room shook with the vigour of his strokes. Then his job being done and having lain on her a few minutes, he got up and went away.
The events of that night completely changed the current of my life. I was no longer an innocent child. A new sense had arisen in my nature; I felt a want of something, I scarcely knew what. At that same time I had become as knowing and suspicious as one of long experience in the ways of me.
I had learned to read and write from a schoolmaster who attended me for an hour each morning. I was fond of reading but had few books at my command and they ere chiefly novels of light description and such books of poetry such as Don Juan, Tommy Little and Burns; all these I now read with renewed interest and enlightened comprehension of the meaning of the numerous hints and allusions.
But my attention was especially directed to the living characters with whom I mingled in daily life and the strange events which were continually occurring around me which were so highly calculated both to stimulate and gratify my eager and prurient curiosity.
I began life in the midst of an atmosphere pervaded by sensuality and self-indulgence and how I remained in comparative innocence so long is to marvel at now.
My father was a man of robust health and unbridled passion; he had absolute control over a large number and variety of women; and as he was generous in conduct and had a most winning manner and address, they were only too ready to gratify him in every want that he desired.
Nor was he selfish in his pleasures, for he allowed his overseers – and he had several, mostly European – to enjoy the same licence he claimed for himself; so that, in a word, unbounded and promiscuous intercourse seemed the order of the day.
A son of the head overseer was allowed to play with me when he was home from school. His name was Dick and he was sixteen years of age.
He often tried to make free with me, but hitherto I had always repelled his advances, but now I felt quite prepared to meet him half-way. The next time he came to play with me, he started his old tricks of running his hand under my petticoats.
'Where are you putting your hand? I have no pocket there for guavas or nuts.'
'No, but you have a sweet little flower which I would very much like to see and unfold.'
'What nonsense you talk. How do you know that I have a flower or anything else there?'
'Oh, I know very well. I was watching my sister who is about your age taking her bath the other morning and she had the prettiest little mouth between her legs that I ever saw.'
'And what have you got there yourself, Master Dick?'
'Oh, I will show it to you, Queenie, there it is, won't you take it in your hand?'
'No, I'd be sorry to touch the ugly little thing' – all the time, however, looking at it with fixed attention.
'Why do you call it ugly – you just men the contrary. Look how stiff it is getting,' and he drew down the covering skin, 'see its red top peeping out. Do you know what it is for, Queenie?'
'No, what would I know about it?'
'Perhaps you may know more than you would like to say; but anyway, I will tell you: it is just made to go into the mouth between your legs – ah, do; there's a good girl.'
After much laughing, dragging and pushing he succeeded in getting his hand on my chink of delight.
I enjoyed watching how his face beamed with satisfaction as he felt with eager fingers the swelling mound and soft, rounded lips which formed the outer portion of my little unfledged cunny. He praised and kissed me and pressed hard against me, but all the while the knowing young dog was forcing me back and quietly pushing between my legs.
He pinched my clitoris and his fingers rubbed the slit, as he softly pulled up my frock and opened my drawers until at last I allowed him to get what he desired – a full view of my rosy chink. How his eyes then sparkled. How he kissed its lops and thrust in his tongue. He was leaning over me on one side and somehow my hand strayed up his thigh. His trousers were open and I took hold of his prick, it stiffened up as my fingers closed up around it. He seemed greatly pleased and lifting himself up, he pushed it forward for a closer inspection. He showed he how to frig it, as he called the moving of its loose skin up and down, and with a gratified air watched the operation.
He gradually moved his prick towards my mouth then asked me to kiss it. I put its head to my lips and rubbed it to my nose. It had a slight and peculiar smell, which to me was pleasant and exciting. I let it enter my mouth and twined my tongue around its neck. He put my hand on the little bag that held its stones and told me to feel them and then pushed my hand until my fingers reached the round hole in his bottom.
Dick was in fact, quite a little European and, young as he was, he had seen and even participated in many of the various modes of sexual enjoyment.
'Queenie, you are a brick, you know how to please a fellow and you have a lovely cunt; now let us have perfect confidence in one another; we shall have great fun and I shall tell you all sorts of queer things; do you agree?'
'Yes, Dick, you are a good, clever boy and I am very fond or you,' and we sealed our bargain with a kiss.
'Queenie, you shall be my true love and I will marry you when you are grown up and I have an estate of my own. But now tell me, do you know the name of what you are now holding in your hand and petting so nicely?'
'It is called a prick and this, you know, is called a cunt and putting the prick into the cunt is the nicest feeling in the world and is called fucking. Now lean back, raise your knees and open your thighs as widely as ever you can and let us fuck together; if I can get my prick into your cunt you will know what a delightful thing fucking is.'
I lay back, spread my thighs and putting down my hand, tried to open my cunt as much as I could, while he knelt between my legs and pressed the head of his tool against the opening. He pushed and worked away and I heaved up and helped by every means in my power, but all in vain, he could not get it in; at last some white juice spurted out of his prick and he had to give up, almost crying at his want of success.
I fully sympathised with him and said, 'But Dick, how do you know that it is meant to go in there at all?'
'Why, I have seen it go in many a time; shall I tell you what I saw only last week?'
'Do, Dick, I would like above all things to hear it.'
'You know, old Snigger keeps the plantation cat, and flogs the slaves when they are sent to him with a note from my father. Last week our Sally was lazy an impudent and he resolved to giver her a lesson by sending her to Snigger. So he wrote; 'Give this girl a round dozen to teach her better manners,' and sent the note with her. I knew what was in the note and why she was sent. So I followed quietly after her and going to the rear of the punishment house, I was able to look in and see all that passed. The old fellow led her in and fastened the door. When the poor girl knew why she was sent there, she seemed quite dumbfounded and burst out crying. He tried to comfort her by saying, 'I know you, Sally, and if you are good and quiet, I won't hurt you much.' 'He then tied her hands and placed her leaning over a bean so that her bottom was well cocked up. Then he raised her petticoat and flung it over her head and shoulders, and putting his hands between her legs, forced them wide apart – at which she squealed out and threatened all sorts of things.
''Very well,' he said, 'if you won't be quiet you must only suffer for it,' and bringing down the cat he gave her a smart cut across her naked posteriors.
'She jumped and gave a yell.
''All right,' he said, giving her another, 'now perhaps you will be quiet and behave yourself.' ''Oh, yes, Mr. Snigger, I will be as quiet as I can, but don't hit so hard, you hurt me terribly.' ''I don't want to hurt you at all, Sally,' he said, rubbing his hands between her fat thighs, spreading them further apart and gazing up at her cunt. He then loosened his pants and brought out his tool. You would have wondered at the big prick the old fellow has. He made it wag its great purple top as he shook it in his hand. Then holding her by the hips, he drove it at her cunt.
But when she felt it between her lips she cried, 'Stop, you mustn't do that.' ''You want another taste of the cat, my lady?' he said, drawing back and giving her a lash.
''Oh, Mr. Snigger, don't whip me any more and I'll let you do anything you please.' ''Now, you speak like a sensible girl,' he said, coming close again. He opened the glowing lips of her cunt, inserted the head of his prick and pushed it slowly up. As it disappeared, he leaned on her back and put his hands under her belly, spread them over her cunt and made his prick pass in and out through his fingers. You would have been surprised, Queenie, to have seen with what ease the great prick passed up into her belly; and as soon as he began to fuck with regular back and forward thrusts, she pointed her bottom out to meet every push.
