When he finished he made her promise never to tell anyone what he had done to her. 'If you do and I have you here again, maybe you won't catch it, that's all.' She knew that was no idle threat, so she let him kiss her and then went quietly away.
'Would you have liked to see that, Queenie?'
'Oh, dear yes, almost every day.'
'I will tell you the next time and we can go together. Won't it be fun?'
I promised to go with him and after some more handling, looking and kissing, he departed.
CHAPTER 2
The next time my father sent for me after dinner, I made and excuse for not going, as my newly awakened feelings caused me to shrink from him now. But that same night, nurse made some of he peculiar tea. I tried to avoid drinking it, but she pressed it so strongly upon me that I could not help taking some. Soon afterwards, I fell into a heavy sleep and out of that for some cause or other, I passed into a curious state of half-consciousness and either saw or dreamed that papa was in our room lying on nurse's naked body. Then I seemed to be carried over and laid on my back by her side, in such a way that he could see and kiss my cunny as he worked his bottom up and down over her. All this time I was quite powerless and totally unable to move or speak, though I had a dreamy perception of all that was going on.
Nurse then got over him with her bottom towards her face, her breast, resting on his belly and her hand between his raised thighs. After a while she said, 'Hah, I have got him into life again; what shall we do with him now?'
'Could we get him into Queenie?'
'Isn't she too young as yet, it would hurt her I fear.'
'She is going on eleven and I have often fucked girls as young as she is, for in this country, as you know, girls mature very early. We will grease her little crack and this poor fellow not being over-strong, will not hurt her too much.'
She then brought cold cream and anointed my cunt, while he worked his finger in and out and at last forced up two together; then he got nurse to go down on all fours on the bed and placing me on her back, held up my legs and knelt between them. After working his tool a few times in her receptacle, he put its well moistened head in my little chink and holding me firm by the shoulders, gradually forced it in. I felt a dull sensation of pain as it entered and passed up, yet I could neither stir nor cry out' but when it was all inside, it seemed to fill me with warmth and satisfaction. I heard nurse asking if he got it in. 'Oh, yes, easily,' he replied, as he lifted me in his arms, staked on the engine of bliss and began to carry me round the room. The motion was so delightful that it partially aroused me, for the action of the prick fairly convulsed my cunt with delicious throbs as I clung round him with my arms and legs.
He soon laid me in my bed and I was conscious of nothing until the morning, when a feeling of soreness in my cunt brought back the dream to my recollection.
Nurse examined my nightdress and noticing some ensanguined spots, took it away and said I must have been scratching myself in the night. I kept my own counsel and said nothing.
My father always had young good-looking slave girls to do the housework and wait on him; but they also had other functions to discharge, which I now began to find out about and understand. I soon learned, moreover, that all the planters round whether married or single were similarly supplied and that they were not thought any the worse for it as it was the universal custom.
My father, being the wealthiest among them, only carried on matters on a grander scale. When he invited his friends to diner – and he never had any but gentleman's parties – after they had imbibed a sufficient quantity of drink, he used to call in a number of these girls and make them strip and dance naked; then would follow a regular orgy, which would end only when they rolled off to bed together.
I heard all this from a pretty slave named Zilla, whom papa lately appointed as my special waiting-maid. She attended me in the bathroom and nothing seemed to please her more than when I let her kiss and suck my cunt. She told me that my father had a splendid prick and fucked so delightfully that the girls were always contending who should go to him at night; and that he loved to have his prick petted and sucked. While telling me these things, she kept on playing with my cunt, probing and frigging it and inserting the tip of her finger in the little round hole behind, which I found excited me greatly.
I asked her if she went to him often.
'As often as I get the chance,' she replied.
'But are you not too young – would it not hurt you to have such a big thing pushed up into your belly?'
'Not in the least, missy, I was not nearly so tall as you when I was first fucked. Put your finger in and feel how open I am now.'
To my surprise her cunt admitted three or even four fingers with the greatest of ease.
'You are much more open than I am. Now tell me, do you find fucking so very pleasant as they say?'
'Oh, yes, it is grand. There is nothing like it in the world. How you would enjoy it, missy. An if you only saw two people fucking, you would never rest until you were fucked yourself.'
'At all events, I would like very much to see how it is done; could you not contrive, Zilla, to let yourself be fucked while I was looking on – of course, concealed.'
'Well, missy, if it would gratify you, I think I could manage it safely and pleasantly. But first I want to show you something; massa is not home today. Come, let us explore his rooms.
She led me to a room which I had always found locked, but of which she had a key. It contained sonly some broad couches, some very lascivious pictures on the walls and a tall roomy press. Several large mirrors were fixed on either side and a splendid chandelier hung from the ceiling.
'This is the place where massa and his friends hold their orgies,' Zilla said, 'but he will be alone this evening, I am told.' She opened the press which was full of loose gauze robes hanging up and continued, 'We sometimes hide in here to see what is going on, but he does not mind and never looks in himself; what would you think of hiding in it tonight – you would see all sorts of funny things and no one would know that you were here.'
'But what should I do if I was found out?'
'There would be but little chance of that; anyway I could disguise you, so that you would not be recognised even in the full glare of all these lights. You would only have to let down your hair, put on the same light dress we wear and stain your face and arms with a dye which can be easily washed off next morning. Do missy – try it – you will have more fun than I can describe and really no risk. I will be there and you will see me fucked and probably several others. You can tell nurse that you are going to pass the evening with your papa. Come here before he leaves the dining-room and I will settle you in the press and stay near it and take out any dresses that might be wanted.'
At last I consented and in due course found myself standing almost naked among the gauze dresses in the press, while Zilla peeped in now and then to tell me that everything was all right.
After some time papa came in looking very flushed. He had only a dressing gown on and was followed by three girls, one of whom was Zilla, with nothing whatever on them but their stockings and boots. He threw himself on his back on the couch opposite the press, and saying he was tired, asked the girls to dance and play before him.
Two of them embraced and commenced waltzing about the room. They pushed their legs in between each other's thighs and displayed their cunts and bottoms as much as they possibly could. As they went on they grew more excited, smacking each other's rumps and pulling the hair of each other's cunts. They then lay over one another and pretended to fuck. Anon they kissed each other's cunts.
All this time, Zilla was at my father's side, petting his prick and smiling towards the press as she made it stand up stiffly. She even winked when she drew down the soft skin and uncovered its large swelling head, red and shining like a ripe plum. But papa soon directed her to get over his face and called the others to come and manipulate his prick and bottom. Zilla then knelt with her knees on each side of his shoulders to enable her to place
