The kiosk referred to in the last chapter was a light ornamental structure built in the Turkish style, consisting of two storeys and commanding a beautiful and extensive view of the government grounds and also a large portion of the island.
The lower part was used for keeping garden tools and implements and rolls of matting for covering young trees and plants. The upper part was luxuriously furnished with loungers and easy-chairs; and the windows were protected with outside shutters and jalousies. It was sheltered by a fine old tamarind tree, and was a cool and delightful retreat in the hot sultry weather that prevailed.
I passed much of my time there, and often received Charlie, and other privileged guests. For though living in the house as the governor's daughter I acted in all respects as my own mistress.
The next forenoon, I started to pay some visits, but soon re-entered the grounds by the wicket gate of which I kept the key, leaving the door unfastened after me. Then having given some directions to Davy that would keep him for a time at the further end of the grounds, I returned to the kiosk.
The governor soon joined me, and after a few warm caresses, and a sight and kiss of my cunt, which latter salute he never omitted, he cautiously raised one of the loose boards of the floor.
Then he arranged the rugs and matting so that we could recline at our ease and at the same time see and hear all that passed in the place below.
We had scarcely made all comfortable, when we heard Davy's voice.
'Come in here, Susy, my lub, dis nice cool place. Missy is out, and de garden door locked, so dere is nobody to bodder nor disturb us; sit down on dis nice clean matting, and we will take our fill ob lub and delight.'
He then threw off his jacket, and helped Susy to remove everything but her handkerchief and shirt; then, making her lean back, he spread her legs wide open, and pushed a roll of matting under her bottom, which caused her fair smooth little cunny to stand out and project in a most lascivious manner.
The governor watched it eagerly, while I petted his slowly stiffening tool, and with loving touch sustained its drooping head.
Davy threw a knowing glance upward, and went on, 'Do you mind, Susy, the night when you and I were hiding in the cupboard, and we saw Sergeant Tompson on top of your mammy; and she clutched and hugged him as he darted his great tool in and out of her hairy crack; and how I wondered at your liking to look at dat secret place where did you gib yur first squeak?'
Susy, who was evidently enjoying Davy's lustful toyings, and whose wanton fingers were at the same time busy manipulating his fine standing prick, replied, 'Why should I not look at it, when she let me see it so often before; shall I tell you how I saw it first?'
'Do, Susy, my lub, dere is nothing I would so much like to hear.'
'Well, one night my dad and Corporal Simms agreed to exchange wives, and all went to bed together; they had all been drinking, and I suppose that would be their excuse; however, when they came to the bed, I was in it fast asleep. Mother said something about not disturbing the child, but they all laughed, and dad said: "She's now a well-grown girl, and her time for being fucked will soon come, so she may as well have her first lesson now." Whereupon they took me up and stripped me naked like themselves. When they all got on the bed, dad rammed his prick into Mrs Simms' cunt, while the corporal hoisted mother's legs, and slapping her behind, said: 'Look here, Susy, when will you have a cunt like this?" and he drew open a pair of great hairy lips, showing a long red chink extending from the furry mound of her belly down to her bottom. And not content with my looking at it, he took my hand and rubbed my fingers up and down in that moist furrow.
'Now, Susy, I'm going to fuck your mother, and if I can knock as fine a child as you out of her, I'll be proud — here hold my prick, and put it in."
I felt excited, and not a little curious to see how it was done, so I placed the red swollen nob at the end of his prick in the hot crevice of mother's cunt, and felt the whole prick slipped through my fingers and passed up into her belly until the balls pressed hard upon her bottom.
'Mother only laughed, and said, "In for a penny, in for a pound." And drawing me up, she made me lie with my bottom by her face, and my cunt turned up, so that the corporal could lick and suck it while he fucked her. This seemed to afford him great delight, for he sucked my cunt with such force that he almost sent me wild; while mother bit my bottom as she shook under the impetus of his heavy prods, I could distinctly hear the sound made by his prick as it rushed in and out between the unctuous lips of her receptacle.
'Dad, who was lying on Mrs Simms stretched alongside, though in the contrary direction, and hammering at her cunt with his muscular backside, now turned his flushed face toward us, and seeing how I was placed, panted out: 'Ho! They have got Susy between them; how the corporal sucks her cunny while he fucks her mother; put your hand here, child, and you will feel your father at the same sort of work." 'He then raised himself to let me see the whole of his large prick, as he drew it out of the hairy sheath into which it had been plunged. Child though I was, I was quite familiar with all these things; I liked the look of it, it seemed so strong and full of life and had such a bright ruddy colour. So I willingly put my hand on it and held it firmly as he drove it again into the pouting mouth that seemed to devour it with such relish and satisfaction. It slipped easily through my fingers for it was greasy with moisture and glowing with heat.
'Well, Susy, dey war queer women dat libbid in dat barrack room; but sogers' wives and sogers themselves seem to lib for nutting else dan shagging and drinking. You hab oder funny tings to tell, I know, but you see dis here chap won't wait; see how he nods his head; he smell a rat in dis here little hole, and he long to poke in his nose; now open wide and push up to him — ugh! Hold im — Susy — hold im — he going to turn sick — shall I take him out?'
'Davy, you're an ass — you black fellows can never fuck like other people — you make such an awful splutter and commotion — can't you be decent, and don't be letting all the world know what you are doing.'
The old governor shook with fun and enjoyment. He whispered to me, 'Queenie, your plan has turned out a great success. That Davy of ours is quite a genius in his way. Susy and he are well matched and improve one another by their contrast; I owe them something for they have given me a glorious cockstand. Get over me, my pet and put this shameless fellow out of sight.'
He then carefully closed the aperture in the floor, and gave himself up to the enjoyment of his own sensations.
'How uncommonly tight you are, Queenie! After all the fucking you have had, you have the most wonderful power of contradiction I ever met with in any woman; I feel not only a strong suction at the entrance but a powerful grip the further I push in; how do you manage it?'
'Oh! It is just a knack I have learned. Do you like that?'
'Yes, it is very delicious — I feel as if my whole soul were in my prick, and as if, at the point of it, it formed a junction with your own — Oh! Oh!
I can't help groaning out — I hope they won't hear me. But I think they are talking again — let us listen.'
He then put up his again shrunken tool, and having softly removed the covering from the opening, we reclined as before.
'davy, what's that queer muttering I heard?'
'Parrots, Susy, de parrots in de tamarind tree, dey are trying to copy us,' he said with a grin, 'but dey cannot get beyond de sound.'
'It seemed to me, more overhead; what's upstairs, Davy?'
'On it is dere Missy Queenie sits and reads in de heat ob de day. Dat is de way up, but she out now, and she always keeps de door locked.' Susy got up and tried the door, but fortunately we had bolted it inside; so finding it fastened, she returned to the side of Davy, and amused herself playing with his prick and balls.
Davy glanced up again, as he said, 'Go on, Susy, tell us something more of what you seen in dat barrack room — warn't dere a girl, called Nelly Sykes, just about your age?'
'Oh, yes, Nell and I were great friends, it was from her I learned almost everything, for she was older, and had seen more than me; her mother had the far end of the room, which was always thought the pest part.
You know, it was a long room with six windows, and the six married women on the strength were all lodged there, but it was curtained off, so that each couple had a window and a space about it to themselves.
The fun of it was that the men coming in from guard, often under drink, were continually making mistakes and getting into the wrong beds.
Most of the women thought little of this and after having the full benefit of the men while they were fresh would then ramble about until they found their husbands and lug them back to their own compartments.
'But there was one, a Mrs Morgan, who pretended to be very particular, and she was always trying to set us all to right, but everybody disliked her, for she was a great scold. She often kicked up a row at night, when the wrong man got into her bed; but the men all declared that she never discovered the mistake until she had been well fucked and got from them all they were able to give; then she would shout: "Morgan!
Morgan! Come to your own bed; here is somebody else got in by mistake"; and if he did not respond, she would jump up and go round the room in search, waking everybody and scolding all round.
'"Mrs Sykes! I do wonder at you! What do you mean by keeping that rapscallion of mine, you ought to know better!" '"How can I help him, Mrs Morgan, when he won't go; and you're worse yourself, for you have had my man with you this lat quarter of an hour, and were quiet enough until now; out with you, and don't be ballyraggin in that fashion." '"Nell and I used to enjoy all this amazingly. We often followed the men when they came in, and crept under the curtains after they got into bed. We would then get close up alongside, and listen to every sound and word. Sometimes we even ventured to push our hands between the sheets and feel them fucking; when they were at all muddled or excited they never minded us, and many a good feel we had of their slimy pricks as they passed in and out of the wide hairy gaps of the women.
'When Nell and I were by ourselves, we could talk of nothing else:
"What a queer thing fucking is, Susy!" she would say, "it is such slobbery work, it must make them feel very nasty." '"It can't be very nasty, when they are all so fond of it. Did you mind how Mrs Morgan hugged the corporal last night, and pushed up t him, though she knew right well, I am sure, it wasn't Morgan himself; and then without saying a word how she got over him and gave him her cunt to lick; how would you like to be licked there, Susy?" '"I am sure it must feel very nice; did anybody ever lick yours, Nelly?"
She laughed: "Well, let me look at your little fanny, and I will tell you." '"Oh! I don't object in the lease if you care to see it," and I held up my frock; "but you must show me yours at the same time." '"Well, lean back and let me kiss your smooth little slit, and you can kiss mine afterward if you like." 'She then got her head between my thighs, and holding open the lips, she sucked my clitoris, and tickled it so with her tongue that she almost made me spend in her mouth.
'Then she lay back, and poked out her mossy chink for me to tickle and kiss. It had lots of short curly hair about it, and the clitoris was very big, and it grew bigger as I rubbed it and pushed my fingers into the opening below.
'"Now Nelly, tell me who has been kissing it, and making the passage so wide and roomy." '"Shall I tell you how it all commenced." '"Yes do, that is what I mean." '"Here goes then: do you mind the night when my dad was carried in tipsy, and was confined in the guard room?'
'"I do well." '"That night, I went to Sergeant Luby, into his room, to ask him to get father off; he's colour sergeant, you know, and has great influence with the captain. He put his arm around me, and said, 'You are a good girl, Nelly, for being so fond of your father; but what will you do for me, if I get him off?'
'"What would you like me to do, sergeant?' I asked.
'"I would like you to give me twenty kisses.'
'"That I will, as many as you like,' I said, holding up my mouth, and throwing my arms around his neck.
'"Oh, but anybody may kiss your mouth, I want you to kiss me where you kiss nobody else.'
'"How could I kiss you except with my mouth?'
'"Have you not another little mouth lower down? That's the mouth I want you to kiss me with.'
'"His meaning now dawned on me, and I hung my head.
'"Let me see where it is, and I will show you well it can kiss,' and he pressed his hand on the bottom of my belly, and began to pull up my dress.
'"Oh, sergeant, mother is crying in the room; get my dad out, and send him to her, and then I will let you.'
'"I was knowing enough, you see to secure my bargain first.
'"Well, my little pet, that's fair; but if I go and get him out, will you stay here, and wait until I return?'
'"I will, sergeant, but don't be long.'
'Just let me feel it for a moment, and then I will go.' He quickly got his hand on my cunt, and began to pinch the lips, and rub his fingers in the slit. After a moment, he rose hastily and went to his press, and taking out a book placed it in my hands, saying: 'Here's something that will amuse you while I am away,' and he went off smelling his fingers as he left me.
'"That was the funny book; it was full of coloured pictures of naked men and naked women; and the men had the finest pricks ever seen, and the women the biggest cunts. They were sucking and frigging and fucking in every way that could be imagined. The sight of them made my blood boil. I raised my dress and rubbed my cunt in the vain attempt to relieve the intolerable itching I felt there. So absorbed was I with the pictures and my own sensations, that I never noticed the return of the sergeant until he was close-up; when he burst out laughing observing my excitement, and the manner in which I was trying to alleviate it. 'Bravo! Little woman — you have the right stuff in you — but I will show you a trick worth two of that.' He then took me in his arms, and kissing me, said: 'But first I must tell you that your dad is free. I had him safely taken to your mother, for he was not able to go himself. Now let me see the little mouth we were talking of before I went out.'
'"Of course, I had to yield to his wishes now, so I let him place me lying across his bed on my back, and naked from my waist down. He then knelt on the floor, and shoving his hands under my bottom began to kiss and lick my cunt. 'There — my little pet, I have taught you a new way of kissing, how do you like it?'
'"It is very pleasant, but now you have got the twenty kisses you asked for, won't you let me go?'
'"I will, Nelly, but first I want to show you something. You seemed to like looking at the pictures; now look at the reality,' and he pulled out his fine standing prick. I sat up to look at it as he asked me. 'Put your hand on it dear; you are a clever good-natured girl.' How well these men know our love of flattery. He saw that I liked his praise, and taking my hand, he placed it on the nervous shaft of his animated prick. 'You have delicate fingers like a lady, and they feel soft and tender to the touch; now move it up and down — this way — put your other hand down here; these two round things are the stones which hold the seed, the stuff, you know, of which children are made. Did you ever see it Nelly?'
'"No, sergeant.'
'"Would you wish to see what it is like?'
'" I would, sergeant.'
'"Well, close your fingers firmly round, now gently push back this loose skin all the way; see how that makes the head get redder and stand up more erect! Go on that way — softly up and down — now hold your hand Oh! Oh! There it comes! And such a lot of thick white stuff like starch spouted out and ran down the sides.
'"The sergeant gasped and lay back, and his prick became quite soft and much smaller. After resting awhile, he sat up, and pulling me across his lap made me rub my bottom and cunt against his prick. 'That will bring him back to life again,' and sure enough, I felt it grow quite hard between my thighs. Then lifting me up, he placed its top between the lips of my slit. 'Now push down; once you get it in, it will feel so nice.'
'"I like the touch of it in that most sensitive spot, and so pressed down as he asked me, but the moment it began to enter, I felt a terrible smart.
'Oh! Oh! It is hurting me. Oh! I can't bear it.' But he only put his strong hands on my shoulders and forced me down. The cruel wretch, only thinking of his pleasure, was altogether heedless of my cries of pain; in fact, judging from the fire in his eye, I do believe he enjoyed it all the more for my anguish. Be that as it may, the whole of his great tool passed up into my belly, and the lips of my cunt rested on the hair which clustered round the roots of his prick.
'"I almost fainted at first but in a few moments, when he began to move it softly again, a most heavenly feeling succeeded and I hugged and kissed him in the greatest delight. I have been with him often since, and that is why you find me so wide and room."
'Such was Nelly's account of how she was first sucked and fucked. And now, Davy, I must be off; it would not do for Miss Queenie to find me idling with you when she returned. So for the present, goodbye.'