Anonymous

Midnight intimacies

I pass over the usual love expressions of my boyhood and adolescence merely saying I had, from a very; early age learned all about the various joyous thrills my young body, could render me. At the age of twelve I had practiced every form of sexual desire that my vigorous imagination could conceive. I had “had” several beautiful boys of my own age with whom I indulged in all sorts of sexual acts. I had also played with and “had” several young girls from the age of six to twenty, which, together with my carnal knowledge with all the animals on my father's farm — cows, sheep, pigs, and more particularly the horses, of which I had two beautiful ponies male and female, of my own — a present from my father who doted on me. I had thus developed a good size cock when I reached the age of fourteen, which at that ripe age I was able to give infinite delight to many of the pretty servants in our employ at and about our house.

I used to plan and scheme all sorts of new pleasures I could indulge myself in, with myself or others. Among the numerous forms I tried, I will content myself by mentioning but a few. I would secure a watermelon, take it to my room, cut a small hole in it to resemble the female organ, then lay on it and insert my cock into the opening made.

The soft and juicy pulp gave a very realistic feeling of being into a young girl's tight belly. When the hole became too large with use, I'd cut another one and so on till the entire melon was all used up, then throw it away.

I then tried a medical battery on myself. This instrument was unlike the usual medical box affairs. It was all complete in itself in a metal tube about ten inches long and one and half inches in diameter. All one had to do was to turn one end and the current was set on, the more you turned it the stronger became the current. The shape and size had a fair resemblance to a cock. Well, I'd put this to my young cock and smooth balls — I had not grown any hairs there yet, then turn on the juice. It is impossible to tell the exquisite feeling it gave. It is something like when you are in the throes of “spending” only in that case the feeling last but a few seconds, whilst with the electric instrument that very same feeling is kept up all the time for as long as you can stand it, till your mad ejaculation puts an end to the fun for the time being.

There are several attachments that go with the instrument, one of which is a small polished ball at the end of a curved steel rod. This was attached to the instrument and the ball inserted up your bottom. When the instrument was placed to either cock or balls the current rushed through your bottom, cock and balls giving a divine thrill to all those parts, but most particularly when the sensitive head of the cock was touched. This would soon send me into a heavenly “spendings" most profusely, the gism spouting out in powerful jets, my cock throbbing in a violent manner, and my bottom grasping tightly on the ball inserted deeply in it. The cock would become extremely rigid and thick. I attribute the strength and largeness of my cock and balls mainly to this electric treatment I gave it each day almost, and can highly recommend to any man or boy who wishes to have a large and powerful organ of pleasure, for all who are so blessed with a big tool will ever be in great demand by the ladies and especially young girls, who love to have their young bellies well crammed with the emblem of love. I can most sincerely recommend it to me who, from much indulgence or excess have lost much of their youthful vigor, or who cannot get a good stiff “hard on” to try this method and it will both surprise and give you a great joy to see, feel and know you can again experience all the thrills and passionate “spendings” of your most fiery period.

The instrument can easily be carried about in the pocket unnoticed. I often used to insert it into the bellies of girls and women and they then craved it ever afterwards. This is the thing to make the most cold-blooded female powerfully rampant if you can but persuade her to try it just once. Here again, you married men, who have frigid wives, try this treatment on their unresponsive pussies and see them furious with a lustful fire and a mad, mad desire for a powerful fucking.

I said I had two pet ponies, male and female, I had been sexually intimate with them for a year or more, playing with the stallion's affairs, jerking him off, playing with his massive balls, or inserting my entire arm into the juicy, smooth slit of the mare, or actually fucking her myself. — Both animals were very fond of me and were docile creatures. At a word from me they would spread their legs apart, lift their tails in sheer glee and give themselves to all my strange whims. I often used to take Teddy and make him mount Nelly whether she was in heat or not, and guide the big, hard tool into her gasping cunt and then play with his balls and bottom hole while he pushed into her powerfully till his spendings would soon ooze out of her little cunt. Into both of them I used to insert the electric battery, up cunt or bottom, or around the balls and cock of Teddy till both became frantic with the delight it gave them. Teddy's tool would soon be almost touching the ground, when I'd put the battery to the end of it, his tool would stiffen, throb and jump till he would soon shoot a rich hot river of milky “spendings” on the floor.

I wish to say that every word of this narrative is true in every detail, no matter how erratic they may seen. And here let me say that truth will ever be stranger and more thrilling than mere fiction.

Now, you who happen to be reading these pages just stop and think with me the narrator, there are few, if any adventures written here but what you, yes you and every man and every woman, boy or girl have not at least though of doing or desiring to do if the proper chance came without being caught in the acts. If each one of us were brave enough to tell all our lustful doings, or thoughts, you would be most surprised to find just how true each one of us humans feel and act under similar circumstances. Yes, we would then find very little original to what we ourselves thought, felt, or did, the countless myriads of strange fancies of others we'd find we have felt them too.

It is merely the various conventions of the country in which we happen to live, that set the rules of conduct for all to follow and obey.

Different countries differ greatly in what they are pleased to term morals or ethics, so that one country may taboo as utterly vicious, bad or disgusting, may be thought highly virtuous in another land.

Even in any one land, these strictures on our personal freedom change in the course of time, so that what was once looked upon as “horrid” may now be looked on as good and worthy, and visa-versa, so I ask you, dear reader, where is truth and justice to be found?

Were I to narrate every detail of my sex life, several volumes would be required. In all the biographies we read it is only the high lights, so to speak, that are especially picked our for special reasons. If the subject be a criminal, then all the bad traits are strongly in evidence, while the more sublime thoughts, feelings and acts are carefully suppressed in order to poison our minds against them.

But if the subject be a “good” man then all his trivial acts are enlarged upon to make him appear a demi-good. We can only know, and that only a very small part of anyone only by actual contact and personal acquaintance with them. Even then, we each appear somewhat different to our different associates, so that no two people know us exactly alike.

I shall therefore pass over many incidents of my life and come to the years that saw me about fifty years old. I have had numerous love affairs, so I shall open up with Ann-I was so sure I could safely broach to her what was in my mind, of a new longing that had possessed me for some years. She was a lady of about thirty two, refined, college educated, and fairly well-to-do. She had married early, and soon gave birth to a boy. Soon after this her husband died.

About ten years after his death I became her lover. It seems her husband had never fully satisfied her sexually, the facts of countless women who thus suffer simply because of utter ignorance of the marital duties, or in some cases due to squeemishment or false shame, afraid to let themselves go the limit of their natural promptings, afraid that they might give the impression they were not conventional and “modest” before their husbands. I ask you who is to say or dare to say what is conventional in a bedroom? How many married people would be brave enough to tell of their love feasts in their secret, private domain, even to their closest friends? None. So it was she, because most passionately attached to me, and I to her, just because she had learned the rare secret of acting her natural self in an unrestrained way, so that I at once found her the very counterpart of my own passionate nature. — Being like herself, college bred, there were many ideal links of unique interests and sympathy established between us to which we readily gave a hearty response. We were, in addition, both deep thinkers, which is not the usual blessing bestowed on college folks at graduation. Philosophers are born, not manufactured in any school or institution.

She told me of her own boy, now a fine lad of fourteen, who had been in the habit of having intercourse with her, his own mother, for nigh three years. No other but the lad and I had ever had access to her since the death of her husband. I now told her of my desire to know a nice, clean woman who had a girl of about ten or eleven years old, that I preferred a widow, or one left alone somehow, so I could have the girl become acquainted with what the mother and myself were doing, to have her see and play with me, that I yearned to handle a young girl's hairless, pulpy, cunnie before she had yet learned about men.

Anna was game, her eyes sparkled as she said she knew just such a woman, that she lived in Allentown, was about thirty-five years old, pretty, well shaped and preserved, refined, that she was in modest though comfortable circumstances, had given birth to a lovely and very pretty girl, who was now about such an age, born out of wedlock. The man had not married her, but she got along very well, and was still a friend of his, while from talks she had with her recently she knew, beyond doubt, she would be very ready to yield to me. As for the girl knowing, that would have to come by my arrangement, but as her friend lived in a very small town house she knew there could only be one bed room and she guessed it could not be helped but the pretty and chunky girl must see and hear every thing. She gave me a brief note of introduction, and I adroitly, considerately but unmistakably led to the point. Anna had already confided in her about us two. The name of this new flame was Mary, and the girl's Liza. Mary said she had but the one bedroom and what would she do about Liza? To which I replied: “Oh, we'll be quiet, she will be fast asleep.

Besides, what's the difference? She must learn about men and women sooner or later, and far, far better the girl learn through us than strangers.” Oh, the Dutch women are pliable if a man is but pleasant and has a little money he can easily get on the right side of them.

Liza proved to be a most pretty blond child, with heavy golden hair in ringlets, about her shoulders, as plump as a partridge, very large for her years, she would very easily pass as thirteen or fourteen, though she was only just past eleven. I was really astounded that one so young could look so big and plump. Her breasts were almost ripe, nice and firm and round. Her bottom was very large and solid as wood that would have graced many a woman let alone so young a girl.

Her legs and thighs I knew by inference would do justice to her other rotundities. I also knew by instinct at once, as soon as I set eyes on her that she was lustful though of course she herself did not realize it. Puberty was about to set in and she was already feeling the change, for she strutted about the room so proudly, jerking her knees well back at each step which would set the two solid cheeks of her bottom quiver in harmony with her titties.

This is but a pencil sketch of the dear child, my first impression of her till I had the opportunity to know her better which was not very long, no indeed!

I soon won the child's confidence, and soon had her rolling all over me and kissing me with a good deal of passion.

Her mother had a trip to make to the store and would not be back for an hour or two. She left the girl in my keeping, though she asked her if she wanted to go along with her, to which she promptly, protested begging to stay with me. The knowing mother slyly winked at me, and on leaving, whispered to me not to fuck her till she could assist, but that I could feel at her all I wanted if I went about it cautiously so as not to arouse her suspicions. When we were alone, the» dear child sat on my knees and kissed me lovingly. I then stood her between my legs, saying I was too tired to hold her on my knees any longer. In this position I commenced my maneuvers.

She had her soft arms around my neck. I now began to pat her bottom, which could easily be felt beneath her one thin house dress. I asked her what she called this — my hand gently squeezing her round, hard cheeks. To which she naively replied: “My bot-tom, that it was made to be spanked.”

“Does mother ever spank it for you?”

“Oh, yes every day almost if I am not a good girl, or get my lessons wrong. It hurts at first, then feels good. Mother makes the cane hit me right under here,” pointing to her cunnie. I now put my hand up under her short dress. She had on a pair of very tight panties that fitted her like tights, bringing the two firm cheeks closely together.

She did not resent this liberty of mine, but seemed rather pleased. What thighs, so round and chubby, what a lovely bottom and as smooth as silk. I moulded it, patted it, squeezed it, ran my fingers in between the cheeks, then in under her thighs which she had separated by instinct. My hand grasped her fat, springy, hairless cunnie that protruded so admirably from the graceful swell of her belly. I ran my fingers ever so gently in between the tight lips that now were quite moist. She liked it. for her bottom began to squirm and clutch slyly on my other hand that held it so lovingly. I asked her what she called this I was feeling? she replied: “My, birdie that's where I pee out of.”

Not a blush came to her sweet, rosy face all the while, so innocent was she, for she knew no wrong. She instinctively kissed me very sweetly as I toyed with her dear little love nest. I could have loved to have put the head of my now rampart cock against those two closed lips of her darling cunt, but restrained myself, as I had given my word of honor to her mother I should not do any more than feel the various charms of her delightful young body. I felt her tits, large for one so young, forming two very nice round globes which, when fully matured would set the hearts of men on fire to kiss or fondle them as I was now doing. To all my handling she leant herself most freely and seemed to enjoy it immensely. I lifted up her dress and beheld a glorious white and supple body with all its alluring invitations I pulled up her panties as high as they would possibly go. My, what a sight to see her bottom tightly encased in them and drawing the twin globes together! I patted it again and again, fascinated by the sight and the feel of them.

I now gently pulled off her one little thin dress, and then her drawers. She had but her shoes and stockings which came a little above her knees. I stood her between my wide-spread legs, with her bottom resting on my thigh. Both hands were very busy feeling all her charms by turns, one by one, then going the glorious round again. I'd mold her titties, tickle the nipples till I felt them distinctly get hard and stand out proudly. I'd slap first one then the other cheek of the bottom, dig my finger between the smooth furrow, in under her thighs my hand would go marching for her sweet little slit, which made a very good handful I can assure you. I got a finger into the tightly closed lips for about two inches, when she said it hurt her to put it up any further. At which, I of course desisted. I was in a furious state, my cock was jumping madly, so much, that the child began to ask what it was that was jumping so much inside there, as she pointed to it. At once I opened my pants and let the poor suffering prisoner out.

She did look comical as she viewed the pillar of Eros. She got hold of it of her own accord, I did not even suggest it to her, she fondled it in her own innocent way, which only tantalized me, till I showed her how to jerk it off for me. This she did very cleverly for a first experience. I asked her to rub the head up against her cuntie.

Standing in front of me she took hold of my member and commenced to rub the head of it between those two soft, moist velvet lips, running the entire length and back again, down again and right under her bottom. Once more she brought it to her tiny orifice and rubbed it quickly. I felt the crisis coming over me, I clutched her bottom which was agitated with her own emotions, for she tightened and relaxed it violently by turns, I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it powerfully.

Oh, will I ever forget that rich, violent “spend” I shot into her belly! Mind you, I did not insert my cock into her, but merely let the head rest inside the fat folds of her nest as I shot a torrent of love juice into her. She was surprised at the discharge and thought I had peed into her as she expressed it. I took my handkerchief and wiped her off clean and told her to put her clothes on and that we might do it again soon if she liked it. She said she liked it, that it made her birdie feel ever and ever so funny. When she had her dress to rights again, she nestled in my lap and thus her dear mother found us on her return. I soon had an opportunity to acquaint her with my progress with the daughter, omitting nothing, but telling every detail. She was more than pleased to hear it. She said nothing to the girl, but waited till bed time came. I wondered why she could continue her habit of undressing downstairs by her mother and washing before going up to bed, doing all this before me, but I learned why later.

She sat on a stool and removed her shoes and stockings, then her little panties, and while she was just a wee little bit careful she showed delightful glimpses of bare thighs, a bit of bottom, and twice a full view of her sweet little cunnie, which, however, only lasted a brief second or two, the child being totally unconscious I was looking at her endearing charms, neither did she know she was exposing herself unduly, so very childlike and natural did she act. She went behind me back of a piece of furniture to wash, and when she came out she was in her nightie. She kissed her mother a fond goodnight, and looked over at me so demurely. Mother said: “Kiss the gentleman goodnight,” which she did sweetly. I smiled and told her that was worth a whole dollar, and gave it to her, upon which I got several hot kisses and tight hugging as I patted her bottom again.

Mary and I talked a long time, during which she told me her story of her life, and of despairing of marrying just because she was not pretty looking enough. I interrupted her to tell her she possessed more than beauty in her neatness and cleanliness. She said that when the man came along under the sweet promise of marriage when she was twenty, she let him have his will of her and do what he liked with her ripe, beautiful charms. The result was Liza. He left her, but she had a little cash from him so she bought this little house and she had some money in bank.

“But I am looked down upon, and my dear little girl is shunned by those, I'd like her to play with, so what's the use? I'm going to have fun, and I'm going to teach Liza how to be careful as well as to get things when she gives something to a man.” She said she took kindly to me because of what Anna told her, and how nice and considerate I was, that I would not be up to any tricks about her bit of money. She had plenty of assurance from me, so we were on the best of intimate terms at once. We both undressed down, stairs so we would not make any noise up stairs. To show how clean she was, she bathed herself thoroughly in a small tub, then she took my “boy” and washed it very tenderly and then lovingly dried it gently. She was a brunette, or semi-blond rather, her child's father being a large blond, Liza evidently had inherited her large physique and golden locks from him. Mary herself was beautifully developed well nourished, glorious breasts that stood out so proudly in all that splendor of full maturity of womanhood. Her lips were large, her bottom round and full, a slight growth of hair covered her mount of Venus the lips of which were strong and full, meeting in a thin line that tightly kept it closed. It jetted out finely from the round gradual swell of her belly. Her thighs were of the graceful type, being firm and well rounded, her ankles and feet were small.

She informed me, that she had not had a piece of tail since her man left her, that she was just so glad I came to her for she was aching for a real good fuck. I tell you I could not refrain from giving her the tongue treatment — which Anna had not had from me — I nursed her titties, sucked them as I sat on a chair with her between my legs. I moulded her glorious hind quarters, sticking my finger very deeply but gently into it all of which she fully appreciated to the utmost of her warm, passionate nature. We made no approach to fuck down stairs.

I now stood up while she played and fondled my rigid cock, skinning his head and gently teasing it, then taking it into her mouth. I kissed her and whispered '“Let's go up stairs.” She reminded me to be very quiet, and up we went. She preceded me, I was immediately behind her. I ran my hand up between her thighs and could feel the two heavy globes of her bottom sway on my hand as she took each step up the stairs to Lover's own paradise.

On the bed I was in no hurry, and commenced again my loving caresses to fully arouse her to the utmost of ardent desire and fire her body with a keen lust, and to make her feel I wanted to please her as well as myself. In this respect so many men are selfish and think only of themselves and stick their cocks into a woman at once when she is made ready. Mary let herself go in abandon, and before she observed it, the moon came around to our side of the house lighting up the bed and us on it. Fortunately there was no building on the other side of her house from which anyone could see into the room. In due course I fucked her well and thoroughly so the night was perfect to her desires, and most so for me. There is a vast difference between a woman who has not been with a man for a long time and one who is attended to regularly. Her cunt was very tight, as tight as any young girl's virgin slit, so that in one of my vigorous pushes into her she gave an involuntary cry of pain. I then became more careful of her.

That Liza was too cunning a girl to be asleep I felt sure, and I felt certain she had heard and saw us in our love feasting, because at the last, our paroxysms were quite beyond the control of either of us, and the well lighted room from the moon gave her a full view of all our actions.

After a rest we went down stairs to wash, and as we passed Liza's cot Mary pointed to her. Her nightie was pushed up to her throat exposing her body completely from her twin titties to her tiny feet. She lay on her back, her thighs slightly apart and her smooth little cunnie bulging out like a dough-nut. Her head was turned to one side, her eyes closed pretending sleep. Upon going up stairs after, Mary and I had a drink together, she leaned over Liza and found her sobbing. In wonder she asked: “What's the matter with mamma's little girl?” I was leaning over also and so was looking down upon the little naked Venus. Liza sobbingly uttered: “I have a pain, oh, such a big pain in my tummy, mama!”

“Show mamma just where it is, dear?” Liza put her finger into her tiny cunt as she looked up at her mother, saying, “In here, and all the inside, mamma!”

“Bless her little heart!” Mary cried out as she picked her up in her naked embrace and put her in bed beside us saying to her: “Uncle Tom will soon chase away your pains from there, he's a good doctor for just such pains in there, dearie!” and she laughed as did Liza but very demurely now.

She took Liza's nightie off and told me to take her in my arms. Right eagerly I did, Liza snuggled close up to me and put her arms around my neck, while her young and supple body pressed close up to mine, pressing against my stiff cock. My hands quickly flew to her bottom and I could feel it sucking and trying to grasp the fingers of my hand as they wandered down the smooth crevice as she pushed her taut belly toward me. I kissed her and caressed her thighs, bottom and the little cunnie with its fat lips which opened and closed over so tightly, though rapidly. She was certainly in “heat” as the saying is.

I told Mary it would be nice I thought if I were to kiss away Liza's pain, and that she could hold her to her bosom in her lap against her breast while I did so. As I began to run my tongue ever her dear hairless cunnie, she opened her pretty thighs wide apart, and when her mamma asked her if it were nice, she could only say: “Uh, Hu, O-oo!”

When I parted the tightly closed lips and found the cute little hiding place of her “Little boy in the boat” she just squeezed my face between her thighs, pushed her bottom up to me and moaned with pleasure. All this time I lay with my body towards her, and Mary with her hands on my cock, erect and throbbing, said to Liza: “See, dear, isn't this nice, and just as bare and smooth as your velvety pussy!”

Liza paused in her new experience of joy long enough to lean over to him and seize him with her hand. She lay thus and uttered a low cry and fell forward with her face on my cock. I sat up quickly fearing she had gone into a faint, but it was only. a natural collapse, and her strong young heart soon brought her splendidly through. We both hovered over her, and upon her recovery, the dear child reached one hand to her mother's breast and the other grasped my cock tightly.

Then she whispered to her mother to have me do again to her mother what she had only partly seen earlier in the evening. Mary laughed and said: “You little rogue, you were really and truly watching us were you, pet?” Mary asked me if I felt like it, I said I did, and I wanted Liza to help me and see how the “boy” works. I had Liza turn so that her head was at our hips, her thighs so I could reach her cunnie with my tongue. I had Mary well down to the foot of the bed so I could push into her hard, then I directed Liza to wet my “boy's” head in her mouth arid then to guide the head in between the lips of mama's cunt.

After fondling her mama's for a while, she actually put her tongue right up into it as I had done to hers, then she gulped my big cock in her mouth as much as she could get in, and very soon held him to her mama's cunt as she parted the hairs very gently to let it slide into it easier. I was slow entering, so that Liza might see every effect.

“Now watch him, Liza, keep the lips of mama's cunt open till the head is all the way in, then those greedy lips will take good care of the rest aplenty.”

“You are a wonderful man in every way, Ro,” Liza, in a loud whisper cried — “Oh, they open to meet it and they are now drawing it into it I” Just gently and slowly I pushed and was glad to see Mary smile as she lay under me, while she said, “I never was so well fucked, or as sweetly as you do it.” of course I at once complimented her on her splendid body and the way she made it respond to mine, so we were in perfect harmony.

While working my cock slowly and getting it into her to my nuts, I could give but little attention to Liza with my tongue, and when in her excitement she turned more to us, lifting her right thigh over her mama's head, the movement and friction brought her dear little cuntie right over her mama's face, and then Mary tongued it madly for her, to which Liza worked her fat and tightly clutching bottom rapidly backwards and forward. It would be difficult to tell which thing delighted her most — my cock working her mother, or her mother's tongue working her cuntie. She had her little hand on my cock and nuts and so could feel it go deeply into her mother's nest, feel it grow and stiffen even more than ever, she cried to her mama “Oh mama, dear, I love you, his cock is growing ever so big and bigger as it goes into your belly, oh-o-h!” She relapsed and panted while I hugged her dear body and kissed her upturned bottom cheeks and its cute little hole into which I got the tip of my tongue, at which she gripped my face delightfully with those two fine globes of hers.

“Now, sweet Liza, mama and I will let the “boy” soak until you get over your new thrill, then you can look on while I send her into just a state, but nicer dreams than your belly gave you just now.” She turned around and kissed her mama most frantically, then raised to kiss me, putting her nice, cool, bare arms a-round my neck saying: “Yes, do, let mother go to heaven again, for see how her nice cunnie and bottom are sucking for it.” Her mama smiled with eyes partly closed, and she looked really sweet in that soft light and that expression. Liza, between kisses, asked her again in a sort of soft mumbled whisper: “Is it all in you, dear, does it feel ever so good inside there up your belly?” Mary in a low tone, and letting the words come very slowly, sighed rather than spoke, “O-H, O-OOH, AH!” I now said to the girl, “Now, Liza, just watch the two play with each other,” and with a sweet endearing kiss she turned towards where those two perfect organs were in communication in their delightful game of “hide and seek.”

Mary's thighs were spread apart and raised in the true position of a true devotee of Venus will assume to show she wants to receive in the fullest measure all the delicious nourishment. In that manner it gave to Liza a full view of the fine work of a cock and cunt's amorous clingings, and the bottoms suckings and grippings in their spasmodic excitement. Mary soon had to let herself “go” and showed her delight. I waited till she had recovered while keeping my cock well pressed into her tight, moist cunt. Soon the motions began again, Mary calling me fond, pet names, while I kissed her most tenderly and passionately on the mouth.

She now moans and utters: “Ahs, and Ohs” as her bottom dances furiously in every direction, Up and down, up again, where it stays a few seconds and there slowly squirms, the cheeks closing tightly and slowly relaxing to quickly tighten a-gain, then it squirms from side to side, then bounces down on me violently and twists again and again, stretching out he thighs kicking her feet, and bouncing up to me in sheer-paroxysms of frantic delight and untold bliss. Liza had her hand on her mama's agitated bottom all the while, following all its contortions, and sticking her finger into its hole as far as she could possible get in, which gave both mother and daughter added joys.

Liza now sees some pee splash from Mary and hears us both almost scream our ecstasy as the final sting of pleasure overtakes us.

We hear Liza say, “That's it, oh, o-oh, o-oh mother!” It is an exclamation of utter satisfaction of deep feeling as she falls over us, her face on my bottom, one arm around me, the other hand on her dear mother's poor worked bottom.

We lay thus, quietly, for a long few minutes, then Mary tells Liza to get a wet cloth, not too wet, at the same time asking the child if she were afraid to go down stairs alone, “No mama dear, I'm not a bit afraid now, wait till I hurry back.” Soon she is with us again and then asks “What shall I do with this now, mama?” Mary tells her “Now dear, take this dry cloth and press it close to my bottom under my cunt as uncle takes his thing out of me.” I pull it out slowly to let Liza see all the white gism ooze out of mama's belly on the cloth she holds with both hands as directed. One hand presses the cloth close to the cunt, the other encases my cock in its fingers as it draws out. I lay on the outside of the bed next to her as she stands on the floor leaning over me, her nice little titties brush the end of my wet cock again and again as they swing over it till it throbs at the delicious, delicate contact. Mary takes a handkerchief and sits up, wipes off my cock as Liza says: “Why it's all wet and slippery. It wet my titties just now as it touched them, see, as she showed her twin globes up to her mother. Said Mary, this dear cock spilled mama's belly when he reached the same, and that came to you a while ago. Now you can wipe it off nicely with your wet cloth, then dry it clean with the other.

Didn't Liza perform her instructions deliciously though! In that one sweet and gently performance she showed what a perfect lover of cock she would be, nay, was indeed already become, and to dry him she took her own nighty. I then took her in my arms, kissing her warmly, squeezing her titties, patting her bottom, giving it several tender smacks on both cheeks and then, in underneath on her pouting cunnie and hugged her tightly to me.

Mary having washed down stairs, brought me and herself a little drink of whiskey, a glass of ice water, and got in bed on the other side of Liza. In this position we all soon fell into a deep sleep. When late morning had come, I was still sleepy, but was slightly awakened by Mary who said in a low tone, “Don't get up yet, Ro, I must go down so that people see some movement around, but I'll not go out, and not let anyone in, and when breakfast is ready, I will be up to tell you.” She kissed me and left.

Liza was asleep, and I soon was too. I know I was awakened and, subconsciously began to get an idea without opening my eyes — that Liza was now playing with my cock, skinning his head and squeezing it while it was in a soft state — just in that shape in which a cock is so nice to fondle and play with. All the time she was murmuring over him: “OO — OO, but you're so nice to feel!” She lifted my bag of heavy nuts in her soft hand and exclaimed to herself, “I wonder what these nice round balls are for?”

Very quietly, so as not to awaken me, she straddled over me and rubbed the head of my prick along the line of her hairless cunnie.

Of course it began to stiffen and got so she could not lift him to her, but had to lean forward on him.

She now looked up at me and saw my eyes open, whereupon she fell flat on me, belly to belly. In doing so my cock slid between her thighs and ran up between the cleft of her nice, chubby bottom cheeks so that I could very easily feel them rub front of my cock and thighs rubbing the back of it, her legs being very tightly closed it felt good. I put my hand on her bottom, opened them and squeezed it, while she worked it up and down, and before I knew it she had made me spend all around her bottom, thighs, and back. Just at that moment her mother came in and found us both thus and said: “Isn't that a little too soon for my little girl, don't you think?”

Liza pouted her lips and said: “Why, mama, George Wilson puts his into Emmy's belly every day.” Mary just sat on the bed beside us and laughed till the tears ran down her face. I asked what the great fun was, then she said: “Why Ro, the two whom Liza mentions, are brother and sister the boy being about fourteen and the girl about twelve years old, they are the children of the man who should have married me.” Then the startling announcement became something astounding in a way, though not so very wonderful after all to me. We then asked Liza to tell us all about it, to which she replied, “I, Emmy and George once went down to a pool up the creek, that brother and sister stripped and waded, but I didn't want to, for I didn't like George very much. After a bit they came out of the water and lay on the grass and played with each other's “things", — They wanted me to undress, but I wouldn't. Then he asked me to lift up my clothes so they see “things”. I just lifted them a wee bit, then George ran his hand up my clothes and got hold my “thing” and rubbed it a lot, then Emmy put her hand up behind me and stuck her finger up my bottom and pushed it in and out, while George did the same in my cunnie. This made me feel funny down there and I had to pee, they both watched me do, so as I bend down on the grass. Then Emmy asked me not to tell about them. I promised I wouldn't then they said, “We'll play as papa and mama,” and George got on top of her, she opened her legs and put her hand to her wet “thing” I said, “call it cunt, dear,” well, cunt, and I saw his cock — is that right, uncle Ro? I threw her a kiss and said yes-” slip into her belly — I mean her cunt, all the way till I could not see any more of it, only his balls hanging up against her bottom, which began to move up to him as he began to push down on her forcing his thin — I mean his cock into her more and more. Then I could see it come nearly all the way out then rush rapidly back into her cunt again. I put my hand in between their working bottoms and they both said it made them feel good, so I put my finger up his bottom and worked it in and out as Emma had done to mine, then I put a finger into her bottom and did the same for her. Just then both of them worked like fury and all of a sudden lay quite still on each other, only both their bottoms kept twitching in jerks and I wondered why that was. After a while both got up and Emma told me they had seen their papa and mama do it nearly every night. She had also seen her uncle and aunt do it too. and they had gotten out of bed and walked around the room where they slept, that they were both naked too. That her uncle had a bigger cock than her papa, and her papa's was bigger than George's, and that's all. But I want uncle Ro to fuck me too, I do, oh, oh, mama, I do so much want to feel that nice big cock working in and out of my cuntie.

Mary and I laughed and said, “I'll tell you dear, how we'll manage it so as to get my cock into her little cunt, for it can be done. The dear little things are wonderfully elastic and will stretch a good deal.” At this Liza sat up in bed, and, now in daylight, her nude, plump body showed up well. She was eager to hear how her' desires were to be satisfied, and said in an eager, urgent tone, “Go on, Uncle Ro!”

Mary sat by me, her hand on my cock as she listened. “After breakfast, and the work all out of way I will fuck mama and send her into a dear, sweet day dream, then, while my bo, (here Liza said, “I'm going to call him Willie, he's a cock, but his name's Willie now.”) We both laughed and I said, “All right, little sweetheart, while Willie stays in mama's warm nest and is quiet, I will run my tongue into your little cunnie and wet it good, and when I think it is juicy and willing enough to take your Willie in I will quickly get off mama, who will spread the lips of your cuntie as much as possible, for it is very tight, and help his head inside, then we shall see whether you can take him in or not. How's that, mama, will you help to make her a real young woman?”

“I surely will, she's going to be fucked some day, even if I didn't know it, and I'd rather help her now to take your “Willie” and so do the job for her first. But come now, breakfast, I'm starved out, and I've got a meal fit for a king. Don't dress, we wont let anybody in, we're not at home for anyone.

The loving and kissing we all three did put us in a very tender mood to each other. The meal was certainly a corker, no wonder that as I sat content after such a repast that “Willie” aroused in his full majesty to render, as I said, his homage to the two ladies. Then Liza lay over on my knee and mumbled: “You dear boy, my Willie, and going to hurt my little pussy are you, worse than mama's strap do when she spanks my bottom for being naughty, but I must have you, oh, I must!” as she kissed him most sweetly. She now most dutifully helped mama to wash the dishes. Mary had just a dress on so she could go to the door if anyone called, but Liza and I were naked. I lay on the lounge smoking while they worked, and it was a source of keen delight to watch the rise, fall and sway of Liza's solid bottom as she pranced about. It was sweet play to put my hand up Mary's dress whenever she came near me, and to caress her thighs, cunt or bottom and she felt glad that I should think of her while the rarer charms of her daughter was present at the same time. Not that I neglected Liza at all, as I would smack that same young bottom gently when she came within my reach, which she did often enough just for the purpose of receiving a little pat or squeeze, then she would prance and jump high in the air pretending I had hurt her and rub her bottom and push her belly forward to escape the smacks on the alluring region. That was a delightful morning before we went up stairs — I shall never forget it as long as I live, and it happened now going on for thirty years ago — to lie naked, and to know that Mary wanted me to. After a bit she also threw off her one single garment, and we all three toyed with each other, telling Liza all I could of the effect of a cock and a cunt.

She had heard older girls talk about “being caught", but didn't know how or what it meant. She told us that Flossie Jones had their big dog lick her cunt, and she skinned his big red cock a little while he did so, and then Flossie had skinned it way back until it pushed out in a real big red thing, much bigger than George Wilson's.” We both laughed at what this young child had seen and knew so early, and I know from a life time's intimate relations with mothers and daughters that knowledge of this kind is very, very prevalent in all youngsters whom we think so innocent. Oh, how many fond parents and adults are thus deceived by these young schemers!

When my cigar was done and Mary thought it was time to go up stairs for the great event, Liza just threw herself into her mama's arms, their titties kissing each other gratefully and warmly. I said, — “don't I get a kiss too, for I'm the one who is to do the job?” She ran to me and kissed me and said: “You shall have a kiss, but you don't do the job at all, it's Willie here will do it, isn't it Willie?” Oh, you dear, sweet baby, I could just eat you all up, So hungry for you am I,” and she proceeded to do nearly that, until I told her if she wants Willie to be in a proper state to do her bidding and enter her cunnie she must stop that right away. From our long explanation to her she knew now what it means, and so she runs away from us upstairs. I took this chance to talk to Mary, and we both fully understood each other, and while there was no explanation or any expectations that I could continue with them a long time, I wanted Mary to know how much I appreciated her efforts to please me. She on her part declared that she was very glad it had fallen to my lot and hers, as well as Liza's that I was the one to introduce her to pleasures for which she had been pining so long.

In bed again, and again it's Mary under, I told them they must not play with Willie much or he would run away from me, then I could not do what Liza was expecting. So at once Willie is pointed to Liza's dainty hand at her mama's ripe door, which she also opens for him her with her other hand, and in he goes with one rush up to the hilt. Liza saying: “I hope he will do just that for mine, I'm just aching to have him up, way up my belly, right up here,” pointing to her titties.

I now fuck Mary as sweetly as I know how, not hurrying, and she lets herself go “off” easily, but I keep on with her now, just diddling her cunt with Willie's big head just between those two well formed lips so moist and clinging that try vainly to catch him and suck him all into her hungry belly that rises so magnificently in a glorious curved hill above her nest. I then slip it in and pull it out completely, then ran it into her again about an inch, then a slow in movement and a quick out movement. I let it touch and dangle against her bottom cheeks, then in between' the cheeks right against its little round orifice, then back to her pouting cunt where I give her a sudden push and cram her full of it making the head of my cock touch her womb. She cries out, “Oh, I can't — I–I can't hold any longer — there — th-re she goes again — OO- OO-O, OH, A-AH, y-ou de-ar m-a-n!

Ow, my cu-nt, fu-ck it, fu-ck i-t- goo-d, A-ah, Aa!!! Kiss me. Uncle Ro. No more for me. Come Liza dear, quick, — quick and get ready to take your Willie into your belly.” I do not withdraw from Mary until Liza is by our side with her tender thighs well open and her bottom well raised and resting on her shoulders and feet. I now quickly withdraw from Mary and put the head of my cock at the young virgin cunt as she tries to open it for me. Mary is quickly on the job and holds my cock while spreading the two plump lips as much as she can, wet as they were from my vigorous tonguing as I was fucking her mama.

I can feel the head getting in a little, just within the thresh-hold as it were, and I am pushing firmly but gently into her, Mary helping, when I suddenly realized that the extraordinary features of this drama give my cock such a thrill that I at once gushed forth a torrent of sperm and literally lather those lips inside and out thoroughly. Mary too realized my crisis and said: “Just the thing, Ro, now, push, push hard into her as it pours out, push, that's it, PUSH-oh, there it comes now, PUSH right into her — Up- U-P, that's it — push more!”

In it goes, and still the juice, the slippery gism pours into that tight little slit that now skins my cock good and hard. Mary cried: “There now, just a little more and it will be into her belly where she wants it.”

Will I ever forget that sweet young childish maidenhead I now took at that very moment? NEVER! — NEVER! Dear little Liza only gave one cry out just when I shoved into her the last time at Mary's bidding, when I felt something way up in Liza's cunnie yield and I could feel my cock getting in and in, and all the time the gism was shooting from me in torrents, her tight little cunt was stretching the skin of my cock so that the blissfulness that only belongs to a real good spend in a live young cunt was a long, long drawn out treat.

And Liza? She kissed me and hugged me to her bouncing titties, and putting her legs around my back said, “I'm never, never going to let you have my dear Willie again, I'm just going to keep him warm and snug in my belly!” As her maidenhead gave way to my fierce thrusts, I had my hand well under her tightly drawn bottom, with my finger buried into it to the knuckle and I felt those two young cheeks grasp most powerfully on hand and finger with all the force of youthful ardor. It relaxed and clasped again and again completely. She squirmed and wiggled that fair bottom in every way. I pushed into her young belly with my splendid weapon, though the sweet pain nearly drived me frantic, I want to relieve the intense feeling by pulling back a little, but I also want to see what I can produce in the dear child. I noticed her big blue eyes are closing as I now rub the nose of my cock against her tiny womb, she's so tight I can't tell what I'm reaching for in that sweet little recess of her. Suddenly she cried out: “Oh, Ma — ma, ma-ma Oh, O-OO ho-l-d me I-m pee-ing O-OO!”

She actually did pee over me in little jets wetting herself and me delightfully, then she spent her first love juice, crying “Ahs,” and asking us what is it that now is jumping out of me inside, up there, it isn't pee, but feels so, so nice, oh! Her voice became a mere whisper as she shivered and snuggled her face in her mother's bosom, as Mary hugged her while I raised my body to let her see the how well fucked little cunnie, though my somewhat subdued cock still clung to that girlish pussy. After awhile Liza recovered her breath, her panting became less, so she could open her eyes and rub her face against her mama's swinging titties. She then turned and looked at us both saying: “What happened to me down there, in my cunt” I asked her if it was nice or not and if she would like it again, She replied: 'It was nothing I ever thought of, except the tongue tickle, only this was lots and o lots more nicer, and it was just coming and I wanted to reach for it to come, and at once I thought I was on wings. I thought I wanted to cry out, but I knew I didn't but to laugh and couldn't do anything for my panting, and now I've been fucked for the first time, and by a nice big cock — a man's cock, not a boy's little thing was in me. Let it stay there awhile, Uncle Ro, please do, and it didn't hurt much when it burst through something inside me.”

We let her tell it all in her own way without interruption, and now Mary told her story, “It was good for your tight little cunnie, dearie, that Willie pumped his” milk good and plenty into you just then, for that stuff is just the kind of oil our cunt needs, and that's why he got into you with mama's aid, I watched him, and believe me, he never was hugged so tight in his life before!”

“Yes", I added, “and her cunnie is hugging and sucking it now, so that it doesn't want to get away, only he's just half stiff.

Just put your hand underneath to her bottom and feel how those cheeks are behaving together, gripping each other as hard as they can.” Mary complied and said: “Just lay still till I see whether I can induce him to get brave a-gain in her belly.”

With Liza's kisses and panting my face, and I seizing her young bottom in both hands and pulling her tightly to me, and Mary caressing my balls after tenderly wiping off all the gism, toying and squeezing them and the root of my cock, where she would give little pinches to the bulging lips of the fair little hairless cunnie why of course he began to stiffen in the little belly and more so as I began to move in and out of that gripping sweet nest. I then said to Liza: “Now, Liza you are going to get a real mama's fucking!” She settled herself to it bravely, the sweet little dear, and I did all I knew how to delight her mama with a view of Just what she had herself got. As my cock stiffened up well I diddled her, which I do by just working the head in and out about an inch between the lips and when ready to push in, Mary held the lips apart and then my short in and out strokes were short, just moving enough to excite her cunt and bottom to action, then cramming her finally and rubbing it's head up against her womb firmly — but not too hard, so as not to injure her. I watched her and saw she was about “on the way” I stopped, once more was all she dared to “go off” and I would go off with her and would tell her to get ready. By reason of the fuckings my cock had been through, Willie could do a lot of work all of which more than delighted the dear girl to the utmost, and, without pain, because by this time, her tight cuntie was well oiled with slippery gism which has oozed out of her.

Pretty soon I found him “on the way” and whispered to her: “Now, dear, get ready for his love juice — yes-get-ready-dear-o- oh-y-e-sN-O-Will-Heavens! I knew I cried out as the sharp intoxication and quivering sting struck my vitals as I lay over on the dear child.

Liza's screams were an indication that she had also been touched by the arrow of Eros and so was allowed to reach as happy extend of bliss as I. I still lay with her, could feel her pulsing cunnie throbbing around my cock. Mary was at her post with her head between our thighs, but not touching us, watching to get ready for the first glimpse of the “dearies” when they were ready to part. She had a cloth under Liza's bottom to catch the precious juices when I was ready to pull out. When I did so she held him tightly that we could hear the “suck and snap” that always is present in a very tight hole, as he finally got out. I now looked at the dear, naked little cunt, and saw it was all red and tender, some of her dear red blood mingled with our juices. I lay down beside Liza awhile, while Mary tenderly fixed our “sweeties” as she called them. Liza was too much overcome with contented happiness to talk, and she just put her cool arms around my neck and kissed me again and again, ejaculating in one long drawn-out sigh “O-OH M-Y.

Mary then asked me where I got the idea of shaving around my privates, saying “I think it looks so pretty that way without a lot of unsightly hair, it is so smooth, velvety and so like a boy's for silkiness, but I didn't know men did so, though I have known a few women preferring to have their bellies shaved.” I told her it was my own notion of years past, that I shaved once a week for the cleanly feeling it gives and because I like to feel all smooth places, that is why I love this little girl's belly so much, and I would like to shave your cunt, if I may, it would then look as nice and tempting as this young thing here (touching Liza's). She responded “You may do anything you think to please you.”

“Alright, dear, then after a rest and a smoke and a little drink I will make that dear cunt of yours as perfect a dear to lick at as any young girl's in the world.”

I forget to mention, that is was while I was in tune with Carrie that I first had shaved. We, Mary, Liza, and I sat around and talked and played and kissed. Mary anointed her daughter's thighs, bottom and cunt and massaged them well, then made her squat and exercise her legs to overcome any tendency of stiffness in the parts from the severe strain and use that had been made on them, and which might otherwise give the show away when she walked out. In due time we had dinner-and the work was out of the way, we were rested and I said: “Now, Mary dear, you lay on the bed with your feet on the floor while I remove your cunties' hair so the birdie can be seen.” She came and stood in front of me, and I knew she wanted me to kiss it, so I tickled it a little and said: “You wait till I make it as smooth as the day you were born then I'll kiss it all you can stand.”

She dropped on the bed saying, “Do as you please with me and take no hurry for every minute in your hands is precious and as new trip to heaven by a different route.” (I had not mentioned she was a college woman, and had been a teacher in a very select private school for boys, and that she taught her own daughter instead of sending her to a school.) Liza sat by me to help, but more to look on. I had a safety razor with me. First I carefully clipped the hairs off with a scissors, keeping a curl and cutting one for Liza, who, after tying it with a silken thread, stuck it into her cunnie for a moment or two. I could insert a finger or two into Mary's cunt to push the firm flesh out so I could work on it better and thus run no risk of cutting her, and when I could, I'd let my thumb rest on the “little boy in boat”.

All this caused Mary a great deal of joy and pleasure, and Liza was busy adding to the joy by stroking her mama's bottom and thighs. It took a long time to do the job artistically and it was a spot I delighted to work upon so I was in no hurry. We all three enjoyed ourselves and it would be hard to tell which of us had the greater fun while the shaving was in progress.' Occasionally I stopped to kiss her. When at last it was done and I had bathed her with witch hazel and powdered it, Liza begged to be the first to kiss it, so I let her give it a good tongue-ing. After awhile, I gave Mary a mirror to look at her new love nest. She admitted it looked far nicer and certainly more smoother and velvety than before, so that she was charmed by the transformation. Then she stood up before me between my knees, pushed her belly forward to me, I put my hand around to her bottom, inserting a finger into it, drew her to me as I sat on the floor and gave her a good tongue-ing, so nice, that she couldn't stand up, and she fell on the bed where I finished her off in the same way sending her into exquisite dreams. It was a most lust provoking sight to see those big splendid round cheeks of her bottom, with its furrow ending in those two dear firm lips of her closed cunnie now so smooth. I patted it and loved it fiercely. Oh, girls and ladies, let me advice you to shave yourselves weekly, for it makes it look so nice, clean, sweet and certainly more tempting.

“Now girls,” I said, “I shall be the master of ceremonies the rest of the afternoon, and there is to be no more diddling of any kind.”

“Mary interjected, “I think you have been master of ceremonies all the time since your arrival, much to my delight, but have it your way, sir, I am so satisfied that I am awfully contented, only don't ask me to do anything, for I'm too tired, and just want to rest and talk awhile.”

Liza said, “I think “Willie” has been the chief performer so far, haven't you, Willie, dear?” and she patted him as she gets on the bed beside her mama and proceeds to run her smooth cunt, for it fascinated her in it's new form or dress. I sat on the bed beside Mary and asked her to regale us with the story of every erotic experience she have had with boys and men cocks, and also to tell us all she had seen or heard from childhood days. She replied, “Well, I will, for Liza knows of my mistake that brought her into the world and from what she has told us, and with what she has thus far indulged in with us, the telling will interest and amuse her and you too.” Here Liza kissed her and said, “Oh, do tell us, mama dear, and don't skip anything now!”