Nina was accommodated in the forepart of the ship and was with a soldier's wife, a Mrs. S and her sister Jenny. The vessel sailed early the next morning and soon began to pitch and roll. The motion made us all sick. Nina was not able to leave her berth and Hilda was nearly as bad. As for me I never felt so bad in my life.
About noon the Captain came into my cabin. I was lying down, only half dressed and so sick that I did not care what was done to me.
He said he was so sorry to find me so bad; but that if I would allow him to prescribe for me he knew what would be sure to give relief.
I said I would take anything he gave for I could not be worse than I was.
He went out and soon returned with a tumbler of hot brandy and water. When I tasted it I said: 'I cannot take this, it is too strong.'
'All the better, my dear, it will do you more good. Come, trust an old sailor.'
He put his arm round me and supported me while I gulped it down. Then he laid me back. It relieved the sickness but threw me into a stupor.
Before he left he arranged my dress and was very particular in setting it over my breast. Seeing I did not move he passed his hand down over my stomach and pressed the mound at the bottom of my belly. Then he lightly kissed my forehead and went away.
After a short time he returned and finding me tossing about, but still in a state of stupor he softly rubbed my stomach over my chemise, bringing his hand lower and lower, until he reached my cunt. Finding I did not mind him, he passed his hands up under my chemise and boldly grasped my cunt.
'Oh, Captain,' I muttered, but could say no more.
He pushed his hand between my thighs so as to feel the lips. He separated my thighs more and felt them round about. Indeed I don't know what he did, I was so stupefied, but I think he kissed it.
In the evening the sea calmed down and I felt much better.
He brought me a cup of coffee, which roused me up. He supported me with his arm while I was drinking and then stooped to kiss me. I could not refuse him my lips, he was so kind.
In a few days I recovered from the effects of my seasickness, and I began to feel at home in the vessel.
Hilda brought me about and showed me everything.
At the opposite side of the salon the Captain and the mate, Mr. Carle, occupied cabins corresponding to ours.
Mr. Carle was a young man, good-looking and very agreeable. He was most attentive to Hilda and did not mind me much. But the Captain was unremitting in his attentions to me. He got into the way of kissing me every night and used to squeeze my bottom when I passed near him.
With Hilda he was still more free, but then she was his niece.
In arranging my cabin I found there was a sliding panel between Hilda's cabin and mine which, when open, gave a full view either way.
The Captain generally kept the first night-watch and remained on deck until after twelve; then he would come down, take grog, and turn in.
One night I was awakened by talking in Hilda's cabin and I heard her say: 'Now behave yourself, I won't have you coming this way into my cabin at night. Ah, stop, I will call out, if you don't let me alone.'
'Hildy, my pet, let me, just a moment.'
'No, you mustn't put your hand there – you mustn't raise my shift – you mustn't open my thighs. Oh, Uncle, do – take it away. You are a terrible man, why don't you go and fuck Kate? What would Carle say if he knew you did this to me?'
I got up, opened the panel and peeped in. Her lamp was burning. I could see that he had drawn her to the edge of her berth, over which her naked bottom projected. Her legs were raised up and resting on his arms while his large prick was darting in and out of her open cunt. I could see that she was beginning to enjoy it for she wriggled her bum and threw her arms around his neck.
'Press it, dear Uncle! You make me like it in spite of myself.'
At every thrust he banged against her rump, crying: 'There, there, you have it all.'
Before he left I heard him talking of me and telling her to show me some books and pictures.
The next day, coming suddenly out of my cabin I caught her sitting in Mr. Carle's lap. He had his arm round her and was kissing her. They started and blushed when they saw me and he got up and went on deck.
She then told me that they were engaged to be married at the end of the voyage. 'And do you know, Kate, though I am fond of Carle I dread it.'
'Why?' I asked.
'Oh, don't you know what a man does to a woman when they are in bed together?'
'No,' I said, looking very innocent. 'What?'
'Oh, you must know that he has something that he puts into her stomach.'
'What is it like, Hilda? Tell me about it.'
'It's a thing called a prick, eight or nine inches long, with a purple head. It hangs between his legs and when it stiffens he can push it into our slits, which are called cunts, you know. Then after working it in and out, something comes out, and it makes the child.'
'How queer! Did you ever see it, Hilda?'
'I have often seen pictures of it. Uncle has curious books with pictures, that tell all about it. Would you like to see it? I was looking over his books and I came upon a secret drawer which was open, and there I found them; come, I'll show them to you.'
We went into his cabin and on opening the drawer saw a number of books full of coloured pictures of the most lascivious evolutions of love.
There were naked men and naked women with their cunts and pricks and bottoms displayed in every kind of attitude and position. They were frigging, sucking and fucking in all varied positions.
There were some large French prints also. One depicted a beautiful girl with her bare shoulders and legs, seated on the lap of her lover. Between her voluptuous thighs her cunt is seen delightfully gorged with his standing prick. Her arms are round his neck and her face is turned up, beaming with the satisfaction she experiences in her well-filled cunt.
Another showed a fat nun with her frock up and her breasts bare, stretched on a couch before a large mirror; she had been working a dildoe, that is, an artificial prick into her voluptuous cunt. She has obtained an emission and is now lying back in delicious languor, while two randy monks, peeping round the curtain, and beholding the luscious scene reflected in the glass, have pulled out their pricks and contend who shall be the first into her lustful orifice.
Then there was a scene in a cafй in Paris: a number of naked men and women dancing together. As they circle round, their pricks and cunts are presented in most exciting points of view; one is pressing the soft buttocks of his partner, while she holds with loving grasp his standing prick. Another squeezes the breasts of his beloved, while she supports his pendant balls. Another couple falls, but they so manage that he falls between her extended thighs and his eager prick soon finds lodgement in her expectant cunt. Some are lying their partners, nothing loath, upon the surrounding couches and relieving their excitement by plunging into their melting cunts. While others again regale their senses of taste and smell between the voluptuous thighs of their delighted fair ones.
These pictures excited me greatly. I had never seen anything like them before. 'Oh, Hilda,' I muttered as I pressed together my thighs, while she pointed out each lascivious detail.
'But we must not remain here,' she said. 'Let us take some of these books into your cabin and there we can observe them at our leisure.'
So, taking three, we shut the drawer and made off.
When we had comfortably settled ourselves on a little sofa at the side of my cabin, we opened the first. It contained a thrilling description of a doctor's exploits with a buxom young widow. How he gained her confidence and then excited her amorous feelings, until he succeeded in raising her snowy smock and in feasting his eyes on the ripe beauties of her voluptuous form. The next depicts her standing thus at his side with her splendid cunt protruding its full rounded lips from the midst of a thick covering of crisp curling hair, while the crimson line between gives promise of a warm reception to his prick.
He has put her hand on his standing prick, which she looks at with shy pleasure as she draws the skin down from its glowing red head.
