The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.1

CHAPTER 1

My father possessed a large and flourishing estate on one of the West Indian islands before the emancipation of the slaves.

My baptismal name is Charlotte, but from the fancied likeness to a picture of the English queen of the name, my father called me Queenie, which pet name has clung to me ever since.

The first event of any importance in connection with my subject which I can remember occurred when I was about ten years old. I had then a black nurse called Dora, in whose charge I was especially placed. It was from her I learned that my mother, who died soon after my birth, had been a favourite and very handsome slave, nearly as white as a European, and that I greatly resembled her.

My father was king to me, though I did not see much of him, for he was often away on business; when he was at home, he used to send for me to come to him after dinner, when he would set me on his knee and make me sip sweet rum toddy. He liked tickling my thighs and pinching my bottom, he said, as it made me laugh and look merry; but one evening after his second glass he placed me astride his lap with my back towards him and my dress pulled up, that he might feel the warmth of my bottom there. I laughed and thought it funny and let him settle me as he wished. Then in a short time I felt a hot stiff thing poking up between my thighs and rubbing against my slit in such a way as even then to cause such a strange tingling there that I told my nurse of it when she was putting me to bed. She laughed and said massa wanted to do to me what he had done to my mother before me.

'Oh nurse, do tell me what papa did to mama.'

'Never you mind, missy, you'll know time enough.'

'Tell me now, nurse, you know I am past ten and the other day, when you were wiping me after the bath and were looking in between my legs, you said that I was grown quite a little woman; look again, nurse,' I said, lifting up my nightdress and spreading my legs, 'had mama a little slit in here, like I have, and did she let papa rub it for her?'

'What a funny child you are, Miss Queenie! You're indeed a large and well-made girl for your years and your mama did enjoy a rubbing there more than anyone I ever saw and, unless I am very much mistaken, you will be just the same,' then stooping down, she put mer hands under my bottom and raised me up and plunging her face between my thighs began to kiss the lips and lick around the inside of my little slit.

I was greatly surprised at first, but soon the motion of her warm pliant tongue in that most sensitive spot, made me press up against her mouth and cry, 'Don't stop, dear nurse, that is so nice!'

A thrill of pleasure passed through me, then feeling tired and heavy I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.

Nurse was a noted herb doctor and she used to boast that she could cure any sick person, or make them sleep, or even kill them if she liked.

There was one herb which she often gathered when out walking with me, which, she said, was good for tea and made people sleep afterwards. She sometimes used it for our own tea. It was nice and pleasant to drink but always made me sleep heavily after taking it.

She had steeped some that evening and filled my cup, but as it tasted more pungent then usual, my stomach turned against it and when she was not looking I poured it into the slop basin; but when she helped me again it was not so strong and I drank a little.

I suppose it was the effect of it which made me go to sleep so quickly, but it did not last as long as usual, for I awoke after only a few hours; the moon was shining brightly through the curtains drawn across the open window and I could see by the clock that it was only a little after twelve. I felt hot and restless and the excitement in my slit still continuing, I involuntarily put my hand to it and felt its smooth lips and the little slippery lump between. Then I rubbed with my finger the little hot chink below, which throbbed under my touch and which I felt to be connected in some mysterious way with the very mainspring of my being. I knew not then of that wondrous key which could enter in, wind up the spring and put all the hidden machinery into motion; but my eyes were partially opened, my curiosity aroused and many things I had heard and witnessed recurred to my memory with a startling significance unknown before. I settled in my mind therefore, to lose no opportunity of enlarging my knowledge of these interesting matters.

I was lying quietly in my bed while these thoughts were fermenting in my mind, when a low whistle to the window arrested my attention.

Nurse sat up and softly asked, 'Is that you, Dandy?'

The whistle was gently repeated.

'You may come in,' she replied, 'the child is fast asleep and the coast is clear.' A dusky form then passed through the window and I recognised one of the assistant overseers, a good-looking mulatto, who was much chaffed as nurse's follower and admirer.

She took him in her arms and gave him a mighty hug; on being released he turned towards me and asked, 'Is she fast asleep? Might I look at her little cunny?" 'You might, for I gave it to her strong last evening.'

He came softly to the side of my bed, and lifting the clothes, pushed his hand between my thighs. I pretended to be asleep though at first I found it very hard to remain still for his fingers tickled me, but he quickly aroused the sensation of pleasure I had felt before, and that made me firm as a rock. He them pulled down the clothes and opening my legs said, 'What a fair little cunt she has, Dora. I wonder who will be the first to ravish its sweets?'

'I would not be surprised if her own father had the first of her himself,' and she related what I had told her.

'I would not put it past him for he is the greatest man for women I ever met. 'Does he often come to you, Dora?'

'Yes, he does; he takes a turn when he wants a black cunt for a change.'

'And you give him enough of it too, Dora?'

'Why not,' said the nurse as she kissed the top of his red-headed tool which she had drawn out while they were talking. She seemed to be supporting its bag with one hand while she moved the other up and down the dark-skinned shaft.

Meanwhile Dandy had frigged my cunt into such a state of excitement that he was able to push the tip of his finger through the passage and though the pain was so considerable that I had to bite my lips to prevent myself crying out, yet the sensation was so overpowering that I willingly bore it while he forced his whole finger up; then I felt something snap inside and to my great relief he moved it in and out without hurting me.

'I declare she is fit to be fucked,' he said 'although there is not the slightest sign of hair on her mount yet. See the whole of my finger goes in without waking her.'

'So I see, but don't meddle further with her now; come here and I'll finish you off, then go to bed like a good fellow.'

Still holding him by the pego, she drew him towards her bed and sat down on the edge with him standing between her legs. He put his hands under her thighs and tilted her back. She at once spread herself like and open book, giving me a clear view of her enormous gap.

The outsides of the great fat lips ere dark and covered with black, woolly hair, but the inside was flaming red and seemed to be brimming over with unctuous juice.

'Let me put it in, Dandy!' she said as she directed with her hand the glowing head of his now rampant tool into what seemed to me the huge mouth of some all-devouring creature.

'Push, you villain,' she cried, as she clutched the two polished cheeks of his bottom with her hands, driving her nails into his quivering flesh, 'send home your prick and fuck me like a man.'

Dandy, bending to his work, was not slow in obeying her command and fucked with such fury that the whole room shook with the vigour of his strokes. Then his job being done and having lain on her a few minutes, he got up and went away.

The events of that night completely changed the current of my life. I was no longer an innocent child. A new sense had arisen in my nature; I felt a want of something, I scarcely knew what. At that same time I had become as knowing and suspicious as one of long experience in the ways of me.

I had learned to read and write from a schoolmaster who attended me for an hour each morning. I was fond of reading but had few books at my command and they ere chiefly novels of light description and such books of poetry such as Don Juan, Tommy Little and Burns; all these I now read with renewed interest and enlightened comprehension of the meaning of the numerous hints and allusions.

But my attention was especially directed to the living characters with whom I mingled in daily life and the strange events which were continually occurring around me which were so highly calculated both to stimulate and gratify my eager and prurient curiosity.

I began life in the midst of an atmosphere pervaded by sensuality and self-indulgence and how I remained in comparative innocence so long is to marvel at now.

My father was a man of robust health and unbridled passion; he had absolute control over a large number and variety of women; and as he was generous in conduct and had a most winning manner and address, they were only too ready to gratify him in every want that he desired.

Nor was he selfish in his pleasures, for he allowed his overseers – and he had several, mostly European – to enjoy the same licence he claimed for himself; so that, in a word, unbounded and promiscuous intercourse seemed the order of the day.

A son of the head overseer was allowed to play with me when he was home from school. His name was Dick and he was sixteen years of age.

He often tried to make free with me, but hitherto I had always repelled his advances, but now I felt quite prepared to meet him half-way. The next time he came to play with me, he started his old tricks of running his hand under my petticoats.

'Where are you putting your hand? I have no pocket there for guavas or nuts.'

'No, but you have a sweet little flower which I would very much like to see and unfold.'

'What nonsense you talk. How do you know that I have a flower or anything else there?'

'Oh, I know very well. I was watching my sister who is about your age taking her bath the other morning and she had the prettiest little mouth between her legs that I ever saw.'

'And what have you got there yourself, Master Dick?'

'Oh, I will show it to you, Queenie, there it is, won't you take it in your hand?'

'No, I'd be sorry to touch the ugly little thing' – all the time, however, looking at it with fixed attention.

'Why do you call it ugly – you just men the contrary. Look how stiff it is getting,' and he drew down the covering skin, 'see its red top peeping out. Do you know what it is for, Queenie?'

'No, what would I know about it?'

'Perhaps you may know more than you would like to say; but anyway, I will tell you: it is just made to go into the mouth between your legs – ah, do; there's a good girl.'

After much laughing, dragging and pushing he succeeded in getting his hand on my chink of delight.

I enjoyed watching how his face beamed with satisfaction as he felt with eager fingers the swelling mound and soft, rounded lips which formed the outer portion of my little unfledged cunny. He praised and kissed me and pressed hard against me, but all the while the knowing young dog was forcing me back and quietly pushing between my legs.

He pinched my clitoris and his fingers rubbed the slit, as he softly pulled up my frock and opened my drawers until at last I allowed him to get what he desired – a full view of my rosy chink. How his eyes then sparkled. How he kissed its lops and thrust in his tongue. He was leaning over me on one side and somehow my hand strayed up his thigh. His trousers were open and I took hold of his prick, it stiffened up as my fingers closed up around it. He seemed greatly pleased and lifting himself up, he pushed it forward for a closer inspection. He showed he how to frig it, as he called the moving of its loose skin up and down, and with a gratified air watched the operation.

He gradually moved his prick towards my mouth then asked me to kiss it. I put its head to my lips and rubbed it to my nose. It had a slight and peculiar smell, which to me was pleasant and exciting. I let it enter my mouth and twined my tongue around its neck. He put my hand on the little bag that held its stones and told me to feel them and then pushed my hand until my fingers reached the round hole in his bottom.

Dick was in fact, quite a little European and, young as he was, he had seen and even participated in many of the various modes of sexual enjoyment.

'Queenie, you are a brick, you know how to please a fellow and you have a lovely cunt; now let us have perfect confidence in one another; we shall have great fun and I shall tell you all sorts of queer things; do you agree?'

'Yes, Dick, you are a good, clever boy and I am very fond or you,' and we sealed our bargain with a kiss.

'Queenie, you shall be my true love and I will marry you when you are grown up and I have an estate of my own. But now tell me, do you know the name of what you are now holding in your hand and petting so nicely?'

'It is called a prick and this, you know, is called a cunt and putting the prick into the cunt is the nicest feeling in the world and is called fucking. Now lean back, raise your knees and open your thighs as widely as ever you can and let us fuck together; if I can get my prick into your cunt you will know what a delightful thing fucking is.'

I lay back, spread my thighs and putting down my hand, tried to open my cunt as much as I could, while he knelt between my legs and pressed the head of his tool against the opening. He pushed and worked away and I heaved up and helped by every means in my power, but all in vain, he could not get it in; at last some white juice spurted out of his prick and he had to give up, almost crying at his want of success.

I fully sympathised with him and said, 'But Dick, how do you know that it is meant to go in there at all?'

'Why, I have seen it go in many a time; shall I tell you what I saw only last week?'

'Do, Dick, I would like above all things to hear it.'

'You know, old Snigger keeps the plantation cat, and flogs the slaves when they are sent to him with a note from my father. Last week our Sally was lazy an impudent and he resolved to giver her a lesson by sending her to Snigger. So he wrote; "Give this girl a round dozen to teach her better manners," and sent the note with her. I knew what was in the note and why she was sent. So I followed quietly after her and going to the rear of the punishment house, I was able to look in and see all that passed. The old fellow led her in and fastened the door. When the poor girl knew why she was sent there, she seemed quite dumbfounded and burst out crying. He tried to comfort her by saying, "I know you, Sally, and if you are good and quiet, I won't hurt you much." 'He then tied her hands and placed her leaning over a bean so that her bottom was well cocked up. Then he raised her petticoat and flung it over her head and shoulders, and putting his hands between her legs, forced them wide apart – at which she squealed out and threatened all sorts of things.

'"Very well," he said, "if you won't be quiet you must only suffer for it,' and bringing down the cat he gave her a smart cut across her naked posteriors.

'She jumped and gave a yell.

'"All right," he said, giving her another, "now perhaps you will be quiet and behave yourself." '"Oh, yes, Mr. Snigger, I will be as quiet as I can, but don't hit so hard, you hurt me terribly." '"I don't want to hurt you at all, Sally," he said, rubbing his hands between her fat thighs, spreading them further apart and gazing up at her cunt. He then loosened his pants and brought out his tool. You would have wondered at the big prick the old fellow has. He made it wag its great purple top as he shook it in his hand. Then holding her by the hips, he drove it at her cunt.

But when she felt it between her lips she cried, "Stop, you mustn't do that." '"You want another taste of the cat, my lady?" he said, drawing back and giving her a lash.

'"Oh, Mr. Snigger, don't whip me any more and I'll let you do anything you please." '"Now, you speak like a sensible girl," he said, coming close again. He opened the glowing lips of her cunt, inserted the head of his prick and pushed it slowly up. As it disappeared, he leaned on her back and put his hands under her belly, spread them over her cunt and made his prick pass in and out through his fingers. You would have been surprised, Queenie, to have seen with what ease the great prick passed up into her belly; and as soon as he began to fuck with regular back and forward thrusts, she pointed her bottom out to meet every push.

When he finished he made her promise never to tell anyone what he had done to her. "If you do and I have you here again, maybe you won't catch it, that's all." She knew that was no idle threat, so she let him kiss her and then went quietly away.

'Would you have liked to see that, Queenie?'

'Oh, dear yes, almost every day.'

'I will tell you the next time and we can go together. Won't it be fun?'

I promised to go with him and after some more handling, looking and kissing, he departed.