Papa paid her particular attention, and I observed she did not seem at all averse.
They were often alone together, and I guessed something was going on, but she never told me anything.
Her bedroom was separated from mine by a bathroom, into which both our rooms opened.
One night, when we went upstairs, I sat for some time with her, and after bidding her good night, I passed through the bathroom, leaving the doors slightly opened. When I had undressed I put out my candle, and sat by the fire to warm my feet before going to bed.
I had not sat long when my curiosity was excited by hearing whispering in Kate's room.
I crept softly to the open door and listened.
"Oh, sir, why have you come into my bed?"
"Because I am so fond of you, my darling."
"If you were really fond of me you would not come to me in this way – don't – I pray you leave me – oh, my! – how can you be so nasty – take your hand off me – I don't like it – no, it is not nice – let my hands go – I won't hold it – I won't move it up and down – don't separate my thighs with your knee – what are you getting over me for? What are you pushing into me?"
"My prick, darling Kate. There, don't struggle, my pet, let it in, don't be frightened, I won't harm you in any way. Open your thighs, that's the sweet girl. Now I'll push it in as gently as possible. There, it is in, it is all the way up."
Then the bed began to creak, and the clothes to rustle.
"Put your arms around me, my love. Heave up your dainty little bottom. That's right. Do you know what doing this is called?"
"No sir."
"It is called fucking. Isn't fucking very pleasant?"
"Yes, it is now. Do I heave up right?"
"My darling, you heave as if you had been fucking all your life. Pinch my bottom. May I pinch yours?"
"Yes, as hard as you like."
"Now place your hand here. Hold my prick. Hold it tight. Oh! there it comes."
And rolling off her he lay panting at her side.
I felt greatly excited, and crept into the room, close up to the bed. I heard them kissing.
"Did I hurt you, my love?"
"You did a little at first, but when your prick was well in, and you commenced fucking, there was no feeling but pleasure. Would you like me to pet your prick now?"
"I would, darling, rub it up and down, this way, put your other hand on the balls, move your fingers further back, still further, there."
"Have you much feeling there?"
"Yes, there is great feeling behind the balls; don't you feel the root of the prick extending back to the little hole? That's a dear girl, the touch of your finger there is delicious. Push it in a little, my sweet pet. Kate, did you ever look at May's cunt?"
"Yes, I have seen it when she was in the bath; it looks well covered with hair."
"I am sure if you made free with her you would have great fun together, for, unless I am greatly mistaken, she has a very randy disposition. Promise to try to-morrow night, and tell me next day all that you have succeeded in finding out."
She promised to carry out his wishes.
"But now that you have worked up my prick we must have another fuck. Lie over me this time."
I heard her getting over him.
"Now it's in, heave away my love. You must do all the fucking yourself."
She panted as she worked her nimble bottom up and down over him.
"Do you like it this way, my love?"
"Yes, as a variety, but I like better to have you lying over me, and pushing in your prick."
He now prepared to leave, and I started for my own room, and was soon fast asleep.
I had several amorous dreams that night. I thought that Robert was fucking me in the loft, when papa came behind, pulled him off, and thrust his own prick into my cunt, and fucked me most delightfully. In my dream I felt no surprise at papa's fucking me; on the contrary, the idea seemed to add greatly to my enjoyment.
The next evening Kate offered to sleep with me. I could not repress a smile as I consented.
When we were undressing Kate said: "I would like to see you quite naked, May. You know we girls need not be ashamed of one another, and I will set the example."
She threw off her shift and stood before me, then pointing to my cunt she remarked that I had a great deal of hair there.
I replied that her dark hair was prettier, for it set off the whiteness of her skin.
She put her hand on my cunt, and asked me to let her feel it, "and you may feel mine if you like."
She touched the clitoris, and passing her finger down the slit pushed it up the passage, and said:
"Dear May, you are very open, were you always as open as you are now?"
"No, I was not; but are not you very open too?"
She smiled as she said: "May, if you will give me your full confidence I will promise you mine."
"Agreed," said I.
"Did you ever see what a man has here?"
"I did, did you?"
"Yes, do you know what it is called?"
"I have heard it called a prick, is that it?"
"It is. Had you ever a prick in here?"
"I have Kate, haven't you?"
"Yes, dear. Now tell me how it happened, and I'll tell you about myself afterwards."
I related my adventure with Mr. T-, and how he was so fond of kissing and sucking my cunt.
"Would you like me to kiss it?"
"I would, dear Kate, and I'll kiss yours too."
"Well, lean back, lift your legs, open your thighs as widely as you can. There, do you like that?" Holding my buttocks with her hands she sucked my cunt with great ardour, rolling her tongue round and round, and thrusting it up the passage.
After enjoying it for a while I said, "It is my turn now, dear Kate, let me pet and kiss your sweet cunt, while you are giving me the account you promised."
I sat on a stool between her thighs, and with my mouth buried in her open cunt, listened to her narrative.
chapter III.
You know I am a native of the West Indies. I was born in Santa Cruz, where my father had a plantation, and lots of slaves.
The little boys and girls were naked until they were eight or nine years old: I remember being greatly struck with the fine little cocks of the boys, and wondered why they differed so from girls.
The son of our overseer was just my age, about ten. He was a smart intelligent boy, and we used to play together. His name was Joe.
One day I caught him piddling and looking at his cock. I laughed and told him he ought to cut it off, it was so ugly.
He said he would be sorry for he would much rather be a man than a woman, "and when I grow to be a man," he said, "this will grow big."
"How do you know?" I said, putting my hand on it.
"Because I have often seen men naked. Do you know what a man calls it?"
"No. What?"
"He calls it a prick."
"Oh?"
"And do you know what he does with it?"
"He piddles with it, I suppose, like yourself."
"Ah!" he said, looking very sly, "he does more than that with it."
"What?"
"He can put it into a woman between her legs, in that queer little slit you girls have."
"There's no room for it there," I said.
"Yes there is; I'll show you if you'll let me, may I?" he said, lifting my frock.
"You may, just for a minute."
He put his fingers into my cunt and felt about for the opening. At last he found it, and, to my surprise, pushed his forefinger up.
"Stop," I cried, "that hurts."
"I won't hurt you bye-and-bye," he said, with his sly look.
"How, what do you mean?"
"I'll tell you, but mind, it's a great secret. You know Jim who has the cat and flogs the slaves when they misbehave. Well, when the women are sent, he flogs their backs; but when girls are sent he flogs their bottoms. I was near the place when a fine plump girl came from your papa with a note, which I saw afterwards. It had only these words: 'Give this girl twelve lashes.-E. L.' "Jim brought her in and shut the door but I stole round to a window on the other side and peeped in. He had her kneel on a bench and tied her hands to the block. Then he threw up her petticoat, uncovering her shining black bum, and took out his cat.