'Lay me back,' I muttered. 'Oh, I am so sick.'
He laid me down, and as he smoothed my dress, passed his hands lightly over my breasts. 'You are very hot; shall I remove some of this thick covering?'
I grunted approval and he moved his hands over my thighs and rested them on my stomach and asked, 'Is it here that you feel uneasy?'
'Oh, yes, captain. Oh, I am so sick.'
'You are very bad, my poor child, but I know what will do you good; a glass of hot stiff grog – and I will go and mix it for you.'
'Oh, no, I would never be able to drink it.'
However, he went off and soon returned with a steaming hot tumbler in his hand. After much coaxing and entreaty on his part, I gulped down a good portion of its contents. It speedily threw me into a kind of stupor, the excessive sickness moderated, and I lay back helpless and exhausted with a spinning in my brain that made me almost unconscious.
The captain then proceeded to arrange the clothes about me and finding I made no resistance, passed his hand up under my shift between my thighs until he reached my mount, on which the hair was just beginning to appear. He felt about the lips and rubbed his fingers in the chink between them. Then pulling up my shift, he separated my thighs and kissed my cunt. I muttered, 'What are you doing?'
'Taking care of my little pet,' he said, as he drew the covering over me, kissed my forehead and went away.
I lay in a stupor the whole of that day; I felt so weak after the sickness and was so stupefied by the brandy that I was unable to move and did not care what happened to me.
I was just conscious that the captain came in several times to see and enquire how I was getting on, and I think he took every possible liberty with my helpless person, so far as feeling, kissing and examining all my secret nooks and crannies.
In the evening Laura paid me a visit and brought some tea which I found refreshing. She said that she had been very sick herself as it was unusually rough and the ship had had to beat to windward. She asked if the captain had been to see me, and whether he had taken good care of me.
I said he had come in several times to enquire how I was, and had brought me brandy and water, which made me quite stupefied, and that then he took care of me after a fashion.
'Oh, I understand,' said Laura, laughing, 'that is an old dodge of his, and I may as well tell you myself what you would soon find out, that my uncle regards me as something nearer than a niece; and that is the way he commenced. I expect he showed his care for you by taking a liberty or two when perhaps you were scarcely able to oppose him; but you don't mind it, do you my pet?' she said, lowering her hand and passing it up between my thighs. 'What a charming little love-trap you have got, Queenie. I don't wonder at the captain coming to you again and again, after he found a way of getting at it; but how roomy it is.
Queenie, you are not so innocent as you appear; you must tell me all about yourself, and we will have such sweet confidences together. Now put your hand on me here, and feel me while we seal our bargain with a kiss.
Lifting up her dress as she stood at the side of my bed, she took my hand and placed it between her firm, smooth thighs up to an immense bush of hair that clustered at their junction. In the midst of it, I felt the projecting ridges of two fat lips, and to please her I pressed my finger into the moist slit between.
'I guess you are a little roomy yourself, Laura,' I said, as I pushed two or three fingers up the passage.
'Why not?' and Laura laughed, and with a knowing wink said, 'It's well to suit all comers you know.'
'No, I don't know; what do you mean by suiting all comers?' I asked, looking very simple.
'Now, Queenie, don't put on the innocent with me; you know, I am sure, just as well as I do, what kind of comers we like to visit us here, and I would venture a good sum that you know the names too. Now suppose I give you the first letter – P; tell me the second.'
Turning away my face, I answered, 'R'.
'That's right, then I – now go on.'
'C.'
'And I will finish with K, and pronounce PRICK; and then its friend and companion, which you and I are more familiar with: C.'
'U,' I supplied.
'N and T. Now say the word.'
'CUNT.'
'Good,' said Laura, 'so far for the agents, now the act: F-U-C-K, Fuck.'
'You'll do, you are quite up to the mark; just as I thought, you don't want teaching, you want practice, and the captain will give you enough of that, or I am mistaken. But now my dear, you ought to get some sleep, that you will be strong and fresh tomorrow.'
She then got me a cup of excellent coffee with beaten up egg in it, which quite set me up; and as the motion of the ship was more easy, I soon fell asleep.
When I awoke next morning, to my surprise, I felt myself in the arms of a naked man, who stopped my cry with a kiss.
'Be quiet, darling Queenie,' he said, getting over me, and half smothering me with his weight, 'it is only your friend, the captain. I heard all your conversation with Laura last night, and I could not resist the temptation of visiting you this morning, that you may find out what my comer is like; where is your hand?'
He caught my wrist and forced my hand on his prick, while he pushed his knee between my thighs.
'Captain St John, I can't permit that – you had no right to come in here without my leave – let go my hand – no, I won't hold it – I don't want to know how big it is – I won't let you put it in – you are hurting me – Oh.'
'Well, take your hand out of the way – now open your legs more – Oh, my love – let me in – there,' he said as he pushed his prick into my cunt and drove it forcibly up.
When I felt the dear thing enter the region of love, and penetrate to my centre of delight, every other thought passed away, and with the utmost abandon I threw my arms around him and pressed him to my heart.
'That's the way to do it, my darling, heave your sweet little bun. Oh, isn't that good?' he asked working his prick rapidly in and out of my throbbing cunt.
'Have I permission to fuck you now, Queenie?' he asked as he paused for a moment with the whole length of his prick deeply embedded in my cunt.
'You may fuck away; how could I refuse you, captain, while your prick is filling all my cunt.'
My ready use of the words prick, cunt and fuck surprised him into fresh delight, and with successive grunts of satisfaction, he darted his seed into my glowing recess.
After lying on me for awhile, he moved to one side, and having wiped his tool, he placed my hand on it again.
The touch of a new prick was certainly pleasant and exciting; so I said nothing, but quietly played with its head, and frigged the soft skin up and down.
'Queenie, you are a darling, and I am delighted to have you on board.
Laura and I will do our best to make your voyage pleasant and agreeable; and maybe we'll have fun together; get over me now, my pet, and I will fuck you from beneath.'
He drew me on top of him, with my thighs straddled across his hips, then, with his hands on my bottom, he opened the lips of my cunt with knowing fingers and directed the head of his prick into the hot chink.
'Now, Queenie, ride the cock-horse, while we heave up and down together. How do you like this style of fucking?'
'It is delicious,' I replied, moving up and down.
'You do splendidly,' he grunted, driving up his tool; then raising his voice, he cried: 'Laura, Laura, come here, and see how Queenie is fucking me.'
Laura must have been listening close by, for in half a minute she was alongside the bed, and without ceremony she drew off the clothes and laid my bottom bare.
'For shame, Laura, get away you horrid girl; let me up captain,' but he held me round the waist with one of his
