'Yes, dear papa, I do very much,' I said, compressing his prick in my cunt and squeezing him in my arms. 'Why should you not fuck me if you like; you have given me all I have, and I love you very much.' Then pressing him closer, I asked: 'Does the thought of fucking your own daughter increase the feeling of pleasure, papa?'
'Yes, my darling, it does. I don't believe I every enjoyed a fuck so much before in all my life.'
Here let me pause to remark I simply relate certain incidents in the early life of an untrained and uneducated girl, of warm temperament and loving disposition, but wholly in a state of nature and surrounded by a variety of evil influences.
I do not insert this, however, as an excuse, for my object is not to moralise or teach, but only to gratify and excite. I therefore record the facts of what occurred, and leave my readers to think and feel just as they like.
But to return. A great commotion was heard in the room beneath, which arrested the attention of all of us. Peeping down, we saw that two new girls had come in and they being sturdy women had proved more than a match for old Snigger.
One had caught him in her arms, while the other tied his hands together. they then dragged him to a rope which hung from a pulley in the rafters, and having fastened his hands to one end, they hoisted him up until he was standing on tiptoe. Meanwhile they laughed and hooted at his threats and cries, declaring that it was their turn now and they would pay him off in kind, by letting him feel the scratches of his own cat, and also, as one of them merrily proposed, by drawing out of his wicked old tool, every drop of spunk he possessed, so that he would not be able to fuck for a month at least.
So after letting down his trousers, and tucking up his shirt, one of them commenced behind by vigorously operating on his rump with the cat while the other, in front, frigged his prick with her hand. The heat behind and the friction before, soon made him spend, which he did not object to; but when they went on to a second bout, and after that to a third he complained terribly, while his prick seemed to have shrunk to nothing.
So the one who was frigging exclaimed, 'It is no use going on, his old tool has gone completely dead.'
'Show him your cunt,' cried the other from behind, still pounding away.
She held up her frock, and spreading open the fat lips of her cunt, showed him its red inside glistening with heat and moisture, but he, perhaps for the first time in his life, turned his face away from the luscious sight, and languidly closed his eyes.
'Make him smell it,' cried she with the cat. 'There is nothing like the scent, Sambo tells me.'
The one in front then drew up a table that was near and getting on it stood so as to bring her cunt close up to his face, and rubbed it against his nose.
The other pushing her hands between his legs from behind, made the unfortunate man spend the fourth time by frigging.
He seemed now utterly exhausted and ready to faint, so they let him down, and as he lay on the floor, they warned him most emphatically: 'Remember, if you dare to say one word about us, we will tell everybody all that has happened, and then you will be the laughing stock of the whole plantation.' After which they departed with great glee at their success. We too laughed at the scene, for we all agreed with Mrs Hobbs that the old fellow only got what he deserved.
CHAPTER 4
In a warm climate, frequent bathing becomes not only a luxury, but a necessity of life. My father fully understood this, and being a man remarkable for his attention to personal cleanliness, he impressed his habits on his household; and, to afford them greater facility, he had several bathrooms fitted up in his commodious habitation.
I took my bath regularly every day – as regularly as I took my meals – and sometimes a second or even a third when the day was hot.
I liked to have Zilla with me in the bath, as she was sprightly and full of fun; and afterwards, before resuming our clothing, we usually reclined together on a couch to rest and to luxuriate in the freedom of our limbs from the constraints of dress, with all its botheration of hooks, buttons and ties.
The sight and feel of our naked bodies would then naturally suggest subjects of conversation of an amatory and confidential character; and Zilla seemed always to make it a point to introduce such subjects and both by words and acts draw me on to lascivious talk; she even induce me to describe my sensations at the different times when I had been fucked, and how I liked to feel and handle the pricks. Then she would kiss and pet my cunt, and place me in different positions, and turn me up and, in short, play all sorts of pranks both with herself and me.
The reason of all this, as I found out afterwards, was to please and gratify my father, who, by means of a spy- hole which had been specially constructed, was able to watch our proceedings, and hear all we said.
On one of these occasions I asked her which gave her the most pleasure, a black or white fuck? She replied that though the colour did not much matter, provided they were equally strong and active, she preferred being fucked by a white man; but some of the blacks, and especially Sambo, had the most enormous tools. 'Oh, missy, at first sight, you would almost think that he would split you up, but somehow, after the head gets in, you by no means object to its large size.'
I said, 'I would like very much to feel what fucking by a black man's prick would be like.'
'Then, missy, take my place tonight, and you will be fully gratified; for I have promised Sambo to let him in for an hour, and he won't recognize you in the dark.'
So we arranged to exchange beds for the night.
Then I asked her to give me some idea before hand of his usual mode of proceeding.
She replied, 'He will expect, of course, to find the door opens easily and he has promised to enter very quietly without making any noise, not even to speak. As soon as he finds the side of the bed, he will be sure to push his hands under the clothes and feel your bottom and cunt. He will then likely draw you to the edge of the bed, lift up your legs on his shoulders and kiss or suck your cunt. If you wish to gratify him, then put down your hand, and you will find his big tool sticking up; rub it with your fingers, and when he stands up, put it to your mouth, it will find its way in, after that, you must let things take their course.'
She prepared me in the evening by rubbing some strong smelling herb into my cunt. 'For Sambo likes a good smell,' she said, 'and plenty of it, too.'
Zilla had a nice clean bed in a comfortable room that opened on the veranda not far from mine; so as soon as it was dark, I took her place and I had not occupied her bed many minutes before the door was gently opened and I heard someone enter and cross the room as if familiar with the way.
On his reaching the bed, the clothes were raised and I felt a large warm hand pulling up my shift and nestling in my cunt. The other hand then passed under my bottom, lifted me up, and drew me gently to the edge of the bed, with my bottom turned out; then all the coverings were pushed aside, and I felt a curly head between my thighs, and a nose sniffing about my cunt, then a plaint tongue licking round within the lips When Sambo perceived by my twisting and turning and panting that the pleasure tide was rising in my cunt, he sucked more eagerly, and grasping the cheeks of my bottom with his hands, he squeezed them so strongly that he hurt me, and I could hardly help crying out, but I quickly found that the smart of my bottom had a great effect in increasing the excitement in my cunt.
Putting my hand on his head, I pressed it in between my widely extended thighs, and opening my cunt, I moved it up to meet the probing of his tongue as I poured forth my effusion in a hot oozy stream.
He licked it up with evident relish while I lay back in a half-panting state; the suction of his lips, however, and the pressure of his fingers soon recalled me to life and feeling. I then put down my head and encountered the fiery head of his charger. It was full, hot, and erect but not so large as I expected, for my fingers were able to close around it as I frigged it up and down.
He raised himself up to bring it nearer to my face, just as Zilla had described, and pushed it on until its head
