Chapter 9
The Wedding Trip
On our arrival at Port Royal we learned that the American War of Independence had broken out, and the captain found orders awaiting him instructing him to sail for Trinidad with the new Governor, Sir Charles Stanhope, and to provide accommodation on board the ship for his family, consisting of his wife, the Hon. Lady Stanhope, their daughter, and their attendants.
We had some delay, however, for the Governor required a few days to make preparations for his move. So the captain decided that Laura's marriage should take place in the interval before sailing.
Accordingly, we all went ashore, and she and Mr. Yeats were duly married, the captain and I being the witnesses.
Our party was increased by an old friend of the captain's, whom he called Johnny, accompanied by a young coloured girl full of life and fun. I don't know her real name, but he called her Miss Betty.
After a grand lunch and plenty of champagne we drove to a country village, where rooms had been engaged for the night.
Mat and his bride were put in a carriage, and as they drove off with the blinds down we threw old shoes and handfuls of rice after them.
We then followed in a buggy with a black driver on the box. I sat next to Johnny, with the captain sitting opposite with Miss Betty.
It was difficult to know how to place our legs, and the captain said it was the custom for the gentleman to place his legs between those of the lady opposite him.
We objected, and in the scuffle that ensued Betty was discovered to be wearing pink garters. Johnny praised their beauty, and then said he was sure that mine were equally as pretty and I ought to favour the company with a view.
The captain applauded, and he kept my legs apart while he tried to pull up my dress. Betty, who fully entered into the fun, exclaimed, "Queenie's garters are blue, I know. But she has something higher up of a very different colour-and far more worthy of your inspection."
"Speak for yourself, Betty darling," I replied. "What is the colour of your own?"
The captain placed his knees under my thighs and tilted me backwards while Johnny peered up between my legs.
"Ah! So that's where the mouse-hole is!'
"Ha ha," laughed Betty, who was bent on mischief. "It's all very well to talk of the mouse-hole, but where is the mouse?"
"You won't have to wait long to find out. Miss Betty," said the captain, "for here is the mouse," and unbuttoning his trouser front he drew out his prick in full erection. "And I dare say Johnny can supply us with another." he added, winking at his friend.
Johnny needed no pressing. The buttons on his trousers were hastily unfastened, and out sprang a lovely prick with a glowing purple head and in a glorious state of erection.
"There, I told you so," said the captain. "Look at it. Queenie. Put your dainty little hand on it. That's right, dear."
Meanwhile. Betty directed her attention to the captain's prick. To his great delight, she opened his trousers right down the front so as to be able to pull out his balls along with it. Then, thrusting her hand inside again, she pushed on until she reached his arse-hole with her finger, and all the while frigging in the most delicate and skilful manner his throbbing and bounding prick.
His hands, you may be sure, were equally busy with her fat bottom and moist, gaping cunt: for by this time we had pulled nip our clothes to show oil our hairy cunts through the big gap in our drawers.
Johnny and I were carrying on a similar game. He titillated my cunt to such a state that I willingly acceded to his request to take off my drawers and then sit with my naked bottom on his lap, thus allowing his prick to poke up between the lips of my cunt.
It was as well that we were on a quiet country road out of the way of observation, for our intense excitement made us rather forgetful of society.
So I slid over Johnny, who took off my drawers, and made my buttocks rubs with delicious friction against his hairy surface of his belly. Then, raising myself sufficiently high to put the head of his prick in the furrow where I intended it to work. I quickly sal down again with the whole of it completely hidden from view.
"Bravo!" shouted the captain, and lifting Betty up he pulled off her drawers and made her sit on his lap with his rigid prick right up her cunt.
We two girls, being thus so pleasantly transfixed from behind, wriggled about on our human seats. Then, leaning forward, we embraced one another in our arms, with our faces over each other's shoulder.
Johnny availed himself of the nearness of Betty face to kiss her and thrust his tongue into her mouth while he enjoyed the pleasing friction of his prick amid the clinging folds of my cunt.
Meanwhile, the captain cried. "Lift up a minute. Betty, and let me finish up your arsehole."
She raised herself while he transferred his moist prick from her cunt to her bumhole.
A Hush of delight then came over her face as she pressed down and the soft round head slid into her arse, to be immediately followed by the whole of the shaft.
It would occupy too much space to describe all that went on in that car for the whole drive was one of continual licentious behaviour and pleasure.
When he reached the inn we found that Mat and his wife were in their bedroom with the door locked, so the captain called through the keyhole. "Go it, Mat! How are you getting on. Laura?"
"Oh, Uncle, Mat is nearly fucking me to death!"
"Don't you believe her. St. John." called Mat. "She has her randy cunt over my face while she .sucks the very lifeblood out of my prick."
We soon gathered round an excellent spread, and while the waiters remained we behaved ourselves with as much propriety as we could, though a good deal of cunt-fingering passed on the sly.
After a good nightcap of grog all round we retired to our respective rooms, Betty and I occupying a room between that of the landlord and his wife and Mat and Laura.
I must have fallen asleep some time when I was awakened by Betty's hand playing with my cunt. She had uncovered me, and having drawn up my legs was now exploring between them.
At least, I thought it was Betty, until I put my hand down and felt the warm prick of a very hairy man prodding my cunt and distending it to an unusual decree.
"Who are you?" I asked, raising my hand to feel his face. I touched a smooth round chin, with a tuft of hair in the middle which I knew was not possessed by either the captain or Johnny.
"Get away!" I cried. "Whoever you are. I won't let you fuck me!" and I tried to slip from under him, but he only seized me by the hips and fucked away.
A torrent of spunk pouring into my cunt stopped any further complaint from me, and I even returned his kiss as he lay panting on my naked bosom.
After discharging, his prick lay soaking in my cunt while our tongues met and enfolded one another.
He did not remain quiet for long, however. Moved by the convulsive throbs of my cunt, he placed his hands under me and grasped the cheeks of my bottom, and then began to fuck me again. I spread my thighs and jerked up my cunt to meet every thrust, while I spurred him on by hammering his backside with my heels.
But just as the delightful pleasure was speeding on to completion we were both startled by the appearance of a tall and handsome woman in a white nightgown, with her long hair streaming over her shoulders.
"You vagabond!" she screamed, with her eyes ablaze. "It's here I find you! Not content with your lawful wife, you roger all the maids and even assault the ladies that come to our house! Get out of here, you lascivious beast!" and putting down the lamp she carried, she threw herself on her husband and tried to pull him off me.
But he held on like grim death, resolved that come what may he would finish his fuck. Her outcry, however, brought the others on the scene; the captain, Johnny and Betty, each with a candle in hand, rushed into the room.
"Hells bells," cried the captain. "What's the row? Fight fair, girls. Two against one won't do," and dragging off the wife he tumbled with her on the floor.
Tn the struggle her dress was pulled up. and the jolly captain found himself between her legs with his ready prick right up her open cunt.
Betty threw herself back on the bed with laughter, and Johnny, after surveying the scene for a moment, thought he could not find anything better to do than follow suit by availing himself of the favourable position of Betty's upturned bottom.
So, lifting her nightie and poking his prick through the mass of tangled black hair, he penetrated her well-moistened crack.
Our three cunts now being satisfactorily filled and the three pricks actively engaged in the work most congenial to their nature, all complaints ceased, and the landlord's wife did not retire until she had been fucked by each of the three pricks in turn.
The following morning after breakfast, we spent a pleasant hour in an orgy of prick and cunt-sucking, after which we returned to Port Royal.