'We lived together, drank together, sported together and, like most sailors, had our favourite girls in every port. There was a pretty little black-eyed girl called Susan, living in Bridgetown, Barbados, whom I was fond of and used to visit regularly when I was in that port. Mat accompanied me the first time I went to her after he came on board.
Although then eighteen, he had never yet fucked a girl; so I told him he out to begin with her, and try his prentice prick in her cunt. But he was modest and begged me to show him the way, so to please him, I mounted Susan in such a manner that he could see the whole operation. When he saw me fairly at work, it was laughable the state of excitement he got into. His face flushed, his eyes sparkled, his hands trembled, he came close to us, and eagerly watching my prick as it darted in and out, pushed his hand in between us and felt the lips of her cunt stretched around my tool. He hardly gave me time to get off before he was on her, with his virgin prick deep in the host recess which I had moistened and prepared for his entrance. He quickly discharged and then almost immediately commenced a second course, to Susan's gratification. I also shared in their fun and fingered their privates while they fucked.
'After this we always had the same girl, one after the other, and used to toss for first turn. We often talked of these things when at sea, and several times when we were in bed, we examined and frigged each other's pricks.
'He got so that he hardly ever looked at a girl without thinking of her cunt and wondering what it was like. He said that even when kissing his sister, Bessy, he could not help thinking of her cunt, and that at one time he saw it and kissed it. I asked him to tell me how it happened.
'He said they were riding together in a thickly wooded place, when her mare put her foot into a hole, stumbled, and threw his sister head foremost into some thick bushes. He ran to lift her up and found her caught in the branches, all her clothes over her head, and her legs kicking in the air, and through the opening in her drawers he saw a pair of hairy lips pouting out and beautifully red inside. When raising her up he could not avoid pressing his face between her thighs and kissing her cunt.
' 'Oh, it was so soft and warm,' he said, 'and had such a delicious smell;
I just held her in my arms, while I took one long luscious kiss and then set her on her feet.' 'She was not much hurt and was able to ride home.
'I asked what was the colour of the hair on her cunt. He said it was of a rich golden hue, and that while the skin around was a clear pearly white, the insides of the lips were as red as crimson.
' 'Why, Mat, you have given a most enticing description of your sister's cunt, enough to make one long to see it for oneself.' ' 'And why not, old fellow. I don't begrudge your looking at it, and fucking it too, if you can, provided you are careful to do her no harm; but I know I can trust you in that matter, for you have shown me that it is quite possible to enjoy a girl, yet avoid doing her any injury.'
'Bessy sometimes came on board to see her brother, and bring him presents of fruit and home luxuries. On one of these occasions we had been all drinking grog together, and Bessy herself, having imbibed a tolerable share, was inclined to be merry. Mat suddenly lifted her up, popped her down on my knee, and said, 'Put your arms around him, Bessy, I know you are very fond of him and he deserves it; now give him a kiss like a good girl, it would please me as well as him.' She threw her arms round my neck, and held up her sweet mouth for a kiss.
'Mat kissed her too, and at the same time pressed one of his knees in between hers, and lifting her skirts, pushed my hand under her petticoats. She did not recognise my hand at first, but thought it was Mat's knee that was pressing up between her thighs. So she leaned back while I went on kissing her, and being excited by the drink she had taken, readily opened her thighs to let her brother's knee press up higher.
'I supported her with my arm around her waist, while my hand slowly worked its way up between her legs outside her drawers until I reached the opening, and then in the soft warm nook at the bottom of her belly, I found the sweet sanctuary I was in search of; my fingers once spread over the swelling mound, so richly covered with silken hair; then pushing down my middle finger, I pressed into the moist chink, while the others, I squeezed the fat lips on either side.
' 'Oh, my, what are you doing? – take your hand away – captain, let me up – Don't – I'll cry.'
' 'Bessy, behave, Captain St John won't harm you, let him keep his hand there; you are bound to obey your brother,' and he forced open her thighs which she was trying to keep closed.
'She lay back sobbing, and still trying to keep her legs together but in such a way as convinced bother her brother and myself, that she was only waiting for a sufficient display of force on our part to satisfy her conscience that she only yielded to compulsion; something lithe that poet fellow, we were reading the other evening, said:
A little still she strove, and much repented;
And whispering: 'I'll ne'er consent – consented 'So Mat with a twinkle in his eye, vociferated, 'If you don't stop this nonsense, I'll put up your petticoats, and then we shall both see what you keep so religiously covered up from the world.' ' 'Oh, Mat, for shame. Why do you treat me so. Captain St John has a wife, let him go to her if he wants this kind of thing.' ' 'Yes, but she is old, ugly and sick; she may even be dead now, for all we know to the contrary; so don't bother about her.'
'Then without further parley, he boldly lifted her dress, which was half up already, until we caught a glimpse of the bright hair over her cunt as it gleamed through the open slit of her drawers.
'Don't, Mat; let down my clothes. Oh, I shall die of shame. Captain St John, I thought you were fond of me. If you were, you would not allow him to expose me so.' ' 'It is just because I am fond of you that I have been longing to see and feel your sweet cunt, and it is indeed very lovely, beyond the power of words to express. Cease struggling, there's a love; lean back; open your legs – more – still more, there's a pet.' ' 'Well, I suppose you must have your way, for I am tired; I can't fight against you both,' and she lay passive in our hands. Mat then placed her head in his lap, and watched me as I unfastened her drawers, pulled them off her legs, and drew up her shift; then – oh, what a scene of loveliness was disclosed to our enraptured eyes. The rich creamy white of her smooth round belly was delicious to look upon, set off as it was by the warm glow of golden hair on the mound which marked its junction with her two voluptuous thighs and clothed the valley between. Pushing in between these fleshy columns, I spread them open as wide as I could. Then it was that we got a full view of all the beauties of her cunt, glistening with the soft dews of love as she became conscious that we were regaling our eyes with the naked loveliness of its long-concealed charms.
'As I observed how Mat gloated over his sister's maiden sweets, the thought passed through my mind, it will not be long, my boy, before you seek a closer acquaintance with these hidden charms now so temptingly opened to your view.
'Now, St John,' exclaimed Mat, 'did I not give you a true description of this sweet nest and its surroundings?'
' 'Indeed Mat, the reality far exceeds your account, favourable as it was, for, in my opinion, no description could do full justice to its fascinating powers.' 'I bent forward to the lovely shrine, kissed the pouting lips, and rolled my tongue in its fragrant recess.
'Mat, meanwhile unbuttoned his trousers, drew out his prick, and placed it leaning on his sister's cheek.
'I was not slow in following his example, and put the head of my pego between the moist lips of her love- chink.
' 'Oh, captain, take it out, I can't let you do that.' ' 'Be quiet, Bessy, he is only making his prick kiss your cunt.' ' 'No, he is pushing it in – don't, captain – pray – don't – Oh, Oh, it's hurting me – what are you doing with it?' ' 'Fucking you, darling Bessy, with your brother's consent, for he knows I won't harm you; fucking you – driving my prick, this way, in and out of your cunt; each time, sending my prick home, and making my balls smack against your bottom.' 'Meanwhile, Mat, inflamed by the sight, pressed her face to his prick and pushed its head against her mouth. He then placed one of her hands on its shaft; her fingers at once closed around it to his great delight, and, led on by natural instincts, she frigged it up and down.
'I could no longer retain my seed, so remembering my promise to Mat, I hastily withdrew my tool from the inner passage where the risk was, and laid it along the chink of her cunt, and burying its head amid the hair, I
