Chapter 3

Lizzy

In the midst of our sweet delirium we heard steps on the stairs leading up to the loft, and Dick had only time to draw the flax over us when the door was unlocked and to my surprise and horror my father's voice sounded in my ears.

He had a lady with him whom I did not know then but whom he called Lizzy. He carefull arranged a snug corner for her within a few yards of our hiding place, and then said, "Now, Lizzie, my pet, we are perfectly safe from observation here and we can enjoy ourselves without fear of intrusion while we watch Snigger and the girls. The old fellow, I am told, gloats over their naked bums and always fucks the fattest before or after the whipping. Would you mind taking off some of your clothes, the loft is so hot and this corselet of yours is always in the way."

"Are you sure, Robert, that no one can see us here?"

"How could they, when we found the door locked and I re-locked it after we entered."

He then spread his coat for her to lie on while she divested herself of everything, even her chemise, and let down her hair.

I could see through the flax that she was young, of a fair complexion, and exceedingly pretty.

Dick told me afterwards that she was the wife of a neighbouring planter named Hobbs, who was a worn-out debouchee, and that he was said to be very jealous of her but otherwise not to care much for her, as he seemed to prefer the embraces of his numerous black mistresses.

"It was very good of you to come over today, Lizzy, when you knew I was longing to see you. But how did you get away from the Ogre?" (meaning her husband).

"I told him I wanted to make some purchases in town, and to satisfy him I said I would enquire about some cigars he was expecting. Having done this, I rode on here."

Papa took her in his arms, kissed her and said, "Take him out yourself, my pet. He loves the touch of your soft fingers, it always puts new life into him."

She pretended to look shy as she unfastened his trousers down the front, put her hand inside, and drew out his fine, handsome prick.

Although it was my own father's prick, from which my natural instinct inclined me to turn away my face, yet, in my then excited state, I could not help regarding it with the greatest interest.

I especially admired the milky whiteness of its shaft, and the look of pride with which is reared its purple head as she drew down the covering skin.

As she kissed its glowing top, and sucked it in her mouth, he said, "Tell me its name, Lizzy."

She looked up and answered: "Prick."

"And this soft mouth with its silky moustache, what is it called?" he asked, as he separated her yielding legs.

"Cunt-my cunt," she replied, dwelling most lasciviously on the "fast two letters n and t."

"That's a pet. Now what shall we do with this prick and cunt?"

"Let them fuck, of course. What are they made for but for fucking?"

"Does the Ogre often fuck you?"

"No, but he is always trying to put his nasty prick into my bottom, and sometimes he hurts me terribly."

"He is a brute; and yet fucking in the bottom is not so bad when it is done gently and nicely."

"Ah, I would let you fuck me anywhere, Robert."

"My pet, we will try it that way some day. Does he ever fuck any of the girls in front of you?"

"Oh yes. He has often tied me down and fucked them so close to me that I could not avoid seeing all that was done; then he would take his prick out of their cunts and make me kiss it. When I refused one day, he brought in a slave, and having stripped me naked he held open my cunt and the slave fucked me before them all. Oh! He is a horrid beast and I hate him."

"How I wish I could take you from his altogether; but it is better for you to put up with him and come to me as often as you can. Ah, here comes the first girl, a saucy, impudent hussy. I wrote to him to give her two dozen, and I hope he will cut into her well. Get on your knees, pet, and while you are watching them through the slit in the floor I will watch the other slit between your legs."

Snigger took the note from the girl, read it with a grin, and commenced tying her hands.

"Oh, Mr. Snigger, this is the first time I have ever been sent here. Please be good and don't uncover me."

"Well, I must fasten you at all events."

He secured her as usual, so that she was leaning over the beam; but when he attempted to raise her petticoat she screamed and kicked with all her might .

"Ah, my lady, I will soon stop that," he said, and taking a long flat piece of wood he fastened her feet to each end, thus fixing them at their widest stretch.

Then, not heeding her cries, he pulled up her clothes and passed his lecherous hands deliberately over her naked belly and bottom and the insides of her thighs. Then, opening the lips of her cunt he looked inside and poked his finger up.

She threatened him at the higest pitch of her voice; but her abuse only seemed to add zest to his pleasure, for he laughed as he took out his prick and placed its ribucan head between the thickly covered lips of her cunt and slowly drove it up.

"What is he doing?" I heard Papa ask Mrs. Hobbs.

He is admiring her big black bottom and hairy quim; now he is putting in his prick. There! He has driven it all inside, and his belly is pressed against her rump! He is taking it out of her quim now. Oh, I do declare, he is fucking her bottom-and she likes it!"

"Why not? May I try yours, Lizzy?"

"You may, dearest. I could not refuse you anything: but do it gently, won't you, Robert."

"You may be assured of that. Now try and open it as much as ever you can while I grease my knob in your spunky quim. There. Now it is in. Does it hurt you, pet?"

"No, dearest, I like it. Your prick would not hurt me anywhere." Papa leaned over her back with his hands on her cunt. and they both panted as his prick passed in and out.

This scene excited Dick greatly. He wetted his fingers and began to frig my bottom. I knew what he wanted, and whispered: "You may," for the sight of my father's fine prick slipping in and out between the beautiful white globes of Lizzy's bottom had stirred up all the lust in my nature and made even my bottom itch for a prick.

"I will moisten it in your cunt first," he whispered in reply. "Put you hands behind you and open your bottom as if you were going to do something."

I did so, and he squeezed the head of his prick inside.

"How do you like it?" he asked.

"It's lovely! Frig my cunt as well, dear. Ah! That's nice, Dick. Fucking in the bottom is not so bad after all."

"Oh, it's grand!" said Dick.

The sensation of pleasure was now so intense that we could no longer restrain ourselves, and we both grunted aloud together.

"Hallo!" cried Papa, looking in our direction. "Here's Queenie and young Dick fucking away like mad. Dick, you rascal, you should have asked my permission before fucking my daughter. However, I am sure you did your work well, so I must forgive you."

In fact, I have not the least doubt that he was rather pleased than otherwise; for should any 'accident' occur to me it would be very convenient to have Dick to lay the blame on.

So, when I hid myself in the flax, he pulled me out. Then, kissing me, he told me not to be alarmed, for he was not at all angry, and putting his hand under my bottom he raised it up so that Mrs. Hobbs might see my cunt.

"Don't you think she has a pretty little cunt, Lizzy? So fair, and smooth, and so beautifully red inside."

Mrs. Hobbs looked at it, and then stooped down and kissed it. In doing so she elevated her own plump posterior, and Papa, winking at Dick, pointed to it, saying, "My friend Dick is admiring your splendid arse, and is no doubt wishing to be allowed a closer inspection; but I fancy Queenie has pumped him dry for a time."

Dick only laughed, and putting his hand on the well-rounded cheeks of her bottom, said, "May I feel you, dear Mrs. Hobbs?"

"Well, Dick, as you have seen all that has passed it can't make much difference; and if you promise to be discreet, and never tell, I have no objection to your sharing in our amusements."

Dick was delighted to have access to a new cunt, and he pressed her bottom and kissed its cheeks while he poked his fingers into the recess of her cunt and drew open the fat, moist lips ornamented with light, curly hair.

Meanwhile, Papa played with my chink of love, saying he always admired a cunt more before the hairs grew than afterwards.

"These plump, smooth lips, so round and white, look so very innocent and inviting."

"Yes," said Mrs. Hobbs. "I quite agree with you. I think my own cunt would be much nicer without hair."

"No!" cried Dick from behind. "It could not be nicer than it is. This silky hair is lovely," and he prolonged his delight by rubbing his prick all over the soft and pouting lips of her cunt.

Mrs. Hobbs laughed, and pleased with his attentions she spread her thighs and pushed out her bottom, saying, '"Well, anyway, I like a good fuck, Dick, so put your prick in and get to work."

Papa smiled at her ardour, and taking my hand he placed it on his own prick, saying, "I bet that young rascal has taught you how to frig a prick, too."

I now held in my hand that engine which some 12 years ago deposited in my mother's womb the germ of my being, and I must confess that the idea rather added to my pleasure.

I smiled as I watched it regather its strength and stiffen while I frigged its smooth shaft and drew back the skin from its head.

Lizzy laughed and said:

"Look how she cuddles her father's prick. You seem well acquainted with it. dear. Have you ever given her a taste of it in her cunt, Robert?"

"Now. Lizzy, you know the old saying: ask no questions and you will hear no lies."

"Well, try it now, at all events. I have got possession of her sweetheart, so it is only fair exchange that she should have mine."

"Shall I. Queenie?" Papa asked, leaning over me.

"You may. Papa, if you wish," I said, turning over on my back and spreading open my thighs.

"Hold on, Dick!" cried Mrs. Hobbs, who was on her hands and knees with Dick fucking away from behind. "Wait till they begin-and you, Robert, put something under her bottom so that we can see your prick working in her cunt better."

Then, supporting herself by her left hand against the pressure of Dick's weight on her rear, she took Papa's prick in her right hand, and placing its head between the lips of my cunny watched it disappear amidst its rosy folds.

Papa's large prick slipped in now with the greatest of ease, much to the satisfaction of us both. As he drove it home, I involuntarily gave the peculiar spread of the thighs and sympathetic heave of the loins which women cannot help doing when anyone is making them really enjoy a fuck.

My father noticed it, and he whispered in my ear, "My dearest Queenie, do you like my fucking you?"

"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 wish to? 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 certainly does. I don't think I have ever enjoyed a fuck so much before in all my life."

Here let me pause to remark that I am simply relating certain incidents in the early life of an untrained and ill-educated girl of warm disposition and loving temperament surrounded by a variety of evil influences.

I don't write this down, however,, as an excuse, for my object is not to moralise but only to gratify and excite.

I therefore record the facts just as they occurred, and leave my readers to think or feel just as they like.

But to return: A great commotion was now heard in the room underneath which arrested the attention of us all.

Peeping down, we saw that two new girls had come in, and that being sturdy young women they 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 tip-toe.

Meanwhile they laughed at his threats and cries, declaring that it was their turn now and that they would pay him 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 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 a skilful hand.

The beat behind and the friction in front soon made him spend, which he did not object to; but when they went on for a second bout, and after that a third, he complained terribly, while his prick seemed to have shrunk up to nothing.

"It's no use going on," said the one who was frigging him. "his old prick has gone dead altogether."

"Show him your cunt!" cried the other from behind, still pounding away.

She let go of his useless prick, and holding up her skirt and spreading open her cunt lips she 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's nothing like the smell of a cunt. Sambo tells me."

The one in front then drew up a table that was near, and getting on it she 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, worked on his prick and balls with such effect that in a short time she made the unfortunate man actually spend for the fourth time by frigging.

He was now utterly exhausted and ready to faint; so they let him down, and as he lay on the floor they warned him 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."

And so they departed in great glee at their success.

We, too, laughed at the scene, for all we agreed with Mrs. Hobbs that the old fellow had only got what he deserved.