Chapter 4
Sambo, and the Events preceding my Departure from Home
In the warm climate, frequent bathing becomes not only a luxury but almost a necessity of life.
My father fully understood this, and being a man remarkable for his attention to personal hygiene, 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 every day as regularly as I did my meals, and sometimes a second or third when the day was very hot.
I liked to have Zilla with me in the bath, for she was spritely and full of fun; and afterwards, before resuming our clothing, we usually reclined together on a couch to rest and luxuriate in the freedom of our limbs from the constraint of dress, with all its botherations of hooks, buttons and strings.
The view and feel of our naked bodies would thus suggest subjects of conversation of an amatory and confidential nature; and Zilla seemed always to make it a point to introduce such subjects, and both by words and acts try to draw me into lascivious talk.
She even induced me to describe my sensations at the different times when I had been fucked, and how I liked to feel and handle pricks.
She would kiss and pet my cunt, and then place me in different positions best suited for feeling and frigging me.
The reason for 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 everything we said.
On one of these occasions I asked which gave her the most pleasure, a black or a white prick.
She replied that although the colour did not much matter, provided they were equally strong and active, she preferred being fucked by a white man, but that some of the blacks, and especially Sambo, had the most enormous pricks.
"Oh! Missy! At first sight you would think that he would split you up; but somehow, once the big knob was in, you would by no means object to its large size."
"I would very much like to feel what fucking by a black man's prick would be like," I said.
"Then, Missy, take my place tonight and you will be gratified, for I have promised Sambo to let him in for an hour and he won't know you in the dark."
So we arranged to exchange beds for the night.
Then I asked her to give me some idea beforehand of his usual method of procedure. She replied, "He always straddles over me first and lets me suck him off.
This makes him even more excited and randy, and he knows I adore swallowing his spunk."
When I had retired in Zilla's bed that night it was not long before I heard Sambo creep into the dark room, and as I was stretched out stark naked on the bed waiting for him I felt him grope at the bedside and then clamber up and straddle over me with his prick directed towards my open mouth, which eagerly closed around his shaft.
I nibbled it gently with my teeth and ran my tongue all over the big knob, at the same time massaging his big balls with my skilful fingers.
Suddenly I felt a thrill pass through Sambo's frame: his prick bounded in my mouth, while his spunk poured down my throat in quick gushes of rapture and delight.
The intensity of the feeling forced him to exclaim, to my confusion and amazement: "Darling Queenie, it is I! What exquisite pleasure you have given me! How deliciously you have sucked my prick!"
"Oh, Papa! I thought you were Sambo! I am glad to have given you so much pleasure, but how did you know I was here?"
"Well, to tell you the truth I was close to you this morning when you were taking your bath with Zilla, and I heard your arrangement with her to enable you to have a taste of Sambo's great prick. And I am not surprised at your curiosity, for he certainly has an enormous tool. It's as big as that of any jackass-, and all the women on the estate are mad for it.
"I knew that he would be here shortly, and my intention was to steal a march upon him and have you myself first, so as to smooth the way for his huge weapon and prevent your being hurt by its unusual dimensions. But the suction of your mouth was so delightful that I could not withdraw my prick in time.
"However, I don't expect you will suffer much inconvenience, as your cunt is unusually large and ripe for so young a girl."
But while he was talking another pair of hands commenced playing about with me, and I found that Zilla had been present all the time.
"Dear Missy, I have brought you some nice ointment. Let me put a little of it inside your cunny, it will prevent Sambo tearing it with his powerful weapon."
She pushed a quantity of the softening ungent up my cavity of delight and then, suddenly pausing, said, "Shush! Here he comes."
She slipped noiselessly round to the other side of the bed just as Sambo opened the door and entered the room.
I was almost terrified by all these warnings and preparations, and I began to repent of my undertaking. But it was now too late to change my mind, for in less than a moment I felt his great paw groping around my cunt.
But he stopped almost at once, as if surprised, and with a low chuckle, he said, "Golly, Miss Zilla, what have you done with your cunt? It has lost all its hair! It's as smooth as the back of my hand."
It now occurred to me, for the first time, that although I was the same height and build as Zilla he would find a great difference in our cunts, for hers had a fine profusion of thick curly hair, while mine at that time had only a suspicion of the luxurious growth which was later to cover it.
"But all the same," he went on, "this smooth little cunt is very nice whether you are Miss Zilla or Miss Somebody Else, and it has a good smell, too," he said, kissing my cunt and thrusting his tongue inside with considerable force.
"Now, Missy, where is your little hand? Put it here on Sambo's tool."
He took my hand and placed it on his huge affair. Oh! That WAS a prick! I am certain I don't exaggerate when I say it must have been more than a foot long, and thick in proportion. The head was tremendous. It was as big as my two little tits put together.
I felt it with amazement and began to fear for my cunt in great anxiety.
"Oh, Missy! What do you think? Will I get it in? You need not be afraid, for although he is big he is very slippery and will creep in like a snake through the grass. Suppose we try? But first give him a nice big kiss, for that will make him loving and tender.
He pushed his huge prick towards my mouth, and I held it in both hands. It was very muscular and seemed instilled with life.
I rubbed the large soft head on my lips, for I did not suppose that my mouth was big enough to take it in. However, the moment my mouth opened he pushed it in. It filled the whole aperture inside-and kept my jaws at their widest stretch. I had certainly never had so large nor so strange a mouthful before.
"Golly, how nice!" he grunted, moving it slowly back and forth through my lips.
I had tasted Dick's seed several times, and I had just swallowed a quantity of my father's; now the desire took possession of me to taste what Sambo's was like.
So I sucked the head while I frigged the stiff column of his prick and felt his enormous balls, which were more like a stallion's than a man's.
The whole prick grew larger, stiffer, and hotter; then, all of a sudden, a mighty flood of steaming spunk burst into my mouth faster than I could swallow and bubbled out at the corners. It seemed very hot and thick, and had a strange aromatic flavour. Sambo's grunts were now alarming.
"Oh! Ah! Oh!" Then with a great sigh he sank down by my side.
All this time there was a rustling and a shaking going on at the opposite side of the bed, and I heard Zilla's suppressed titter, so I knew that they were at prick and cunt work, too, and enjoying all which was going on.
I was afraid to say a word lest I should betray myself, so I quietly wiped my mouth and awaited the further progress of events.
Sambo speedily recovered, and putting his hands under my bottom and his head between my thighs he again kissed and sucked my cunt; then, rising, he flung himself on top of me on the bed.
Now came the ordeal which I both dreaded and longed for. I felt the hugh prick poking its round head against my cunt; the tender opening seemed already over-stretched by its attempted entrance, but I was resolved to endure any amount of pain provided the passage was finally effected.
So I put down my hand, and opening the lips widely with my fingers I placed his slanting knob at the critical spot.
He then made a downward shove, forcing the monstrous head just inside the lips. I spread my thighs to their widest stretch and heaved up to him, but still it stuck just inside the entrance.
Then a sudden thought seemed to strike him, for he drew it back and daubed its head and my cunt plentifully with spittle. Then he replaced his prick in the mouth of my cunt and renewed his efforts.
This time he met with better success, for the huge well moistened head gradually forced its way in, and at last I enjoyed the supreme pleasure of a manly organ passing into and filling up the whole of my feminine recess.
For the life of me I could not help murmuring with a sigh of relief, "Oh! It's in! At last I have it! It's all inside!"
Zilla laughed and cried out, "Hold it, Missy! Hold it fast! Now, Sambo, fuck. FUCK!!"
"Who's that? Is that you, Zilla? Ah! You humbug poor old Sambo. Sambo humbug you another time."
"Fuck, you fool!" cried Zilla, coming behind him, and pushing her hand between us she felt the lips of my cunt stretched around the mighty shaft of Sambo's prick.
"You should go on your hands and knees and bless me for getting you the nicest cunt in the whole island."
At last the truth dawned on him.
"Oh! Darling little Queenie! You are very kind to poor Sambo. You have a lovely little cunt."
And he commenced a series of slow but delicious up and down heaves, making the huge tool press most luxuriously in and out between the clinging lips of my throbbing quim.
Zilla's fingers, too, greatly increased the sensation, as she felt the lips and pinched my clitoris, and I thought I felt my father's hand, too, with one of his fingers in my bottom hole.
Hearing a movement on my right I reached out my hand, and meeting his he placed it on his prick.
It sometimes happens in the experience of us all, that after long waiting our desires are accomplished, and then fortune, as if to make up for the delay, heaps her favours on the happy recipient, and to use the old saying, 'it not only rains but it pours."
So it was in this instance. I was at last gratified to the uttermost. I had in my cunt the largest prick I ever saw, fucking, fucking, fucking; in my hand I held my father's fine prick, frigging, frigging, frigging; while Zilla's fingers played with my cunt and bottom, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.
Still I wanted more. I turned my head to one side and drew it down to Papa's prick until I got its head in my mouth, so that I might at the same time enjoy its fragrance and velvety softness as I rolled my tongus round its palpitating head, sucking, sucking, sucking.
Thus, whlie Sambo fucked my cunt, I sucked my father's prick and Zilla frigged us all: and as she frigged she cried, "Go it, pricks, fuck cunts! Heave bellies! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" until a universal flow of spunk poured over prick, cunt and bottom, and we all rolled together in one mass of intermingled bodies.
After a while we recommenced feeling around, and the effects of different hands meeting together as they felt the neighbouring pricks and cunts was curious and exciting.
Sambo had taken father's prick in his mouth and was trying to suck out something more, while father played in my bottom with his tongue and licked my cunt.
Meanwhile, Zilla had managed to get over me with her cunt on my face, and she obviously enjoyed the titillations of my tongue and lips, for she quickly favoured me with a soft effusion.
But as we all felt nearly used up we now separated for the night, and in our several beds we sought that repose which we so much needed to recoup our exhausted powers.
Next morning my father met me as usual, but with a more affectionate manner. He made no reference to the previous evening, but after a fond embrace he told me that he had decided on sending me to a ladies' academy in one of the southern states of America, and that a friend of his, a Captain St. John, who commanded a trading vessel, would take care of me as far as New Orleans; he had just heard he was to sail in a fortnight, so I should not have very much time for making preparations.
I thanked him and promised to lose no time in getting myself ready.
I was of course sorry to leave him, specially now that I knew him better; but I felt he was right in sending me away, and the thought that I could improve my knowledge of the world reconciled me to the change.
Dick, too, had to leave, as his father had arranged to send him to one of the Island Colleges as a medical student.
We arranged to correspond regularly, and he assured me he would remain faithful to me for ever; but he laughed when, in reply, I made him promise to give me a true and exact account of all the girls he fell in love with, and also a full description of any amours he mightt engage in, or any love scenes he might witness; for I well knew he could not live without some amusement of that kind.
"And remember," I added, "I don't care how many girls you go with, provided you retain your love for me and tell me everything that happens."
I may add that Dick was faithful to his promise, and did send me from time to time very amusing accounts of his love adventures.
I have his letters still, and as some of them are exceedingly graphic in detail, I may, in the proper place, transcribe portions of them for the gratification of my readers.
The events I have related above, although massed together in the narrative, really occupied a period of three years.
I have selected only the most remarkable, and those which impressed themselves most deeply on my memory and thereby produced the greatest effect in the formation of my character.
We are all very much what early teaching and examples have made us, and those who have met with similar experiences to mine in their early youth know how impossible it is in after life to resist the bias and change the tone of the impressions produced, for they are lasting as life itself.
I refer to this fact because it throws light on the development of character as delineated in the following pages.