Chapter 2
My Strange Dream: My Maid Zilla
The next time my father sent for me after dinner I made an excuse for not going, for my newly awakened feelings rather caused me to shrink from him now.
But that same night my nurse made some of her peculiar tea. I tried to avoid drinking it, but she pressed it so strongly on me that I could not help taking some.
Soon afterwards I fell into a heavy sleep, and out of that-from some cause or other-I passed into a curious state of half-unconsciousness, and either saw or dreamed that Papa was in our room and lying on nurse's naked body.
Then I seemed to be carried over to them, and laid on my back by her side in such a way that he could kiss my cunny as he worked his bottom up and down over her.
All the time I was quite powerless and totally unable to speak or move .though I had a dreamy perception of all that was going on. Nurse then got over him with her bottom towards his face, her breasts resting on his belly and her head between his raised thighs. After a while she said, "Ah! I've got him into life again. What shall we do with him now?"
"Could we get him into Queenie, do you think?" asked my father.
"Isn't she too young as yet? It would hurt her I'm sure."
"She is turned eleven, and I have often fucked girls as young as she is; for in this country, as you know, girls are very precocious. We will grease her little crack and this poor fellow, not being very strong, won't hurt her too much."
She brought some cold cream and moistened my cunt while he worked his fingers in and out until at last he forced two fingers up together. Then he got nurse to kneel on all fours on the bed, and placing me on her back he held up my legs and knelt between them. After working his prick a few moments in her wet cunt, he put its well-moistened head in my little chink; then, holding me firmly by the shoulders, he gradually forced it in.
I felt a dull sensation of pain as it entered and moved up, yet I could neither stir nor cry out; but when it was well inside it seemed to fill me with warmth and satisfaction. I heard Nurse asking if he had got it in.
"Oh yes, easily," he replied, and 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, and I clung round him with my arms and legs.
But he soon laid me in the bed, and I was conscious of nothing more 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 spots she 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, and I now began to understand and find out why.
I soon learned, moreover, that all the planters round about, whether married or single, were similarly supplied, and that they were not thought any the worse for it, as it was the universal habit of the country.
My father, being one of the wealthier of them, only carried on matters on a grander scale. Whenever he invited his friends to dinner-and he never had anything but gentlemen'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 all rolled off to bed together.
I heard all this from a pretty slave named Zilly, whom Papa had 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 that he fucked so delightfully that the girls were always contending who should go to him at night; his bedroom door was always open, and one or two went to him every night, and he loved to have his prick petted and sucked.
While telling me these things she kept 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 very often.
"As often as I get the chance," she replied.
"But are you not too young? Doesn't it hurt you to have such a big thing pushed up inside your belly?"
"Not in the least. Missy. I was not nearly so tall as you when I was first fucked. Put in your finger and feel how open I am now."
To my suprise, her cunt admitted three, or even four of my fingers, and with the greatest ease.
"You are much more open than I am; now tell me, do you find fucking as pleasant as they say?"
"Oh yes, it is grand. There is nothing like it in the world. How you would enjoy it, Missy! Ah! If you only saw two people fucking, you would never rest until you were fucked yourself."
"At all events, I would very much like to see how it is done; could you not contrive, Zilla, to let yourself be fucked while I was looking on-of course, myself concealed?"
"Well, Missy, if it would gratify you I think I can manage it. But first I want to show you something. Master is not at 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 the key. It contained only some broad couches, some very lascivious pictures on the walls, and a very room press. Several large mirrors were fixed on the walls, and a splendid chandelier hung from the ceiling.
"This is the place where the Master and his friends hold their orgies," Zilla said, "but he will be alone this evening."
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 do you think of hiding in here tonight? You would see all sorts of funny things, and no one would know you were there."
"But what would I do if I were found out?"
"There would be very little chance of that; anyway, I could so disguise you that you would not be recognized 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 an oil 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 others. You can tell Nurse that you are going to pass the night with your Papa. Come here before he leaves the dining room and I will settle you in the press and stay near it, to take out any dresses that may 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 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, held by tine elastic, and shoes.
He threw himself on his back on the couch opposite the press, said he was tired, and asked the girls to dance and play before him.
Two of them embraced and commenced walking round 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 rump, and pulling the hair of each other's cunt. Then they laid one on top of the other and pretended to fuck, after which they reversed and licked each other's cunt.
All this time Zilla knelt 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 knob, 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 her cunt full on his mouth, while one of the girls lay between his legs, lifted them up and pressed hack his hams', and thus got tree access to his upturned bottom into which she thrust her tongue as far as she could roach.
The other girl held his prick in her mouth but without frigging it. which, I observed, she carefully avoided as she sucked the head and gently stirred the balls. After a few moments he cried: "Enough, my pets! Now ring the bell!"
Zilla jumped up and pulled a bell-rope. Immediately, the door opened and three lusty black fellows sprang in and began chasing the girls about the room.
The blacks were perfectly naked Sometimes they would catch the girls, and Hinging them down they would feel their cunts and try to fuck them; but the girls would always manage to break away before they could finish.
Suddenly the girls disappeared, leaving the three men looking very foolish with their black pricks sticking out like ships' bowsprits before them. Then they, too, rushed out to hunt after the girls, and soon one of them returned dragging one of the girls with him.
He laid her on a couch and was into her in a moment. But he had only fucked her a few strokes when another pair rushed in and dragged him off; then the newcomer took his place, thrust his prick into the open cunt, and fucked away.
The man who was dragged off seemed in no way put out, for he seized the girl that came in last, laid her on her back and charged into her cunt.
Then in came the third pair. The second man was now pulled off in turn, only to be replaced by the third.
So they went on, each girl being partially fucked by each of the men one after the other, which, Zilla afterwards informed me, is a most agreeable way of fucking.
In the midst of the confusion the lights were suddenly put out and we were left in total darkness.
I held the press door firmly from the inside .but Zilla came whispering: "Open, Missy, and let me in."
I opened the door and she slipped in, and clasping me in her arms she pressed her naked body against mine. Immediately I felt a hand moving all over my bottom and cunt.
"Is that you. Zilla, squeezing my bottom?" I asked.
"Yes dear. Open your legs more. More still. Lean against me and poke your bottom out. I want to play with it."
"Oh Zilla, that's not your hand! What are you pushing into me? Stop! It is hurting me! Oh Zilla! What do you mean? You are holding me for somebody to-what are you doing, you horrid man? Oh, Zilla, he is hurting me, he is splitting me up!"
"Be quiet. Missy. Don't make so much noise or you will have the whole lot of them in on us."
Meanwhile, I felt what I knew was a large prick forced up into my cunt from behind, while a pair of strong arms held me firmly around the waist and a hairy chin pressed on my shoulder.
Zilla put her hands between my legs, chuckled, and whispered: "Now Missy, you have it and no mistake. It's right up into your maiden cunny. How does it feel to be crammed with fine prick? Oh, yes. wag your little bottom; that's the way to enjoy a fuck."
Just then the press door was forcibly pulled open, and one of the black fellows caught hold of Zilla, crying out: "Here she is. I have her again!"
Her back was towards the door, and in a trice his prick was darting into her cunt, and by the impulse of her body against mine I knew that she was being fucked with tremendous vigour.
Whoever was behind me now fell-to again, and each time Zilla was banged against me in front my bottom got a shove from behind as the prick darted into my cunt.
Zilla, panting with excitement, kissed me and said, "Daring Missy, put your hand down and feel Sambo's prick fucking me."
I lowered my hand to the bottom of her belly and felt the fat, hairy lips of her cunt clinging round a sturdy prick.
Both prick and cunt were reeking with moisture which moisture which made my fingers smell for hours afterwards.
Sambo speedily discharged and retired; so did my friend behind, who then slipped out quickly in the dark, and we were left alone.
"Zilla, take me to my room,' 'I said. "I am tired and frightened to death. You are a bad girl. I won't trust you again."
"Forgive me, my darling Missy. I only meant to give you a treat. You haven't been hurt, for a good fuck never does anyone any harm."
I was soon in bed and fast asleep, for I was tired aned exhausted. Next morning, however, after being refreshed by my bath. I was more inclined to laugh with Zilla over the whole affair: but I could not prevail on her to tell me who it was who came behind me in the press, though I had my suspicions.
I had now been fucked twice, but somehow not in the regular way, and I longed for Dick to come and give me a more satisfactory lesson.
I was soon gratified, for that afternoon Dick came in with a radiant face and told me that a lazy and impudent girl and two others were to be sent to Snigger at four o'clock by my father's instructions, and that he had got a key for the door which opened into the loft over the punishment room.
It was half-filled with dry flax, he said, but, by shifting it, an excellent view of all that passed below could be seen through the loose boarding of the floor.
"So put on your things and come along. We have just got time to get comfortably settled before the fun begins."
We hurried off, and when we had entered the loft Dick carefully closed the door, locked it, and took out the key.
We then made a comfortable nest for ourselves amid the flax, over a large aperture in the floor through which, Dick said, we should have a clear sight of Snigger's operations on the bottoms and cunts of the poor girls.
He pulled up my dress and I opened his trousers, and then we laid head to tail together so that he could see and explore all the crannies between my legs while I was able with equal facility to investigate the fascination of his prick and balls.
While thus engaged I gave him a full account of all that took place the evening before, with the exception of my having been fucked myself.
In return he told me how he had seen his father fucking slave girls scores of times, and that on one occasion he stole out of his bed at night when he heard sounds of great revelry in the house, and on creeping to the open door of the parlour he saw his father chasing with a birch rod four naked women round the room, hitting heir botoms as hard as he could.
When he caught one he made her lean forward on the table with her bare bum cocked up; then two of the others ran forward and dragged her legs widely apart while the other held open the lips of her cunt, pushed in his father's prick, and tickled his bottom as he fucked away.
Dick was intensely watching this performance when he suddenly sneezed and startled the girls, and one of them, running to the door, caught him and dragged him in.
His father told them to take off his shirt and give him a good whipping for peeping when he should have been in bed.
This direction they at once prepared to carry out, but one of the girls, whose cunt he had often tickled, seized him by the prick as she was taking off his shirt and proposed that one of them should lie down with Dick on top of her, and that she should hold him tight while the others touched up his rump.
To this they all agreed, and they told her to lay down as it was she who had proposed it.
"She complied, and I was placed on top of her very willingly, for I was longing for a fuck. But they tantalised me by holding my prick in their hands and rubbing it hard all round the lips of her cunt.
"I heaved up and down, hoping to drive it in; but they always pulled it aside, while my father and all of them laughed at my frantic efforts to get it in.
"'Do let me in,' I implored. 'I cannot hold out much longer."
"'Yes, do!' the girl under me cried. 'I want it too!'
"At last they placed it right, and with one plunge my prick rushed up the hot recess. Oh! What delicious heat! How she bounded under me at every stroke! Lifting her legs, she crossed them over my back while they tickled my bottom with the rod.
"'You can leather away now as hard as you like!' I cried, for all the feeling of my body seemed concentrated in my prick, which felt as if it was bathed in bliss.
"They all said I fucked like a man, and that I was worthy of admission to the ranks of love. Oh, Queenie, you have given me such pleasure! I think a good suck, while you play with my balls and so delightfully finger my bottom, is equal to any fuck. Did you swallow my seed?"
"Yes, Dick, every drop."
"That's right. Now I must give you a new pleasure in return. Let me put this bundle of flax under your bottom to raise it up-so. Now hold back the cheeks while I suck it."
Then getting close behind me, he sucked my bottom hole, pushing in his tongue so that I felt the tip moving round and round inside and stirring up most delicious sensations throughout the whole region of love.
I did not know until then what a large amount of feeling there is in our bottoms and how closely connected they must be with our cunts. After a few moments, he asked, "Do you like having your bottom sucked, darling?"
"Yes, very much. I think it is the nicest feeling I have ever had."
"Does it increase the feeling in your cunt?"
"Yes, in the most delightful way."
"Do you feel as if you are near to spending?"
"Yes, my cunt and bottom feel all aglow. A very little more sucking or frigging would make it come."
"Well now darling, I want you to put your hands down again, hold open the lips of your cunt, and show me exactly where you have the most feeling and how best to excite it."
I put my hands down, and spreading open the lips I pressed the clitoris and rubbed the tip of my finger up and down between the nymphoe or inner lips of my cunt.
"Now I'll suck the entrance while you rub with your finger. At the same time go on telling me how you feel, and especially when you are spending."
"Yes, Dick. My cunt is growing hotter and hotter as you suck it and I frig the clitoris! Oh! It is getting very nice! I can't keep quiet! I must twist about and heave up! Now! Now suck. Dick! Push your tongue well in! Oh! What a lovely tongue-fuck! Squeeze my bottom and move your finger along inside it! Suck harder! Oh! Oh! I'm spending!"
I writhed in ecstasy while Dick supped up the soft effusion that distilled with so much pleasure from my fountain of delight.
Just then-but what happened is worthy of a chapter to itself, and so we will leave it.