Chapter 10
The Governor and his Family
At length we set sail for Trinidad, with the Governor and his suits aboard.
Sir Charles was an elderly man of "the line old English gentleman' type. His manner was courteous and from the first he was most particular in his attention to me.
He seemed to arouse all the ire of his proud and jealous wife, for she was positively rude in her conduct towards me and made it her habit, whenveer he was conversing with me, to swoop down like some bird of prey and carry him off.
The captain had given up his cabin to the Governor and had taken Mat's, while the daughter. Blanche, was located in the one next to mine at the opposite side of the saloon.
She was several years my senior, and being filled with grand ideas of her birth and station her manner was very cold, so that we had very little intercourse.
She assumed the role of a prude, but there was something in her eye that told a different tale and set me on watch to ascertain whether my suspicions were correct.
They ail suffered at first from the usual sea-sickness: but the Governor, being the first to recover, gladly availed himself of the opportunity to ingratiate himself with me, and I was inclined to encourage his advances.
The captain who enjoyed a joke-to spite the old lady, facilitated the enterprise in every way he could.
So it came to pass that one evening we sat together on the deck, his lady being not yet well enough to favour us with her presence. The old man was in high glee. He tucked a rug around me to protect me from the dew and ventured a kiss. Emboldened by finding that I did not object, he drew me closer to him. Then, putting his hand under my clothes, he let it wander up to my thighs.
He fingered my cunt for a while, and finding I offered no resistance he then got out his prick and slipped it up my well-moistened cunt.
It was not a very large prick, and didn't seem very strong. So. to help him, I gripped it tightly between my cunt lips, and it wasn't long before he shot his spunk into be. He then lay back, panting from his exertions.
I slid my hand down and held his prick. Tt felt rather soft and flabby, so I stroked it and tickled his balls.
The old fellow was delighted and regaining something of his youthful ardour he fucked me again with all his might.
We attempted the same game again later but he found it almost impossible to dodge the mother and daughter who both watched us with most suspicious eyes.
However. I soon learnt something of Blache's doing's that placed us on a more even footing.
My maid Zilla who had been keeping herself well fucked by various members of the crew, now told me about her latest conquest, the Governor's valet. She had taxed him with his devotion to Miss Blanche, and he had told her she had seduced him when he was a mere lad. She actually fawned on him, and had got her father to allow him to teach her Italian in her cabin so that she would be able to frig and suck his prick in privacy.
When I repeated all this to the captain he laughed till the tears ran down his face, and then said he would like to see her do it.
That gave him an idea: for he went down to my cabin and made an adjustment to the paneling so that it could be moved and thus provide a good view of the interior of Blanche's cabin.
Having heard Blanche tell the valet to bring his Italian dictionary after breakfast. I hurried down to my cabin and applied my eyes to the aperture the captain had made.
The view that met my gaze was even more delightful than I had imagined. Sporio, the valet, was sitting on the bunk and holding a book from which he was reading: his trousers were open all down the front and his shirt tucked up under his waistcoat.
Blanche was seated in front of him on a low stool, her head resting on his thigh and with both hands on his dark-coloured prick.
She kissed it. moved its head all over her face and licked it-and all the while gently frigging it with her fingers.
It was a finely proportioned prick, streaked with rich blue veins and in a state of throbbing erection. After a while she said. "Lie back, darling, and I will mount over you and put it in myself. You can look and see whether I guide the devil right."
She lifted her skirts and pinned them up above her waist: then she took off her drawers and straddled his middle, and I could see the purple-headed prick slide right up her cunt.
When she had it safely housed she took hold of a projection and allowed the motion of the ship to produce the exciting feeling she desired.
She continued this delightful method of fucking until she had pumped him dry and completely exhausted him.
"My Sporia is tired easily today. He must be going after too much new cunt." she said. "Do you find my hairy quim as attractive as ever? Or perhaps it is Queenie you would prefer to fuck," she added, with a pout of her pretty lips.
"Of course not, my sweet," he answered. "But all the same I must admit it would be nice to have my prick in her mouth and up her cunt."
When I related all this to the captain, he rubbed his hands together and said that somehow he must arrange to witness one of these Italian lessons with me.
It must have made him feel horny, too, for he made me lean back with my cunt fully exposed to the light, and kneeling between my legs he gave me a most delicious tonguing. Then, just as I was about to spend, he rose and buried his fiery-headed prick in my hot, wet and throbbing cunt.