time, yes, that is very pleasant.'
I lay back, so that Charlie might have a good side view of my cunt while Susy sucked it, and as she leaned forward, her own pretty little bum with its round hole just over the rosy chink of her cunt was turned to him too.
'O! Susy dear! I am spending now, suck it, love, suck my cunt,' and putting down my hands, I pressed her head between the wide-spread thighs as I felt the sweet suction of her lips on the clitoris and the point of her tongue darting into the sensitive orifice beneath.
'That is a good girl, you gave me great pleasure, Susy; I must see that you are nicely fucked some of these days; how would you like to feel a good prick going into this little chink?'
'It would feel very nice, I am sure, but would you really like to see me fucked, miss?'
'That depends upon whom you were fucked by; how would you like to be fucked by the governor?'
'La, miss, sure he would not care to fuck a girl like me.'
'Why not, Susy, you could give him as much pleasure as the finest lady in the land.'
'Oh, but isn't he too old? He might not care for that sort of thing now.'
'Ah, he is not as old as he looks! What's more, I have reason to know,' I said smilingly, 'that he enjoys a fuck now as much as ever he did in his life.'
She opened her eyes and looked at me in earnest and excited manner.
'What I mean, Susy, is he has no wife now, and you know, a man needs a woman at times, and I am sure you are just the one he would like to have; and if you are inclined to gratify him, I would not in the least object, for I am very fond of him and like to have him pleased, and then he would be very good to you, and might be of service to your mother, too.'
'Well, miss, I will let him, as it pleases you — if he cares for it himself; but how and when can it be done?'
'Oh! I will manage that. He will be taking supper with me tonight; you and Zilla will be there to open oysters for us, and then perhaps we shall all have some fun together; in the meantime, if you care for it, you may have a little play with Davy in the garden.'
She blushed crimson and said, 'Why miss, you don't think that I play with Davy?'
'No, but he plays with you, and is not that much the same thing. Ah you little rogue! You thought that I saw him kiss you this very morning, and, if I mistake not, run his hand up to where your little fanny hides herself.'
'Oh, my, miss! What sharp eyes you have! It was a great piece of impudence in him, but he shan't do it again; if he does, I will give him such a slap as he won't forget in a hurry.'
'Oh, well, don't be cruel, Davy is a merry boy and full of fun; I don't think he means any harm; now go, I am not angry, as you see.'
I was quickly in dear old Charlie's arms; oh! How he fondled and praised me. Love's vocabulary was exhausted in the effort to fined sufficient terms of endearment and delight.
We had a delicious fuck. And here, let me say a word in explanation.
After an unusually wide experience in the matters, I prefer the embraces of an elderly man, provided he has not enfeebled by early excess or self-abuse. As a rule young men are too hasty and precipitate, and their only thought seems to be self gratification.
Whereas, an elderly man is usually more deliberate in his action and more anxious that the woman he is with should fully participate in the pleasure, so that she might more lovingly respond to his emotion; as Byron tunefully expresses it:
All who joy win, must share it -
Happiness was born a twin.
An elderly man also is generally more fond and tender in his love and far less exacting in his demands.
But another deeper reason for this partiality arose from the different way in which the act itself is regarded by the two sexes. Man, who is perhaps by nature and training more selfish, generally looks for pleasure irrespective of the female who supplies it, anyone in fact that suits his purpose will do. it is not so with woman, at least not generally, and I know my own sex well; their chief and highest gratification arises from their capacity to import enjoyment to the man they love, and hence they seldom care for the venereal connection except with one whom they esteem and love. Of course, I don't refer here to those who from unfortunate necessity are obliged to grant favours to anyone who will pay for them; for such as they the poet speaks when he declares:
Let all mankind this certain maxim hold, Marry who will, our sex is to be sold.
With empty hands not tassels you can lure, But fulsome love for gain we can endure;
For gold we love the impotent and old.
And heave, and pant, and kiss, and cling for gold.
I refer only to those who bestow their favour freely, without that wretched greed for money or costly presents which degrades so many.
And with respect to such, I consider that Byron slanders us when he reproduces the French maxim:
In her first passion, woman loves her lover, In all others, all she loves is love.
Now my dear old Charlie, though not perhaps the object of my first passion, had really gained possession of my heart's best affection, and I therefore enjoyed and reciprocated in his embrace with a warmth I experienced with no other man.
I found him always kind, gentle and considerate, and, what would have been a special charm in the eyes of many, he was absolutely free from all tinge of the green-eyed monster, jealousy.
On the contrary, instead of restricting me in dispensing my favours, he was continually urging me to form fresh connections and seek out-oftheway adventures.
Provided I kept his secret inviolate, and that he occupied the first place in my affections, he rather rejoiced in the number and variety of my lovers; in fact there was not an aide de camp or officer in attendance whom he did not suggest as a likely subject for an amorous intrigue; but more of this anon. Now, as he lay soaking in my arms, he asked me to tell him more about Susy and Davy. 'But, how quick the fellow was in making up to her!'
'It turns out,' I said, 'that they are old friends. His father has charge of the barracks garden, and Davy worked there with him, and often brought Susy in to get fruit. So this morning he went out to renew her acquaintance. He seemed delighted to meet her again, and drawing her under the shade of wide-spreading banana trees, he took her in his arms, felt her young breasts, and then suddenly stooping ran his hand up her petticoat. I saw it all, for I was watching through the jalousies, and although she pretended to me that she was very angry, she certainly showed no displeasure at the time, so far as I could observe, for she remained quiet, and even opened her thighs to give him more room; what more might have happened I would not venture to say had not Zilla come into the garden to call her; when she heard Zilla's voice, she jumped and ran to meet her.'
'What fun it would be, if we could watch them together! Could you manage it, Queenie?'
'Well, I might; the kiosk at the end of the grounds commands the whole garden. I pass much of my time there reading in the upper room. If we could get there without being seen by them, we might watch all their manoeuvres and see everything they did through the jalousies. But perhaps the plan would be to take Davy into my confidence, and let him know beforehand that I was looking on and that he was giving me pleasure, as well as getting it himself. You might, without his knowledge, enter the grounds by the wicket gate close to the kiosk, and be there before me.'
'That is a capital notion, Queenie; arrange with him for tomorrow forenoon, and I will come around after dispatching my letters and telling them inside that I am going for a walk; but what would you think of calling him in now, settling with him, and giving him a little sport as a reward? The very thought of it is stirring me up, and making me disposed for a second turn.'
'Very well,' I replied, 'Go in there and conceal yourself while I call him in; I dare say he won't be slow in availing himself of the opportunity.'
So leaving the governor to settle himself again behind the door in my darkened room, I stepped into the garden and called Davy.
After a moment, he showed himself at the farther end, looking flustered and hurriedly getting his dress into order, while at the same time I caught a glimpse of Susy's skirt as she hastily disappeared through a side door.
'I want a bunch of geraniums to take with me in the carriage. Davy, gather some, please, and bring them into my room.'
He quickly followed me with the flowers in his hand. As I took them from him, I said, 'I am sorry to have disturbed you just now, Davy, what were you and Susy about?'
'Oh, missy, I was talking to her and she wanted to kiss me,' he said grinning.
'Very good, and you, Joseph-like, ran from her?'
'No, no, miss, Davy nebba run from a petticoat.'
'I believe you, Davy, you are too fond of what is under the petticoat; forgive me for having called you away from it.'
'Ah! Missy, I have been just longing for you to call me again as you promised; Oh, missy, may I now, just one leetle feel?'
'Well, Davy, if I let you for a moment, will you be very good and do everything I ask you?'
'Dat I will, everything.'
He went on his knees, and I quickly felt one of his black paws roving over my bottom, and the other exploring my well-moistened cunt.
'Oh, how soft!' he muttered, smacking his large fleshy lips, 'it all melting wid lub; let me look.' I helped him to raise my dress. 'Oh, it hab bright colour — red as de rose; and a lubly smell, like one pinky; let me kiss um — oo-oo-ah; and suck um; it hab sweet juice like one sowsap.'
'Now, Davy, stand up before me while I sit on the sofa so; I want to see what you like,' I said, drawing out his black tool, 'why, it is all hot and moist, what were you doing with it?'
'Oh, missy, don't you know? Susy was kissing it.
'Then it must have been with the mouth between her legs; I know by the smell it has; you may as well tell me honestly; I won't be angry with you.'
'Well, missy, I won't tell you one lie, I had just given her one little poke, and was going to begin the second time, when you called me. I felt angry then, but I glad now.'
'Has Susy a nice cunt? Did you every fuck it before?'
'No, missy, but I kissed it. it is very nice, and you can see it all very plain, for it hab scarcely any cubbering, and it bery smooth to suck; but oh missy, I nebba see cunny so nice, and soft, and beautiful as yours; may I get in and hab one little fuck?'
'Yes, Davy, but listen first. I want to see you fuck Susy. To enable me to do so, you will have to bring her into the lower part of the kiosk in the garden, and lay her down on the matting in the corner, with her clothes well thrown up, you know, so that when I look down through the floor of the room above I may see all that you do. I will be there tomorrow forenoon and Susy will be sent into the garden while she thinks I am out riding. And if you do it well, and have plenty of talk too, I will give you a reward soon. Do you understand?'
Davy grinned with satisfaction. 'Good missy, Davy will do all he can to please.'
I then leaned back, spread my thighs, and let him push in his engine of love, turning him so that Charlie might have a view of it as it glided in and out between the clinging lips of my cunt.
'Now Davy, my boy, push home; what do black people say you are doing now?'
'I braggin, missy.'
'And what name have they for the tool itself.'
'Tommy, miss.'
'And what do they call the woman's thing?'
'The whole in her crack.'
'And what is your tommy doing now?'
'He just going to puke. Oh! Oh!!'
'Let him puke away, then.'
Davy now pounded away with all his might, and just as the seed was gushing from him, he let out a tremendous rouser, which so tickled the governor's fancy that he fairly laughed out, but Davy was in such a commotion that he did not observe it.
I then sent him out and gratified my Charlie with another inspection, but would not let him emit; I wanted to save his force for the evening.
After dinner the governor came openly into my part of the grounds and strolled about with me until suppertime; then we entered my boudoir where the lights were burning, and the windows carefully closed. Zilla and Susy were in attendance, and we had a good deal of chaffing with them while they were opening the oysters. The governor insisted on their taking some champagne to refresh them after their exertions, and we soon all grew very merry. The governor began to kiss and tickle them, they retaliated, and Zilla even pulled his beard; in return, he ran his hand up her petticoat and seized the hair of her cunt.
She pretended to be angry, and squealed out; Susy came to the rescue and the melee was tumbled on the floor with her clothes tossed up.
Zilla laughed, and cried: 'Oh, for shame, Susy, you have shown the governor everything you have between your legs.'
Susy struggled to get up, but I held her down, saying, 'Don't mind, Susy, you are just as nice there as any of us; we'll have a peep at Zilla herself by and by.'
Meantime the governor pounced on her, and getting his head between her legs began to kiss her smooth little cunt.
Then, at a nod from me, Zilla unfastened his braces, while I unbuttoned his trousers in front, and drawing out his prick and balls, cried: 'Now then, governor, you are cleared for action; engage under the old flag that for forty years has braved the battle and the breezes.' Susy struck her colours to keep up the metaphor as the governor ranged alongside, and with open arms and legs received him in to her sally-port.
Zilla knelt in front, and holding up her dress, gratified him with a few and feel of her luscious thick-lipped savoury cunt, while I guided his not over-stiff affair into Susy's tender recess, letting it slip in and out through my fingers as I slapped and pinched his bottom to stimulate his efforts.
He ran the usual race of pleasure, and with loud and repeated grunts testified his satisfaction at reaching the desired goal.
Then when he had put himself to rights, he kissed me, and said, 'Darling Queenie, you and your charming maids have given me very great pleasure, I look forward to many happy reunions here; meanwhile, let me remind them, I rely implicitly on their secrecy and discretion, and they shall not repent of pleasing me.'
He then took his departure and we finished the supper by ourselves, and laid our plans for future joy.