hands, while he shoved the other up under Laura's petticoats.
She stooped over us and said, as she played with her fingers about my bottom an cunt, 'Take it easy, Queenie, you will get used to it in time; why need you mind my seeing your little fanny enjoys a visit from a newcomer? If you have not learned it before, you must know now how much additional pleasure is derived from a change of pricks; go on again, there's a dear, my looking on will only add to your pleasure.'
'Pull up your shift, Laura, and show Queenie that you are not ashamed to let her see how well prepared and ready you are for the sports and enjoyments of love.'
She at once pulled up her clothes and showed her fine busy cunt with the captain's fingers buried between its pouting lips, and as she withdrew his hand, she pushed it close to our faces, and with a merry laugh, said: 'Look at it, Queenie,' and drawing aside the hair she separated the lips and continued, 'see how red it is inside. If it could speak it would say – Get me a prick – fuck, fuck, fuck – What is the use of having a cunt if one does not use it as it was intended to be used; so commence again,' and poking her fingers into my cunt alongside the captain's prick, she nearly set me wild with excitement.
'Never mind, Miss Laura,' I panted out, as I recommenced heaving up and down, 'I'll have my revenge on you yet.'
She stooped down behind me and said, 'You shall, darling,' at the same time giving me a cruel bite on my bottom just as the captain with a yell of delight shot his spunk up my enraptured cunt, and my own spending poured over his belly and thighsI felt quite ashamed to look the captain in the face when I next met him but he drew me into his cabin. At once he passed his hand up under my clothes, and reaching my cunt said: 'My sweet little pet, you have a delicious quim, and can give a man more satisfaction than any girl I ever fucked. You shall be queen of the ship, while you remain on board. You have only to command, it will be my pleasure to obey. Is there anything I can do to gratify you and prove my devotion?'
'Yes,' I replied, as I frigged his standing prick, 'I would like to see you putting this into Laura.'
He laughed. 'You want to punish her and get pleasure at the same time; but see, here is the means of doing that; she meant this for you,' and he opened a locker and took out a small birch-rod, carefully tied with green ribbon. 'Take this to your own cabin and be ready when I call you. Mate Yeats has charge of the deck, but I guess he and Laura will be flirting together. How shall we get her down?'
'Leave that to me, I'll manage to have her here shortly, and then pretend to go on deck myself.'
I found more difficulty then I expected in getting her away from Mr Yeats, whom she evidently treated as an accepted lover. However, I prevailed on her to go down for a book of poems we had been talking about.
I followed and went softly to my own cabin, leaving the door open. I soon heard Laura saying to the captain in a low voice: 'Let me go, uncle, I can't stay now.'
'Why not? Yeats will have plenty of you by and by. He told me this morning that you had accepted him, and asked my leave to marry you when we called at Port Royal in Jamaica.'
'Well, what did you say in reply?'
'I told him he might marry you as soon as he liked on one condition.'
'What is that?' she asked.
'Only that he must consent to share you with me, and never turn troublesome or grow jealous.'
'Oh, uncle, how could you? That will certainly turn him against me altogether.'
'Not a bit of it, Mat and I understand each other. We have been always free together. He has many times watched me fuck his own sister, and once he got so excited, her fucked her himself before me; so you need not fear that he will draw off on that account. Anyway, let us have one more fuck; give my old fellow a suck first just to put him into good humour.'
'There now, it is fine and stiff. Fuck me now and let me go.'
'Here goes then. I'll lean back and you can mount across me, that's right; how hot your cunt feels; now stoop and kiss me,' he said as he pulled up her clothes over her back. 'If Queenie was here now, she would have a grand sight – a magnificent white arse cocked up and a fine brown cunt below, plugged with a rampant prick; Queenie, Queenie – come here.'
I quickly made my appearance and closed the door.
Laura turned her face toward me as I entered, smiled at me, and said:
'Queenie, it is your turn, now to look on,' and then boldly asked, 'How do you like my bottom?'
'It is beautiful, white, plump and dimpled,' I said, laughing. 'All it wants is to be reddened a little – to make it blush for its impudence, you know, a slight touching up with this,' holding up the birch, 'would make it all right; may I try it, Laura?'
'You may, if you do it moderately.'
'Hold her, captain, I owe her something,' I cried, as I gave her bottom some smart cuts with the birch.
She writhed and bounced over the captain as she felt the stings of the rod on her soft creamy bottom.
'that's right, Queenie, that is the way to put life into her cunt; you can't think how it makes her pobble my prick; punish her well, every whack on her arse adds heat and vigour to her cunt.'
'Oh, Queenie, be merciful – that's enough – I can't bear more – indeed I can't – stop – I say, stop – you have cut my bottom to pieces, you cruel girl.'
The spirit of lust and cruelty got possession of me. I scarcely heeded her cries, and continued administering the most cutting strokes I could deliver, making the pliant ends of the birch reach the tender insides of her thighs and delicate borders of her cunt.
There was mercy in this though, for it not only hastened the consummation, but heightened the enjoyment at the last. Her excitement was now intense, and she so bounced against the captain, and compressed his prick with such force in her cunt, that she caused an immediate overflow of spending on both sides, and the frothy sperm ran down over his buttocks and bottom.
The captain commended her fortitude, and giving her a warm kiss, thanked her for the pleasure she had afforded him, pleasure which had been so much increased through her pains.
I took her in my arms as she shook down her clothes over her smarting bottom, and begged her to forgive me this whipping, which I really could not help – her bottom looked so enticing for the rod – and promised we would be friends forever more. 'Well, then I forgive you, and indeed, I must say that the pleasure at the end more than counterbalanced the suffering which led to it, as you will someday experience yourself.'
CHAPTER 6
The next time I was alone with Captain St John, I asked him to tell me how he became so intimate with Mr Yeats, and what he meant by telling Laura that he had fucked his sister in his presence.
'Well, Queenie, I must of course obey your command. I knew Mat's father well; he and his family sailed in my ship when they first came to the island. Mat was then a lad of fourteen, and his sister, Betsy, was one year younger.
'Some time afterward I had the good fortune to extricate Mat from a very ugly scrape. He had been drinking with a lot of wild young fellows, when nothing would satisfy them but to break into the governor's grounds and to rob his conservatory. The governor detected them, and he and his servants tried to capture them. There was a severe struggle, and one of the servants was killed. Mat was stunned by a blow, and taken prisoner, but the rest, who were the really guilty parties, escaped.
'The governor declared he would have Mat tried for murder; but by great exertion and special inducement, I got him to pardon Mat and permit the affair to be hushed up. This made the whole family attached to me, and I passed the greater part of my time on shore with them. Mat specially became my most devoted ally. He never left my side, and at length he prevailed on his father to let him go to sea with me. He was entered in the ships books as my apprentice, and he has sailed with me ever since. He passed all his examinations very creditably, and is now full mate, with the promise of a ship the next trip.
