'All this time he had skilfully frigged my cunt, and I felt a pleasing warmth stealing over me, and a hot glow pervading my quim and the region around. I accordingly permitted him to spread my thighs more open and made but slight resistance as he uncovered them and kissed my cunt. My excitement increased, and my hand, which was next him, involuntarily stretched out as if seeking for something. He saw it, and with a smile, placed it on his prick. My fingers closed round it and I slipped its soft skin up and down, and played with the tips of my fingers over its head and around its indented neck. The way to enjoyment was now open; so hastily divesting himself of his coat, trousers and boots he drew me to the side of the bed with my bottom projecting over the edge, then, after regarding for a moment with evident satisfaction the rosy clink lying bare before him, he separated the lips, and inserting the head of his prick, pushed it quickly up.
When he felt the whole of it enclosed in my warm quivering flesh, he leaned over me, pressed me in his arms, and commenced that grand movement which, though old as Mother Eve, is ever new and ever pleasing to her daughters while you and health remain. Suffice it to say, he fucked me to his fullest satisfaction, and then he left me to recover my strength by sleep.
'When I awoke in the morning, as in your case, I found myself in his arms, and the prick whose penetrating power I had so fully experienced the previous evening I felt poking its head with renewed vigour against my thighs. So I turned and took it in my hand while he threw the bedclothes down and, pulling up my shift, examined me all over. Of course, as is the custom with all men, he praised my cunt, then he asked me to lie over him with my cunt on his mouth and suck his prick. I readily complied, and turning my bottom to his face, I rolled gently from side to side as I bobbed my head up and down on his prick so as to make it fuck my mouth, and I soon felt that contraction of the balls which precedes emission and a hot stream of spunk burst into my mouth and flowed in successive gushes down my throat.
'Such then, my dear Queenie, was the commencement of my queer connection with my Uncle St John – half daughter and whole mistress.
It has been, I must say, a very advantageous and enjoyable connection for me, but it is not one which I would wish to prolong. I have therefore, determined to break it off, if I can do so without offending him, for I love and admire him very much, and your arrival and my marriage with Mat Yeats will, I think, afford me the opportunity I desire; but time will show.'
CHAPTER 9
On arrival at Port Royal, we learned that the American War of Independence had broken out and the captain found orders awaiting him from the owners containing instructions to sail for Trinidad with the new governor, Sir Charles Stanhope, and to provide accommodation on board the ship for his family, consisting of his wife, the Hon. Lady Stanhope, their daughter and their attendants.
We had some delay, however, for the governor required a few days to make preparations for his leave; so the captain decided that Laura's marriage should take place in the interval before sailing.
Accordingly, we all went on shore, and she and Mat Yeats were duly spliced, the captain and I being the legal witnesses.
Our party was increased by an old friend of the captain's, whom he called Johnny and who was accompanied by a young coloured lady, full of life and fun. I don't know her real name, but they called her Miss Betty.
After a grand feed and plenty of champagne, we drove to a country village, where rooms had been engaged for the night.
Mat and his bride were put into a carriage, and as they drove off with blinds down, we threw old shoes and handfuls of seed after them, and wished them a happy fruitful conjunction.
We soon followed in an inside vehicle, called a buggy, with a black driver on the box. I sat by the side of Johnny with the captain as my vis-a-vis; he had his arm around Betty and his jovial face in close proximity to her blooming cheek.
Altogether, we were a very merry party. The occasion, the exhilarating character of the day, and above all, the wine we had taken combined to elevate our spirits and excite our amorous emotions and desires.
Our fist difficulty was how to stow away our legs; the captain would have it, that, contrary to the usual custom the natural way was for the gentleman to place his legs between those of the lady opposite him.
We objected, but as Johnny declared that the vehicle was the captain's ship for the time being, we were bound to obey his commands.
In the little scuffle that ensued, Betty was discovered to have blue garters. Johnny praised their beauty and said that he was sure mine were equally pretty, and that I ought to favour the company with a view.
The captain applauded his proposal, and kept my legs asunder, while he tried to pull up my coat, to the great amusement of our black driver, who looked over his shoulder, and grinned from ear to ear.
Miss Betty, who fully entered into the fun, exclaimed, 'Queenie's garters are pink, I know, but she has something higher up of a richer colour, and more worthy of your inspection.'
'Speak for yourself, Miss Sly boots,' I replied, 'what is the colour of your own?'
'Hi,' cried the captain, placing his knees under my thighs, and tilting me backward, while Johnny peered up between my legs; 'that's the way – run the possum to his hole.'
'Ha, ha,' laughed Betty, who was bent on mischief, 'it is all ver well to talk of the possum's hole, but I see no signs of the creature himself.'
'You shall not have that long to wait, Miss Betty, for here is one possum,' drawing out his tool, in full erection, 'and I dare say Johnny can favour us with another.'
Johnny needed no pressing. The buttons of his trousers were hastily unfastened, and out sprang a noble prick, full nine inches long, lifting its glowing head in proud erection.
'There, I told you so,' cried the captain, 'look at it, Queenie. Put your dainty little hand on it – oh – ah – it is so nice."
Meanwhile Betty directed her attention to the captain's affair, to his great delight. She opened his clothes down the front, so as to be able to pull out his balls with it, then thrusting her hand in underneath, she pushed on until she reached his bottom with her finger, while she frigged in the most delicate and skilful manner his throbbing, bounding prick.
His hands, you may be sure, were equally busy with her fat bottom, and moist gaping cunt.
Johnny and I were carrying on a similar game; he titillated my cunt into such a mad sate of excitement that I willingly acceded to his request to sit with my naked bottom on his lap, and allow his prick to poke up between the lips of my cunt.
It was well we were on a quiet country road out of the way of observation, or some of us might have come to grief, for our intense excitement made us rather forgetful of the requirements of society, at least in public. However, on this occasion we only met a few black people and deemed ourselves tolerably safe.
So I slid over Johnny, making my buttocks rub with delicious friction against the hairy surface of his belly; then lifting my dress in front that the captain and Betty might see what we were doing, I raised myself sufficiently high to put the firm head of the tool in the furrow where I intended it to work, and pressing down, soon placed it out of view.
'Bravo,' shouted the captain. 'Queenie has, as usual, taken the lead. Let us follow in her wake, and lifting Betty's leg over his, he told her to hoist her stern while he plugged the leak she had there with his oakum rammer.
Miss Betty, being evidently used to the sport, did not hesitate to obey, and uncovering her broad luxurious backside she held her bottom over his lap, while he with skilful fingers fixed the head of his eager prick at the inner opening of her cunt; then she pressed down, and with a rollicking laugh exclaimed, 'I have possum now. Oh, how he pokes his head and dances in his hole.'