Of Vice & Virtue
by Unknown
(BH-6012)


INTRODUCTION 

There is no question about sexuality that is not being presented openly 
these days; and in being presented, is halfway to the goal of total 
acceptance. Historians years hence will point to an epoch urged along by the 
total sexual emancipation brought about by the Pill. Or by the massification 
of printed matter. The populism which has reached an overwhelming mark in 
1968. The war, which, demanding nothing less than total democracy, has 
brought about an eruption of sexual literature, the dregs, so to speak, of 
the dark rivers of consciousness which have found their way to the surface 
of the physical intellect in the service of a still deeper truth: that war, 
fear of mass destruction, fear of genocide, fill man with an innate 
helplessness, poise him before an act of life and death which his conscience 
bolts from. 

It was Rilke who pointedly noted in his notebooks of the period of the First 
World War, that war itself had the effect in fact, of driving all men mad 
someplace in their systems, even in organs which were not capable of 
articulating the madness. The moral, ethical and aesthetical senses were in 
effect thrown together to the fore of works of literature which reflect, 
other. To permit oneself to continue without letting the events of the time 
be admitted into the senses-with the full weight of their disruptive and 
transformative genetics-is an act of intellectual if not poetic cowardice; 
for nothing stirs the heart of man to 'totality' of conscience than does 
war, and nothing demands a greater canniness, a deeper isolation, a more 
powerful inner preparation for the artist. 

This is so because the period of War centers itself on the Act. And with the 
current coming to the fore of works of literature which reflect, through and 
through, the sexual act focused on the sort of delight which exactly mirrors 
the sense of helpless travesty which the dynamo of war rends through the map 
and split skull of every country of power, we are witnessing the raw nerves 
of a process of democratization-which is to say, hedonistic 
humiliation-which is bound to shatter the vessel of past history. There is 
no doubt but that, within the past decade, the aesthetic sensibility of 
Western man has been altered by various public shocks, nervous conditions, 
use of chemicals. Individual man, confronted by the powerhouse of government 
whose agencies run through his bloodstream at impossible rates of speed, has 
been like a rat in a maze, trying to affirm conscience in an unconscionable 
time, trying to get ahead when he only possesses the dream of one, trying to 
outwit the legislature of each day. In America, the freest land on earth for 
the expression of the ails and ills of his psyche, he has found that the 
absorptive capabilities of the American machine are so vast, so quickly able 
to 'tran-science' his consciousness, so eager to render him that fame which 
(it knows) is his destruction, that he has gone to areas of the society 
where, with the shreds of the aesthetical, he might patch together some 
(still) non-institutional Weltanschauung and continue the daily business of 
yearning for the right of a poem. 

For him, sexual literature, apart from being the protest of travesty 
concomitant with the inner-war-body of the nations at large, is the just 
point of reference in relation to the entire world drama. Any man who reads 
sexual literature affirms the Hamlet, the possibility of the Prince. For 
though its contents are full of 'acts' of physical pleasure and anguish, 
designed to spur the spirit of lusty man to love-making, the real key to 
sexual literature lies in its being the publication of hesitation: en route, 
so to speak, to the woman, or on the way back to her, one has paused for the 
help or weaponry of the word, the word-picture. Such an act contains within 
it the recognition of man's fall-not on the basis of sin or evil, but rather 
on the basis of his bewildered, bewildering, wondering and wonderful 
child-likeness, which simply does not know where it stands when the woman 
has touched him. 

There is of course another side to Hamlet: the man who, cruxed at the point 
of an act which hates 'words, words, words,' must continually (being human) 
use them. And appreciate them as well. In this respect, the best of the 
literature of sexuality-so subsumed in its 'protest for peaceful lovemaking 
by continual copulation'-is that which mounts, so to speak, even the 
mounters, and creates in the air above the act, that smile that is both at 
the foot and at the top rung of the ladder. What usually achieves this 
sublimity is the creation within the work of a character not entirely 
all-purpose serious about sex; one who gets clear of that sexual scholarship 
which is as dreary as the scholarship of the universities. In both works 
here presented, there are women who more closely approximate Yeats' 
wonderful lines, 'What shall I do for pretty girls, now my old bawd is 
dead?' than there are in the best of more complicated fiction. Part of this 
is due to the, yes, simplistic line of the story-telling-a line which, 
however, I insist more closely represents woman's attitude toward the whole 
sexual involvement. She is of course paradoxically all-serious about 
sexuality, and at the same time utterly freed from it-precisely because she 
IS it; there's no need to be worked up dramatically because, from her point 
of view, all of life is being worked up. What wins the day (and the night of 
course) in this respect, is the lightsome display of play itself, of the 
style and way of master and mistress, of the seduction as well as the act. 

Madge Buford is arranged for precisely that sort of comic delight. Her work 
is one of the longest letters of seduction in the history of literature, and 
poor Jack, at the other end of the line in his Rocky Mountains retreat, can 
only suffer the painful delight of the distance between. And Madge, apart 
from her womanliness, is also a lovely stylist, with strange concoctions of 
words for the physical anatomy, and (most of all) a penchant for the 
philosophical. Witness: "Smutty pictures are the true arrows of Venus. Half 
the women in the world are awkward in attempting lust; backward in lewd 
variety even when they are willing and anxious to please. But they are 
imitative and a picture from life will give them a carnal wrinkle." Looked 
at closely, the philosophical history of the twentieth century is summed up 
in those sentences-this picture-making century-even to the pun on the last 
word, old timers. 

And in the adventures of Gus Tolman, that comic quirk is provided by the 
shift in accents, the Germanized 'Oh, Gott! It's lufly' of the women turning 
the head nailed to sexuality just a little away in the direction of the 
comedic foibles of even that most dangerous and central of acts. 

There is of course nothing like the laughter that is borne up from the 
ribaldry of sexuality, which, as Freud rightly noted, is the source of it. 
More hardnosed works of sexual literature often are occasions for after 
flights into books of black magic, sorceries, and other head-spinning 
counters to the confrontations. But the possibility of the laughter that 
breaks through our most excruciating physical encounters-be they personal or 
global-serve more the forces bent upon true pacification of the voltage in 
our machines, and return us to that human sensitivity lost when the 'Yes' 
should have taken a turn at 'No,' or vice versa. Everybody's bluebook. For 
wise men and fools alike. 

-Geoffrey Lowndes, Ph.D. Los Angeles, August 1968 

 * * * 

Madge Buford 

My dear Jack: 

I have just received your doleful letter and my heart and something else 
further down yearn to console you. But what can I do for you, way out there 
in a camp in the Rocky Mountains, with "not a cunt within a hundred miles" 
as you say? 

Poor Jack, and you so amorous! Would that I had you here, naked in my arms, 
your ardent kisses covering me from lips to knees, your darling staff 
resting rigid in my grasp or receiving a caress from parted lips, until 
ready to burst with its creamy treasures, you would throw me on my back, and 
breast to breast, belly to belly, tongues hotly thrust into eager, suckling 
mouths, and arms and legs so interwoven that one could hardly tell-which 
you, which me-while that stiff staff of yours, that Cyprian scepter of 
delight was plunged deeply in my belly. Those soul inspiring thrusts carried 
such a thrill of ecstasy to my eager cunt, until the acme of all human joy 
was reached and my thirsty womb drank in the balmy sweets of manly sperm and 
I bedewed you with my own full measure of ecstatic overflow! 

Oh Jack! Dear Jack! would that you were here. But wishes are vain. A 
thousand miles are between us. But Jack! I remember that the last summer we 
were together at the seashore you often asked me to tell you of myself, to 
give you a history of my amorous life; and 

I put it off until, at last, our pleasure-giving days were rudely cut short 
by that sudden order from the War Department to join your regiment. 

And now, dear Jack! I've the thought that perhaps, while you're away so far, 
a few pages from my life might give you pleasure, even if the pleasure had 
to end like Onan's, in the Bible, and the seed be wasted on the barren, 
western soil, instead of thrilling this yearning crevice of mine that calls 
out so eagerly to you as I write. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

I was born in Louisiana among the palms, pelicans, and bayous, where the 
soft air has an amorous embrace and the half-tropical sun breeds 
voluptuousness. When I was fourteen my father received a consular 
appointment in Europe and it was thought best that I should be left in 
America to complete my education. I can remember no relations of my parents 
except a middle-aged uncle of my mother's, Uncle John we called him, who was 
rich but a recluse; going now and then to New Orleans on business, when he 
would make a formal call, and burying himself at other times in his large 
plantation, which was isolated in a part of the state distant from any other 
town. 

My parents finally settled on the Convent of the Sacred Heart, in New York, 
as the place at which I was to complete my education and, taking me there, 
left me in charge of the sisters, while they sailed for Europe. 

I have read much of the illicit intercourse of priests and sisters and 
novices; but I can recall nothing in this Convent that would raise a blush, 
even though perhaps I was too young to understand things that, to my present 
mind, would be suggestive. 

Two years passed quietly and in all innocence. I was daily expecting the 
return of my parents when, one morning, the New York journals were filled 
with accounts of a great ocean disaster and, in a few years, I knew that I 
was alone in the world. Not a living soul on earth to look after me, a girl 
of sixteen. 

The good sisters consoled me and treated me with more kindness than ever; 
but the uncertainty of my future preyed on me and I knew not where to turn. 
One day, just before the end of the session, I was summoned to the office, 
and there, with outstretched hand, was Uncle John. 

He always seemed so far apart from the rest of us that I had not thought of 
him. But now he was all kindness and soon made me understand that he was to 
be my protector and that, for the present at any rate, I was to go live with 
him at his home. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Beauvoir," out of the world as it was, charmed me. A one story house buried 
among magnolias; a wide piazza all around it, with hammocks and luxurious 
couches, for here one lives out of doors. 

Uncle John told me that the Negro quarters were an eighth of a mile away and 
that the darkies were not permitted near the house unless summoned. The 
household servants were Sam and Meg, husband and wife; light-colored 
mulattoes, showing the Caucasian features of some white ancestor and each 
with a form and bearing that would fascinate a sculptor. 

I was made at home in a pretty room and Meg assisted me in changing my 
traveling clothes and robbing me in thin garments that left arms and neck 
bare; meanwhile the kind girl praised my shape and budding charms and I, in 
turn, laughingly lauded her well-developed figure; making her lift her plump 
breasts out of her dress and even raise her skirts so that I might see as 
much of her as she had of me; and so, half naked, I embraced her. For the 
first time in my life a new sensation seized me, and I know now that 
voluptuousness was at that moment born within me. 

But supper was ready and I, seated opposite Uncle John, ate ravenously and 
drank some wine, a new thing for me which seemed to add to that unknown 
sensation that still lingered from Meg's embrace. After supper Uncle John 
showed me over the house, even to his luxurious bedroom, which was some 
distance from mine; and then, as I had had a long trip, he called Meg and 
said that I had better go to bed. 

I kissed him, and again that tingling of unknown desires came to me as he 
pressed me to him; but I was not so overcome that I did not hear him whisper 
to Meg to come to him as soon as I was in bed. It did not take long with her 
help, and, wishing me pleasant dreams, she left. I lay in the dark, nervous, 
unsatisfied; wanting something, I knew not what. 

I tried to analyze my feelings; find what it was that ailed me; felt of 
myself to see where the sensation came from. As my roving hand passed over 
the rounded belly to the tufted mount below, it touched the swelling 
sentinel of love and my thrilling nerves told me that here is what I sought. 
Feeling the soft crevice, I found, in my gently moving hand, a giver of 
unknown pleasures, until, my desires teaching my virgin instincts, I threw 
off the bedclothes, pulled up my night robe, opened wide my legs and, 
pressing my finger between my cunt's hot lips, soon learned the exquisite 
delight of rapid friction and lay dissolved in a gulf of languorous pleasure 
whose meaning I had not yet fathomed. What could it be? My hand and hairy 
mount were wet with some sticky exudation; my heart beat queerly and I lay 
in a delicious languor. 

I could not make it out and again sought the mysterious grotto, but it did 
not feel nice, sticky as it was, and I got up and bathed myself. Refreshed, 
I was about to step into bed when the closing of a door at the other end of 
the hall made me pause. I heard Uncle John whisper to Meg to come to his 
room. What for? Could it be anything connected with the delightful phenomena 
I had just experienced myself? Instinct-the Devil-or I know not what, put it 
into my virgin mind that it was. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The newborn lust within me drove me on. Opening the door I stepped into the 
dark corridor and there, from the open ventilators over the closed door, a 
bright light shone, a beacon guiding me to a new revelation. 

Soon I was close to it and could hear Meg and Uncle John talking; words 
which I hardly knew the meaning of. I was on pins and needles. A high backed 
chair stood near. Bracing it against the side of the door I climbed up on 
its back and my head came to a level with the open panel; the whole, 
brightly lighted room was in full view. Room? Think you I saw aught of it? 
No! For, there on the sofa, naked as Adam, sat Uncle John, leaning back, one 
hand holding the cigar he was smoking, the other the erect standard of love. 
For the first time I saw the maker of us all, the emblem of fertility; the 
one thing on earth without which a woman would be a useless creation and her 
teeming, yearning womb a sterile desert. 

Oh, how my eyes glued themselves to his darling object! How my itching 
crevice told my innocence that this was what it yearned for. A column, white 
as alabaster, long and rigid, crowned as it were, with a jaunty red cap 
rolling down at the sides like the barbs of an arrow ; and, at the other 
end, a great bag as large as my fist and rosy red; while all around this 
lovely machinery of love, black hair curled in close ringlets, forming a 
dark background against which the ivory scepter stood out rampant, the true 
and only insignia of love. 

"Strip, you minx," he said. "I've a whole bag full of sperm for you." And 
Meg, erect before him, almost with a turn of her hand, stood out in her 
olive nakedness. Plump arms and legs rounded gracefully; breasts that were 
veritable tents of love, and swelling belly that seemed to say, "Come press 
me." 

"Are you glad to have him back, Meg?" said Uncle John. For all response the 
darling girl threw herself back on her knees between him, and taking the 
hairy bag in one hand, with the other she gently grasped the rigid spear 
moving the white skin up and down, as I could see; for one minute the spry 
head was covered, the next, exposed and ready to burst. Then the girl sprang 
to her feet, rushed to the bed and, on her back, her bottom on the edge and 
with thighs wide open, cried out: "Come, Master John, come quick! My cunt is 
on fire! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!" In an instant I saw the great red head of 
his cock pressed into the thick curling hair between her legs and, as his 
hands seized her buttocks, lose itself completely in the fervid crevice. 

Lost, yes, for an instant; then out it comes again almost to the head, then 
in, then out, faster and faster. "Oh, it's lovely!" cried Meg. "I'm 
spending, give it to me!" and, with a quick movement, the panting girl threw 
her legs around his waist as, with throbbing breasts and heaving belly, I 
could guess that something, I knew not what, was being shot from his hidden 
pego-for she cried out to him as she clutched him in the last frantic 
throes: "Give me every drop of it!" 

I could stand no more; sliding down from the chair I groped my way back to 
my room and to bed and, in a frenzy of feverish lust, I frigged myself till 
I fell asleep, languid and exhausted. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

With all my lustful yearnings I was frightened at what I had seen and what I 
had done to myself. For two days I struggled to keep amatory thought out of 
my head and my hands away from the center of pleasure. But it was useless. 
Naked men and women danced before my eyes. I wandered out in the grounds 
where the poultry were picking their crops full and a stately rooster would 
make a dive, mount a squawking hen and, with flushed face and puckering 
slit, I watched their brief spasms of jerks until the cock dismounted and 
the hen went away shaking her feathers. 

One day I was walking along the road and, in the field not fifty feet away 
from me, a cow was grazing placidly. Suddenly I heard a low bellowing and, 
across the field, I saw a bull jump the fence and, with a mad rush, make for 
the cow, who, seeing him coming, turned to run. But it was too late. With a 
wild rush the lustful animal sprang forward; for an instant I saw him raised 
on his hind legs, that monstrous instrument of his sticking out like a mast 
from his belly; then down he came upon the cow's back, his forelegs 
clutching her sides and his panting flanks working like the piston rod of a 
steam engine until, the discharge coming, his speed lessened and I felt sure 
that he was experiencing the same languor that I had felt the night I saw 
Uncle John and Meg together. 

The sight fired me: I forgot my good resolutions and, rushing to a little 
clump of trees, I pulled up my skirts and with eager hand, rubbed the 
itching of my carnal cavity until the ecstasy of a copious discharge left me 
limp. 

From that day to this I have not checked my amorous desires when a person 
and place suited, and prudery alone stood in the way. 

That night, as Uncle John kissed me goodnight, I saw his eyes sparkle as 
they looked down upon the blossoming bubbies which my frock but partly hid; 
the arms around my waist dropped down and, with a spasmodic motion, he 
pressed my buttocks until we were so close together that I thought that I 
felt a hard substance in his breeches print itself against my belly. An 
instant thus, and releasing me he hastened to his room and I to mine. 

I was wild; I stripped to my chemise and, barefooted, stole along the hall, 
mounted my chair and, again, through the fanlight, saw the heaven I yearned 
for. 

With gently frigging hands between my legs, I saw him undress until, naked, 
he stood there, his lovely cock bolt upright against his belly. He took it 
in his hand and, the better to see it, I made a movement on my perch 
and-well-the next I knew I was on my back on the floor. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

There, half stunned, ashamed, I lay a moment and before I could collect 
myself and fly, the door opened wide, the light streamed full upon my almost 
naked person and Uncle John stood over me. 

I simply covered my face with my hands and lay there panting. In an instant 
I was lifted in his strong arms, one around my naked waist and the other 
hand pressed to my hairy nest. 

In an instant my chemise was torn away and I lay naked in his lap, his eyes 
burning into mine, his hands wandering from my firm globes over my swelling 
belly and nestling between my legs, and his fingers penetrating the lips of 
love. "So-so-Miss Madge, you wanted to see what a man looked like, did you? 
So you shall. Give yourself up to it, dear!" 

His hot lips were pressed to mine, his tongue thrust hotly in and then my 
nipples were his prey and his rapture-giving hand soon brought my heaving 
thighs to a climax of enjoyment. 

"Oh!" I cried, throwing my arms around his neck. "This is heaven!" 

"Yes, my dear girl, for you; but I'm in hell! Just see!" Lifting me up and 
standing by my side, he took my hand and carried it to his overwrought pego. 
Oh! the first touch of that velvety truncheon! The quick grasp!-and then, 
his hand guided mine in the rapid, electric moving of the flexible skin upon 
the fixed flesh beneath-his buttocks working, his arm clutching me closely 
to him! "Go on! Go on!" he cried. "Watch it Madge, watch it shoot!" I felt 
his prick swell larger and larger in my grasp; his lips poured ravishing 
kisses on every spot of flesh he could reach and then-high in the air flew 
great drops of thick milky sperm-drops coming so fast that they seemed to be 
a stream of love lava. 

Slowly the spasm quieted, and seizing me in his arms, he threw me flat on 
the bed and rolled on top of me, breast to breast, belly to belly, open 
mouth to open mouth, breathing into each other; tongue sucking, each of his 
hands grasping a plump cheek of my buttocks and his fallen but lusty prick 
and balls rubbing against my sensitive cunt until, with a convulsive clutch, 
with arms and legs around him, I poured down my oblation to the god of love. 

As I lay languishing he seized my hand and put his stiffened pego in its 
grasp, asking me if I did not want to examine it, and, as I held it upright, 
moving the soft skin gently up and down or weighing in my hand the heavy bag 
of love elixir, he told me all about it-why it stiffened, how it broke its 
way into the virgin slit, and sowed the seeds from which we all grow. He 
told me of the danger of indiscreet commerce in this artificial and 
conventional world. But he told me also, the many ways that lustful pleasure 
could be had with perfect safety. His glowing language and gentle but hot 
caresses re-illuminated the fires within me and I pressed my ardent mount 
convulsively to his hand. "You want more do you?" he cried. "Yes, dear John, 
give me more. I'm hotter than ever!" Flat on his back, his head and 
shoulders raised on a pillow, he lifted me up, straddled me across him, and, 
pulling me towards his face kissed my navel, belly, and thighs. Then his hot 
lips sought my eager cunt; his tongue gently tickled the sensitive membrane 
until squirming and wriggling from its embraces, I gave a cry of pleasure. 
Thrusting his elongated tongue deep into my burning slit, he worked it in 
and out, holding me tightly to his face, until my whole body seemed to 
dissolve itself in a blissful overflow and go gushing down to meet his 
lascivious embraces. 

He held me thus for a moment, weltering in my enjoyment, then seizing me, he 
laid me on my back against the pillows straddled across my chest-"Make a 
cunt of your titties," he cried, and as his proud prick pressed against my 
breasts, I squeezed my plump globes around it and held it tightly. His 
buttocks began to work and I had the lovely spectacle, close to my eyes, of 
his swelling staff, now all in view; then only its ruby head shining between 
my snowy bubbies-when, ready to spend, he cried: "Now watch it!" and the 
great jets of cloudy essence flew high over my head, hit my cheek, fell in a 
copious shower on shoulder, arm and breast until, seizing my head, he raised 
me up-"Suck it!" he cried. "Make a cunt of your mouth; squeeze my balls! 
That's it-roll your tongue around it! That's good-suck harder; swallow every 
drop I've got," until breathless, I threw myself back and he, springing up, 
brought my thighs to the edge of the bed. Kneeling, holding my but tocks 
firmly in his grasp, he brought down again my ever ready balm with lightning 
working tongue. 

He would not let me stay longer, but bathing me with refreshing cologne, 
took me in his arms and carried me to bed, making me promise not to touch my 
touchy tidbit, but go straight to sleep. But, before he left my bedside I 
threw my arms around his hips and rained a dozen kisses on the now fallen 
and flabby idol of my desires. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next day he told me how debilitating and injurious it was to yield to 
love too much, especially in one so young; but he promised me that, on the 
morrow, he would again taste pleasure. 

The morrow came. He ordered the horses saddled and we had a bracing gallop 
through the woods, returning with blood pounding healthfully through our 
veins and ravenously hungry. We ate heartily and two glasses of old wine 
made my whole body tingle with voluptuous desires. 

"How demure and modest you look in that riding habit," said he. "I don't 
feel so," I answered and, unbuttoning my waist with both hands, I held up to 
him my stiff-nippled titties. "How lovely!" he cried. "Now let me see the 
other hill, the shaded mount of Venus." And, jumping to my feet, I pulled 
the long, modest, black riding habit up to my waist and exposed to his 
ardent eyes my palpitating belly. He was on his feet in an instant, and 
tearing open his trousers pointed his darling dart lustfully at me across 
the table. "Fill your glass!" he cried. "Fill it full. Drink it all; you to 
this branch of coral-I, to that rosy crevice." Draining the glasses-the 
lively wine spread still more ardent fires in our veins. 

"Run!" he cried. "Lift your clothes as high as they will go and run ahead of 
me to my room." And, snatching up my skirts I threw them over my shoulder 
and ran at full speed along the hall; throwing myself, panting, upon the bed 
and he on me. His stiff cock rubbed against my belly and against my hairy 
mount; then, turning me upon my stomach, he pressed it against my plump 
backsides and, as it nestled cozily between the rounded cheeks, he rubbed it 
there, while his eager hand sought out my raging slit, and cock and hand 
moving in unison, we both went off together in delightful ecstasy. 

Recovering, we stripped and, making me stand on a sofa with one leg lifted 
on his arm, he washed away the sticky overflow, bathed me with perfume and, 
giving my mount a parting kiss, I jumped down and he took my place while I, 
in turn, bathed him and paid him back with kisses on his humble cock. 

Going to a bookcase he brought out a volume, and taking me on his lap, he 
opened it. Oh, such pictures! Naked men and women coupled together in every 
conceivable way! All the forms and fashions of lust which the lecherous 
imagination of centuries have invented and practiced; what a revelation it 
was! My hand instinctively sought his prick while, with one arm under my 
bottom, his fingers stroked my pussy. Each page was new and provocative. We 
were nearing the need for action, when, skipping a number of pages, he 
opened to a picture of a lovely girl upon her side and a handsome man in 
front of her, his head buried between her thighs and her lustful mouth 
filled with his inflamed pego. "How splendid!" I cried. "Both can enjoy it 
at once," and springing up, I threw myself prone upon the soft crimson rug 
on the floor. In a moment he was beside me, his lips covering my burning 
slit, his tongue tickling and thrusting, while my eager mouth closed tightly 
on his lovely, ruby headed spear; kissing, tongue-rolling, bag squeezing, 
buttock clutching-sucking, till the thick sperm bathed our mouths, throats 
and was gulped down to seethe in lustful satisfaction in our bellies. 

We lay ten minutes thus lost in delicious lassitude. Don't say that sucking 
the carnal parts is disgusting! Why is not a prick or cunt as clean and 
wholesome to kiss and taste as a mouth? Why, if I will let a cock play tag 
in my belly, should I be squeamish if he wants to enjoy the contact of lips 
and tongue? Both openings are lined with the same membrane and one is as 
wholesome as the other. 

Let the prude pucker only with her slit if she chooses; but for me my lover 
is welcome to all the holes I've got. 

John filled a goblet with wine and, as I still lay panting on the floor, 
handed it to me and, drinking half, he finished it. Then, getting upon the 
bed, he filled it again and made me bring my buttocks to the edge of the 
bed, prop myself up on a pillow, stretch my thighs wide-open and round up my 
belly. He then poured the whole glassful down the crevice of my slit, his 
mouth catching it below and his lips and tongue licking up the last drops. 
Then, again filling the goblet, he gave it to me and, kneeling before me, I 
washed and bathed his fallen cunt tickler in the wine and then drank all of 
it-ending by kissing away the drops that hung from his staff or glistened on 
the curly hair or swollen testicles. 

Then he went and got the picture book which we had not finished, and 
reclining against the pillows, he seated me between his thighs, his prick 
pressed against my bottom and my legs spread out between his. 

Smutty pictures are the true arrows of Venus. Half the women in the world 
are awkward in attempting lust; backward in lewd variety even when they are 
willing and anxious to please. But they are imitative and a picture from 
life will give them a carnal wrinkle. 

Turning over the leaves of this concupiscent gallery of lecherous attitudes 
we came to one which I did not understand. A woman lying belly down across 
the waist high arm of a sofa, her magnificent bum showing its sumptuous and 
luxurious richness of flesh in bold prominence ; behind her a man had his 
long and slender staff embedded-where? Not in her slit; it's too far back 
for that. "What a poor drawing!" I said. "Her quim is not there, it's 
further front." John laughed. "Don't you know my dear, that every woman has 
two openings down there? That fellow has his prick in her cul: in plain 
English, in her ass-hole. It's tight and fits a cock snugly and some men 
lust for that more than for the regular channel. They even rut this way with 
young children, boys, or with other men." 

"How funny," I said. "I never dreamed of such a thing." And as I spoke, 
John's stiffened prick stuck between the broad cheeks of my buttocks. 

I looked up into his face. "Do you want to?" I asked. He did not answer, 
but, jumping up, thrust his pego into my face. "Wet it with your mouth," he 
cried, "so that it will slide easier." And I obeyed, spreading the saliva 
over end and sides, so that when he took it out, it glistened with moisture. 
Lifting me up he led me to the sofa and, pushing me over the cushioned arm, 
had my broad buttocks boldly offered to his attack. Quickly he penetrated my 
cul; slowly like a new glove the yielding sides made room for its rigid 
visitor. It smarted, but I did not wince. I clutched the sofa and braced 
myself to meet his new and bolder storming of my person. What was the smart 
to the novelty of these new sensations? And when, passing his hand in front, 
he fingered my clitoris, I cried out: "Don't mind me; put it in all the way. 
I don't mind the hurt," and with feelings wound up to the fullest tension of 
lustful activity by the novel scabbard in which his sword was sheathed, he 
urged it boldly in almost to the hilt. Keeping time with fucking cock and 
frigging hand, I soon felt the swelling forerunner of dissolving bliss and, 
with wanton, wriggling thighs, spent freely in his hand while my stretched 
cul received the easing balm of his discharge. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Twice a week our naked bodies worshipped in the temple of Venus and Priapus. 
On other days we were so simply affectionate, like father and daughter; 
avoiding all provocation and storing up the amorous juices and energy that 
made us fresh and eager for our holiday of lasciviousness. 

I often wondered if Meg and Sam knew what was going on. If they did they 
made no sign-and as John (I had dropped the Uncle after our first 
bare-bellied bout) said nothing about them I kept silent. 

A rainy Sunday came. John and I had passed the morning in the library, he 
with a bundle of journals which had just arrived and I with a sentimental 
novel that made me yawn. Presently it was dinner time and chatting 
pleasantly, I noticed that John filled my glass with wine more freely than 
usual. Soon I felt its exciting effects, felt them most acutely down in that 
touchy little crevice that was palpitating under the tablecloth. But I had 
promised not to seek pleasure except on the regular days and I kept silent. 

"Madge," he said, "this is my birthday." 

"Oh! I wish I had known it before, I would have given you a present!" Then, 
with flushed face, my pouting slit prompting me, I jumped up, ran to his 
side and pulling my dress up to my waist, cried out: "Dear John, won't you 
take this? Take my virginity, I'm dying to give it to you." 

"You darling girl!" he said, kissing my belly and mount. "I know that you 
would give it to me freely; and you know that no pleasure on earth would be 
as great to me as piercing your virgin womb. But think, Madge! You are so 
young, and some day a handsome lover will come along and you and he will 
marry; not until then must the dear little slit of yours be opened. No, 
Madge, not that. But we will celebrate the day with a revel of 
voluptuousness." 

He filled another glass of wine and, drinking half, made me finish it. Then, 
ringing the bell, Meg appeared. "Take her to my room," he said, and the 
lively girl, putting her arm around me, danced with me to his room. "What it 
is, Meg? What does it mean?" She would not answer, but, leading me into a 
small room adjoining my uncle's, tore off every stitch of clothes she had on 
and then did the same to me and, naked as we were, dragged me into John's 
room, which was brilliantly lighted and in the center of which a narrow 
couch was standing, a convenient altar for sacrificing to Venus. 

Leading me up to a mirror we gazed upon the reflections of our naked forms, 
one rosy-brown, the other rosy-white. "I guess that picture will stiffen 
things," she said, and, as she spoke, we heard the door open and there, 
facing us, stood John, naked, his lance at rest, and, beside him, Sam, his 
brown, muscular body bare and his magnificent pego standing bolt upright 
against his belly. 

"Oh, I'm wild!" I cried, rushing into John's arms. "Give relief quick!" He 
seized me, and laid me flat on the altar. "Give her a tongue fuck, Sam." 
And, in an instant, the eager mulatto was on his knees before me pressing my 
thighs open to their widest extent; and then, with long, pointed tongue, 
darting thrust on thrust into my widely stretched slit and with thick, 
lecherous lips, caressed the sensitive convolutions. Oh, the flashes of 
almost agonizing pleasure that shot through me! And when the crisis came I 
fairly shrieked as I spent. The three of them watched me wriggling and 
heaving for a moment. Then John, seizing Meg, threw her across me and said: 
"Now, Madge, you can see what a real fuck is like!" and for response I 
seized his cock and guided it into her slit. "Oh, how delicious that must 
be!" I shrieked. "It is," cried Meg, "give it to me harder!" and, like a 
horse in the stretch of a race track, John spurted. "How I feel it!" she 
cried, "squeeze his balls." And I did, and from a wild dance to heave and 
thrust, they quieted down to a gender throbbing. 

"Jolly! I can't wait," yelled Sam, holding up his burning rod. And John, 
taking his melting poker out of Meg's furnace, seized my hand and made me, 
myself, guide Sam's enormous cock into Meg's slippery slit. He was wound up 
and wasted no time on gentle heaves, but clutching her bottom in his hands, 
made his thrusts so hard and fast that the girl yelled out, "He'll knock a 
hole through me." But he kept on and in a second, cried: "There, you bitch, 
you whore, take that!" And, knowing that he was spending, I squeezed his 
testicles, but, overcome with my emotions, I fell back on the floor and 
eagerly clutched my slit in my hands. 

But John snatched it away and cried out: "Come, you black rascal. Come, do 
what you like with this smutty virgin. Put your tongue in her and make her 
suck that big cock of yours." 

"You mean it?" cried Sam, drawing his still rampant rod out of Meg's 
pickling tub. But he did not wait for an answer. Like a wild animal he 
pounced upon me, stretching my thighs as wide as they would go and stuck his 
tongue deep into my coral slit; while I, frantic with lust, threw myself on 
his belly and seizing his still magnificent erection, sucked away every drop 
of sperm that was still oozing from that great rod that filled my mouth 
completely, until out of breath, we lay panting, our heads resting on the 
inside of each other's thighs, our hands gently soothing the exhausted 
warriors of love. 

John threw himself down beside us and watched with gloating eyes, our still 
heaving flanks. But Meg's lustful emotions were calling loudly for 
assuagement. With a bound she sprang to the mantelpiece, snatched a large 
candle from its socket and, coming to where we three lay in a huge jumble 
together, she planted a foot on each side of our outstretched bodies and, in 
full view of our eyes, which were fixed upon her extended crevice, she 
plunged the candle deep into its depths, and with deft and rapid motions of 
her agile hand diddled herself until, exhausted, she staggered to the bed 
and threw herself on her back, the candle almost lost to sight. 

She put her hand down to remove it, but it was in so far and so slippery 
that she could not get hold of it. "Oh dear, I can't get it out!" she cried. 
"Wouldn't it be awful if I was plugged up for good." I ran to help her, but 
my fingers could gain no purchase on the candle's sperm-bathed sides: so, 
kneeling down, I bade her open her legs to the utmost and, pressing my jaws 
close to her slit, I managed to catch the slippery dildo with my teeth and 
so draw it out. 

We all laughed at this episode and Meg and I stood up and gazed down upon 
our two stalwart stallions still stretched upon the floor, side by side, but 
heads to feet. "Oh, the buggerers!" she cried. "See them feeling at each 
other," and so they were, each handling the other's cock. "Go on!" she 
cried. "All's fair in lust; I'm dying to see them suck each other!" 

"We will," said John, "but go and get those whips on the shelf and birch our 
buttocks while we taste the sweets of each other's nuts." 

Wrought up, as we were by this ultra exciting if outrageous conjuncture, we 
each seized a whip and, as those stalwart sodomites rolled upon their sides 
and with lustful lips seized each other's cocks, Meg let fall her whip upon 
the broad buttocks of her husband while I rained tingling blows upon John's 
white backsides, until it turned as rosy as my nipples. 

It was disgusting-say you-perhaps it was. But to us, frenzied and drunk with 
all the lechery that four votaries of wantonness can, when untrammeled by 
prejudices, pour into each other's souls-it lost its forbidding aspects and 
seemed but one step further in the drama we so loved to act: Lust a 
l'outrance. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Time passed. Anxious to run no risks with my health, John kept me limited to 
weekly revels; and I was obliged at other times to recall the pleasures that 
had passed, or dream of what would happen when next we gave ourselves to the 
delightful play. 

One morning John found a letter which seemed to engross him more than the 
others. "Well, Madge! we are going to have a visitor." 

"Oh, I hope not!" I said involuntarily. "It's too nice now, I hate 
strangers." 

"It can't be helped. His name is Ralph Brown, the son of my first love. His 
mother and I, when a little older than you are now, met and in a week we 
were secretly betrothed. I was summoned away on business. The last night 
before I left we wandered down to the shore and, seated alone there on the 
sand in the bright moonlight, we threw off all restraint. 

"The dear girl forgot all her former modesty and did not chide me as I 
strained her to my breast and rained hot kisses upon her lips and shoulders. 
'I am all yours,' she cried. But, wiser than to do what would be sorrow to 
her, I palpitated her sweet breasts and, both urged on by the same desire, I 
threw myself upon her panting form and, raising her skirts, my eager belly 
was pressed naked to hers and each, for the first time, tasted the ultimate 
pleasure of life; but without my penetrating her virgin bower. Again and 
again did we give ourselves up to these outward libations and all the 
pleasures that roving, eager hands could yield. I never saw her after that 
night. She married and they are both dead. When I was in Europe and she 
dying, she wrote me her last message: how she had loved me better than any 
other; and asking me to watch over her son. It is this son who is coming to 
see us. I found a good business for him in New York and, whenever he has a 
vacation he comes to see me. He will be here tomorrow and stay a fortnight." 

He paused, and, looking at me sharply: "Why Madge, you don't seem to like 
the idea of his coming!" 

"Oh, John!" I cried, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him, "if 
you are pleased, I ought to be, but-" 

"But what?" 

"Oh, we seem so happy and now we will have to be-be so very proper." 

"Oh ho, you minx!" he laughed and, thrusting his hand under my clothes took 
hold of my brush. "This is what you mean, isn't it?" 

"Yes, John, I shall miss it dreadfully. It's awful to be cold and proper 
after we have passed so many pleasant days, hot and improper." 

"At any rate, let us make hay while the sun shines!" 

I was sitting on his knees; stooping, he grasped one of my ankles and, 
laughing, raised it high in the air, almost upsetting me, and brought it 
down on the other side. I found myself straddled across his legs. "Now, my 
dear little cock pleaser, strip, and let me have a little hot buff and fur 
to pump sperm for me." As he held a plump thigh on each side of him, I tore 
off my garments and, in a minute, sat there stark naked. 

Then he made me first put one leg and then the other on his shoulder. Taking 
off my shoes and lifting me up, he pressed my hairy mount to his face and 
thrust his tongue in and out of my slit. Then he sat me on a sofa and, 
standing between my thighs, made me unbutton his trousers and take them off, 
while he tore off his coat and shirt. Naked, he stood before me, his lovely 
pego staring me right in the face. I laid it between my bubbies, fondled its 
soft coat, squeezed the wrinkled storehouse of love and, beginning at the 
foot of the tower, kissed with open lips and caressing tongue each inch of 
its tall stature, until the ruby head slipped boldly into my mouth. 

"You're wetting it!" he cried, and, indeed, this big mouthful did cause the 
saliva to secrete. "I'll be wet myself between my legs in a minute," I 
cried. "Yes, and your cul will be the wettest of all!" he cried, and, 
lifting me up, he placed me on my knees on the bed, brought his prick to the 
tight channel and, regardless of my squirming "Oh's" drove it in and, 
tickling my nipples with one hand, he rubbed my fervid slit with the other 
until the flood gates were opened and I was inundated with the essence of 
love; his behind, mine in front. Soon he rolled over on his back: "Come, 
glue your sticky slit to my mouth." And mounting across his face, he 
smothered his head between my thighs, while I, throwing myself forward, 
seized his sperm covered pintle in my mouth and sucked it until, breathless, 
I rolled over on my back and gave a long drawn cry of satisfied lechery. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Several days later I was walking on the road, when a natural need made 
itself felt: I wanted to make water. Again, why say: "Make water," why not 
"piss," right out? Going to the side of the road, I gathered my clothes up 
to my waist and, squatting down, a pretty little golden puddle glistened in 
the sun. Rising erect and still holding my skirts up to my navel, I heard a 
step crackle on the dry road and, looking up, there before me stood a 
handsome man, seemingly in the twenties, with flashing eyes surveying my 
naked charms. I was spellbound, but in an instant he had his arms around my 
waist and a hand groping my moist mount. "Oh ho!" said he, "you're a virgin, 
are you? Well! you shall have it outside, if not in." And pushing me back 
upon a mound of grassy sward, he stood between my legs and, opening his 
breeches, I had one glimpse of his lovely white pego as he threw himself 
upon me, raining kisses on my lips, his hot staff and crisp balls delighting 
with quick friction my hot slit. 

Of course I struggled, squirmed, kicked, and called him all sorts of names, 
until I felt the climax approaching to both and as I spent and could feel 
his sperm jetting all over my belly, I had to shut my eyes and press tight 
my lips to keep from showing the pleasure I was enjoying. 

Springing up, he stepped back to gloat over the sight of my panting charms. 
With a bound I was on my feet and gathering up my dress, I sprang away and 
ran across the field. He followed for a moment, but soon gave it up and, 
calling to me: "We'll meet again, you dear," he resumed his route along the 
road. I hastened home and was just beginning to tell Uncle John of my 
adventure when a knock came, and Meg said that a gentleman wanted to see 
John. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Going to my room, a bath and change of dress somewhat quieted my feelings 
aroused by that bold stranger, and by the time that Meg came into the room 
to tell me that John and his guest were waiting to go to dinner, I was ready 
to join them, looking like a modest maiden whom a smutty word would send 
into convulsions. 

"Ralph-this is Madge." That was the introduction, and as I looked up at him, 
I beheld the bold ravisher who, an hour before, had stared lustfully into my 
eyes while his hot sperm shot all over my belly. My heart stood still and I 
could hardly bow in answer to his salute, and I sank into my chair. 

Fortunately, the two men had much to say to each other and I had time to 
gain my composure, only to have it routed again when I glanced up and found 
his eyes fixed upon me with the same vivid passion that had kindled my 
amorous soul when lying on the grass at his lustful mercy. 

For three days I had no chance to be confidential with John, nor was I alone 
with Ralph for a minute. I avoided him. But his image was always before me. 
On the third day, as I was going to bed, Meg stole into my room. "Oh, Miss 
Madge! You ought to have seen him!" 

"Seen who?" I asked. "Our visitor," she said, "as I came along the hall the 
light was bright in his room and I couldn't help peeking through the 
key-hole. There he was facing the door and pulling his shirt over his head; 
all bare, and that lovely fresh cock of his standing stiff against his 
belly. I must frig myself, Miss!" And the dear girl threw herself back upon 
the sofa and, with her hand, rubbed the excited slit until, by her motions 
and glowing face, I saw that nature had come to her relief. 

Of course I was on fire and, when she came to the bed and gazing down upon 
me, said, "Oh, wouldn't you and he make a lovely couple in bed together 
doing the double-backed beast in your holiday clothes?" I could stand it no 
longer. Pushing my naked thighs to the edge of the bed, I cried out to her 
to give me relief; and the kind wench soon had me thrilled with her nimble 
tongue and then, tucking me into bed, she left me to dream that I was part 
of the double-backed beast she spoke of. 

I kept in my room as much as possible for I felt so awkward when I caught 
those bold glances of our visitor, though his manner toward me was always 
coldly respectful. 

On the fourth day John went over to the farm-hands' quarters and I thought 
that Ralph had gone with him. So, going to the library, I threw myself on a 
sofa with a book when, from the window curtains, stepped Ralph and, standing 
in the middle of the floor with folded arms, he said: "Madge, I love you and 
want to marry you, will you have me?" My heart was in my mouth. "No, no!" I 
cried. "I cannot-never," and jumping to my feet, I fled to my room and threw 
myself sobbing, on the bed. 

Did I regret the amorous dalliance with Uncle John that now arose as a 
barrier to the enjoyment of my new flame? No-and yet I only knew that I was 
miserable. I must have lain there an hour with my heart torn with 
conflicting emotions when I heard the door of my room pushed open and, 
starting up, I beheld my new lover standing, naked, with folded arms, in the 
middle of the room. "Madge, John has told me all. Tomorrow we will marry. I 
want you to come and give yourself to me now." 

Oh, the revulsion of feeling! What cared I for weddings! We loved! I sprang 
up and with trembling hands loosed my few garments and let them drop to the 
floor, then started towards him with outstretched arms. He eluded me. "I 
want to feast my eyes for the last time upon my hot little virgin," he said. 
But his eager lust was not to be delayed and, seizing me in his arms, 
raining kisses on every part of my naked body which I returned with equal 
fervor, he laid me on the bed and knelt between my open legs. 

"What do you want, Madge?" 

"I want you to make a woman of me, burst my virginity with that dear spear 
of yours. I shan't mind the hurt." And he was on me, his red lance aimed 
straight between my cunt's hot lips and forcing its way, little by little, 
till driven reckless by his sensations, "Brace yourself, Madge!" and, 
holding my bottom tightly, his iron rod burst into the useless prison and, 
wriggling, panting, his magnificent cock was buried to the hilt in my slit 
and, powerless to wait longer, his swift motion soon brought the voluptuous 
acme and my smarting slit was soothed by his seething sperm. 

Oh, the delicious agony of the moment-pain and pleasure mixed, but the 
pleasure all-conquering! Oh, the languid ecstasy of lying there with his 
dear form pressed on breast and belly! 

And, when our breath returned and he had made needed ablutions, we lay 
reclining side by side, how fervid the sensation of roving kiss and hand; 
the avidity of each to explore all the charms we had for each other. My hand 
had not long caressed his dear hymen breaker before its proud head was 
lifted again. 

"Madge," he cried, lifting me up on my knees, my hairy, gaping slit before 
his eyes, "the second erection to enter here will not be mine. Think how 
your Uncle John must be suffering. Go and give him the only thing you kept 
from him." 

"No, no, Ralph. I'm yours now!" 

"Madge, jealousy is the cause of half the unhappiness in married life. I'll 
swear on this dear cunt, and you on my stiff prick, that each will love the 
other more than all else on earth, but that each shall take pleasure at 
other founts; knowing that we love each other so well that these wanton 
excursions will serve but as a stimulant to our mutual pleasures. I kiss the 
book," he said, as he pressed his lips and tongue against my slit. Then, 
springing up-"Now you kiss, too!" and he held the rosy headed rod to receive 
my ardent lips. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Come," he said, and leading me to John's door, Ralph opened it and, pushing 
me in, closed it softly. I advance quietly to the head of the bed where I 
had so often tasted nameless sweets, and gazed down upon John's nude form, 
stretched there on his back, his mind filled no doubt with vivid pictures of 
the voluptuous drama being enacted at the other end of the hall and holding 
the inflamed arrow of love erect in his hand. 

"Ralph sent me, John. He has ravished my virginity and swears that he won't 
fuck me again until your sperm mixes with his in my belly." 

"You darling girl! Do you mean it?" and wildly seizing me in his arms he 
threw me flat on my back and, kneeling between my thighs I grasped his dear 
old cock in my hand and, myself, guided it to my newly opened quiver. 

Oh, that rapture giving tongue, fucking my mouth; that stiff strong prick 
fucking my cunt; that thrilling flood of boiling sperm shooting at last into 
its proper channel and now, for the first time, sending bliss to my 
innermost vitals. How we squirmed and twisted in our lustful embrace and how 
happy and content we lay, regaining our breath, till a voice at our side 
roused us. 

"Did you enjoy it?" and looking up, there stood Ralph in all his naked, 
manly beauty, his pego up in arms. Quickly raising himself, John held out 
his hand, which Ralph grasped, while I, seizing them both, pressed them, 
joined together, to my happy slit. Then I sprang up and with an arm around 
each manly form I kissed first one, then the other, and exclaimed : "Oh! how 
happy I am with two such lovers!" 

"Let us look at ourselves," said John, and, with encircling arms, we ran up 
to the mirror and gazed with lustful eyes on the splendid picture of our 
naked charms. 

"On your knees and worship Priapus," said Ralph. As I dropped on my knees, 
he turned my head to John's pego, which I quickly seized in my mouth, and 
which quickly stiffened; and then, with eager lips, I turned to kiss the 
rampant rooster that had just crowed for the first time-in my virgin belly. 

Raising me, they made me stand straddled on two chairs and, each in turn, 
standing under my crotch, thrust his tongue into my quiver. "This is too 
much, how I wish I had two cunts, so as to have both fuck me at once!" 

"You know you have!" said John, "didn't I take your 'maiden-behind' and 
Ralph your maidenhead?" 

"Let's put both in at once!" cried Ralph and, making me stoop, his rigid rod 
was soon engulfed in my excited slit, when John, lifting up my legs, crossed 
them tightly around Ralph's waist and I was suspended there-hung upon a peg, 
as it were-while John, pointing his spear against my well-stretched bottom, 
pierced me to the hilt. 

Oh! The wild shouts of agonizing rapture that deluged me as those two lusty 
darts of love were driven with simultaneous thrusts into my quivering body, 
and as the double dose of sperm was shot, like molten lead, into me, I 
shrieked aloud till Ralph's nimble tongue, with prick-like stiffness, was 
urged into my cunt-like mouth and I sucked it, as my contracting slit and 
cul sucked from their pricks the last lovely drops of sperm. 

I almost fainted as they laid me on the bed; but a good stiff horn of 
whiskey poured down my throat revived me, and bathed with spirits, I soon 
lay happy across Ralph's lap on the sofa while John, lighting a cigar, sat 
naked in an easy chair opposite us and told us smutty incidents of his life. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Meg and Sam kept in the background since Ralph appeared. But I had not 
forgotten them. One day, after we had rested after the effects of our 
razzle-dazzle, John was away and Ralph, as we left the table, lit his cigar 
and, groping me, told me to go to my room and strip and, as soon as he 
finished smoking, he would come and we would have a nice, quiet little 
diddle all by ourselves. 

I pressed the bulging balls in his breeches and going to my room, threw 
myself naked on the bed to wait for him. Just then Meg passed the door and I 
called her in. I had been too busy with my own slit and Ralph's and John's 
dear cocks to think of her or Sam, but, as she stood by the bed, I sprang up 
and embraced her. "Oh Meg, forgive me! We've been so busy with ourselves. 
Come strip, get into bed with me and when Ralph comes, I'll make him give 
you a taste of his old gentleman." 

"No, no, Miss Madge, he is all yours!" But I jumped up and commenced tearing 
off her clothes. 

Just as I, standing upon the bed, was pulling her chemise over her head, 
Ralph entered. 

"See how two girls can enjoy each other!" 

I cried, and I threw the wench on the bed and, with mouths glued to each 
other's slits, we gave him a lively duet of tongue thrusting. While watching 
us he stripped and, as we lay languidly, side by side, he approached and 
examined my dusky bed-fellow. "What a nice, plump little brown Venus it is!" 
he said, as his hands roved over her. "Leave me alone," she said, "you 
belong to Miss Madge." 

But I took Ralph's prick in my hand and held it up, rigid and fierce: "Do 
you mean to tell me you don't want a taste of this?" I asked. "Oh, I do, 
Miss. I do. My slit's hot now!" 

"Get on your knees," I cried, "so that I can see the whole race up and down 
your hairy place!" and the lusty wench did as I told her, and, giving 
Ralph's rooster a parting kiss, I pointed it for her center of attraction 
and gave myself up to the delightful spectacle of their lusty working bung 
and spigot, and, when Meg's well-filled belly rolled, squirming, upon the 
bed, I clasped Ralph's loins in my hands and took the fallen monarch in my 
mouth, sucking into me the last drop. 

"One of you must tongue tickle me, quick!" I cried. "Hold on!" said Ralph, 
snatching away his hand which I had clasped against my slit. "Where's that 
robust husband of yours, Meg? Go and fetch him and tell him there's a lady 
here who wants the use of his cock for a few minutes." 

"Shall I Miss?" cried the delighted wench, springing to her feet. "Hurry 
up!" said Ralph, and he gave her plump backside a resounding smack with his 
hand as the girl sprang naked out of the door. 

"Oh, Ralph! do you really want me to let that black man fuck me?" I asked. 
"I know you have let him kiss my slit and suck it, and I've kissed him too, 
and twice he went off in my mouth; but, if he fucks me straight, I might 
have a brown baby." Ralph laughed aloud. 

"Black babies or not," he cried, "I'm going to see that big muscular fellow 
fuck you right up to the handle," and he threw himself on the bed and pulled 
me down, with my rump on the edge, tickling my nipples and clitoris as I lay 
across him. 

A moment thus and, in the doorway, appeared the sprightly wench, and, beside 
her, the magnificently muscular and manly form of Sam. He was a little 
bashful at this sudden introduction into such company, but the royal prick 
that the wench held in her hand showed how excited his passions were. 

"See, Miss!" cried she, "isn't it a whopper?" 

"Walk up to the captain's office and settle!" cried Ralph. And, as the big 
darky advanced and stood between my thighs I lost all my fears and took the 
splendid specimen of virility in my hand. "What a monster he is!" I cried. 
"He's grown bigger than ever!" 

"Jolly, Miss," said Meg, "he's had lots of exercise since you and Massa John 
and Massa Ralph have been fucking and sucking each other all over the house. 
We had to peep in sometimes and see you three fooling with each other, and 
this black rascal when you all came to the going off point, would make me 
get down on my knees and suck him while he watched you three wriggling." 

"You wicked peeper!" I cried. "I'll pay you for that! Go and get that whip 
Meg, and thrash his backsides." And I guided his immense prick between the 
lips of my slit and threw myself back, panting, to taste this luscious 
morsel. 

"Quat her just as you would Meg!" cried Ralph, and seizing my bum the lusty 
black thrust that soul-satisfying shaft of his plump rod up to the hilt. 
"Oh, it's splendid! It's a splitter, don't spare me, it's so lovely! Don't 
hold back! That's it! Oh, it's so good. Faster! I'll keep time with you! 
Whip his buttocks harder! Oh, he's swelling! I'm coming! Squeeze his balls, 
Ralph! Oh! Oh!" and heaving wildly, clutching the bedclothes with my hands, 
working my bottom as if dancing on a hot stove, my cunt, chock-full of that 
rigid, robust mountain of hard flesh, I yelled with delight, frantically 
threw up my legs and, closing them around him, kicked his bottom with my 
heels, until he cried: "Now it flies! Take that in your womb, and that, and 
that"-and the frantic Hercules forgetting all but that we were two animals 
in lecherous agony, yelled at me: "You want fucking, do you; you want your 
belly full? Ain't you getting it? Take that! Suck every drop out with your 
puckering cunt, my pretty diddler!" 

And I, wriggling, shrieking, and quivering with lust, called to him: "Oh, 
it's heaven! My insides are flooded: I feel the sperm drops burn me as they 
hit my belly! I'm riddled with hot shots! Give me every charge in your gun! 
My buttocks are going and I can't stop. Whip him some more." 

For he had quieted his rapid motions. "Yes!" he yelled. "Flog me harder and 
I'll give her another dose without coming out!" 

"You mean it?" I cried. For all response he seized me in his arms lifted me 
up still spiked on his prick, and ran around the room with me; squeezing my 
backsides, putting his finger in my cul, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, 
and nibbling at my nipples while I sucked his tongue and clasped him tightly 
with arms and loins while Meg whipped both our bottoms until, at length, I 
again felt the thrill of his stiffening pego and, laying me again on the 
bed, he worked his heavenly probe in and out of my slit until I felt the 
great drops fly once again into me and with a shriek I fainted. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

When I came to myself in bed in my darkened room, Ralph, all dressed, sat by 
my side while I clasped his neck in my arms. 

"Madge, you are young yet, and new to voluptuous raptures. You've been going 
at it too hard. We have been selfish in spurring you on so fast. Gradually 
you will become hardened to amorous play and be able to bear all that we can 
give and take together. But now you need a rest and you must obey and leave 
that sensitive slit of yours alone for four days, or until Sunday. And, 
Madge, you mustn't excite John and I by going around with your lovely 
bubbies bare, or letting us see your lovely legs. It's pretty hard to swear 
off even for a few days. But, for the sake of your health, we must all 
sacrifice ourselves." 

I kissed the dear fellow and promised to obey him; so we passed three highly 
respectable days, walking, riding and avoiding all temptations until on 
Saturday night, I went to bed in perfect health and yearning eagerly to 
again feel that blissful balm in my belly. 

When I awoke in the morning my thing quickly reminded me that its itching 
was again to be solaced and, as I raised myself on my elbow, I gazed with 
gloating eyes down on that dear handsome lover of mine stretched out in bed 
on his back, still sleeping. 

Gently I raised his nightshirt and feasted my eyes upon his innocent looking 
love shaft lying softly on the cushion-like testicles. Involuntarily my hand 
slid down over his belly and gently caressed the wrinkled weapon of lustful 
warfare. 

Taking it in my fingers, with soft, quiet touches along its length, I saw, 
with flushing eyes and puckering slit, its softness swelled to stiffness, 
and soon my hand was filled with the rich rotundity of a glorious erection 
and my gloated eyes feasted on the round, red head, gorged with blood, and 
the gaping slit on its top, looking ready to spurt forth a shower of sperm. 

Getting quickly onto my knees I drew my nightdress over my head and, without 
touching, straddled across him. Then, taking his prick in my hand, I held it 
bolt upright and, settling my body down upon it, it was soon piercing my 
vagina. In an instant a lustful, upward jerk of his buttocks made it 
disappear in my hole, and, glancing down, I saw that Ralph was awake and, 
with ardent gaze, watching my performances. 

"Oh, you young lecher! You couldn't wait until I woke up, but must ravish me 
in my sleep!" he laughed. "You've kept me on short commons long enough," I 
answered, "and now I'm going to feast my belly full." 

"Well, go ahead!" he cried, "but you must do all the work yourself. Wait a 
second until I stuff this pillow under me; it will help give you a longer 
stroke." 

As I commenced to work my thighs with rapid, ravishing heaves upon his 
stately prick, he cried out to me: "Go to it, my pretty wench, my lovely, 
lusty lecher, my sweet suction pump, my coral-cunted cock-pleaser, my dear 
whore, my ever ready sperm churner; wag your tail my lascivious little 
buttock worker! Push your slit tight on my belly, keep on-faster-faster!" 
Until, with a sudden spring forward he caught my bum in his hands and, with 
the burst of ultimate passion, threw me over on my back and, with straining 
muscles and bursting veins, gave me those sweet, final thrusts with such 
rapturous rapidity that my long stored juices oozed out around his pubes and 
wet his balls. 

"I heard that hot-bellied cry way out in my room," said a voice, and looking 
up, Uncle John stood by the bedside watching us with lustful eyes. 

"She's got a fine action in her bum, John," cried Ralph, "let her pump up 
your sperm, herself." And John, lying down with his buttocks on a settee, 
held his darling staff straight up in the air. Ralph lifted me astride of 
him while I put his cock where it would do the most good. I had just 
commenced working my thighs when Ralph, seeing a riding whip on the table, 
let it fall in tingling blows on my high lifted bottom until the excitement 
of the fight made his own cock get a hard-on and, tackling me behind, he 
stuck it in my cul while John was struggling to his feet. They both stood 
upright with me between them, lifted on their stiff staffs and having my 
whole body thrilled by their eager thrusts and copious shots of sperm. 

As we rested and I lay there with two birds in my hand and sure of having 
them both in my bush, also, "How shall we do it next?" I cried. "Shall I 
tell you," said John, "how I first took a diddle?" 

"That will be splendid!" I cried. And, settling ourselves in each other's 
way together, their hands gently caressing my slit and I holding in each 
hand the two pretty nightingales that had sung so often and so sweetly for 
me, he began. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

"At sixteen I was a virgin. The sexual sensation had never been experienced 
and, if I had any amorous longings I did not know what they meant and my 
pintle was simply a piss-passer for me. 

"One day I was climbing a smooth cherry tree, about as large around as 
Madge's waist, and, as I climbed up, with my arms and legs clasped tightly 
against it and rubbing up and down, my cock stiffened and a new sensation 
began to steal over me. 

"Wondering what it was, I held the tree still tighter, instinctively, and 
worked my buttocks. Soon a delicious feeling spread all over me and centered 
itself in my prick, and as I kept on with faster heavings, I felt it stiffen 
in my breeches and soon it seemed to burst and shoot out something, I knew 
not what, while I felt that my belly was wet and a delightful languor spread 
over my whole body. I was astounded and clutched the tree until, too weak to 
hold on any longer, I slid to the ground. Lying there, I opened my breeches 
and found myself all covered with some sticky substance I had never seen 
before. 

"I was half frightened, and went home and, stripping, washed myself and got 
on the bed, resolved to try if I could not recall those delicious feelings. 

"As I took my cock in my hand and played with it I soon found that it grew 
bigger and bigger. It was soon stiff and swollen while the skin, which hid 
the head, soon yielded in a vigorous downward motion leaving the cap of love 
rosy and exposed. 

"I did not know but what I had injured myself, but, spurred on by the 
exquisite pleasure I soon found my frigging hand made, I worked the skin up 
and down, faster and faster, and soon the same sensation which I had 
experienced on the tree stole over me. I felt something inside giving away 
and, in a delirium of delight, saw, for the first time, the milky seed fly 
high in the air and, keeping up the friction, squeezed out the last drop and 
lay back, panting. 

"My eyes were half open. As I thought of this phenomena I wondered what it 
all meant until, one day, I saw our buxom servant girl leave the kitchen 
and, looking all around as if to see if she was watched, go into the barn. 

"I followed, and, gluing my eyes to the wide crack in the boards, saw 
another crack that made my prick so stiff as to almost split my breeches 
open. The girl was in heat, had thrown herself, half reclining on her back, 
upon the hay full front to where I was peeping and had pulled her clothes up 
to her waist. 

"I fastened my eyes on her broad hips and fleshy thighs, her fat, round 
belly heaving up and down, and the great mass of black, curly hair which was 
plainly in view between her outstretched thighs. Her face had an eager 
expression as she fixed her eyes upon her excited center and, I quickly saw 
her hide it from view with her hand and, with extended fingers, rub herself 
up and down, seeming to penetrate into some opening there. 

"Instinctively I tore open my trousers and, taking my cock in my hand, kept 
time with her self-deflowering motions until I heard her give forth a 
half-suppressed cry of satisfaction, heaving her hips more wildly and 
working her hand faster, spending, just as my own agile hand pumped out the 
white sperm that flew high up on the barn toward her. 

"After that I kept my eye on her and, whenever I saw her go off by herself 
to the barn or bedroom, I quickly followed and, gloating over the sight of 
her naked charms and lewd actions, joined her, unseen, in a revel of 
masturbation. 

"In fact, I jerked myself off so often that I grew thin and weak and my 
father, not knowing the cause, wrote to a young curate whom he knew and sent 
me off to his distant parsonage for a change of air and to continue my 
studies under his care. 

"The minister was an athletic young fellow of thirty and lived alone with 
his wife, a bright, pleasant faced, plump figured girl of twenty-two, 
overflowing with animal spirits and jolly, but proper and discreet, as 
became her position. 

"For a week or so I left my cock alone. I was bashful, as I said, and the 
novelty of my surroundings kept me thinking of other things. 

"But, passing her door one day, when she said she was going to take a bath, 
I couldn't resist peeping through the key-hole. There she stood, naked and 
lovely, sponging herself briskly with a towel; lifting one plump leg upon a 
chair, her naked, wide stretched thighs open to my eager eyes. 

"I yielded to the fires that were burning within me and rushing to my room, 
ran to the open window and shot a full libation of sperm into the glistening 
sunlight. 

"And I kept it up for a week until one day after dinner, when we were all in 
the library-the young dominie sat on the sofa and his wife on his lap-while 
I, opposite them at the window, pretended to be reading but was, in fact, 
furtively gazing with a carnal eye at the trim ankles and plump calves of 
his wife that her reclining attitude brought into view. 

"'John,' said the dominie, 'I've got something to say to you. I know how I 
suffered at your age and I see you wrecking your health and want to save 
you.' 'What do you mean?' I asked. 'You know what I mean,' he answered 
kindly. And my flushed face answered him. 'I've suspected that you were 
playing with yourself for some time, but yesterday, Mollie, here, saw you 
jerking yourself off in your room. Now, I've a proposition to make to you. 
If you will promise me on your honor, never to masturbate again while you 
are here-once a week, Mollie will let you do anything you like with her. In 
plain English, today is Friday; every Friday you may fuck Mollie to your 
heart's content, but for the rest of the week, you must leave lewdness 
entirely alone. Do you promise?' 'Do you mean it?' I cried, jumping to my 
feet, my cock stiff in my breeches. 'Doesn't this look like I meant it?' he 
said, and seizing his blushing wife, he drew her across his lap as he lay 
extended on the sofa and, pulling up her clothes as high as they would go, 
exposed to my eyes her lovely body, naked from the waist down. 'On your 
knees between her legs and swear to keep your promise,' said the dominie. 
And kneeling there she seized my hand, pushed it down upon her lovely mount. 
'Kiss the book,' she said. I was only a second there, for I was ready to 
spend, when rising to my feet, the lovely girl quickly unbuttoned my 
breeches and taking my overexcited prick in her hand guided it quickly into 
her slit. 'Fuck me!' she said. 'Fuck me! 

I want it as much as you do!' And, eagerly grasping her bottom, I felt my 
pego pierce her tight crevice and enter her completely until belly touched 
belly and her hair curled in mine. I could not speak. I simply uttered an 
inarticulate cry of joy and commenced working in and out, as I had been 
taught by my frigging hand. 

"'There! You naughty boy, isn't that nicer than playing with yourself?' And, 
throwing her arms around her husband's neck-'Are you jealous, hubby?' 
'Jealous?' he cried. 'It's delicious! I enjoy the sight as much as you do 
the act. Give it to her, John!' 'It's coming,' I cried. 'I am too,' she 
answered. 'Tickle the top of my slit, hubby.' And the dear girl took my 
virgin offering deep into the recesses of her gaping womb. 

"Then, reaching up she threw her arms around my neck and drew me down upon 
her, as we rained passionate kisses on each other. 'Come!' cried the 
husband. 'Let's have a Garden of Eden. Quick, run to your rooms, strip and 
come back. Hurry up, see in what a state I am!' and he held up his big prick 
ready to burst. 

"In two minutes there were two Adams and one Eve; and at once, Eve, making 
me lie on the sofa, threw herself across me and, taking the big pego of the 
original Adam, the handsome couple were soon pumping sperm at each other. 
Resting from their labors the lovely girl caught sight of my prick, which 
was sticking up stiff again. 'See this wicked young cock, it is ready to 
crow again!' 

"As I rolled off of her, her husband sprang forward. 'By Priapus, Mollie,' 
he called, 'now you have been taken in adultery you shall do what you have 
refused to do-suck my cock.' 'Yes, indeed, I will!' she cried. 'Sit on the 
floor, then, between John's legs,' he said, and her backsides were soon 
close to my belly while he, kneeling before her, stuck his great, inflamed 
cock invitingly into her face. Quickly her open lips closed over the ruby 
head and slid down the huge column, while one hand clutched his bum, and the 
other his testicles. 'Work your lips just as you do your slit,' he cried. 
What a luscious sight it was, but so short. 'There it comes,' and the 
swollen glands told that he was spending. Taking her hand away a minute, the 
sperm flew over her and over me, and then, seizing it again in her mouth, 
she did not let go until, with a deep sigh of satisfied emotion, he, 
himself, withdrew, melted by the fervor of her lips, tongue, and inhaling 
breath." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

As John finished the narrative of his initiation into the mysteries of Venus 
the two nightingales in my hands held their necks up straight in the air and 
their little, gaping mouths looked ready to sing. My lustful imagination, 
excited by all that I had experienced, wandered into unknown realms of 
lechery. 

"How do men like priests, sailors and soldiers, shut off from women, satisfy 
their voluptuous longings?" I asked. "You forget, Madge," said Ralph, "that 
John and I tasted each other's sweets the other day." 

"Yes," said John, "they do that and fuck each other's culs. I remember that 
once, in a house party in New Orleans, a party of us had been treated 
exhaustively by a bevy of licentious Creole girls and were lying around in 
all sorts of lewd attitudes, when the buxom mistress of the house came in 
and, standing naked there, clapped her hands for silence. 'You all know, 
that my business in life is to please my patrons with novelties and I have 
arranged this evening an act which I will call 'A Half Hour in Sodom." 

"Going to the door she opened it and into the center of the room marched ten 
men, in single file, like soldiers. They were young and middle aged, ten 
splendidly formed, naked Creoles or mulattoes, carrying their stiff pegos at 
'present arms' before them. 

"The mistress knelt on the floor, her splendid buttocks thrust out, and the 
first darky put his prick into the hole of her fleshy arse; then the second 
man's cock entered her cul, and so on to the last man, making a chain of 
buggering lustfulness that was a delicious morsel to our highly seasoned 
palates. 

"As they worked their cocks into each other they kept shouting smutty talk; 
and when the spending came, the whole line trembled like a ship in a storm 
and those ten athletic bodies wriggling, writhing, panting, yelling, in a 
complete surrender to their most licentious instincts, was a sight beyond 
which the lewdest imagination can go." 

John's story, and the voluptuous touches we had experienced from each 
other's hands and lips, brought the moment when we must get rid of the cream 
that their licentiousness had distilled. 

Holding Ralph's darling diddler in one hand, I pressed the cheeks of his 
bottom with the other. "Ralph, I believe that that old sodomite there wants 
to put his prick in here." 

"Why not?" said Ralph. "Glorious," said John, and, seizing me he threw me on 
the edge of the bed and stuck Ralph's immense erection deep into my slit. 
"Wet the head in your mouth," he said, and I made his eager prick slippery 
with saliva. In an instant, it was pointed at Ralph's tight and virgin cul. 

All the struggle to get it in heightened my own pleasure, for it made 
Ralph's prick swell bigger and throb deliciously in my happy sheath. 

Finally John, unable to curb his lust longer, tore Ralph's bottom with a 
mighty thrust, and three bellies and buttocks were moving wildly together in 
lustful unison until, in blissful agony, I lay sweltering in licentious 
lassitude, with my two dear stallions in a heap on top of me. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

From the time when Ralph first rid me of my burdensome and hateful 
maidenhead-carried it away on the point of his lance-I had never so much as 
thought of marriage. Our entwined arms and legs and his dear shaft nailing 
me down to the couch of pleasure were all the bonds I cared for. But, before 
long, he had to return to New York. I hardly dared think of it; we had been 
so full of the present, at least I had been so full of their doings. One day 
I had been walking alone and, returning, found Ralph and John talking 
seriously. They seated me on the sofa between them but didn't put their 
hands in my bosom or under my skirts. I was really frightened; I thought 
that something had happened and looked anxiously from one to the other. 

"Madge, Ralph and I have been talking about the future. I have business that 
will take me to the Pacific in a few days and Ralph must return to New York 
and you must go with him." 

"Oh!" I cried, "I knew we couldn't go on always as we are-but...." I got no 
further, buried my face in my hands, and burst into tears. 

To leave John was bitter, but since the night that he first possessed me, I 
had held Ralph in my heart, as so-called virtuous women do their husbands. 

"Yes, Madge, Ralph and I have decided that you and he be legally married and 
go and live in New York." 

"Oh John, it's like taking half of my life away to leave you." 

"Of course, it seems so," said Ralph, "but John can visit us often, and we 
him." And it was all settled. 

One evening, not long after, I had gone to my room for something when Meg 
appeared, entirely naked, and said: "Miss Madge, they want you in the 
parlor, in the same clothes I have on." 

"Oh Meg," I said, "I suppose they want us to take some of the starch out of 
them." 

"It's more than that, Miss." And, curious, I stripped and followed her. 

The room was brilliantly lighted. At the head of a couch in the center, 
stood a priest, book in hand, while behind him, were Ralph, John and Sam, 
all three as bare as Meg and I. 

I stood still with wonder; when John came forward and, leading me to the 
couch, threw me on my back. Then Ralph came forward and stood between my 
legs, his arrow aimed at my bull's-eye. 

The priest stood at the side and, opening his book, commenced the short 
marriage service and, as he pronounced the declaration that we were man and 
wife, he took my hand and, making me grasp my newly-made husband's prick, 
guided it into my slit. The dear fellow gave me a hard trot and, foundering 
at the end, invited John to follow him, which he did. 

Then Ralph asked the priest to give me his blessing and the holy man, 
advancing to the altar, presented to our view a Priapus of immense size and 
got between my legs. "Will you accept my blessing," he asked, "and let me 
anoint you with the holy oils?" 

"Oh, Father, pour oil on my troubled waters." And that stalwart prick of his 
went plunging into me and kept pounding away until a profuse scattering of 
his sanctified sperm sent me off, wriggling, like a fish on a hook. 

Then Ralph, turning to Sam, said: "There is no black or white in heaven and 
her slit is at present heaven." The well wound up and richly adorned darky 
gave me a diddle that, for size of cock, vigor of action, and copious 
spending, was as perfect as the lovely grotto of Venus itself could have 
wished for. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

But I must close my adventure in this land of the bayous. A few days before 
Ralph and I were to turn our faces to the north, John and I were out walking 
along a secluded road, when we came upon a small hovel such as the free 
Negroes occupy. "Come here Madge, let me fuck you!" in a man's voice, 
startled us, but John motioned me to keep quiet. We stole up to a clump of 
bushes surrounding a little yard and there, stretched on a grassy bank, was 
a big, burly Negro, stark naked and holding up a cock that would have served 
the womb of nature itself and beget all her fruits. Capering before him were 
two immense dogs-as big as young colts and one mass of muscle. As usual now, 
my thoughts were sexual and I saw that one was a bitch and the other a dog. 

"Come, my little Madge!" and the bitch, barking, came up to him. Getting 
behind her, her tail standing up and showing her slit, the buggering black 
pointed his prick at it and plunged it in almost to the hilt. The bitch 
barked and wriggled and the Negro, his face aglow with lust, kept crying 
between his teeth: "Ah, my nice whore, you're better than a girl; your slit 
fits my cock like a glove, now I must squirt!" and, working his immense bum, 
I saw by the contractions of his muscles, that he was spending into the 
slit. 

My cunt was burning at this novel, if outrageous scene and I thrust out my 
hand and grasped John's staff, stiff in his breeches. "Wait," he whispered, 
"let's see it through." The black threw himself on his back, his great prick 
prone, but a giant, even in its fall. "Come Rover!" he cried. And the dog, 
who had been jumping around the lusty pair and whose cock stuck out stiff 
under his belly, its crimson head plainly visible, came prancing up to him, 
barking frantically. 

Quickly getting his wooly head under the dog's belly we saw him grasp the 
canine's penis and suck it while the dog wiggled his hind quarters and gave 
a wail of pleasure as the black sucked the juice out of him. 

Frantic with lust, John tore open his breeches, seized me in his arms and, 
rushing with me to the grassy knoll on which the buggering black lay, threw 
up my clothes and in an instant was fucking me like mad. 

The frightened black sprang to his feet, but our stroking match made him 
forget his fears and, standing over us, he watched our lustful enjoyment 
with shining eyes. 

Weltering in our completed conjunction, John seized me, tore off all my 
clothes and holding my parting thighs out invitingly to the black, cried: 
"There, you black buggerer! Isn't that nicer to fuck than a slut?" 

"What do you mean, Massa? You let me fuck that lovely white cunt?" 

"Come, show her your prick and ask her!" And the Negro stood between my legs 
and I held in my hand one of nature's masterpieces-the thought of which 
makes me feel like masturbating. 

"Oh! It's too big! I'm afraid of it!" 

"Bosh!" cried John, "a woman's slit is elastic enough to swallow an 
elephant." And driven by desire, I grasped that enormous prick in my hand 
and in an instant it was stretching wide my vagina and knocking deliciously 
at my womb. Oh! the wild animal cries of a lecherous stallion! The frantic 
clutching of my heaving bum! The wild thrusting of that immense probe in and 
out of my distended cunt! Then, the fierce energy of the final swelling and 
the lecherous agony of the hot sperm shooting all through my belly and 
sucking from me all the slimy overflow of my over-excited being! 

I lay back limp. "Some water, quick!" and the black sprang away and in a 
second was back and dashing it into my face. I soon revived. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Miss." 

"Hurt me? It was too heavenly! Come here and let me handle that gift of the 
Gods." And leaning, against John I gloated over that splendid engine of love 
as he knelt by my side. 

"Why do you keep that for brutes instead of women?" 

"Because good women are afraid of me and the bad women I've had live with me 
robbed me, poor as I am. I got disgusted and have lived here alone for a 
year. Slut ain't bad," he said, and, turning to John, whose prick was stiff: 
"Try Madge!" and called the big bitch to him and fondled her. 

"Go on, John!" I cried; and he, jumping to his knees, pulled the bitch up to 
his belly stern-wise and I, myself, pointed his dart into her. "It's like a 
young girl's cunt!" he said, "Splendid!" And the rapid motions soon told 
that the tightness of the orifice was bringing on the climax and I put my 
hand out and squeezed his balls as he shot his sperm into the bitch's 
haunches. 

While this was going on the dog was going around smelling the bitch and 
John's prick. Now the black seized him and lifted him up by the hind legs 
and in this position he was almost as tall as the darky. His cock was stiff 
and the crisp little balls somehow made my slit contract. "Let him fuck you, 
Miss!" cried the lewd black. "By Jove, she shall!" said John, and seizing 
me, he pushed me down on my knees and pulled me way back against him until 
my hairy slit stuck out just at the right height for my canine lover. He 
walked the dog up to me on his hind legs, and stood him upright between my 
legs like a man while the Negro pressed him close to my slit and directed 
his prick into it. 

Not its size--a small cock often gives more pleasure than a big one-but the 
novel lechery of the scene excited my lust and I was working my bottom when 
John called, "Let the dog cover her as he would a bitch!" The darky threw 
the dog down, its breast against my belly and his legs clutching my sides, 
while, thoroughly in heat, he worked his loins rapidly. My feelings touched 
a new kink in licentiousness, when, with a low bark, he shot his sperm into 
me. I threw myself back on the grass quivering. "Oh, that's only an 
appetizer; give me something more substantial; my slit is burning." 

"How's that?" cried the black, kneeling over my chest, his awful erection 
staring me full in the face. "Oh, it's lovely!" and I squeezed his 
coconut-like balls, grasped the firm staff in my hand, gently frigged it and 
took its enormous head in my mouth. It was a mouthful, and I had given it 
but a few sucks when the excited engine exploded and the hot drops flew into 
my mouth. 

I threw myself back: "Quick, into my slit!" I cried. Wild with spending 
agony, this lovely son of Priapus threw himself upon me, his sperm jutting 
out all over me until, plunged safely in my slit, he poured into the 
innermost crevices a volume of the burning fluid that set my buttocks in 
motion, wildly eager to catch every drop, and compelled from me a flow of 
all my being, poured down in welcome to this prince of fuckers. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

And now the last night together came, and I suppose that you must anticipate 
a wholesale razzle-dazzle; but John and I felt the parting too keenly. 

Ralph and I were in our room and I had just dropped my chemise and was 
sitting, naked, pulling off my stockings. "Madge, go to John's bed and spend 
the night in his arms." I kissed him fondly and went. Not forgetful of him, 
I ran to Meg's room, told her where I was going to pass the night and bade 
her go down to Ralph and see if he did not want to have a stroking. match 
with her before he went to sleep. 

Then I hastened to John, and entering the familiar room found it dark and he 
in bed. "What's that?" 

"Me, dear John; I've come to spend the night." And, wrapped in his arms like 
a child in its father's, or a bride in her husband's, half tearful and half 
rapturous with our soft pleasures, I fell asleep on his breast. 

Morning found us there, inhaling our souls into each other's lips, glued 
together, bellies throbbing and his dear shaft carrying soft rapture to my 
inner soul, until, in the ecstasy of our last embrace a knock came, and Sam 
entered with John's shaving water. 

"Sam, you must say good-by," and soon his stalwart pego was buried within me 
and twice shot its elixir into my womb; the second time while I drew from 
John's dear staff the last libation of love. 

Three hours later Ralph and I were on a train for the north. 

The express was crowded, but finally the conductor came and told us a 
director of the road was occupying a state-room, and had consented to share 
it with us. 

We found it a pretty apartment, shut from the rest of the car, with mirrors 
and carpets, easy chairs and an inviting looking sofa. 

The occupant was a handsome man of fifty, and very courteous, "I fear we 
shall disturb you," said Ralph. "No, I was getting lonesome and you are more 
than welcome to join me as far as Philadelphia where this car will be 
switched off." 

I threw myself on the sofa and watched the moving panorama as we passed the 
morning in pleasant talk. Once I caught my host's eyes, fixed with a gleam 
on my plump leg, which in changing position I had exposed. 

When we stopped for dinner the two gentlemen alighted, brought me a lunch, 
and then promenaded the platform. 

The train started again, when Ralph said: "Madge, our host and I have been 
confidential; you ought to have heard the compliments he made of you! Go sit 
on his lap, and tell him he can have what he wants." 

"Stop your nonsense," I said. But the laughing rascal took me in his arms 
and placed me in our host's lap. 

"Won't you be kind to an amorous old codger and stay?" 

"Yes, I will and I will make Ralph jealous!" I cried. And throwing my arms 
around my new lover's neck, I gave him a kiss. 

I could feel his staff stiffen against my bottom and his hand instinctively 
pressed my breast. "There, you naughty fellow! You shall have them at 
discretion," and with both hands I lifted my plump titties out of my clothes 
and, with a cry of pleasure, he covered them with kisses. 

"Pull up her petticoats and I will show you the way into her," said Ralph, 
and, jumping up, he let loose his prick, fully recovered from Meg's 
drubbing. 

"Bravo!" cried our host, and quickly snatching up all that hid my lovely 
legs, thighs and belly, as he called them, my bottom was clasped in Ralph's 
hands and his staff was knocking at my slit. 

"May I put it in?" said our host. "Of course you may," and he guided it in. 
"You can squeeze his balls too, if you want to," and he did. Seeing that we 
were spending he pushed his head down and with clinging lips and tongue, 
kissed and tickled my hot clitoris and Ralph's lunging shaft until, as it 
was withdrawn, the sperm still oozing from its gaping nozzle, he, unable to 
control himself, seized it in his mouth and sucked it. Fired by his 
emotions, he sprang to his feet, tore open his trousers and showed me a new 
morsel to be devoured by my hungry slit. 

Ralph stretched me on my back on the floor, naked from the waist, and my 
gray-haired but virile companion was in a moment a prisoner in my belly-a 
lively one, too-dancing like mad up and down, while I imprisoned his whole 
body with arms and legs until we both experienced the most delicious novelty 
of a first diddle between a congenial man and woman. 

When we resumed the role of respectable members of society there wasn't a 
drop of love juice in either of them. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

Reaching New York, we quickly settled down in the plain but cozy little flat 
that Ralph had, by writing, made ready for us. 

A month passed in all the quiet pleasures of the usual newly married couple. 

Then our first trouble came. We had spent all our money in fitting up our 
apartment and seeing the sights. John was too far away to help and we hated 
to borrow, and could only wait for Ralph's salary to come due. 

Our landlord was a man-a muscular little hunchback of forty-who lived in 
bachelor quarters in the first flat. 

He had been pleasant enough; but now, after calling two or three times for 
the money and receiving only excuses he began to grow angry and made us 
uncomfortable. 

One morning, after Ralph had gone, a note was stuck under the door. He wrote 
that if he did not receive the rent that day we would have to move. I threw 
myself on the bed and burst into tears. Our cozy nest torn to pieces 
perhaps. Something must be done. Arranging myself, I decided to brave the 
little malformed lion in his den, all by myself. 

Trembling, I knocked at his door. He called: "Come in." I found him writing 
at a table. 

Standing opposite, I made my plea and begged him to wait a little longer and 
not break up our new home. The man was silent, but his bright, piercing eyes 
seemed to burn as they wandered over my person, which a chemise and a thin 
wrapper draped, but did not hide, the contour of. 

He arose and, going to a window, gazed out with his back to me. Then he 
broke the silence. "Madame, I am a man of business; debts are debts and must 
be paid. But I am also, a plea-sure-seeker. If you are offended you can 
return to your room. Ever since you came into the house I have desired to 
possess you; watched you as you mounted the stairs, catching glimpses of 
your trim legs, and twice I have watched you and your husband, like youthful 
Venus and Mars, give your bodies up to each other's enjoyment, and causing 
my seed to be spilled on the ground. I am an ugly dwarf I know, more to be 
loathed than loved, but if you can forget your handsome lover and yield to 
my ardor, every outpouring will count to you a month's rent paid." 

"Never! I never sold myself, but-" and I hesitated and threw myself into a 
great sleepy hollow chair. He stood facing me. "But what?" 

"If you love a man for love's sake, yea, for lust's sake-" I did not finish, 
but, stretching out my legs as I reclined, I unbuttoned my wrapper and lay 
there, a tempting bit of fluff and fur from waist to heels. 

"You splendid creature!" he cried, and, throwing himself on his knees 
between my thighs, kissed belly, legs and mount, but only for a second; then 
he jumped to his feet, stripped open his breeches and showed me the first 
circumcised cock I had ever seen. The great head was more freely exposed 
than a Christian's; it was of a length and thickness that recalled the 
immense erections of those black lovers of mine in the South. 

"It's as big as you are!" I cried. Quickly aiming it at my excited target, 
he drove it in and, with athletic thrusts soon made me show, with wildly 
working belly, that I wasn't being fucked for cold cash, but was as eager as 
he was to exchange with him the white coinage of concupiscence. 

"You're a very priestess of enjoyment," he cried, and lifting me up in his 
strong arms he sat where I had been, and I lay straddled across him, his 
prick still in, his lips sucking my nipples. "Oh," I cried, "that was 
delicious." 

"What would your husband say if he saw us here?" 

"Do you think I would have let you, if he would object?" 

And I told him how we were devoid of prejudices and each gladly yielded the 
mate to the lascivious pleasing of others. 

"After my own heart! Why this clap-trap of fidelity, making necessity for 
brothels and adulteries leading oft to murder? Why shouldn't a man and woman 
who fancy each other shake cocks and cunts together as well as hands? But 
come, my Venus, let me see you in true Venus costume." And, devoured by his 
lustful gaze, I dropped the last veil and he likewise. 

But he had heavy shoulders, muscular arms and legs, great, bulging 
buttocks-and, oh!-that cock, which was already recovering. Pressing me down 
upon the bed, he fixed his head between my thighs and, with admiring words 
and enlivening touches, examined the sheath of his pleasures. "I, too, like 
to know about the tools I use," I said. He quickly knelt across my chest, 
and I fondled and caressed his enormous prick until he seized me and, with 
my weight resting on my bubby cushions, my bottom raised, he, standing 
behind me, grasped my hips in his hands and, gorged my slit with his giant 
erection. My body hanging there, as it were, on his firm pego, he swung me 
to and fro with ever increasing rapidity, my nipples titillated by friction 
against the bedclothes, until his balls, which knocked against my belly, 
gave up the fight and let loose their stores of satisfying sperm. 

When I was rested I wanted to go back to my room. "Not yet," he said. And, 
as he sat on the edge of the bed, he put his head down to my thing and 
commenced tickling it with his tongue. His extended abdomen was asking my 
caresses and, bending over, I paid his kisses back to his cock which 
responded quickly to circling lips and titillating tongue. 

"You naughty boy, you want me to eat it up." 

"Will you?" 

"I'll do anything you want, and enjoy it as much as you do." 

He rolled over on his back, holding his prick and said, "Come." 

"I'll come, and you will too." And, on my knees over his face, he seized my 
hips, raised his face to my quim, pressed the edges apart and darted his 
tongue within. 

Rounding up my back so my mouth would reach his prick, and squeezing his 
balls, I took the red mouthful and sucked-and sucked-we both sucked, until 
the succulent glands gave up their stores and our breathless bodies lay 
panting in satisfaction. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY 

When I returned to my room I threw myself on the bed and dropped asleep. 
Waking late in the afternoon I had barely time to dress and get supper ready 
for Ralph. As I hurried around I noticed some papers stuck under the door 
and, picking them up, I found receipts for three months' rent; one for each 
fuck. Oh, how happy I felt. The crisis had passed and I could lift the care 
that was worrying Ralph. 

It was Friday and I was determined to wait until Sunday before telling him. 
Worried, as he was, he did not touch me and I said to myself: "Well my fine 
fellow, that's right, take a rest; store up a good stock of love cream in 
your testicles. You will want to flood me with it when I relieve your mind 
with my receipts." 

Sunday morning we lay in bed-just awake-and I turned to him, kissed him and 
passed my hand along his thighs till I felt his cock stiffening in my grasp. 
"Come, Madge, I'm ashamed of myself for worrying so about this cursed rent. 
We'll forget it for today, at least, and have a good, old fashioned fuck." 
And, sitting up in bed he pulled off his night shirt and lying back, held up 
his stiffened staff ready to stick into me. 

"Wait a moment!" and jumping up I ran naked to the closet, got the receipts, 
handed them to him and stood by the bedside, radiant. "How did you get 
these?" he cried, and with a glib tongue I told him all. Then he seized me. 
"You wicked little harlot, you make your room rent by renting your cunt to 
your landlord, do you?" And, flinging me on the bed he mounted me and 
plunging his cock full tilt into my ring of love, diddled me until we both 
lay panting happily. 

I was describing my intrigue with the landlord when a knock interrupted me. 
Opening the door I found our landlord's card-and on the back written: "Will 
you both join me for dinner, at one o'clock?" 

"How nice," I cried. "You want to get that big prick of his in you again," 
said Ralph. "Of course I do," I answered, "and I bet you're dying to see 
that little dwarf put it in." 

"Right you are. But Madge, bathe this hard-on in cold water, I want to keep 
it for afternoon." 

I obeyed, and succeeded in wilting it without losing anything. Then, 
dressing to avoid temptation, we went and breakfasted at a restaurant, and, 
taking a brisk walk, returned to the house feeling fine and ready to dine 
and diddle. We met our landlord at the door. "I've told him all," I said, 
and my tall hubby grasped the hands of the sturdy little new lover. 

"Is the dinner to be a full dress affair?" I asked. They both laughed and 
Ralph answered: "Let's wear nothing except stockings and night shirts." And, 
going to our rooms we soon looked like two angels ready to ascend, and I 
guess Ralph was, from the way he stuck out in front. 

Slipping downstairs, when no one was around, we found our host ready. I must 
give him a name; let's call him "Noah"-and laughing at our funny costumes we 
sat down, eating, drinking, and telling erotic episodes in our lives until 
the board lost its charm and we were eager for bed. 

Raising his glass Noah said: "I drink to the sweetest little cunt I ever 
tasted. May it always have what it wants as handy as now." Laughing, I 
arose, slipping the disfiguring gown off my shoulders and standing there 
nude before them, one knee over the back of my chair-thus opening my slit 
wide-and, raising my glass: "I drink to man, to the manliest part of him; 
and then those two dear images of Priapus so near to me. May they ever be 
ready, with rigid staff and juicy sperm, to carry rapture to any woman's 
cunt that is as hot as mine is now!" And I drained my glass to the bottom. 

Both sprang to their feet, Noah on his chair, and dropping their shirts 
which hung a moment suspended on their pegos, they emptied their glasses and 
I was quickly in their arms. 

A lascivious group of three, groping and frigging each other, soon stood 
beside the bed. "After you," said Noah to Ralph. With my dear hubby resting 
his shoulders on the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground, I straddled 
over him and could thus rape him standing upright. 

"Let me put it in," cried Noah, and, pointing the dear yard straight up, I 
impaled myself on it and, grasping his buttocks in my hands: "I'll ravish 
you!" I cried, and commenced to pump up his spermatic treasures with a 
lubric working bum, while the lustful Noah handled our battling organs and 
spurred us on with excited speech until my contracting cunny and Noah's 
frigging fingers drew from Ralph a belly full of seed. He did not wait to 
have his pego wilt inside of me, but pulled it out still rosy, rampant, and 
juicy, and drawing himself up flat on the bed, made me take his darling 
spending cock in my mouth. While from behind me on the floor, the immense 
pego of the excited clip yard was thrust into my suspended belly. I made my 
still lustful slit so tight and hard and deep that, when his mighty cock 
began to throb and spend, I had to let off my own excited emissions and 
return drop for drop, his vivifying emissions while my lips continued 
eagerly giving pleasure to Ralph's rosy rooster. 

Lying throbbing on the bed they washed me off, gave me and themselves a 
reviving bumper of wine while Ralph, lighting a cigar, threw himself on a 
sofa and bade Noah do what he pleased with me. In two minutes his hands had 
groped and his lips had kissed every part of me and penetrated every cranny. 

"What a delicious morsel of flesh she is!" he cried. "What a delicious 
morsel of flesh this is!" I answered, caressing his stiffened shaft. "It 
looks ready to inundate my womb again." 

"It is!" he cried. And jumping up, my short but athletic lover seized me in 
his arms and standing bolt upright, putting his arms between my legs and 
grasping a cheek of my buttocks in each hand, he lifted me to a level with 
his face while I thrust my thighs around his neck, holding his head in my 
hands to steady myself. His nose just rubbing against my slit, his tongue 
penetrated it until I squirmed vigorously and he slid my body down along his 
chest till the stiff spear penetrated my gaping and excited slit. Calling to 
Ralph to whistle a jig, he danced briskly, while his swelling prick also 
danced lustfully to my insides and I kept time, with heaving belly and 
wriggling bottom until languor laid us on our backs on the bed. 

"Your belly's too full for this," said Ralph, kneeling over me and holding 
up his prick in my face. I quickly devoured the tidbit of raw flesh and 
washed the draughts of thick cream down with a plenteous flow of saliva. 
"Give me a taste," excitedly exclaimed Noah; and, as I let myself fall back 
on the pillow the lecherous man with eager lips seized the still foaming 
spigot and sucked with sodomistic eagerness the last sperm drops from 
Ralph's succulent prick. 

"Are you disgusted?" asked Noah, as he drank a glass of wine. "I haven't 
done such a thing in twenty years. Away back when I had the mining fever, we 
were snowed in one winter, six of us men, in one house way up in the 
mountains. We couldn't get out and time went slowly. One day, as we had just 
finished dining and each of us had three or four drinks of whiskey in us, we 
discovered written in soot over the fireplace: 'Boys, let's suck each 
other's cocks.' We all looked at each other-who wrote it? All looked 
innocent when the rough but jolly leader spoke up: 'Boys I didn't write it 
but, damn it, it's set me thinking. I bet there is not a mother's son of you 
here who don't jerk himself off on the sly." 

"Then opening his breeches he pulled out his stiff prick. 'I'll suck any of 
you who will suck this.' Our pretended virtue melted away, and the rest of 
us eagerly produced our peckers. In a minute we divided into three couples 
and each of our mouths were full of fine erections and we were swallowing 
sperm at one end and spitting it at the other." 

This story, though vile according to our education, excited me and I threw 
myself between Noah's thighs and kissed his prick. Quickly grasping my 
buttocks he pulled them up to his head and plunging his tongue into my slit 
we both started on a sucking race, while Ralph, seizing a limber cane, 
tingled our heaving backsides with a rapid flogging. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 

The next morning when I got out of bed, long after Ralph had left, I found 
three letters under the door. The first was from Noah and contained a 
hundred dollar bill. "Don't refuse this, dear girl, fifty thousand dollars 
wouldn't repay the pleasures I have tasted." 

The second was from my dear John and enclosed an introduction for Ralph to 
an old friend in New York. John wrote that his friend, Phillip Weston, was 
wealthy and might find Ralph more lucrative employment. Then he wrote 
tenderly and amorously about his thinking of me, and turning the page I 
read, "Yes, my dear girl, as I sit here the thought of you sends a vigorous 
thrill through my shaft. I hold it in my hand wishing it in yours, or your 
plump bubbles, eager mouth, tight cul or sweet and luscious cunt. I lay it 
against the paper and trace it thus (here an outline of his prick) and now I 
fold the paper around it and frig into it the sperm your image raises." All 
over the inside of the sheet were blotches of brown stuff that had been hot, 
rich cream, gushing from his dear pego. Opening my thighs I pressed the 
paper deep into my lustful crevice and, rubbing it and dreaming that his 
dear form was naked in my arms-I, too, wet the paper and laid it aside to 
dry and send back to him. 

The third letter was in a strange hand and, as I opened it, another hundred 
dollar bill dropped out. "A slight memento my dear girl, of a delightful day 
in a parlor car." No signature, but I knew that it was from that railroad 
director who let us into his private room and who I took into my private 
parts. 

"Two hundred dollars," I soliloquized, and, lifting up my thighs in the air 
I held them wide apart and gazed into the opening of my red crevice-"Two 
hundred dollars just because you were nice to two men. Ah, if you were paid 
at that rate every time you sucked the delightful overflow out of your 
frisky guests, your owner would be a millionaire by this time." 

A key turned in the lock and Ralph entered. He burst out laughing. "Don't 
stir, you're an awful smutty picture." 

"The picture is at your service," I answered, hugging my legs closely down 
to the sides of my body, my feet at the side of my head. "Keep that 
position," he cried, pulling my wide-stretched buttocks to the edge of the 
bed and, placing my shoulders high on the pillows, devoured the lustful 
attitude for a minute. "I'm going to suck you first, fuck you second, and 
then suck you again and, if you get out of that position before I get 
through, I won't diddle you for a week." 

"Hurry up then, I'm ready to spend now." And his tongue was thrust into my 
cunt, stretched wider than ever before and brought down my ready juices 
almost immediately. "Don't budge except to heave your ass," he cried and, 
into my still lustful slit he drove his excited penis, quickly sending the 
blissful balm to the inner parts to solace my lecherous agony, and, again on 
his knees, he kept his tongue working in my cunt and trust a finger in my 
cul until I could stand it no longer and cried out that he would kill me if 
he kept on. 

Then throwing himself on the bed, he made me fondle his prick and buttocks 
while he read the letters. Later, after a smoke with the landlord, he came 
up and said they were going to a theater and, as I said good-bye to them at 
the door, the air seemed so fresh and invigorating that, though it was dark, 
I determined to take a walk. 

Sauntering along looking into shop windows, I came into a side street which 
I afterwards found out was a cruising ground for women of pleasure. 
Presently a rough grasp on my shoulder startled me, and, looking up, I saw 
it was a big, burly policeman. 

"What are you cruising for, don't you get enough cocks staying in the house? 
Don't you know it's against the law?" I was too frightened to answer. "By 
Jove, you're a new girl in these sections," he continued, "and a damned nice 
looking one. Come into the alley and let me see if the rest of you is as 
nice as your face." And he dragged me along a dark narrow street. "Please 
let me go!" I cried. "You will either come with me or I will run you into 
the station," he said. And, pulling me along the deserted alley we came to 
where a solitary lamp threw a flood of light down on a wagon. The powerful 
rascal seized me and threw me on my back on the tail board of the cart, my 
legs hanging down. "Pull up your petticoats!" he ordered, "I've no time to 
waste. The sergeant will be around shortly and will give me hell if he 
catches me off my post. See-I've got a good stiff-on." And I saw his 
magnificent prick erect against his belly. It's the quickest way to get out 
of the scrape, I thought, and, pulling my clothes up to the pit of my 
stomach, I awaited his attack. "Jolly, you're a daisy," he said, passing his 
rough hand over thigh and belly and gave my brush a squeeze that made me 
wince. 

"In it goes," he cried. "How's that for a stretcher?" I tried to keep still, 
but his big prick and splendid stroking made me forget all but the pleasure 
of his thrusts and I had to work my bottom. "Oh, you like it, do you? You 
needn't deny it. I know when a girl shams and when she is tickled in the 
right spot." And working harder, I gave myself up to it and cried out: "It's 
lovely. Your splendid cock is making me spend." 

"So you shall, my dear," and his colossal prick, knocking at my womb, shot 
its flood of lust into my cunt, sweltering in its own overflow. 

"I've caught you, have I?" said a voice out of the shadow. "Fucking a whore 
in the public streets and off your post." And the speaker, another big 
policeman, stood looking down at our exposed lechery. 

"Ah, now, Sergeant, what's the harm of diddling a gal? It don't take long. 
And Sergeant, look at her. She's a new one. See what a fine pair of legs and 
how her belly heaves; and her slit's as hot as a slut's. She gives a stroke 
up for every one down. Try her, Sergeant." And, standing aside, he put his 
hands under my bottom and lifted me up to give his superior a better view of 
my venereal attractions. 

The sergeant stepped between my legs. "Well my dear, I don't want to be hard 
on your lover, so I'll be hard on you instead." And, in an instant his 
splendid cock was plunged into me and another splendid diddle made me 
squirm. "Meet us here again tomorrow night," said the Sergeant, "and don't 
come out of the alley till we are out of sight." 

When I did come out I was not long in getting home. I remember to this day 
the sensations of shame and fear I experienced that evening, but I also 
remember the uncontrollable pleasure those two police cocks, as big as their 
clubs, gave me on the wagon in the alley. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO 

It took me an hour to recover from the effects of the unexpected charge of 
the blue coated pair of lusty baton wielders. But I could not, despite the 
ignominy of having myself thus stormed and barebellied in the public street, 
be unconscious of the full fledged, firm fixed, fine fucking faculties of my 
last lovers. And my feverish, yes, ferocious fuck funnel forced me to feel 
the folly of feeling foolish over this fortuitous fornication, and set my 
brain to work to plan some new deviltry; with my cunt as the center of the 
celebration. 

"I have it. I'll disguise myself and solicit Ralph and Noah on their way 
home." 

Donning some old clothes which I never wore, I again sallied forth at about 
the time the theater was out and walked along the way I knew they would 
return. 

I hadn't gone a block when two young fellows came along. "Well sweetest," 
said one, "are you looking for a tenant who'll move in your empty room, stay 
a while, dance a jig, and then vacate? By Jove, Jack. She ain't bad. Damn 
the cost. Let's take her to Mother Jones' for a short razzle-dazzle." 

"Go away and leave me along!" I said. "Leave you alone and unprotected? Oh, 
no," said the youngster. "Come along," and each seized an arm. "Where are 
you taking me?" 

I cried. "To bed," said one, and around a corner we went and up to a door. 
"Here Mother, here's your dollar. Which room?" 

"Is it for one jerk, or for the night?" said the buxom landlady. "Oh, only a 
lightning thrust," one answered. "Then come into my room," she said, and 
into a room we went. "Pay her," said the Madam, and the youngsters handed me 
a bill which I put into my pocket, and, in a jiffy, I was on the bed with a 
nice, young cock working in me. Then, fire, bang, and another was 
promenading in my Rue-Rogue. "She'll do," cried one. "She's bully," said the 
other. "We'll make it longer next time." And they were gone. 

Fifteen minutes had hardly elapsed from start to finish. "Well, my dear," 
said the woman, "that's quick work. If all your lovers take so little of 
your time you'll get rich quick. Clean up and take another stroll and you 
may land some more fish. The theaters are just letting out and I bet you 
will be back with a new stiff in an hour." 

I didn't answer. The word "theater" brought me back to what I had started 
for. So I left hastily to look for Ralph and Noah. Several men accosted me 
but I said that I was engaged. 

Presently my old "long and short of it" hove in sight. "What a funny pair," 
I said, laughing at their faces. "You'll make fun of us, will you?" said 
Ralph, and he began groping me. "There's nothing like novelty," he 
continued, "and my pego was stiff as soon as she hove in sight. Let's take 
her to your room for a brace of jerks. The other one will be asleep." 

So done, and into Noah's room we went, and when the gas was turned on there 
was a tableau. I took off my bonnet and they recognized me. I burst with a 
hearty laugh. "I'll stop your laughing!" said Ralph, and, throwing me back 
on the sofa, he stuck his prick in my mouth for a stop cock, while my slit 
had another, of Noah's flesh. 

One evening Ralph came home: "Madge, I am going to leave for several days; 
not a word-I can't explain now. Noah will be your guardian meanwhile. Come 
help me pack." As I packed I watched him bathe, till finishing he turned and 
said: "Now for a farewell fuck." In an instant I was on the bed with his 
dear form, almost in tears, but teeming with voluptuous rapture. Finished, 
he dressed and took me to Noah, and explained: "Noah, you will play 
protector to her and see she doesn't want for anything. A field not ploughed 
and watered soon grows stale. Harrow her well; plow her frequently and 
irrigate her freely. I won't be jealous if you show her the lively sight of 
the city. Let her see and feel all she can, for it may be that my journey 
will result in our leaving New York and settling elsewhere." He clasped me 
in his arms and was gone. 

After I had sobbed for a time, I jumped on Noah's lap and felt something 
hard pressing my bottom. "Oh, you dear fellow, you want to commence being 
husband right off." 

"Not now. Go and get that letter on the desk." I got it and handed it to 
him. "Go sit on that chair for I can't stand the warmth of your body; and I 
want to keep fresh for tonight." 

"What's up tonight?" 

"Lots of things will be up," and opening the letter-"this is from a tenant 
of mine. She keeps a house of high-toned lechery. Runs the full gamut of 
lustful sights and sensations. And it is an invitation to be present at a 
soiree tonight. It's not an ordinary house of pleasure, but where experts 
jaded with the everyday experiences in sexual matters, have provided for 
them a select show of sometimes outrageous novelties. She is a woman of 
originality and one who goes to these carnal sprees must obey her and 
furnish their share of pleasure by giving themselves freely to anything her 
fancy dictates. Will you go?" 

"I have never been in such a crowd. My hot thoughts imagine such things, 
but-if you like I will go." 

"Good. Now go to your room and sleep until I call you." 

"What shall I wear?" 

"Your prettiest pair of stockings-and a waterproof coat to cover you till we 
get there. We will go in a carriage, and mind, no finger fumbling in the 
meantime." 

I did not awake until Noah knocked. Jumping up I put on a pair of black silk 
stockings, which Noah gartered halfway up my thighs. "Now slippers and coat; 
see, I am Adam in a hustler." So costumed we were rapidly driven away. 

It was a fine house. A darky in livery admitted us and directed us to our 
"undressing" rooms. In mine I found three pretty nudes arranging hair, 
stockings, etc. "Ah, here's number four. We are waiting for you, hurry up 
and get your working clothes like ours." As I stripped the three girls 
embraced me. "Well, I guess we're up to concert pitch," said one, as a 
large, fine looking woman entered with nothing on but a huge rubber dildo 
hanging from a chain around her neck. 

"I guess I know all of you," she said, "except this one," coming to me and 
grasping my hairy hole. "Kiss this emblem of Priapus, my dear?" As I took it 
in my mouth she squeezed the syringe and shot a white liquid into it. They 
all laughed and we followed the Madam into a bright, lighter room. 

Facing us were eight men in line, Noah on a stool. We lined facing them. 
"Show them your cunts." Leaning back we opened the lips of our ruby cock 
suckers to expose the ruby interiors. "Fuck each mouth with your tongue and 
frig their pricks!" I saw her tongue in the first fellow's mouth and his 
cock in her hand, and we all followed. Delicious! Think of having eight 
different pegos in your hand in two minutes. 

"All on your backs with legs wide apart!" Men opposite women, we gloated 
over each other's secret gifts. 

"I'll call you by number. Cock one and cunt four will hand frig!" One of the 
girls and one of the men ran to the couch and, head to foot, grasped prick 
and slit, and frigged. The girl squirmed and his sperm shot high in the air. 

"Cock two, rape cunt three!" The girl ran around the room, the stiff cocked 
man after her-with a sudden rush he seized her, flung her on the couch and 
ravished her. 

"Cock three in the backside of cunt two!" This was Noah. The pretty girl, 
with her bum high in the air, was plugged by his big prick, while with fine 
stroking he tickled her in front. 

"Cock four and cunt one!" This was me. "Put cunt on the edge!" and I lay, 
with legs wide apart on the edge of the couch. "First in mouth, then in 
bubbies, then in cunt, then suck each other!" In a second my fine stallion 
thrust his big prick between my lips and I grasped it with them a moment. 
Then he moved back and I held my breasts firmly around it while he worked. A 
moment later the excited pego was plunged to the hilt in my belly and gave 
me a dozen lovely jerks, but, feeling the end approaching he pulled it out 
and, as I rolled on my side, stuck his head between my thighs and his tongue 
into my slit while I eagerly took his firm prick in my mouth and sucked it 
dry. Spend? I should say I did, and I sucked so much sperm into my belly as 
to keep me from hunger for a day. 

I can't tell all. Each coupling was different. 

My second lover stood upright on the couch, I resting on my elbows, my body 
in the air, and plugged me from behind. 

After a volley or two from each, we rested, the men with their cigars and us 
with cigarettes. A pretty, naked, little boy and girl, just adolescent, 
served us with wine. The men played with the girl's slit and the women with 
the boy's pintle till he could stand it no longer. Cupid seized his Psyche 
and pulled her, playing prude, to the couch, where, flat on her back and he 
on her belly, we had the delight of watching these two working their fresh 
thighs in blissful ardor. Then Madam said: "It's time I take a turn. Sam!" 
and another black Sam, like mine, with a cock straight in the air, ran in, 
seized the buxom woman, tumbled her on the couch and poured in her a volley 
of thrusts that shook her fat body, then drew out his pego and they sucked 
each other dry. 

Seating herself, still wriggling, she said: "Now I have a novelty for you. 
Within five minutes you will see a woman's maidenhead taken before your 
eyes." Going out she returned, leading in one hand a girl of sixteen and 
with the other a young fellow of twenty, both naked and well shaped. 

"This couple wanted to marry, but couldn't afford to furnish rooms for 
themselves. I offered to do it if they would do their first belly-pumping 
for your delectation." And turning to the bridegroom, "Go and show the 
gentlemen your bride's a virgin!" And the fellow seized the girl and soon 
all those old rogues were groping her virgin slit. "Oh, oh, I can't stand 
it, I'm on fire!" and taking her in his arms her groom threw her on the edge 
of the couch and put his prick into her virgin cunt. "Oh, it hurts!" she 
cried-but he couldn't stop; he seized her bottom and drove into her. What a 
delightful sight. A virgin squirming and spitting on a hot poker! She 
writhed and wriggled, but the stiff standard still forced its way and, 
finally, driven in to the hilt, she shrieked aloud until the healing balm 
shot for the first time into her ruptured slit. 

As the knocked out hymen breaker withdrew, one of the men shouted to him, 
"I'll give you fifty dollars to let me fuck her-just as she lies." 

"Done!" answered the lover, and the newly opened cunt soon had his big prick 
stretching its narrow sides and the wriggling buttocks showed that she began 
to feel that there was some fun in the work-as well as hurt-for when he 
withdrew the girl rolled over on the couch squirming. 

"Fifty dollars to take this," cried another, jumping up cock in hand. 
"Done," again said the mercenary husband, and the new bidder rolled the 
panting girl on her back and flat on her belly gave her a vigorous diddle. 

As he arose-"That will do," said Madam. "You'll kill the girl," and, turning 
to the husband, "Keep those other men out of her by sticking your own prick 
in and carrying her out, spitted on it." And the fellow pierced her and ran 
out with her, working in her belly as he went. 

The scene had worked us all up. "Girls, stand up in the middle of the room!" 
and we grouped ourselves together. Suddenly all was darkness; we shrieked 
when Madam called out: "Go for them boys! Do anything you like in the dark!" 

What happened I can't describe but must leave to your imagination. Think of 
four naked girls and eight naked men, all wild with lust, rolling and 
writhing in a heap on the floor; one minute a man's hand was on my cunt; the 
next a plump bottom rubbed against my face; then a tongue was thrust into my 
slit and a cock was rubbing against the cheeks of my buttocks; again, a man 
fell flat, full length upon me and we rolled over and over together; another 
man tore me away and standing, pushed me down on his prick. "Suck it!" I 
grabbed his thighs in my arms and his cock in my mouth, when I felt my 
buttocks raised higher up and another stiff staff stuck into my cunt from 
behind and I hung, suspended thus, when the room was illuminated. 

"Hello! here's a new kink," and those who had finished their shot gathered 
around our group and watched me in the lustful agony of sucking sperm into 
me at both ends at once. 

We all arose, went into another room and plunged into a tank of heated water 
until, refreshed, we jumped out and rubbed each other down, paying special 
attention to the carnal parts whose lusts we were reviving. Then to the 
dining room where a luscious but light lunch and oceans of champagne mingled 
with smutty talk and touches, kindled our fires anew. 

"Let's have a song," said Madam, and she called upon one of the girls, who, 
rising and going through a smutty pantomime with fingers and slit, sang: 

Though I eat and drink and dress, I am frank and will confess I'm not 
satisfied with less than a good hot diddle, in my middle. 

Though I like a squeezing hand And a good hot hug can stand, I'd rather much 
to land with a good cock, that is red-on a bed. 

I'm not virtuous a bit, I live but for my slit, If you've a prick you think 
will fit Stick it in-to my quim. 

I've tried big ones and tried little, I've been frigged, fucked and diddled 
With your pego, always pickle, I'm a whore-to the core. 

It's not bad-is it? there, Gaping red in curly hair. 

Come, walk into my lair, With your prick-fuck me quick. 

You may grope me hard all over O'er breast and bum be rover, But you'll 
never be in clover Till your hunt ends-in my cunt. 

It is hot and it is juicy, So come and do your duty, Ah, your cock it is a 
beauty, Put it slam-in my clam. 

If you're feeble and played out, Or a lazy, flabby lout, I'll wobble it 
about Till it stands-if I can. 

But if you want a kiss, From your pego loving Miss To make you feel the 
bliss Of a stand-in my hand. 

I will tongue, taste and tickle, Nor even at sucking stickle, But, in my 
mouth will pickle Your staff-till you laugh. 

I've got a good hot mate, He can take me crooked, straight, And can even try 
his fate In my bum-till he come. 

Ah, I'm so fond of sperm, Spouting from a prick that's firm, Seeing only 
makes me squirm, Feeling makes me work-with a jerk. 

I can take-gents-all you've got, Whether one or a whole lot. 

I'm a hot, sperm guzzled sot. 

Come and rut-in my gut. 

Never yet have I had enough Of stiff prick and creamy stuff, And I won't 
give you a bluff But will spend-when you spend. 

Oh, how sweet it is to diddle With cock and balls to fiddle, Put the 
stiff-into your middle Deep stuck-then fuck. 

So, whenever you want fucking, Whipping, rubbing, frigging, sucking, 
Remember-at cock working I'm no slouch-on a couch. 

We all applauded the singer, and the lusty fellow at her side seized her leg 
and, straddling her over him, threw her flat on her back on the table. Then 
rising, he fucked her there, right before our eyes. She was no sooner seated 
in her chair than one of the fellows called for a fresh bottle of champagne 
and, seizing the lively girl, laid her on the table in front of him. Taking 
the bottle he uncorked it and plunged the fizzing neck into her slit, 
tipping it up until she overflowed with wine and, removing the bottle, he 
sucked it out of her. 

Then the fellow at my right sprang to his feet, his cock sticking out over 
the table. "Jerk it off," he cried, and I frigged it till the sperm flew 
high across the table and the girl opposite tried to take it in a goblet, 
mouth and slit; then he made me finish by taking it in my mouth. 

This kept up till we were half tipsy, and returning to the parlor, lay 
around in the wildest abandon waiting for anything that might happen. 

A middle aged man came in with a boy of eighteen, both dressed. "Ah, my boy, 
do you ever play with this?" And the older fellow began squeezing the boy's 
navel. "Ah, it's getting stiff. Don't you wish that I was a nice pretty girl 
and would lift up my clothes and let you play with my cunt, and then give 
this stiff little cock a fuck in it? Ah, my boy, we can have fun, too," (and 
unbuttoning the boy's trousers his erection was in his grasp). "Oh, how 
pretty it looks!" And kneeling before the object of his lust, the old lecher 
fondled his victim's cock and played with his balls until, with a cry of 
gloating lechery, he took the swollen penis in his mouth and sucked it-the 
boy calling out to him to suck harder and showing plainly how he enjoyed the 
spending. 

Wild with his sodomistic passion the sucker seized his prey, turned him on 
his belly and pulled his bottom. Then, flat on his back, he drew the boy's 
tight cul, while with his hand he frigged the boy's cock until he had sent 
his sperm into his bottom. Then, flat on his back, he drew the boy on top of 
him and with his lustful mouth sucked dry the fresh, young pintle. 

No sooner had they left the scene when two robust black men, weighing at 
least two hundred pounds apiece, came in. "Jolly Sambo, I just saw a sight 
that made my prick as stiff as a poker. I was passing Massa' bedroom and I 
heard Missus cry out: 'Oh go away, you ought to be ashamed. Wait till we get 
to bed.' 'Does that look as though I could wait?' And I looked over the door 
and saw Massa strip himself, then tear off pretty Missus' clothes and, 
throwing her on the bed, diddle her well. Come on, Sambo, let's strip and 
have a suck." 

Quickly the two big blacks were stark naked and in an instant, rolling on 
the couch, the two lustful mouths seized each other's immense pricks and we 
had the exciting sight of those two muscular giants sucking like mad at one 
another's spigots. When they broke away, Madame cried: "Ladies number one 
and four will go stiffen and fuck those black giants!" This was me, and 
number four was about my size, we evidently having been selected as a 
contrast to our negro lovers, being the smallest women in the room: 

"Come on," cried my excited companion, and in an instant we were in the arms 
of our African partners. Lord! how they mauled us-now a finger, now a tongue 
in my slit, now my black lover on top of me, then I on him, then, stooping 
us both over, they worked their cocks in unison between our buttocks. Then, 
lying us side by side on our backs, they stood between our legs and we saw 
their terrifying cocks as big as when they had first entered. "Oh!" I 
shrieked, "I can't stand it," and, seizing the immense erection, my slit was 
feasted with a royal prick giving it a royal fuck. 

"Change partners," and the black tackled me, put his tongue into me. I, mad 
with lust, seized the drooping but swollen monster, frigged it in my hands, 
rubbed it against my bubbies-"Kiss it, you whore." And I kissed and sucked 
till he seized me, threw himself on his back, pulled my slit to his face and 
fucked it with his tongue while I eagerly seized his throbbing cock in my 
mouth and tongue-tickled and sucked till the sperm strangled me. Then the 
lusty black, reversing his position, threw himself flat on my belly and 
thrust his volcanic cock deep into my cunt-working at me till I lay panting 
and exhausted and the two blacks, jumping to their feet, looked down 
gloatingly on us two willing victims of their lechery while the crowd 
clapped their hands and cried "Bravo!" 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE 

But I must not keep on-a woman's cunt is the true perpetual motion. At least 
mine has never stopped, and to tell you of all its quests, and guests, and 
how they made themselves at home in it, would take a book as big as the 
Bible. 

The next day, Noah said that a turkish bath would be the best thing to 
rejuvenate us and that he knew a quiet, small one where a man and a woman 
could take one together. 

As he paid the female keeper he was asked which rubber he wanted, and 
answered that he wanted the strongest. "He's black," said the keeper. "Oh, 
we don't mind that." 

Soon we were in a room as hot as my disposition, perspiring and naked, then 
sponged with cold water and plunged in a cool pool. I forgot all the 
processes which we went through alone. "Now for the rubbing," and entering 
the room, we found our black manipulator awaiting us, a naked giant with a 
girdle around his loins. We had sheets thrown around us and Noah, dropping 
his, threw himself flat on a leather cot and the Negro commenced working his 
muscles, limbering his joints and rubbing him all over with the palms of his 
hands. 

"Ah, Madge, that puts new life into me," said Noah, as I watched the 
process. "I should smile," said the smiling black; and he held up Noah's 
prick strutting perpendicularly. "It feels as if he wanted something sweeter 
Miss." Throwing aside my sheet I told the black to lift me up on top of 
Noah, and I was quickly taking the starch out of him. As I lay with his 
prick dissolved inside of me: "Do you want to pump sperm into her?" asked 
Noah of the black. "Let's see your cock," and the lustful black stripped off 
the girdle and Noah and I had the brown and red scepter in our grasp. 

"Run," said Noah, pushing me off the side opposite the black. I ran around 
the room, the black after me, until, rushing to Noah, he placed me on top of 
him; my belly over his face. As I took his prick in my mouth, the lustful 
black cock was guided by Noah into my slit and the God-like thrusts soon 
carried rapture through me and drowned my vitals in burning sperm while I 
gratified Noah with a hot mouthed sucking. 

Then we all took a plunge in the bath again and, coming out, "Put the girdle 
on," Noah said, "so as not to tempt this young filly again." 

"No, no, I must have one more taste of this delicious prick," and throwing 
myself on my knees before the colored giant, I caressed with hands, titties 
and mouth the already magnificent erection of his God-like cunt plow. 

"You'll promise to quit with one more fuck?" 

"I swear!" I cried. And, kneeling on the couch, Noah leaned my back against 
his breast, my bum on the edge of the bed. He bade the black lift me up by 
the legs and, grasping them, he pulled them on each side of my shoulders, 
leaving my slit a gaping furnace with the doors wide open. 

"What a fine view," cried the Negro, drop ping to his knees, and he not only 
viewed, but stuck his tongue into the stretched orifice. "Stop, you'll make 
me spend," I cried. "So I will, Miss," and, on his feet, he quickly drove 
his big prick to the hair in my cunt and fucked me until I squealed. 

Two days later I was alone when a lady called. She was about my size and 
age; except she was a blonde and I was a brunette. She handed me a card-Mrs. 
Philip Weston. "Oh, yes, John had sent Ralph an introduction to Philip 
Weston-but we learned that he was away from the city." 

"Yes, your Uncle John wrote about you, but we have not been here since we 
received the letter." She seated herself by my side. "We'll be friends, 
shan't we?" I kissed her and she went on: "Philip is away, but next week we 
sail south on our yacht. John, knowing that we're to be with him for a visit 
sent you this letter," handing it to me. 

"Dear Madge-It's no use. I can't live here without you and Ralph. I have 
written him to give up his position and for you and him to settle here with 
me, as the sole heirs of all I possess. You can come on with Mr. and Mrs. 
Weston." 

"Oh, how splendid," I cried, gladly. "And are you and John well acquainted?" 
I asked. "That's a pointed question," she laughed, "but I know all about 
your relations with John and he knows as much about me as Philip does. We're 
both lewd, lustful women, and I'm not ashamed of it! Are you?" 

"I live only for sexual enjoyment," I answered. 

"Let's strip and have our first embrace," she cried. And soon a naked blonde 
and brunette were admiring, caressing, praising the charms of each other 
and, quickly on the bed, sought, with experienced tongues to quench the 
lustful fires that for the moment no man's pego was there to put out. 

I told her of Noah-"How funny to have a dwarf for a lover." 

"You'll have one in a minute." I ran downstairs and, finding him, quickly 
told him, while I handled his prick: "Strip here, clothes will only be in 
the way," and in five minutes I introduced my lover to Mary. 

Putting her on my lap, "Come, Noah, and examine her," and my dear lover was 
on his knees, kissing and tickling her swelling belly and luscious cunt, 
which she jutted out for him. 

"Stop," she cried, "let me feel and kiss that big prick before you fuck me." 
Kneeling over her, she soon had a mouth full of stiff prick and a handful of 
red balls. 

"Quick, diddle me. I'm consumed with lechery," she said, throwing herself 
back with extended thighs, and as he stuck his flaming nozzle to her door I 
guided it in. 

How that woman loved it. How she heaved her belly, threw up her legs, 
pounded with her hands his bare bum, till on the verge of the precipice. 
"Now, shoot it into me, I'm coming." As I knelt beside the lustful warrior, 
the big prick swelled larger and larger. "Ouch! there it comes. It's 
shooting all through me! Oh, your lovely cock! Your delicious fucking! Give 
me every drop!" In a moment she lay heaving. 

My cunt hot? I should say it was. I was flat on my back, my fingers 
clutching it. "Stop! give her a taste of your tongue," and Noah was in a 
moment sucking my slit, while she stuck her tongue in my mouth till I 
overflowed. 

We did not separate till exhausted. Mary-arranged to have me join her and 
Philip a week later in Philadelphia. 

One evening Noah entertained three of his friends. 

After they got lively he came and told me his friends were in a mood to 
appreciate a female friend, which he told them he would furnish if they 
would appear as Adam. 

He led me naked into his room and introduced me to three fine, stalwart clip 
yards. And, within fifteen minutes I had been well fucked by four cocks, and 
lay panting with the sperm oozing out of my slit. 

Before Noah carried me to my room, twelve shots had been fired into my 
various holes. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR 

All my attention was devoted to Noah the last week, and, when I said 
good-bye to him he talked more like a father than a lover, and gave me a 
certificate of deposit for two thousand dollars. "Something for a rainy 
day," he said. 

Arriving at Philadelphia, I soon had Mary in my arms. "Come to my room. For 
one night one room will do for the three of us, won't it?" 

After a bath, she put her arms around me. "Now dear, I'll introduce you to 
my husband." Out from behind the window curtains stepped Philip Weston, 
stark naked, his rosy rooster ready to ravish me. Grabbing my arms she held 
them behind my back. "Come examine this new cock cooler." 

"Cock cooler! The mere sight of it burns me up." And, his hands and kisses 
covered me, then led me to the bed. His wife pointed his robust cock at my 
slit and, with a heave, he was in to the hilt. 

The first fuck is always nice, and we played with agile loins until drained 
of our bliss. Two more rounds, then, for the night he slept sandwiched 
between two warm specimens of woman flesh. 

The next afternoon we boarded the yacht and were off for our long sail. The 
crew consisted of three big Italians and a Chinese cook who kept to the 
galley unless called for. 

After land disappeared, Mary said: "Come Madge, let's get into our high-sea 
rig." 

We were stripped to our stockings and were just reaching for our sailor 
suits when a voice from the doorway said, "Missy, Captain Phil sent a bottle 
of wine." 

"Come in, Ah Wing," and the cook entered in a blue blouse reaching to his 
knees, and served the wine as we lay stretched naked on the divan. "Ah Wing, 
how's this for a pretty tickler?" as she raised one of my legs, showing my 
fucking facilities. 

"Ah Wing, show the lady what a Chinese cock looks like," and pulling his 
blouse over his head, stepped naked to the edge of the divan, and I had a 
Chinese prick in my hand for the first time. Long, and the end of it curved 
like a finger with the top joint bent, it was smaller around than a white 
man's, with a crisp little pair of balls, no bigger than a large dog's. 

"Let Chinee-man kiss cunny," and his tongue shot into my slit, when 
springing up: "Me allee ready fuckee," and I pointed his long, slim cock at 
my crevice and its curved end was soon tickling the instrument of joy. "Ah, 
I see why you like the heathen fucking! Don't tickle the itching; Ah Wing 
will make me say ah-ah-ah in a second," and he did. 

Our sea clothes: our red jackets exposed our breasts at every flop, and a 
pair of pants in two pieces, only connected by the waistband, leaving our 
mounts exposed when we opened our legs, and when we stooped our bare bottom 
was exposed fully. "Come on deck, I bet there is a quartet of stiff pricks 
ready to sing to us." 

All in line, with Phil in command, the four muscular men were stark naked, 
with stiff pricks, waiting for us. 

This is your initiation on board the San Sousiand, you must take the whole 
four of these shots into your pretty cunt," and they threw me on one of the 
cushioned seats and, opening my legs, my belly and slit lay open to their 
lust. 

I got soundly fucked by four pricks-one after the other, either of which 
would make a girl heave her belly, throw up her legs and spend! My cunt was 
as full as an ocean of water; I panted, writhed like a worm, and with glad 
ears drank in their words of appreciation as they shot into me their spermy 
fluid. 

I lay, with legs fallen apart, panting breasts, heaving belly, and gaping 
slit; Mary hugging, kissing and congratulating me, until she saw the 
Chinaman leering at us from the galley. Springing up she rolled on her back 
at my side, opened wide her thighs and, that long slim cane was soon 
scratching the red and itching interior of her crevice. 

A week of this; living around loose, and exchanging with each other every 
form of licentious lust-to describe it would be endless. I must turn to the 
last chapter, of our welcome at Beauvoir. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE 

We sailed up the Mississippi to as near Beauvoir as we could, and Mary, Phil 
and I rode to the hermitage of my desires. Peeping through the window, we 
beheld John and Ralph reading in the library. I undressed entirely, then ran 
into the house and stood, eagerly happy, before my darling lovers. 

Wild with delight and mad to enjoy me, I denied them until, as naked as 
myself, first Ralph, then John, with firm, fierce, frenzied pricks, fucked 
me frantically. 

I threw myself on their dear fallen spears and with lewd, loving lips and 
tongue, brought them to life again. Then Mary and Phil came bounding through 
the window, where they had watched the first shots fired, and faced us, 
naked. 

"Now I'll introduce you to my husband, as you did to yours," and guiding 
Ralph's prick into her, we watched these lusty lovers taste for the first 
time the sweets of cock and cunt. 

Then, John quickly sprang into her saddle and her husband into mine and our 
jockeys, riding gallantly, our bellies were soon inundated at the first 
finish of frenzied fucking. 

Glancing through the window I spied Sam. I darted out and threw myself in 
his arms. "Strip, quick, and carry me into the house on your prick." And, in 
a minute, his staff was deep in my belly and, running full tilt, he entered 
the house and fucked me before the whole company. I squirmed off my still 
stuck-up slit-sticker and, turning it to Mary's face: "Kiss it-suck it-make 
it firm again, so he can give your slit a creamy womb opener." 

With her labial touches, his prick with stiffened, swelling glands filled 
her mouth and, grabbing her, he threw her on her back and fucked her into a 
spasm of spending. 

In the doorway appeared my darling Meg, and I led her in, and tearing off 
her clothes, I turned to Phil: "Isn't she pretty? Brown Venus!" 

"Splendid!" and quickly his hands and lips fired her at every touch. "My 
slit's on fire-seething," she cried, and on the couch he gave her a fervent 
fuck. 

We supped naked, each of us drinking a full bottle of champagne. In a 
dancing, prancing, devil-may-care stage of intoxication, we seven naked, in 
a group of writhing bodies close together, staggered and reeled into the 
parlor. And all in a bunch, topsy-turvy, kneeling, lying down, cocks in 
cunts, in culs, in titties, mouths and hands, we went off together and were 
flooded, inside and out, with showers of sperm, faces and forms glistening 
with the shiny emissions and cocks, cunts and mouths covered with the 
exuberant overflow. 

I was too far gone to watch the others. I know that one of the fellows' 
whiskered mouths was kissing my bottom, thighs and belly and opening my 
slit. A languid tongue was licking the ruby interior while a fallen prick 
was six inches from my face. I took it in my mouth and rolled my tongue over 
it, pulling the hair with my teeth and, taking the crumpled skin in my mouth 
feasted upon the pearly drops that still oozed from it. John attempted to go 
out to make water, but Mary took his flabby prick in her mouth and, I could 
see by the motions of her throat she was swallowing his come. Strangling, 
she jumped up, shouting, "Oh, it makes me want to come, too." John putting 
his head in her slit cried, "Come, then!" 

Jumping to his feet he seized the shameless Mary, holding the big thighs 
wide open and, putting her cunt on Sam's big prick, wrapped her legs around 
his waist. Pushing his cock out for me to wet, he took it out of my mouth 
and pointed it at Mary's bum, entered it, and the delighted girl screamed 
with pleasure. Fucking briskly, each cock plunged in and out at the same 
time, then giving out screams of overwrought excitement, she received the 
streams from both cocks. And, as her stallions fell exhausted on the floor, 
she threw herself on top of them and seemed to be eating up their fallen 
pricks. 

The other two men rushed to me and, one in my cunt and one in my mouth, 
flooded me with sperm and rapture. 

Sam, stooping down, put his arms between our legs and, lifting us up, forked 
thus, and off with us to our room, where he bathed us, laid us in bed as 
each pressed a good-night kiss on his pego and he on our slits. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX 

But, dear Jack, I must stop somewhere, and it shall be with this chapter. 

The men arranged a fishing trip and we, poor girls, were left vacant. While 
lamenting our luck, I heard the gate open, and looking out saw the priest 
who had married us, coming up the walk. 

Laying Mary flat on her back on the sofa I opened the front of her dress to 
expose her bubbies and, raising one knee, pulled her skirts up so that, by 
stooping, he could get a full view of her coral cavity. Then I hid myself 
behind a curtain. 

When no one responded to his knock he walked to the piazza and finding the 
shutters were open he walked in. 

Mary's form caught his eye and in a minute he was kneeling at her side: 
"Holy Virgin, what a pretty prick pleaser," he muttered, but as he looked 
closer, "That isn't the girl I fucked on her wedding night: it might be the 
other fellow's wife." He gently lifted her skirts, and, as if moving in her 
sleep, she let her legs drop wide open and he had the whole kingdom of 
heaven exposed to him. Jumping up he took out his monster, then knelt 
between her legs, lifting them up, the true cross which women love to bear 
was quickly stored away in her innermost sanctuary. 

"Oh, I can't play asleep! It's too heavenly! Fuck harder if you'd save me 
from eternal regrets. Come, Madge, and see this royal priest's relic giving 
my cunt a sample of the church's creamy charity. As fast as you like, 
father, I'm ready." 

As I watched the charming cunt and colossal cock charging at each other with 
such rapidity, I grew dizzy and fell back on the floor. 

In a minute the priest's sperm-spouting prick was relieving me of my rich 
store of oily oblation as Mary knelt beside us and squeezed the balm out of 
his buttocks. 

He did not leave us till all our holes had hotly held his fresh and 
fecundatious prick. When he left, a pecker more pulseless, or testicles more 
wholly empty, could not be found in the buttock wagging world. 

Walking along the brook the next day, we heard, "Mine's bigger than yours-I 
bet I can shoot it further than you!" and we looked down on two little 
colored boys finishing their bath, and playing with their stiff little 
cocks. 

"They'll waste it if we don't hurry," said Mary. "You naughty boys, aren't 
you ashamed to play with those things! They don't belong to you at all, but 
are for the girls." And pulling me beside her, she dragged my skirts to my 
waist, and I did the same to her. We soon had their pretty little pricks 
plugging us, to the delight of the four. Then we let them examine us and 
they were soon again deep in our slits. 

When we continued our walk we came upon a black man slouching along. It was 
the buggerer. He stood still and I saw his lustful eyes on our trim figures, 
and I knew he was thinking how easy it would be to rape us both. 

I walked up to him. "Do you remember me?" He looked doubtful. "I've seen 
you, Miss, but ain't placed you." Then-"Hell," he cried. "This tells me," 
and he pulled out his monstrous cock. "I fucked you a year ago." And in two 
minutes I was fucked again. 

"Oh," cried Mary, "help," and she grasped her burning slit. But the black, 
grabbing one of us in each arm, carried us, running, to his hut and threw us 
on the same grassy mound my rump had pressed a year before. 

Another black, naked, appeared at the door. "Hurry, Bob, I've fucked one and 
the other wants it bad!" And, as the lust-burned girl opened her legs, the 
twin of the last erection was plunged, and lunged into a hole hot enough to 
turn an anchorite into a satyr. And, the dancing belly received a load that 
made her feel that heaven and earth were in conjunction on the fiery bed of 
hell. We stripped bare, and I threw the hot bellied girl again on her back 
and put her lover's prick into her slit. I then knelt with my gaping grotto 
over her face, and with her late gizzard tickler plunged into it, I felt her 
licking my well-filled cunt and my stallion's flying shaft, till as he was 
spending I jerked it out and stuck it in her face, watching her with one 
black giant in her cunt and a sperming spigot in her eager mouth. 

One of the blacks threw himself on the girl, pierced her with his rampant 
prick, then rolled over on the ground, finally stopped with Mary on top, 
till, with a lustful cry she sprang up and Squatted over his mouth, and 
seized his fallen monarch reeking with albumen in her mouth. 

The other darky picked me up and, belly to belly started running, forcing 
his prick in me as we went, and fucked me on the fly until we spent. Then he 
dropped me on my elbows, seized my legs and spiked as I was turned 
completely over and continued to fuck me till, exhausted, he fell beside me 
and licked my lust laden slit as I sucked his giant prick. 

Enough! Dear Captain Jack! If this works on you as it does on me, all the 
squaws on the plains will be giving birth to Little Jack Gardners, Jr. 

Still with the bunch; when your next furlough comes we will welcome you. 

I will not justify myself for writing frankly, for my voluptuous soul snaps 
its fingers in the face of respectability. 

I am made of flesh and blood, and all it can accomplish, on pleasure bent, I 
would experience. 

Pucker, poor prude! Pinch yourself in the dark, under the bed clothes, run 
away from a man in his shirt-sleeves-but for me-give him to me flesh to 
flesh, lips to lips, breast to breast, belly to belly, and his bold, 
blissful cock carrying rapture to my ever yearning cunt-I live for lust 
alone! 

-Gus Tolman 

 PART ONE 

Gus Tolman had a remarkably sympathetic touch, highly developed through 
becoming a pianist of acknowledged excellence where touch with him was his 
compelling force and accomplishment. It was often said that his touch could 
bring tears or laughter to an audience, especially could he arouse the 
erotic emotions in women when he played for impressionable types. His touch 
had that delicate, insinuating, velvety quality that when applied to any 
sensitive part of an impressionable woman's anatomy, she became intoxicated 
with his virility. Let us visualize the physical Tolman. 

He was of commanding physique, with a face not exactly handsome, but 
strikingly attractive due to his personality and virile magnetism. He held 
every woman spellbound. Added to these attributes, Gus had remarkably 
developed sexual equipment, over which he experienced and exercised an 
unusual control. He possessed from youth an unusual and very abnormal penis 
and a pair of testicles, which of course developed as he used them. When in 
a state of erection his penis was fully eight inches long and two inches 
thick and its appendages solid and lightly hung in a most attractively 
wrinkled skin; all being decorated with brown silky curls. As one woman born 
in this world of experience once said, she never had felt nor seen such a 
fascinating and virile sexual equipment so highly developed-that no normal 
woman who once saw it or felt its velvety flesh and abnormal power could 
resist it. 

To most women, one man's sexual affair was about the same as any other, but 
with this man it was entirely different. 

When in a state of placid rest his was just as attractive and fascinating as 
when erect and ready to perform its pleasurable function; being so because 
the head was always uncovered and plum-shaped and prettily mottled. It was, 
in a flaccid condition, about an inch thick and five or six inches long, 
hanging like a curved snout over his large wrinkled balls. It was never 
flabby like most men's, but firm and springy with life. The remarkable 
control which he had over his joy-giver was manifested in the way he could 
make the head, when excessively turgid and ferocious, shrink to a size where 
it could be inserted in the small and tight orifice of a woman without 
injury, then when completely sheathed, make it expand and harden till every 
crevice of the quivering slit was crammed full. 

Another remarkable faculty Gus had was to retain a rigid condition after 
discharging his delicious spend. This faculty made Gus a veritable paragon 
with women who were fortunate enough to experience its wonderful effect in 
his arms, in the long drawn-out feast of fleshy indulgence. With this method 
Gus could intoxicate his partner with transports of the wildest joy and 
supreme ecstasy. He has been referred to as a three-hour model of Priapic 
glory. 

He never believed in taking more pleasure in the form of ecstatic thrills 
than he gave, always mindful of the salacious and lustful side of a woman's 
nature, once she became a willing participant and allowed her sexual 
feelings a free hand. A man who can indulge a woman's secret sexual 
propensity and pent-up passion by prolonging the rapturous, ravishing feast 
is always looked upon as an Adonis of supreme delight, and this wonder man 
was as rare in the art of giving sexual pleasure in a full measure as it is 
rare to find a woman who does not enjoy it to the point of satiation. 

Every woman will take and revel in the bestial indulgence such as he could 
give her. So it is not to be wondered at if Gus accomplished such abnormal 
stunts as are told in this story of his life. 

The temptress who first turned Gus Tolman's head and caused lecherous 
thoughts to dominate him is pictured in this story. 

Plump, where attractive plumpness was intended to be, making tantalizing, 
inviting dimples form a kissable mouth with soft, sensuous, curving lips, 
with their expression constantly changing with every gleam of her passionate 
eyes; all maddening to any young youth who once realized the fleshy thoughts 
suggested in such a female. 

In an hour of reminiscing Gus related the following episode: 

* * * 

The type of woman who seemed most desirable to me for some time was richly 
developed and voluptuously formed; one with soft plump charms enhanced by 
bewitching dimples and alluring white flesh in which appeared cuddly 
valleys. Not the overripe, fleshy type, but one whose charms suggested 
voluptuous pleasures, the well-knit, gracefully proportioned, symmetrical 
figure with lusciously rounded parts pleasing not only to the carnal eye, 
but as well to the artist, who appreciated the physical, sensuous delights 
suggested in such a figure. My mind naturally pictured in addition to such a 
delectable creature, a healthy body with vigor and a full appreciation of 
sexual matters, having a vivid, passionate nature. Quite naturally a youth 
of my temperament met the most satisfying female, or, what seemed to me, the 
most satisfying woman. 

I met such a lady when at a boarding school at the age of seventeen and 
while there I learned a lot about sexual relations and pleasures derived 
there from through older schoolmates, who would relate, after returning from 
their city homes, their experience with girls. At such times we would gather 
in one of our rooms and during the vivid descriptions of female loveliness 
and lurid word pictures of the lustful scenes, invariably every boy would 
get an erection, so rampant that we would relieve one another with the hand 
or masturbate ourselves, getting lascivious excitement and pleasure in 
watching each other shoot his charge of youthful sap in hissing jets. One 
boy of nineteen, a handsome chap, inclined to be somewhat of a sissy, 
admired my sexual organ and displayed a desire to handle it and caress me. 
On one occasion, during a recital of one of those evenings of lewd 
pleasures, he persuaded me to sleep with him. I didn't suspect or know why 
until we were stripped for bed, and he, Harry by name, related his 
experience with married women and girls, who preferred a skillful tongue to 
a man's penis. We got so horny and rampant that he took my turgid prick in 
his mouth and by skillful tonguing, brought on an orgasm and sucked out the 
last drops of a hot scorching spend. Such indulgences of youthful passion 
might have fixed in me a taste and habit for such unnatural gratification, 
had it not been for the intervention of the attractive, seductive, buxom 
female already mentioned. She was thirty-six and lived in the village where 
the boarding school was located. This rural beauty was a fair specimen of 
the type that dominated me pretty much throughout my life. To me she became 
a standard of female loveliness by which I judged all others, with 
variations on the one attractive feature, namely, sensuous flesh and softly 
rounded charms that always seduce men. I used to spend evenings at her home, 
an old-fashioned house with a big veranda on which hung a hammock couch. 

One warm evening in April I was sitting on the edge of the veranda, very 
near this couch in which Carrie Sexton was sitting, lazily and seductively 
swinging her feet. It was on this particular occasion that she created in me 
a fixed appetite for natural gratification of the lustful desires and 
answered "the call of the flesh." She implanted in my impressionable nature 
a keen appreciation of the robust, voluptuous type of female, always neatly 
and attractively attired and scrupulously clean and appetizing, which was 
always to me one of the most essential qualities to make a girl or woman 
desirable and thoroughly enjoyable. 

That particular evening Carrie wore a dark dress of clinging material which 
set off her figure alluringly. The waist was cut low in the back and front, 
with short, loose sleeves which left her plump white arms bare almost to the 
shoulders, revealing pretty, dimpled elbows. She wore low patent leather 
slippers and white stockings of silk with openwork at the ankles and feet. I 
shall never forget her handsomely shaped legs, so prettily rounded in those 
gauzy diaphanous silk stockings, through which the ravishing pink-white of 
her lovely skin sifted so alluringly. I thought Carrie was the most 
ravishing vision of female loveliness I would ever meet. From where I sat, I 
commanded a most inflaming view of those beautiful, shapely legs. 

Right here let me dwell on the subject of legs. To me, at most times, a 
girl's or woman's legs, if she attracted me at all, played a prominent part 
in the quest of the illusive charm nestled between them. Slender legs seldom 
attracted me unless they were seductively pretty with trim, graceful ankles 
and swelling calves. To me a lean, skinny figure was always like a chicken 
bone with no meat on it; a disappointment to a man whose appetite for 
sensuous, plump charms demanded a gratifying repast. There is always a scant 
satisfaction between slender, shapely legs, unless the owner of them has 
abnormal skill in the sexual act. Ah! give me the sumptuously formed female 
with strong, shapely legs who knows how to cuddle and produce those 
voluptuous thrills with well defined appreciation of her sensuous charms in 
which I can wallow with ravishing delight. Then, too, how enticing are the 
dimples in fat knees. One rarely sees dimples in skinny knees. Then too, the 
way in which a girl or woman uses her legs is an added attraction. The 
demure damsel rarely thinks of her legs. They rarely have little to say 
beyond what they recall as flesh and bone; but a young woman who is 
conscious of having attractive legs will always use them to the best 
advantage by displaying their good qualities. She knows how to flirt with 
her legs, once she observes that a man is looking at them. Many a conquest 
has been made by pretty young women by seducing a man with their sensitively 
enticing legs. 

The question is often heard, "Why is a man always eager to look at a woman's 
legs?" I have often, myself, wondered. Here is my answer. Legs have a 
language. They speak volumes. They are the speaking charms that are 
soingratiating in the supreme enjoyment of the sexual act. If pretty, they 
usually suggest a sensuous wealth of charms above the knee and entice a man 
to conjure in his mind the delights of feeling and caressing the charms of 
the sensuously plump, shapely leg. The thought of fondling or gazing on a 
well formed leg causes an irresistible desire to possess it. And after all, 
a sexual, lustful sensation is what every man loves and craves. One hates to 
imagine and cannot conjure up any great enthusiasm over slim, unshapely 
legs. There is no warmth or sympathy suggested. 

It was that wonderful thrill I experienced when I first became intimately 
aware of the language of the legs that made me ever on the alert to see a 
pretty leg. Carrie Sexton's legs engaged my carnal thoughts that were 
rapidly developing. They infatuated me, enthralled me that evening on the 
veranda. Those fascinating legs drew me like a magnet. I immediately longed 
to feel them. They were within reach. I felt my eyes smart with increasing 
emotion as I gloated. My hands fairly tingled with desire to mold the 
perfectly rounded, plump calf and enjoy the feeling of the voluptuously 
filled hosiery. 

It was all so new to me, I was bashful, but in a moment of boldness I 
reached over and clasped Carrie's trim ankle in my hand. I got bolder and 
slipped my hand up and around the plump soft calf. I felt a thrill go 
straight through me to my impressionable young penis. 

The buxom woman never stirred. Carrie was an abnormally amorous girl. She 
evidently enjoyed my boyish desires and the impetuous liberties I took. She 
was obviously aware that her legs were exercising an influence over me, and 
in fact, those wonderfully handsome legs were actually crying out to be 
fondled. They seemed to say, "feel me, feel me all the way up." 

I perceived a shudder run down the leg I was squeezing. She gasped. I heard 
the soft words, "Oh, Gus." I imagined that she objected. I was at once 
afraid that she would repulse me and I withdrew my hand. She stealthily drew 
her dress up till I saw her knees and a glimpse of the white flesh bare 
above her stockings. It acted like a subtle picture of my willpower and 
overcame my bashfulness and fear. Carrie saw the effect on me in my leering 
eyes. She spoke in a trembling and subdued voice. Her eyes were filled with 
a lurid light. I know now that it was "the call of the flesh" shining from 
eyes aglow with lustful emotions. 

"Tell me, Gussie, do you like to look at my legs? Do you like them?" 

"Oh, Miss Carrie," I replied, "I think that they are lovely, and they are so 
delicious to feel." 

"Then Gussie, you may fondle them again, I like to feel your hand. Do it 
again." My fears passed, and I got bolder and moved closer to give me 
greater ease and freer use of my hands. Carrie, observing my object in 
drawing closer, spoke up boldly, moving closer to the end of the couch to 
make room for me, and said: 

"Come Gussie, sit beside me here, then you can enjoy me more comfortably." I 
responded with boyish delight. Instead of sitting up, the amorous Carrie 
stretched out in a recumbent position and suggested that I lie beside her, 
which I did. One of her lovely, plump bare arms was about my neck. Oh, how I 
trembled with a strange emotion as I felt the cool soft flesh of that soft 
arm and the curving contours of her twisting sensuous body as it settled 
against me. 

"Now Gussie," she began, "you can fondle me and love me as much as you 
like." Of course I wanted to reach her legs. She was quick to read my 
thoughts. Pulling her dress clear up, she threw one leg over me. My hand 
touched the full rounded calf. Emboldened, I slipped my hand up over the fat 
knee. My fingers touched the soft velvety skin above. Then I squeezed the 
plump firm flesh. I felt a wave of tremulous excitement go through me and 
center in every fiber of my turgid penis. I trembled with uncontrollable 
emotion. Carrie knowingly sensed my condition and she too trembled as she 
seductively spoke, "Oh Gussie, your hand makes me feel lovely. How nice that 
feels. Oh, don't be bashful Gus, put your hand farther up." Her ardent 
reassurance made me forget everything. I slipped my hand farther up along 
Carrie's smooth robust thighs. It encountered no barriers until it reached 
the swelling cheek of a fat round buttock. Here, the tight edge of her 
drawers prevented further progress. Carrie raised her leg and wriggled onto 
her back saying, "There Gus, fondle my cunnie." It was the first time that I 
had heard that name given to a girl's sexual organ. My hand trembled as I 
gingerly sought the unfamiliar and to me, unknown spot in which centered a 
woman's most impressionable nature. 

I felt for the first time in my career, that charm of all charms and magnet 
which draws all men to its delectable delights, a woman's silky-haired and 
thickly tufted pussy. Its protruding mound was hard, but just below, my 
fingers encountered exquisitely soft and pulpy lips into which my fingers 
instinctively sank. It was most enticing to me. Curious as I always was, I 
explored. My middle finger easily slipped into a tight and puckering 
orifice. 

It was hot and juicy. I impulsively pressed my turgid aching penis against 
Carrie's thighs. She felt it and writhed, and in a soft tender voice said: 
"Oh, Gussie, how lovely your finger feels." Reaching down she placed her 
hand on the swelling in my trousers. "Oh, Gus," she said with feeling, "what 
a big hard thing you have. Wouldn't you like to put it where your finger 
is?" 

I answered in a fluttering voice, "Oh, Miss Carrie, I-I'm afraid, I-I never 
thought of such a thing before." 

"Why, Gussie," she asked, "how do you boys take the stiffness out of your 
things when they get hard?" 

I boldly replied, "We jerk off." 

"Oh, Gussie, that is all wrong," she gasped, "and naughty and unnecessary 
when you can get a nice girl to do it with her thing." 

"How?" I asked. 

"Come over on top of me and I'll show you," she answered. It was too dark to 
see her face plainly, but I could still see those big blue eyes and ruddy 
lips of Carrie's as she proceeded to unfasten my pants and take out my 
highly inflamed penis. For my age I had a large one, and knew by actual 
measurement it was nearly five inches long when stiff and about an inch 
thick. I was known in school as "heavy hung Gus." Carrie gave a smothered 
scream and exclaimed, "Heavens, Gus, it's beautiful, it's so big. Come on 
and get on top and put it into me." Carrie was strong and lusty. She almost 
lifted me up, and opening her lovely thighs I fell between them. She hugged 
me and drew my face to hers. "Kiss me, Gussie," she whispered. It was my 
first kiss of passion. Her lips parted slightly. Oh, God! I shall never 
forget that kiss. With moist and mellow lips she almost sucked my breath 
away. Her velvet tongue darted in and out. I never knew how it happened, but 
instinctively my painfully stiff penis glided into the juicy lips of 
Carrie's hungry pussy. It is impossible to describe the sensations that 
swept over me. I thought I wanted to pee. I got frightened and breathlessly 
murmured, "Oh-Oh, Miss Carrie, I'm going to pee. Let me out." She replied by 
holding me tighter with her sturdy legs. "It ain't pee, Gussie, it's your 
sweet lovely juice," she whispered as she worked her pussy up and down. 
"Move it in and out, dear, it's lovely-Oh-Oh-do it fast." 

Her big bosoms heaved; she panted and kissed and moaned as I instinctively 
proceeded to perform the sexual act. My tool glided in and out most 
lusciously until I was bewildered with ecstatic thrills. I remember how well 
Carrie was affected-how she panted and tightened her robust legs and arms 
about me. I felt her hot breath on my face-her soft lips quivered and her 
tongue filled my mouth and, right before I experienced my first natural 
orgasm, Carrie, overwhelmed with the delights of frictional activity, gave 
little soft screams and a long sigh as she died away in a blissful spend. 
Although young and inexperienced, I was impressed, especially when her 
convulsed pussy shut tight on my penis and I couldn't move. Oh, how queer I 
felt. In a minute or two Carrie seemed to recover and softly spoke, "Gus, 
that was lovely. Do it again, you haven't come yet. Oh, do it fast." Her 
tight hole relaxed, and I moved my bottom up and down. I thrust with rapid 
strokes. I could feel my hair curl and my scalp wrinkle. My toes worked. I 
clutched her in my arms. I moaned and gasped, for that wonderful first spend 
in a woman was at hand. I couldn't see. All was dark. Then every part of me 
seemed to explode and a rush of sap seemed to rush from my brain centers and 
heart and burst in my painful balls. 

Oh, God! How entrancing it was as the hot juice gushed through and out of my 
bursting penis. I couldn't speak. I heard Carrie squeal, as her pussy opened 
and closed in spasms. Her womb was pressed to the point of my penis. She 
gasped and shuddered. "Oh-oo-oo! Oh, God!-how-lovely-I-I-come-oo-Oh!" 

All was still. I lay on the panting voluptuous form of Carrie in a swoon. 
Those little nips and twitches of her limbs and pinching hole made me see 
stars and dizzy as they sucked the remaining drops of my first natural 
spend. After I recovered I concluded that there was no gratification of 
passion like the one secured between a woman's legs. 

From then on I became a slave to the female sex, and a wild devotee of the 
charms of legs and the fluffy little plaything between them. Carrie and I 
spent many a happy and fruitful afternoon on strolls in the woods on a 
mountain, back of the village. 

She kept my lustful desire at fever heat by showing her beautiful legs and 
displaying the sensuous curves of her buxom form on every slight pretext. 
She was one of the most amorous and salacious women I ever knew. Gee! How 
she did love a stiff penis. I shall never forget how she created in me an 
appreciation of the charm of a woman's breasts and what they afforded me in 
the pursuit of lustful pleasures. For a long time, however, the female bust 
did not attract me for my mind was always centered on legs. In lascivious 
dreams I always saw legs, but later on, a buxom pair of bubbies were added 
to my fanciful dreams. Carrie never went with me to the woods that she 
didn't seduce me into gratifying her passions and mine. There was always a 
piquant flavor to a diddle on the grass. On one occasion when I was 
exploring the charms of Carrie's handsome legs during one of our strolls in 
the woods, I expressed a wish to see her naked. Of course it was too risky 
to attempt such a thing when she might be observed by others, but Carrie's 
amorous and lewd mind was inflamed and she quickly replied: 

"Well, Gussie, you are getting to be a man and ought to see a girl's form. 
How'd you like to see my breasts and fondle them?" 

"Oh," I gasped, "does a man like a woman's breasts?" 

"I'll show you, Gus, then you'll know," she replied. 

We soon came to a cave where we could indulge in wanton and lustful 
pleasures in safety. Carrie sat on a boulder and quite innocently removed 
her waist, then her corset and lastly her chemise. I shall never forget the 
alabaster flesh and delicate blue veins of her beautifully rounded shoulders 
and arms. My eyes were fastened with wonder and lascivious amazement on the 
snowy bosoms of that voluptuous young wanton. I gloated. The bright red 
buttons, her nipples, looked like strawberries. They fascinated me. The 
moment I touched the plump, firm, round forms and those stiff nipples 
between my fingers as I molded the alabaster velvety globes, I felt a thrill 
clear to my toes and my impressionable prick stiffened and got as hard as 
iron. 

My youthful desires were inflamed to a high pitch as I got bolder and 
fondled Carrie's barren charms. 

"Oh, Gussie," she exclaimed. "You make my pussy itch." Catching sight of the 
swelling in my pants, she blushed and pantingly exclaimed: "Gus, your pretty 
prick is so lovely and big, put it between my bubbies." She unbuttoned my 
pants forthwith, and with trembling fingers she drew it out and kissed it. I 
stood in front of her straddling her thighs. I placed my turgid tool between 
her milky bubbies, and Carrie, with a lewd leer, pressed the pulpy globes 
around it. As I gloated on the lustful picture, Carrie tickled my tight hard 
balls. She evidently wanted to make me spend between her big bubbies. I 
wanted to, but a natural aversion to spilling my sap all over her neck and 
bosom made me hold back. It was then that I found that I could restrain the 
impulse to spend and prolong the sensations of erotic pleasure, wishing to 
have the ecstatic thrills of a complete orgasm in the proper place. The 
longer I held back the more passionate Carrie became. "Oh, Gus," she cried 
out, "get on top of me and do it." She laid down on a thick bed of leaves, 
pulled her skirts above her waist and spread her lovely thighs apart. 

I then saw for the first time the marvelous enticing spot that a man risks 
all to possess. Carrie was naked to the waist. My lusty prick was throbbing 
and swollen to the bursting point. "Come, Gussie," she said, and I fell on 
her and buried my burning tool to the hilt. With one hand on a lovely soft 
bubbie and my mouth glued to hers, I fucked like a mad bull. Ye Gods, how 
she heaved and groaned. I was like a ferocious animal. 

The seclusion of the place allowed wild and lustful expressions. Carrie 
screamed and bit my face and neck in her frenzy. She spent twice, long 
before I was ready to let it come, and when I did I was blind and drunk with 
lewd delight. My God, how I did go off and shoot the rich sperm into her 
belly. I came to after a delicious die-away, in which I enjoyed most 
sensuously her bared charms and clinging legs. When I got up I was so faint 
I almost tottered. Carrie wiped my tool and dried her curly juice-covered 
slit with her handkerchief. That feast of flesh in the cave will linger 
forever in my memory. 

One evening while sitting on Carrie's veranda and feasting my eyes on her 
pretty ankles and artfully exposed calf, as well as the sensuous curves and 
contours of her form, a young and very pretty girl passed. I was attracted 
by her legs. They were large and exquisitely shaped and perfectly molded in 
blue silk hosiery. Being quite young, her dress was short, exposing a pair 
of nice fat knees. The swing and twitch of her skirt revealed momentarily 
glimpses of the bare white skin of her upper thighs. I noticed that the girl 
had large, plump bubbies and she wore very short sleeves showing her pretty 
plump arms. Carrie saw me gloating. "Say, Gussie," she laughingly said, 
"that's little Grace Merrill. Hasn't she got nice legs?" 

"Dandy," I said, "I'd like to feel them and squeeze those nice breasts of 
hers." 

"Alright, Gus. I'll call her over." Grace came and sat in a rocking chair 
near me. She was some relation of Carrie's who apparently knew that Grace 
was not averse to amorous dalliance with boys. 

"Say, Grace," Carrie said, "Gus thinks that you have very pretty legs and 
titties. He wants to feel of them." 

Grace blushed and kicked her pretty legs in the air in a coquettish manner. 
Sitting where I did, I saw clear up under her clothes and the white plump 
flesh of her delicious thighs. It made me wild. My prick was getting stiff 
and hard as a bar of iron, and it showed provokingly. 

I got bold and put my hand on her shapely calf and slid it up and down. 

"Oh, Gus," she giggled, "you tickle me." Up went my hand to the bare flesh. 
It was like a baby's. I pinched and Grace squirmed. 

"Oh, Aunt Carrie," exclaimed the unsophisticated girl, "he's making me feel 
funny." 

"Yes, Grace, and look at the front of his pants. You are making his thing 
get big and stiff." Now, all country girls are pretty well acquainted with 
sexual matters through contact with nature, which is never concealed on the 
farms, and though Grace knew what a boy's thing was for and she knew also 
what her little thing was for, so when her eyes rested on the bulging place 
between my legs, her eyes got big. She gazed long at it and then said: 

"Oh, Aunt Carrie, he's got an awful big one; how I'd like to see it." 

"Come up here, Gussie," said Carrie, "and sit in the hammock and let Grace 
see your lovely peg." You can bet I was not bashful, but quickly complied, 
and Grace's eyes were riveted in amazement on my tool, which was far larger 
than she had ever seen or dreamed of amongst the boys in the village. 

"Oh-Oh," she exclaimed, giggling, "it's awful. Can I feel of it?" 

"Of course," said I, "but you must let me feel yours, too." 

Grace was standing by my side. I passed my hand under her petticoat and 
slipped it up and down her soft smooth thighs to her plump little bottom. It 
was covered with her drawers and I knew that I couldn't reach it or what I 
was after. Grace laughed and whispered, "Unbutton my drawers, Gussie, then 
you can feel my thing." 

As I did so, Grace clasped her chubby fingers around my penis and gasped and 
trembled. Gosh, how delicious her hand felt to my hot and turgid penis. The 
first touch and squeeze almost made me go off, but my mind was centered on 
getting at the girlish slit between those fascinating legs. 

She was handling and testing the stiffness of my prick when my searching 
fingers crept between the soft cheeks of her bottom and found the girl's 
young slit. It was fat and had hard, thick lips like rubber, but there was 
no long hair on it, just a little soft down. Oh, my, what a cute and 
seductive little cunnie she had. I got a finger in between the elastic lips 
and found a tiny hole. Grace trembled, and writhed and giggled. "Oh, Aunt 
Carrie, he's doing it with his finger." 

I was working my finger in and out. Carrie spoke: "That's right. Let him do 
it and it will make you feel good. If you want to see Gussie's sap come, 
just move your hand up and down his thing and jerk him off." Ye Gods, that 
charming girl masturbated me like a expert. I felt ashamed to let a girl see 
me spend, but my lustful appetite got the better of me and I just let Grace 
amuse herself. Carrie was unfastening Grace's waist to release her firm 
young bubbies that were standing out like rocks. When I saw them pop out my 
first impulse was to feel and bite the snowy red-tipped globes, which I did 
and I got one stiff little nipple in my mouth. Grace was minutely examining 
my prick and balls which she rolled about in her fingers, till I was frantic 
for that friction which brings on the delightful thrill of a spend. In my 
impetuous lust I cried out: "Jerk me off, Grace, don't make me wait. Jerk it 
and see the juice come." That was what we boys always called the semen. 

Grace was restless, her big blue eyes and cherry lips began to get a dreamy 
trembling expression for my middle finger was being thrust in and out of her 
tight little cunnie. She held my prick stiff and tight in her hand and began 
to jerk. As her feelings became more and more intense her hand moved up and 
down more rapidly. It was a tense and lurid moment. I felt her fat bottom 
pinch and quiver. Her legs shook. She laughed and gasped and cried out: "Oh, 
Gus-sie-Aunt-Car-rie-I-I-I'm-I-I." Just then the climax came to my highly 
inflamed emotions. I groaned, my balls smarted, then a rush of semen came 
and squirted in pearly hissing jets. Grace almost swooned when she saw it, 
and I felt a warm, soft gush of her girlish juice wet my finger. Carrie 
caught her as she was about to fall in a faint. I didn't linger there, but 
hastened back to my room and to bed to dream of legs, bubbies and young 
girls' quivering cunnies. 

The next time I saw Carrie, she said that Grace was terribly in love with me 
and wanted to have some more pleasure. I remembered asking Carrie if Grace 
would let me do it to her, to which she replied: 

"Of course she will, but you must be careful, she is only fifteen and she 
may be a virgin." My next thought was to induce Grace to go with me to that 
cave on the mountain. I had no difficulty, but she seemed so in love and 
amorous that she agreed to any plan to be alone with me. I arranged to have 
her meet me on the edge of the woods on a Saturday afternoon when all the 
boys would be sure to be in the village and no one would, by any chance, be 
in that cave. When I met Grace she looked lovely. She wore a Tam o' Shanter 
hat, a tight fitting sweater-jacket, a short flannel dress, and her plump 
shapely legs were in tempting red silk stockings. 

Imagine a pretty young girl so attired, with a pair of strong hard bubbies 
standing out round and stiff under her jacket and a pair of stunningly 
pretty legs. And the same girl, panting and quivering with jubilant, hot 
youth, crying out for the gratification of its "call of the flesh," and 
being answered by an impressionable young man of nineteen tingling with 
animal passion. You can imagine how I felt, knowing this amorous love-sick 
maiden desired me. 

When we came to the cave we rushed into each other's arms. Her soft sensuous 
young body was molded to me as our lips met in a long hot kiss. 

"Oh, Gussie," she gurgled, trembling all over. "Will you love me always?" 

"Yes, Grace," I replied, "forever, and be your sweetheart. Will you do 
everything?" 

"Oh, yes-yes, Gus!" she fluttered, "everything. I love you so I'll do 
everything you wish." 

In my eagerness I ruthlessly tore off her jacket. Ye Gods, there was nothing 
under it. Her lovely body was bare to the waist. I almost devoured her 
luscious bubbies and velvety shoulders with kisses. I fondled those peachy 
charms and spreading the jacket on the thick piles of leaves where I had 
enjoyed Carrie, I begged Grace to lay down. As she did so I pushed her 
clothes up, unbuttoned her drawers and removed them. I shall never forget 
the delicious prick-teasing picture spread out under my eyes, burning with 
youthful lust. No doubt came to me of the right to take what was offered. I 
didn't know what being a virgin meant. The seductive banquet of girlish 
charms offered in that moment and in that position maddened me. I gloated, 
fascinated with the lovely whiteness and plumpness of those bare thighs and 
especially did I gaze with lustful emotion on the girl's sexual charm. How 
seductive it was and how cute the deep slit cut in the plump flesh looked 
surrounded by a slight thin growth of down. That maddening slit in the pulpy 
lips extending below hid itself between the fat cheeks of the girl's plump 
little bottom. Something filled me with a passionate desire to kiss the 
dimpled white round belly and cute deep slit. I fell on my knees, and 
fondled her legs and belly. "Ah, Grace, it's so pretty, I want to kiss it." 

"Oh, Gussie," she spoke softly, "kiss it if you wish, I love you so." It was 
a wonderful introduction to my growing appreciation and lust for flesh. I 
passionately kissed her dimpled belly, then my mouth passed on downward over 
Grace's prominent mound. It was hard. When my lips touched those of her 
cunning little pussy I shivered. I always thought it might be repugnant to 
kiss a girl between the legs, but Grace was so pretty, and sweet and clean 
there I just loved it and the odor I detected was fascinating to me. 

I shall never know what made me do it, but I thrust my tongue in that tiny 
hole and worked it all about. Grace was trembling and moaning. The longer I 
held my tongue to her, the longer I wanted to. It must have so inflamed and 
titillated Grace that an orgasm was produced, for she wound her legs about 
me, shivered, and cried out: "Oh, darling-Oh-how lovely-oo-Oh!" and then she 
relaxed. 

A warm little gush of her girlish juices gathered on my tongue. It made me 
frantic. My pego was in agony, and my balls smarted. I jumped on top of the 
half-fainting girl and taking my tool in one hand, guided it to the pouting 
orifice and ferociously shoved it in. Ye Gods! How I went off as I struggled 
to bury my prick to its very root. Grace gave a shriek, clasped me in her 
arms and cried out in agony: "Oh, Gus, take it out. It's killing me. Oh-Oh, 
don't do it any more!" 

Her spend mingled with mine, lubricated the way and once buried, my tool was 
pinched and snuggled most delightfully. I lay still for a while with my 
first frenzied spend but my tool lost none of its stiffness. I was a youth 
with unbridled, vigorous passion and right then I studied and used my 
abnormal powers. 

Gradually Grace's pain subsided, her cries became soft sweet moans and she 
kissed me ardently, then in a fluttering voice spoke these caressing words, 
which I shall never forget: "Oh, darling Gus, isn't it lovely? I love you so 
I could have died. Oh, Gussie, do it fast!" 

I didn't move. I was too blissfully contented, but the itch for friction put 
fire in my whole body. Grace craved the pleasurable friction in her tight 
little cunnie and, either by instinct or intuition she began to work her 
belly and hips up and down. It was then that I realized how lovely it was to 
feel a bare belly rubbing against mine, and the nipping jerks of a hot cunt. 
Heavens how she wriggled and heaved, how I devoured that girl's lips and 
mauled her fine bubbies. My brain reeled. I didn't move, I was so entranced. 
That friction so applied, quickly brought our youthful passion to a climax. 
I remembered our cries of ecstasy and agonizing groans of delirious sensuous 
joy mingled as we both came together. Ye Gods, how lusciously and 
thrillingly my semen poured into Grace. 

How sweetly she responded with quivering limbs and twitching belly. How her 
eyes rolled just as everything got dark and we seemed to fuse into one body. 
I remember how I exclaimed in my impulsive emotion-"Oh, Grace, I love you-I 
love you," and her lips managed to quiver out her reply, "I love you, too, 
Gussie, I'm your little wife now." She smiled through her tears of joy. 

When I withdrew and stood up, I discovered what a havoc I had done, for her 
gratified passionate pussy was covered with blood and so was my limp penis. 
I was frightened and began to cry-"Oh, don't cry, Gussie-it's only blood 
from my maidenhead-every girl has to lose it, and I love you and was happy 
to let you have it, so don't cry." 

I then and there resolved to never seduce a virgin. I procured water from a 
spring nearby and with my handkerchief I wiped away all traces of blood and 
I keep the cloth to this day as a memento of my first real love-fuck. 

Of all my adventures and feasting of flesh I never had such an exquisite and 
ravishing girl in my life. No full grown woman can put into her movements 
the exquisite flavor and soul-stirring snap a young girl can in her first 
flush of love-the impetuous wriggle of her untrained and twisting back 
produced sensations no boy ever forgets, especially when the frenzied nips 
and strong impulsive suction of her loving little cunnie extracts the 
delirious sap from his very soul. I enjoyed Grace many times after that and 
she became most lustfully proficient in her sexual pleasures. 

Carrie taught me many artful and skillful tricks in the indulgence of the 
flesh, but when I discovered she was being fucked by two other fellows in 
the town, my fondness for her ceased. 

At the end of the school term I went with my parents to the mountains for 
the summer, where I had many chances to indulge my rapidly developing 
passion for female charms. 

Mary, our family cook, went with us to our summer home. Up to this time Mary 
had never shown any interest in me, but as I had had some experience in 
sexual pleasures and my appreciation for female charms had developed 
appreciably, the charms of Mary came under my vision with their full meaning 
and effect. I lost no opportunity to gloat on her for she had a form that 
would attract any man. She was Irish and mighty good looking. Though a cook, 
she had the makeup of an exceptional type of servant and acted in the Tolman 
family as governess as well as cook, so that she was in my company quite 
frequently. When I observed what a handsomely shaped leg she had I sought 
every opportunity to be with her. The first occasion was when Mary and I 
went for a walk to the river. We had to climb several fences, and Mary, not 
thinking, made a good effort to climb over. I was just behind her. When she 
threw her leg over, her skirts drew up, and the other leg was exposed nearly 
to her hip. 

She had on brown silk stockings, gartered below the knee and short lacy 
white drawers, which clung snugly to the robust thighs. Her bare knees were 
fat and most ravishingly pink. She had an ankle and calf that for perfection 
in contour and shape were matchless. When she finally got over, her skirts 
caught on the top rail, and I now saw in all its splendor her magnificent 
bottom sticking out through the opening of her tightly stretched drawers. 
The deep valley between the round, fat and dimpled cheeks like snowy globes 
made me gloat in amazement, and my unruly penis got hard as iron. My first 
thought was a piece of that glowing, ravishing part of her anatomy, and I 
felt impelled to feel of it. 

Mary had screamed in her predicament and then called to me for help. Instead 
of helping her first, I passed my hand over the smooth polished surface of 
her bottom, and then dug my fingers in under and between her plump thighs. 
Again she screamed and remonstrated. "Gussie, stop, you are bad and naughty. 
Stop it!" 

"Oh, no," I said, "I'm going to feel it, you are so lovely, that I am going 
to feel your thing. Ah, what a fine one you'd make-May I Mary? Let me do 
it?" 

Mary was now laughing and tugging at her skirts. "If you don't stop and 
loosen my skirts, Gus, I'll tell your mother. You ought to be thrashed 
good," said Mary, blushing. 

I pinched the soft, firm flesh, and again dug my fingers into the pulpy, 
juicy lips of her pouting cunnie. Mary's buxom bottom was crimson and 
twisting as she laughed and choked down her rapidly increasing emotions. No 
sexually vigorous woman could easily resist the magnetic touches of a man. 
Her resistance and remonstrance became less and less as I continued to poke 
and manipulate the susceptible Mary, who was by nature, amorous and 
passionate once she was aroused. 

"Oh, Gus, you are so bad. Let me down and I'll let you feel me more." I 
thought this was a ruse to get me to cease so I continued. I know my eyes 
were aflame and my prick was almost bursting. With my free hand I grabbed 
Mary's big bubbies through a waist that was very thin. My fingers were 
working rapidly in the juicy depths when I heard her moan and then softly 
murmur: "Oh, Gussie-I-I-I'm-Oh-oo." I then felt a gush of spend on my 
fingers, after which I released her skirts. She turned to face me. Her face 
was aflame from the effects of a premature, unsatisfied orgasm. 

"Gussie, you are so bad, I shall either whip you or tell your mother." 

"No, no, Mary," I exclaimed, for I was rabid by now. "Whip me if you wish." 
Her face was aglow with erotic emotion and assumed anger. Seeing some 
bushes, Mary easily broke a whip off and clutching me by the arm, she led me 
to a stump in the woods on which she sat down and directed me to lower my 
pants and lie across her knees. I was a full grown lad and, of course, did 
not feel that that licking was due me, but my passion, and the itch for 
adventure quickly led me to do anything that would satisfy my lustful nature 
and appetites. Mary had pulled her dress clear up above her knees, 
presumably to punish and tantalize me, by showing as much of her legs as 
possible. I lowered my trousers and when Mary caught sight of my manly rod, 
rampantly bounding and rearing its ruby head, she gasped and laughed with a 
tremble in her voice, as she exclaimed: "Gus, how dare you show that awful 
thing to me? Come here. Lie over my knees. I'll show you how to behave 
yourself next time." 

I did as I was told, and presented my bottom for Mary to whip, at the same 
time running my hands up and down Mary's attractive legs. She was trembling 
as she began to tantalize and chastise me with light blows of the whip. 
"Ouch! Wow!" I yelled. "Gee, Mary, why be so cruel, when we could be having 
some fun now. Ouch." 

"There Gus, take that and that," she said, as she whacked away with the 
whip. "Will you behave now? Does it hurt you?" 

"No not there," I howled. "It hurts in my prick. Gosh, you are mean when a 
fellow wants a piece." 

"Say, Gussie, I never heard you talk like that before. Why, its awful. Stop 
pinching my legs !" Whack, swish, whack came the rod on my bottom. Mary felt 
the knob against her leg. "Reaching down her left band she clasped her 
fingers about it. "Oh golly, Mary," I said, "jerk me off. I could screw a 
knot hole, I'm so hot." Mary dropped the whip and reached down between my 
legs and rolled my hard balls in her fingers and gently manipulated my penis 
till I was relieved and shot a wild delirious shot of semen all over her 
hand and thigh. I groaned under the force of a severe orgasm. 

"Oh, Gus, you nasty thing. You've squirted a lot of sticky stuff all over 
me. Oh, Gus-sie-mine is com-coming, too-Ah-there-there-it-comes!" 

The lewd and sensuous scene had so inflamed her mind and passion that she, 
too, had experienced an orgasm. 

"There Gus get up. You and I have been dreadfully naughty and you must never 
let me see your awful thing again." Mary returned to the house at once and I 
followed later. My bottom smarted so that evening, that my penis was 
constantly stiff. Mary's room was next to mine and as everyone in the house 
had gone to bed, in my highly inflamed condition I felt tempted to steal 
into Mary's room. 

I was undressed and ready for bed when I heard Mary pouring water for a 
sponge bath. At once the thought came to me that she would be undressed, so 
quietly stealing forth, I tried her door and found it unlocked. Bold and 
daringly, led on by erotic emotions, I entered stealthily. Mary was standing 
stark naked before her wash stand and before she knew it I had my arms 
around her. My nightgown was open and my rampant penis jabbed her velvety 
rump. 

Mary gave a smothered scream: "Stop it, Gussie. Stop this foolish business 
and go to bed. Stop it I say!" she said angrily. 

"No, I shan't," I replied, "it's all your fault. You made me so passionately 
hot today with that whipping, I can't go to bed. I want to fuck you." And 
then my hand slipped down over Mary's smooth belly to that tuft that stood 
out on a full hard mound. The moment my fingers found their way between the 
soft juicy lips I discovered her prominent clitoris, which felt to me like a 
little stiff penis. I began to rub it. The sensation produced in Mary was an 
instantaneous lustful desire. "Wait, Gussie," she whispered, "Let me finish 
washing and then we'll get into bed." 

"Promise me, Mary," I said to her. 

"I promise, Gus," replied Mary, trembling all over. I stepped back and 
removed my nightgown and gloated on my first vision of a woman entirely 
nude. No youth could have had a more perfect specimen of female wealth of 
charms on which to gaze and form standards. Mary's body was like alabaster 
and every line and curve was sensuously lovely. Her beautiful large breasts 
were firm and springy and tipped with large red stiff nipples that stood out 
like strawberries. The contour and roundness of her hips, thighs and limbs 
fascinated me and filled me with lustful thoughts. Especially did my gaze 
rest on Mary's round white bottom and the tempting, tufted lips of her 
pussy, showing under and between the large cheeks and robust limbs. 

Her glorious bosoms trembled and bounced as she dried herself. I was 
passionate and my penis was standing straight out with the whole inflamed 
knob showing in all its turgid condition. When Mary saw it, she uttered a 
little sigh and said in a low voice: "Gussie, you are an awful bad boy. That 
lovely big thing would kill a small girl. Come. We will get in bed." I was 
willing and eager. When she flung herself on the bed, I bounced on her like 
an eager animal. 

"Go slow, Gussie. I'll put it in for you and don't make any noise," she 
whispered, as she opened her thighs and guided my rigid, straining penis to 
its proper place, which was juicy and elastic and she soon had it completely 
sheathed. In my impetuous longing for friction, I began to move my hips up 
and down to work the aching stiffness in and out. The faster I worked, the 
more excited we both became. Mary hugged me to her and wound her beautiful 
legs around me, crushing me close to her in a vise-like grip. I was, like 
all impetuous youths, too absorbed in the one supreme thought of gratifying 
my passions to enjoy the full meaning and accompanying delights of a 
voluptuous woman. I had not yet learned how to indulge in the ravishing 
banquet of sexual feasting, but Mary had. She panted and, almost breathless, 
admonished me, "Oh, Gus-sie, don't be in such a hurry or you'll spoil a good 
fuck." This only tended to make me more furious, but with her clinging arms 
and legs trembling with amorous, lustful deliberation, held me down to short 
deep digs in her passionate pussy. 

Mary, in her fear of an interrupted, long, drawn out enjoyment, gave way to 
the delightful digs of impetuous youth and let herself go. Panting and 
heaving and straining me to her with crushing force, her enforced orgasm 
came. She whispered in choking exclamations: "Oh, 
Gus-sie-that's-so-go-go-good-Pm-coming-" and then in little gurgling cries, 
"There-there!" 

Everything got black to me, my brain reeled, a delirium submerged me. Mary's 
cunnie contracted in spasms of blissful spending and sucked my 
impressionable shaft in her throbbing depths. I let out a cry: "Oh, Gee, 
Mary, Pm-I-I shall-pee." 

"Alright, Gussie, let-the pee come-that's fine-Oh, Gussie, that's cream, not 
pee," gurgled Mary, as she again spent deliciously when feeling the hot 
juice of youth gush into her quivering slit. 

For a long time I lay in Mary's arms during which she told me how much more 
enjoyable it is to prolong the pleasure and how to get the greatest 
enjoyment by playing with a woman, and how to make a woman enjoy it. Mary 
wantonly showed me the place between her legs and made me kiss it, saying a 
woman liked to be kissed there as it made her hot. We were both soon eager 
for another piece. This time I followed instructions and restrained myself 
into a long drawn out feast. Mary was overjoyed and amorous for she obtained 
two more lovely spends before I went off, after which I left her and went to 
my own bed. 

We found many opportunities to indulge in our lustful pleasures until 
finally my parents discovered our sexual relations, and they discharged 
Mary. 

The following year, while at my folks' summer home, I met a stunning 
brunette, Anna Burton. She was our family doctor's daughter; plump, amorous, 
and pretty. She had the complexion of a Spaniard; dark and rich in coloring, 
with a form that made my mouth water and my eyes burn every time that I got 
a glimpse of her beautiful legs. They were large and exquisitely shaped and 
her breasts denoted voluptuous bubbies, all of which made my hands tingle 
with lustful longing to feel and fondle them. 

Anna was just tall enough to be in perfect proportion to her build. She had 
wavy, jet-black hair and a pair of black eyes that shone with a lurid fire 
of passion, which displayed itself in the swaying undulations of her 
sensuous body. 

She usually wore a short skirt to facilitate her mountain climbing; sturdy 
tan shoes and tan silk stockings molded her beautiful round shaped legs 
perfectly without a wrinkle. Anna was about twenty-three and full of ardent 
spirits, gay and reckless to the point of wanton abandon. She was a most 
lovable and sympathetic creature and when she met me, she seemed to sense my 
ardent and lustful nature. 

Her sympathies led her into wanton indiscretions, which to her were 
innocent, but once her warm nature was aroused she became the embodiment of 
intense sexual passion. Being a doctor's daughter, she had gleaned from his 
books about all there was to know on sexual matters and what she didn't 
learn her fertile passionate mind supplied in lurid dreams and visions of 
sexual pleasures. She had a keen and deep appreciation of what the opposite 
sex desired, liked and enjoyed. Anna soon observed my nature during our 
strolls in the woods and mountain climbing, when I would ogle her and gloat 
on her reckless and wanton exposures. She, of course, knew that she had legs 
and other charms that were very attractive to men and she was never chary 
about showing them to advantage, especially her beautiful legs, well 
defined, exquisitely shaped hips, and bottom. When she discovered that I got 
a thrill every time she showed more than the occasion required, she would 
wantonly bring into prominence her lovely contours and manage to expose her 
plump knees and enough bare flesh above her stockings to make any ordinary 
man tingle with desire. 

The mere fact that she knew that I was watching and took every opportunity 
to see all that I could, made her feel itchy all over to be caressed and 
possessed. She understood the expression in the eyes and face of a man when 
he was inflamed with passion, and I was no exception. My eyes conveyed my 
feelings and desires in a steady languorous gaze that I fixed on Anna's 
sensuous and lusciously proportioned contours. 

Anna's mouth was molded for sensuous kisses. Her lips were rather full and 
lusciously red, the even white teeth gleamed when smiles brought laughing 
dimples to her pretty cheeks. What man could resist the lure of that 
kissable mouth? I did not, for I was rapidly becoming a connoisseur in the 
art of kissing and lipping of an amorous female. Coming to a secluded place 
in the woods beside a small lake one day, I was overwrought with passion, 
and I got very bold. Anna and I were standing near a large boulder, a flat 
top rock, absorbed in a playful teasing argument, when Anna smiled, tipped 
back her head and shot a tormenting inviting flash, full of seductiveness, 
from her black sparkling eyes. With a sudden impulsive move I had the 
alluring creature in my arms. Bending her back on the rock I smothered her 
with passionate kisses. At the same time I molded a firm round bubbie in my 
hand. Anna gasped and trembled with an emotion that my kisses and touches 
sent rioting through her hot-blooded form. When I finally got back my 
breath, I protested a wealth of love for her. "Anna, you sweet lovely 
thing." She returned my lustful gaze with limpid, half-closed eyes turned up 
towards me and naively replied: 

"Oh, Gus-I love you, too, but I must not let you make love to me." She 
struggled to her feet and in doing so, her short wide skirts worked up above 
her knees, showing considerable bare flesh. My ever watchful eye did not 
miss the alluring lustful view of ravishing legs and bare skin. Emboldened 
by my success so far, I pushed her stocking down far enough to reveal to my 
lustful gaze the most ravishing, dimpled, pink and white knee that I ever 
saw. Anna was instantly affected by the contact and subtle magnetic touch, 
but startled and fearful of what I might do next, she almost seductively 
remonstrated: "Why, Gus, aren't you ashamed?" 

"No, indeed," I replied. "You've got such handsome legs and such pretty 
knees, I want to feel them and kiss them. By Jove, I will." In a flash my 
eager clinging lips were scattering passionate kisses all over Anna's bare 
knees. For a few moments she lay still and enjoyed with sensuous thrills the 
impetuous caress, until I, intent on exploring to effect my lustful object, 
slipped my hand up the smooth, satiny thigh. 

I was getting uncomfortably near the coveted spot between her legs when Anna 
remembered what would happen if I got any further, cried out: "Stop, Gus 
Tolman, or I'll scream. You must not-go any further-I must not let you-you 
do it here." Her voice was soft and low, and she was panting and choking 
with her emotions. 

My subtle touches and lustful kisses had burned deep in the impressionable, 
amorous young girl. She was just as passionate as I was and craved the same 
relief, but restrained herself through fear of possible consequences from 
yielding to passion's lure. She had the presence of mind to put off the 
longed-for pleasure. "Now, Gus, if you'll just wait until another time 
perhaps," she said. "No, no, Anna," I exclaimed with a fierce longing. "I 
must do it here-now-I can't wait, see how randy I am," I cried, and ripped 
open my trousers and produced my rampant penis. "Oh, Gus, I, too, can hardly 
wait, but I must. Why Gus, you'd surely make six babies in me with that 
lovely big thing. If you'll just wait until another time, I'll fix it so 
that we'll be safe." 

"But," I cried, "we both love each other and we are so passionately hot, 
what can we do?" Anna was reclining on a rock with her arms outstretched and 
her loose silk waist was open revealing to my lustful gaze the deep dark 
crease between two lusciously full milky bubbies. It was a maddening sight 
to me. 

"Come here, dear," said Anna, panting, her snowy bubbies heaving. "Come and 
kiss me, then I'll tell you what we can do." I threw myself on top of the 
billowy form and glued my mouth to hers in a long passionate kiss, then 
released her lips for the welcome plan. 

"Darling," she said, "you know that I am terribly excited, too, and if 
you'll kiss me be-between my legs, a nice long kiss with-with your tongue, 
you may do it in my-my bubbies." This seemed such a strange and unnatural 
way to me to gratify passion, that I was amazed and gasped. "But Anna," I 
said, "I never did it that way. How can I gratify you with a kiss?" 

"Let me have your mouth and I'll show you then," she replied. Then I once 
more pressed my lips to her and before I could think, she had thrust her 
nectarous tongue into my mouth, played it in and out, then wound it 
playfully about my own. Finally she sucked my lips between her teeth and 
tickled them with the tip of her tongue. I was almost frantic and Anna 
writhed and panted. "There, Gus, that's the way to kiss a girl between her 
legs. Only do it longer, dear, till I come. Oh, heavens, Gus, do it now. My 
pussy is so hot." 

Anna had read all about such things in her father's medical library. When 
she observed me ready and eager to fulfill my part of the love feast, she 
very coquettishly pulled her dress up above her waist. The pink silk and 
lacy short open drawers were open wide so her snowy round belly and enticing 
sexual charm lay exposed in all its ravishing enticement before my lustful 
gaze. A silky, thick tuft of jet-black curls, like a fur cap, topped off the 
protruding thick ruby lips of her pussy jutting out with a saucy pout, 
between which I saw the dainty little crimson lips of the girl's salacious 
entrance to joys supreme. The black hair and pink drawers made a lovely 
contrast to the snowy flesh of Anna's white thighs and belly. This loving 
and naive introduction to her ravishing man-teasing charms made a lasting 
impression on me. With the lustful tenderness of a well-seasoned lover, I 
stooped and kissed the smooth belly from the waist down and all over, 
lingering awhile with my tongue digging in Anna's deep navel. She spread her 
legs apart more than ever for relief as my straying lips and tongue passed 
over her quivering belly. I knelt before the black-haired shrine pouting 
with erotic longing. Instantly, the beautiful girl placed her plump legs 
about my neck and sighed: 

"Oh, Gus, kiss it." Parting the silky curls, I first kissed the soft pulpy 
lips lightly, then pressed my mouth against it and parted the lips with my 
tongue. That first taste and smell of a sweet delectable slit of a wholesome 
healthy woman made me madly infatuated with the strange act. The 
indescribably sweet flavor of a clean healthy woman "in heat" acted like a 
subtle nectar. The more I quaffed it, the more I wanted; for it sent my 
blood rioting through my body with a soul-stirring pulsation. 

Like music, Anna's soft cries fell to my ears. 

"Oh, dear, that's so nice." At that I thrust my tongue into her very depths. 
Anna gave a smothered scream and exclaimed again: "Oh, my! Oh, my! How 
lovely!" Even if I had never been told what to do, my lustful mood would 
have prompted me. I worked my tongue in and out, sideways, and then way in 
until Anna moaned and writhed with the delightful sensation that it 
produced. My hands were caressing her belly and plump satiny bottom. Anna's 
breath was coming in short gusts, her belly heaved and she was speechless 
with ecstasy as her passions were nearing the climax. My tongue then found 
the ticklish clitoris and I played my tongue on it awhile, finally sucking 
it. Anna gasped and shuddered when her blissful joys came to an end. I heard 
the cries and soft moans: 

"Oh-oo-Oh! Dar-ling-I'm coming, there-it-is." I felt her give down a warm 
gush of hot fluid on my clinging lips and tongue. As the girl's broken words 
and sighs came to me, softer and softer, I drew the whole of Anna's 
quivering thing into my mouth and sucked hard, continuing the magic tongue 
action till after a pause, Anna cried out: "Oh, darling, how entrancing, 
bring it again." I was enjoying with lascivious greed the salacious act and 
the unctuous flavor of Anna's love-juice made me loathe to stop. 
Instinctively I began to lick and lap the inflamed lips of the soft juicy 
orifice. The girl's trembling legs tightened about my neck and she pressed 
both hands to my head and uttered agonizing cries: "Oh, Gus, you darling. 
It's-coming again-suck it-suck it-hard-Oh! My God! Gus-sie-I-I'm dying." 

I completed the orgasm with all the force I could apply. Anna laid shivering 
as she sank into a sea of ecstasy. I was now very eager for my relief. My 
prick was rigid and painfully swollen. Getting to my feet I tore off Anna's 
bust supporter that confined her voluptuous bubbies. I pushed down her 
waist. She squirmed out of it, and the lovely white shoulders and plump 
shapely arms, together with those firm milky breasts, surmounted by ruby 
nipples, was a maddening picture to me. 

Rampant to the point of recklessness I had to struggle to keep from plunging 
my ferocious tool into the red swollen pussy that was still puckering and 
pouting with the effects of my lustful mouth action, but, consideration for 
Anna's safety and fear made me content with the prospect of relief as Anna 
had promised in her bubbies. 

Altogether, it was a unique place to me and I was eager to try it as it 
looked extremely tempting. Anna had recovered her dazed senses and directed 
me to straddle her and placed my prick between her breasts. As I did so she 
held the soft warm yielding forms close about it. It was difficult to hold 
it snugly but she did it and cuddled it most lovingly. "Now, Gus you can do 
it and squirt the dangerous stuff on my neck," she said. The purple knob 
came near her ruby lips every time I jerked it back and forth in the pulpy, 
velvety enclosure. It wasn't long before I felt the climax coming. I cried 
out: 

"Oh, Anna, this is lovely-it's-coming." She kept her eyes riveted on the 
highly inflamed and swollen knob as it moved in and out of the white flesh 
of her bubbies as she pressed them lovingly about the long shaft. I groaned 
and trembled, stopped moving and cried out: "Oh, God! there, Anna, see 
it-co-come." 

The delicious sperm shot out in jets over her neck and ran down between her 
soft titties and shoulders. Quite fascinated, Anna had a sudden desire to 
complete my pleasure with her lips. 

"Darling," she panted, "put it in my mm-mouth." Her lips parted, and boldly 
and quickly she took the reeking knob, now relaxed, into her open mouth. She 
sucked it greedily till she had extracted the last drops of a long luscious 
spend. "Oh, Anna, darling, how I do love you," I cried out, "that was better 
than a real fuck." 

When I helped my lovely amorous sweetheart from the rock, she clung to me 
and confessed in naive simplicity she never thought she could do what she 
had done, but because she loved me she could not help it. Although but 
twenty-one, Anna had all the mature thoughts and emotions of a much older 
woman. Reared in a free thinking atmosphere and given liberties few girls 
have, it was no wonder she gave a free rein to natural carnal passions, for 
she was alive and teeming with animal spirits and propensities. 

As we strolled home that day, we frequently stopped in some secluded spot to 
indulge our amorous feelings in hugging and an exchange of passionate kisses 
and, before we parted it was agreed to meet on the following day and go to 
the same place where we had indulged in our first love desires together. 

Anna was wise to the methods and expedients used by women to prevent 
conception. These she gleaned from medical books of her father's and always 
keen to observe the way certain women and girls dressed at receptions and on 
the street to lure men, Anna, with a cunning intent, devised and designed 
her own costumes to best set off her glowing and ravishing charms. For, well 
she realized she possessed physical charms that always attracted a 
libidinous gaze from me. So on the day she was to meet me again, she made 
herself alluring and tempting in a dress that not only set off her buxom, 
voluptuous charms, but revealed them as far as propriety permitted. A thin, 
white lawn waist showed her enticing, plump arms. Its rather low open front 
permitted a generous exposure of dazzling milky bubbies with that alluring 
valley from whence came a subtle odor of feminine sweetness. 

A short skirt of blue flannel left Anna's handsomely formed legs molded in 
snug silk stockings. The low tan shoes accentuated her neat trim ankles. She 
was a vision to ravish any youth who was alive and appreciated the 
sensuously enticing charms of a woman. 

I know that I trembled with rising lustful thoughts as I walked beside her. 
I was getting more and more inflamed and eager to indulge my amorous nature 
with this girl again. With cunning sagacity Anna had provided herself with a 
small safety sponge with a silk cord tied to it, and a small bottle of 
powerful antiseptic mixed with some vinegar. She knew that I would do it to 
her this time and so took the necessary precautions she had read of, namely, 
that if a woman saturated a small sponge and passed it up her vagina till it 
rested against her womb she could have sexual intercourse without fearing 
the consequences, for the liquid in the sponge would kill every drop of a 
man's spermy effusion, and both could still have their exquisite pleasures. 
Afterwards, she could with draw the sponge with the dangerous juice dead in 
it. When we reached our love-tower beside the lake, Anna assumed the air of 
coquetry and pretended bashfulness. True to the nature of woman, Anna was a 
born tease and began tantalizing flirtations to further excite me. I was 
impatient. 

The more I struggled to excite Anna's feelings and indulge in lover-like 
dalliance, the more she resisted, but my inflaming touches when I tried to 
fondle her only made the coquettish girl quiver with suppressed erotic 
emotion. Her blushes, dimples and the moist rosy lips revealed her real 
feelings. In my fury I managed to tip the girl back on the flat top rock and 
smother her with scorching kisses. She gasped, choked and struggled, just to 
tease me. By now I was furiously rampant and pulled her clothes up to her 
waist. 

"Oh-oo-what a naughty boy you are today," she exclaimed. She was burning hot 
between her legs. That sudden uncovering of her sweet charms sent a thrill 
of intense passion through her. Thinking that she was cold to my advances 
and still had to be coaxed and tempted, upon seeing the plump, white flesh 
of her naked thighs and that maddening black-haired pussy, I buried my face 
in the black thick hair and thrust my tongue into the juicy slit. "Oh, Gus, 
not that way," said Anna, softly, "let me up-and-I'll do-do something." 

I helped her off the rock. Then getting the sponge and bottle of antiseptic, 
she saturated the sponge, laid down on the bed of grass, pulled up her 
clothes, spread her thighs and worked the sponge clear up into her quivering 
pussy. I watched her with mingled feelings of amazement and lust as she 
explained the purpose of the strange act. Getting up, she flung her arms 
about me, and kissing me joyously, she purred: "Now, Gus, I can be real 
naughty and let you do it to me." 

I was rubbing my rigid tool against her thigh when she exclaimed: "Oh, Gus," 
as I held her close and thrust a free hand in her trembling bosoms and 
squeezed the velvety orbs. "Oh, Gus, let me see your lovely big thing." I 
drew back and opened my trousers. They glided to the ground, and then I 
kicked them off and pulled up my shirt and the overwrought girl gasped when 
she beheld the ferocious looking spear. 

"Lay down, Anna," I commanded. Trembling with a certain fear and sexual 
excitement, she arranged herself on a grassy mound, tucking her dress well 
up under her back. Her bare bottom buried in the cool green grass with those 
beautiful silk-clad legs and delicately rounded thighs spread apart, she 
presented a voluptuous seductive feast of charms to be enjoyed by her lover. 

I dropped between her slightly elevated knees and brought the turgid knob of 
my stiff and throbbing prick to the pulpy lips of her slit. As she looked up 
into my eyes she stammered: "Gus, do be careful. You are the first one that 
ever did it to me." I quickly remembered when I seduced a virgin and asked 
her: 

"Oh, Anna, are you a virgin?" to which she replied, "No, I don't think so, 
but its never been done to me before." 

Believing her, I felt reassured and tenderly laid my bare belly on hers, my 
eager instrument poking about in the silky hair. Anna was a novice, but she 
was wise and thoughtful enough to reach down and guide her lover's impatient 
charger. The moment that I felt the throbbing hot orifice I pushed inch by 
inch on my way into the tight and luscious cunnie of the trembling, 
breathless girl. 

"Ouch!-Oh!-My-big-lovely-boy-how it hurts," cried Anna, and carried away by 
her amorous feelings at her first sexual connection, she became oblivious to 
pain or fear. 

How I did revel in the soft sensuous delights, for she was not only a 
delight to the eye but voluptuously appetizing to all other senses. 

At first, following my developed skill in the sexual act, I did not hasten 
to spoil a long drawn-out enjoyment of this lovely fresh piece of 
femininity. With Anna, her desire and craving for relief made her wantonly 
eager for it. Intuitively she followed the dictates of animal passion. The 
itch for frictional excitement showed in her restless movements. She 
wriggled her buxom bottom and clung affectionately to me with winding arms 
and robust legs that impatiently tried to hold me closer. The bucking pussy 
of a beautiful passionate girl would have brought any normal young man to 
the melting point and climax, but I restrained myself to get out of this 
feast with Anna all the thrills and erotic sensations that I could. 

With my tool sheathed and throbbing, I enjoyed, with the zest of a young 
connoisseur, the biting freshness of an unfucked pussy and titillation of 
possessing the glowing charm of such an amorous creature as Anna Burton. The 
intense and delirious enjoyment of her first fuck was shown in her heaving 
bubbies and undulating form, heavy breathing, and choking, gasping moans. 

"Oh darling, Gus," she cried. "Isn't it lovely-Oh-it-feels-so-good-it 
doesn't hurt-Oh, Gussie, kiss me." 

I glued my mouth to hers and thrust my tongue way into her mouth. She sucked 
it hard and gave a smothered scream, her eyes rolled, her pussy bucked, and 
I felt the entrancing spasmodic nips of her vagina and lovely hug of her 
smooth plump legs around my bare bottom. Anna's inaudible moans and choked 
cries punctuated those spasms of a long luscious spend. The voluptuousness 
of that entrancing experience with Anna's delirium of pleasure produced such 
lascivious and titillating thrills in me that I had to let fly a profuse 
spend. Heavens, what an ecstasy was ours. After a short but blissful 
die-away in which my tool soaked arid welled in our mingled love-juices I 
was again rampant and eager for another. In my impatience I tore her waist 
entirely loose and pushed it off, leaving her snowy, velvety shoulders bare 
and those panting milky bubbies all exposed. How I sucked those stiff rosy 
nipples and her lovely shoulders and arms. 

I was now moving my revived penis in and out, most entrancingly to Anna, 
when she cried out: "Stop, Gus dear, while I take the sponge out and fix it 
again." I released her and reluctantly arose while she drew it out with the 
silk cord, the sponge being laden with thick spend. Saturating it again with 
the medicine, she replaced it and lay back and said with a sweet smile: 

"Now, darling, now for another-Oh, Gus, it's so lovely I could do it all 
day." 

This time we revelled in a long drawn out feast that could never be 
described by Anna, for, hot and thrilled to the bone, she revelled in one 
orgasm after another till she lay exhausted. I had gone off quite often and 
was also drunk with extravagant spendings. After a while of unspoken, 
blissful joy in each other's arms we gradually recovered. I felt like a dip 
in the cool lake and told Anna I was going to strip and have a swim. Anna 
said that she would relish a dip but she could not swim. I peeled off her 
skin-tight stockings, caressing the plump, white smooth calves and fat 
dimpled knees. Anna was soon standing nude on the shore of the lake, quite 
safe from other eyes. She was a vision of rare loveliness and sensual 
beauty, and to me she was a constant stimulant to my sensual nature. I gazed 
long and hungrily on her shapely white form. It was perfectly proportioned 
and without the blemishes seen in most girls of her age. The black wavy hair 
and black tuft of curls on the protruding plump fullness of her cunnie made 
a most pleasing contrast to her white skin. I was enraptured. Our naked 
bodies were pressed together during an amorous feast of nectarous kisses 
which inflamed us afresh, but discretion prevailed for the moment and we 
proceeded to take a bath. 

Anna was particular to remove and cleanse the sponge, which was well laden. 
Then we waded in the water and washed our sexual charms thoroughly. I swam 
for awhile as Anna waded about with bouncing springy bubbies appearing on 
the surface of the water. They were pretty enough to eat. I suddenly found I 
couldn't resist their alluring call to be fondled. We each felt and fondled 
the other until we were eager for another love feast. 

I suggested having it under water, as a novelty. Anna recharged and replaced 
the sponge in her hot and quivering cunnie. I laid down on the sloping sandy 
beach with my hips and tool standing just under the water and directed Anna 
to sit astride of it. The girl's charming little slit was tighter than ever 
and clung firmly about my prick as she came down on it. The internal contact 
was hot and produced a thrilling contrast to the cooling waters outside. I 
was impressed with the titillating and deliciously ecstatic experience. I 
often have referred to it in my reminiscing as the most exquisite pleasure I 
have ever experienced-a fuck underwater. 

Anna's lovely titties were free to fondle and gaze upon. I could not move, 
but Anna soon discovered a way to produce the frictional excitement she 
craved. She slowly and sensuously twisted her buxom bottom and moved up and 
down crying out: "Oh, Gus, isn't this a lovely way?-how good it feels in the 
water." Then becoming more and more excited, she discovered she could jerk 
her sheathing pussy convulsively up and down and thus give us both the 
heavenly delights we desired most. A delirium of sensuous thrills soon 
brought us to the climax of bliss. I clutched her tensely strained bottom 
and watched the twitching upward jerks of her cunnie and round, white belly. 
It acted like a pump and its vigorous suction brought me to the melting 
point amidst her groans and cries. 

When she felt the knob burst and fill her vagina with scorching hot juice, 
she gave a scream, shuddered and with a hard bent back, she too went off 
with cries of ecstasy: "Oh, Gus-it's-coming-Oh, darling-Oh!" 

Falling forward on me, Anna covered my face with feverish, impetuous kisses, 
even biting me in her frenzy. With both hands holding and squeezing the hard 
cheeks of her bottom, I held the spending girl firmly to me in a blissful, 
rapturous die-away, both of us dizzy in joy. For a long time we luxuriated. 
The lake's waters lapped and splashed against the sensitive parts of us in 
the closest union. The titillating action of the water not only revived us 
but tickled and excited us with renewed lustful feelings and before we knew 
it, we were again swept into a sea of irresistible emotions that brought 
down another orgasm in which we both spent the last drops of exhausted lust. 

We proceeded homeward in a dazed state of mind, but arranged for clandestine 
meetings when we would continue our youthful love-feastings. We indulged 
freely to the end of the summer vacation, when we departed for home. The 
amorous Anna was married soon after to a rich man and I lost all knowledge 
of her, but this affair with Anna Burton would never be forgotten. 

 PART TWO 

It occurred to Mister Tolman one summer that a change of scene and rest 
might be beneficial and possibly afford him new amatory adventures. Hearing 
of a farmer and his wife who occasionally took summer boarders at their farm 
in the famous Catskill Mountains, he made arrangements to spend a month 
there. 

On his arrival he found a gentle Dane, John Nolsen, by name, and his sturdy 
wife, and daughter Ollie. This family was scrupulously clean and orderly 
about their home and persons, but very lax as to morals and this fact was 
soon observed in their actions and conversations, which were often 
suggestive of lewdness. 

Naturally little or no restraint was placed on the daughter, Ollie, a 
healthy, robust, attractive girl of nineteen. She was buxom, plump and rosy, 
bubbling over with health, radiating animalism and sexuality. With rosy 
cheeks, brilliant, plump lips, keen blue eyes, and a form that was matchless 
for its rich round development, Ollie Nolsen was indescribably handsome. 

 * * * 

When I arrived I was attired in a natty golf suit, with its knee breeches 
and thin silk shirt displaying my own attractive (to women) figure and 
development to perfection. 

Upon seeing me, Ollie became confused and highly excited, for as she said 
she had never seen such an attractive man before. Her eyes sparkled, her 
stiff buxom bubbies heaved with admiration and untutored lustful emotions 
and yet she was, in a way, piquantly modest. 

All her animal spirit, carnal appetites and physical beauty seemed to burst 
into song. Passion was there as pronounced as in any lovely, amorous woman 
under restraint. 

The mother was of the same type and nature and I contemplated both with 
longing eyes, but never betraying my secret thoughts. Both mother and 
daughter cast furtive eyes over me, taking in with quick perception my build 
and handsome face and heavy hung prominence in my trousers. 

The husband and father was of medium build and had evidently lost his vigor, 
judging from the sad longing and regret shown in his wife's face. Presumably 
the pleasures due her were no longer obtainable, and surely she showed 
evidence of enough animalism to warrant any virile man a guess that she 
would welcome and relish a healthy, rollicking piece of vigorous manhood. 

I quickly got into the graces of both women, who danced about with energy 
and feverish delight to make the new boarder feel comfortable and at home. I 
glared as their buxom charms came into reckless prominence as each woman 
flitted about, apparently showing off. 

Ollie's handsome strong legs, revealing their attractive shape in white 
stockings, were visible to the knees, which were bare, their dimpled 
plumpness showing every time she turned quickly and her skirts flew up. I 
noted with lascivious alertness the gorgeous curves and voluptuous outlines 
of a handsome buxom rump, its soft round buttocks trembling with every step. 

Amorous juice was rapidly filling my reservoir of sexual sweets and as I sat 
and made talk, getting acquainted, my ever perceptible penis was getting 
uncomfortably stiffer and bigger every moment. The mother's keen discerning 
eye saw and measured it. Stepping into the pantry (they were getting supper) 
she spoke in low tones and sighed: "Oh, Gott, Ollie, did you see his jock? 
Not much like our Papa's. Oh, Gott, it makes me feel young again." 

The low-toned conversation was heard by Gus, who was alone, John having gone 
away from the house on some errand. Ollie answered her mother with excited 
quick breathing. "Of course I saw it Mamma, wouldn't it feel good?" 

"Oh, Gott, Ollie you are too young to think of such things and you wouldn't 
appreciate such a man." 

"Oh, Mamma," trembled Ollie, "I have longed for such a man for a lover ever 
since I was sixteen and Pm tired of using my fingers. I wonder if he likes 
us." 

Then supper was ready and all sat down. I entertained the family with talks 
of my travels and an occasional risque story, which they seemed to relish 
and laugh heartily at. Smuttiness seemed to attract Mrs. Nolsen. Her eyes 
danced and her laughing countenance would flush with the warmth of renewed 
animal spirits as each story was related, each one getting more and more 
suggestive as I ran on. Mrs. Nolsen was a good looking woman of about forty 
and one who had retained her youthful freshness. She certainly looked good 
to me, for I thought her most appetizing and tempting with her shapely white 
arms bared and her opulent charms constantly coming into view in the loose 
open neck of her waist. 

The father, John, enjoyed the stories and said that he was glad to have 
someone about to make the girls kittenish. "I wish I was young again," he 
remarked with a return of lickerish expression in his once sensual face. "I 
was a hot buck once, but when a man reaches fifty, he can't make the old 
fellow stand up for action any more." 

They all laughed and the mother said that he shouldn't object to a young man 
like Mr. Tolman taking pity on a woman who was hungry for a good loving. 

Ollie was all that the mother had been in her youth, passionate, lustful and 
delectable, and I judged the mother's capacity for sexual delights by all 
that the daughter suggested now. 

After supper John retired to his paper while the women put away the dishes 
and afterwards he retired to bed leaving me to be entertained by the girls, 
as he called them. I found a large hammock on a vine-covered porch and was 
sitting in it when the women came out. I invited them to each sit in it 
beside me while I told them more stories and related my adventures. I was 
never a man who could resist temptations to indulge in amorous suggestive 
dalliance with two such sensuously alluring women so close. During my 
suggestive stories I placed an arm about their necks. My hands crept into 
the loose necks of their waists. The touch of soft velvet flesh and plump 
susceptible charms had an immediate effect on all three. I was getting 
rampant. Both girls were getting frisky and perceptibly enjoyed my open 
flatteries. 

I slowly withdrew my right hand from Anita's soft milky bubbies, tipped the 
unsuspecting Ollie back and glued my mouth to hers. It was moist and 
luscious. "Ah, my lovely luscious girl," I exclaimed. "You are delicious, 
beautiful, passionate," and at the same time my free hand was shoved up 
under her dress and up along her lovely smooth bare knees and thighs. I 
squeezed the firm buxom buttock while my other hand continued to mold and 
toy with the impressionable girl's luxurious bubbies. 

With a gasp and perhaps fear or mock modesty, she began to resist my 
advances and muttering in whispers: "Not here-not now-Oh, Mister Tolman, I'm 
afraid-you-must not. Father may come." In her struggle to free herself, her 
free hand came in contact with my hard stiff penis which was almost bursting 
in my trousers. She gave it a squeeze. It almost went off. "Oh, Gott!" her 
mother cried, "shame on you. You ought to behave." The mother was apparently 
jealous and in a sudden impulse she retired, first asking me when I desired 
breakfast. 

I explained that I wanted fruit served in my room at five. I really had a 
motive as I generally awoke at that time with an uncomfortable hard-on and 
figured that one or the other of the women would fetch it. 

Of course I had withdrawn my hand and when Mrs. Nolsen arose and said 
good-night and warning her daughter to behave herself and be careful, she 
disappeared. I got so rampant and of course followed up my chances. Ollie 
became even more amorous as I continued to make ardent love to her. She 
yielded to my lips and fondling of her plump shoulders and heaving firm 
bubbies. 

"Call me Gus," I said to her as I rubbed my stiff penis, confined within my 
trousers, up against her robust thigh. "Oh, Gott, you make me crazy," she 
exclaimed, as she writhed in my arms. 

In a moment of excitement, when her dress had worked up to her knees, I 
gazed at a pretty pair of legs. Although sturdy and firmly modeled, they 
were beautifully shaped, tapering down to slender ankles and pretty feet. I 
couldn't resist. I passed my hand with deliberate libidinous caresses up and 
down the firm rounded calf and up over the smooth dimpled knees (she wore no 
drawers), going a little higher each time. Finding a vulnerable nerve, which 
when caressed, made the amorous girl cuddle and breathe rapidly, I poured 
out inflaming flattery. 

"Ollie, darling, you were made for me-you make me crazy-may I touch it-feel 
it? Fondle your little cunt-your love-nest between your legs," I panted to 
her. 

"Oh, Gott, Gus, I should not. I never let a man do that before and we might 
get too naughty." 

The girl's naive talk was piquant and alluring. I tried to force a hand 
between the bare legs she held so tightly shut. "Feel mine, girlie," I said. 
Already bereft of all modesty, a small plump hand stole slowly to my 
swelling penis, which was heaving and throbbing with pulsating lust. "Oh, 
Gott," cried Ollie. "It's so big--I-I-never saw one like it. I've only seen 
Papa's and boys', and they are so small. Papa's is never stiff like yours." 
Gradually her thighs parted. My hand crept between them. Ollie was squeezing 
the turgid monster. 

With a gasp the buxom girl sank back on the couch and I with her as she 
impulsively spread her legs apart, as if inviting the searching hand. I 
quietly clasped a thick bunch of silky hair and a soft pair of thick lips. 
My middle finger searched and found a tight puckering orifice. She was 
speechless, but her short tumultuous breathing showed how she was affected. 
I strained her to me in a passionate embrace, kissed and sucked the 
delicious moist mouth and jabbed my finger into her quivering cunnie up to 
the knuckle and held her tightly in my grasp. 

Ollie trembled, and murmured in a soft thick voice, "Oh, Gott, it's 
coming-Mister Goos." She suddenly relaxed and melted softly in my arms and 
gave my penis a terrific squeeze as I felt a gush of warm creamy spend wet 
my fingers and palm. I was frantic to gratify my own lustful feelings but 
did not hasten matters for fear of being repulsed. I did not relinquish my 
hold but kept up a flow of lascivious love-making and titillating finger 
action. I quickly discovered that Ollie had lost her virginity by the use of 
her fingers or other unnatural means in gratifying her girlish passions. 

I got a salacious delight in testing the firm, rubber-like lips and elastic 
orifice of Ollie's succulent, healthy young cunt and when I rolled the stiff 
hard clitty between my thumb and finger she began to writhe. Her amorous 
passions were again kindled and she didn't appear to care what happened. She 
became reckless and abandoned herself to the alluring sensations a real man 
had brought to her lonely life and erotic nature. When I tipped Ollie back 
till she lay prone upon her back and told her to open her legs, she offered 
no resistance. It was now dark so she did not see or notice me open and 
lower my trousers, or that my rampant penis was bared and ready for action. 
I leaned over the buxom, amorous girl and taking her in one arm, I guided my 
penis and worked the turgid knob up and down between the elastic lips. 

Feeling that it was at the tight puckering hole, I glued my mouth to her 
lips to smother her possible cries and pushed hard. The head slipped in and 
Ollie tried to scream. Then, with one vigorous shove I sent the full eight 
inches to the hilt. I found the way deliciously tight, but lusciously well 
lubricated. Lying still, to let her get accustomed to the stretching, I 
enjoyed with lustful zest the lovely plump shoulders and firm springy 
bubbies. I pushed her loose waist down and passing a caressing hand over the 
velvety skin, I whispered appealingly to her, "Oh, Ollie, you are a 
deliciously lovely girl to fuck." 

Ollie, like most country girls, quickly caught on to the vulgarisms and 
suggestive expressions, using her own naive way of saying them, adding a 
touch of Danish language which made her all the more fascinating. As the 
first pain of the brutal insertion passed and Ollie experienced those 
delightful thrills produced by the big tool of a virile man, she moaned: 

"Oh, Gott, how lufly it feels to be foocked." Goaded by intense passion and 
desire to get as much of the man as possible, she wound her lovely fat legs 
around me and strained me to her with wanton force and amid gurgling 
expressions. "My cunt-luffs it-Oh, Gott! Oh, Gott it's lufly." I now began a 
slow in and out stroke, increasing in speed till the lively friction brought 
down a second frenzied spend for her. 

She wanted to scream, but I smothered her with passionate kisses and filled 
her mouth with my tongue, but her moans, groans, heaving bosom, and strong 
clutchings all expressed the joy and ecstasy of the girl's first experience 
with a man. The stolen bliss, darkness, and moonlight sifting through the 
vines, together with the exquisite pleasure of being the first man to have 
her, lifted me to a pinnacle of agonizing thrills. 

In soft tones I told her of my feelings as the climax came to my frantic 
feast: "Ollie-yours is a lovely cunt-I'm 
coming-I'll-fuck-you-full-of-love-juice-there-there-take-that and that-Oh! 
feel me-come-there!" She closed her eyes and fell back in a swoon as the 
limpid, creamy sap gushed forth and struck her thirsty womb. As we died away 
in a ravishing bliss, the girl gurgled, "Ach, Him-mel-Ick-Sturbe." 

I arose from her and told her to stand up and pee to wash out the dangerous 
juice. She did this. I then told her to squirt some vinegar up her little 
cunt before she retired to kill any juice that might be left in her. 

I spent the night in lascivious dreams in which buxom female charms and 
fleshy indulgences tantalized me. It was a few minutes before five the next 
day when I awoke with my usual morning erection, made more ferocious by the 
experience of the night before, the memory of which still lingered. 

John had gone to the barn to milk and do the other chores until called for 
breakfast at seven-thirty. Ollie was fast asleep in another room, when her 
mother attired in nothing but a loose wrapper, proceeded to place the fruit 
in my room. She had not dressed, merely throwing on a wrapper, fully 
intending to complete her toilette later. 

Nita rapped at my door. As the night had been very warm I had retired naked. 
I had kicked the sheets off and when I heard the summons, I did not answer, 
suspecting one or the other of the women would fetch the fruit. I pretended 
to be asleep. Nita opened the door softly, and stepped in. The sight that 
met her half awake eyes and senses made her drop the fruit. I was peeking 
out of one eye. I then stirred as if suddenly awakened. My amorous penis was 
standing up magnificently proud, splendidly inflamed and nodding 
majestically. 

The woman let out a scream of surprise and consternation, her eyes almost 
popping out of her head as she gazed in wonder at the stately affair with 
its purple knob and tightly wrinkled bag hanging snugly at the lower end. 

The profusion of brown kinky curls covering the bag and half way up the 
shaft, spreading thickly over my belly was a thrilling sight to Nita, who 
was unaccustomed to any such specimen of a man's sexual organ. She seemed 
for a moment dazed and then fascinated. One hand went to her eyes and the 
other to her opulent breasts. She gasped. Her breath came in gusts, her 
nostrils dilated, her eyes flashed, then became languorous. I heard a low 
almost indistinguishable moan. 

"Oh, Gott, if I only dared. How grand. How goot it would feel. Oh, Gott 
forgive me. I must." The splendid tempting morsel kept trembling and 
nodding. "Ach, my Gott! it's alive." I stirred and then opened my eyes and 
gazed at the panting woman, trembling with intense passion, as I spoke to 
her: 

"Ah, Nita-how good of you to come. You are not frightened, I hope. Come," I 
said, stretching out my arms. "Come, you need it." 

"Ach, yes, Mister Tolman, I-I-do," she cried in a hungry manner. "You won't 
tell? Ach Himmel, how I want it." 

"Take off your gown Nita!" I said in a commanding voice. Slowly the dazed 
woman proceeded to slip off her gown. Her face was profuse with a glow of 
blushes. Her gown fell to the floor and I feasted my eyes on a form that was 
matchless in perfect symmetry and beautiful contour. Nothing had marred the 
superbly matured form of what was once a young girl of supreme beauty with 
lines and curves suggesting Venus. Every inch of the handsome figure seemed 
to bubble over with radiant health. Rich, round, strong bubbies, full to 
bursting, seemed eager to spurt jets of passionate milk from their stiff 
outstanding nipples. An alluring tuft of flaxen curls shaded the plump 
prominent mound in which appeared a deep slit between the protruding fat 
lips, opening and closing with that throbbing pulsation found only in 
vigorous manifestations of an animal in heat. But when she turned to lock 
the door, I beheld the most ravishing handsome white bottom, rippling with 
dimples in the trembling flesh, that I ever hoped to see. Like two 
abnormally large flushing peaches, her buttocks stuck out impudent and 
buxom. "Good God," I exclaimed, "come here quick, Nita, I must have that 
gorgeous voluptuous bottom." 

She rushed to the bed and fell on me with a gasp and groan. Her pulpy red 
lips kissing every inch of that towering weapon she craved. She almost 
devoured it. I reached out and drew the famished woman to my side and she 
clung to me as a hungry hound to a piece of meat. 

I at once bounded on top of her. Instinctively Nita wound her beautiful 
well-shaped limbs about me. 

"Ach, man, foock me, foock me to death. It's the first I've had in years," 
she cried. I made up my mind to give the beautiful Mrs. Nolsen a treat she 
would not soon forget. I got into a position from which I could operate in a 
way to afford her pleasure and produce voluptuous sensations but could 
thoroughly enjoy the sensuous banquet of flesh, so wantonly and unexpectedly 
thrown my way. I lewdly fondled her delectable charms most greedily. Taking 
my penis in one hand, I worked its knob between the elastic fat lips of one 
of the most adorable pussies I had ever had. The action and manipulation of 
Nita's firm milky bubbies and their stiff red points inflamed her to a pitch 
of frenzy. When my tool was well lubricated I inserted the plum-shaped head 
in the puckering, quivering orifice and pushed. 

Never before feeling anything so large, the woman squealed and exclaimed: 
"Ach, Gott, how lufly it hurts. Put it all-all in me." 

I got well on top of the buxom form, drew her fat legs up over my hips and 
with one ferocious shove buried it to the hilt. 

Sheathed in a hot clinging vigorous nest, I experienced sensations which few 
women ever afforded me. This woman, hot and overwrought with sexual desire, 
yielded quickly to the voluptuous sensations. The pulsations of the big knob 
held firmly against her womb sent her blood boiling and she was speechless 
with ravishing delight. Her eyes rolled and her lips quivered. She groaned, 
the groans coming quicker and quicker rose to cries, and then I got the full 
meaning of a woman's joy, denied and starving for the delights of the flesh. 

"Oh, Gott in Himmel," she gurgled, "I-I-coom." 

Only the whites of her eyes showed; her face, distorted with the agony of 
intense erotic pleasure was a picture of lust that pleased me. Her frenzied 
orgasm made her tremble and quiver. I felt each spasm in her pulsating womb 
and the ferocious nipping all along my penis. Nita sank into a blissful 
languor, and I then began a slow in and out action to produce the friction 
that we both wanted. It soon produced another ecstatic orgasm for her, this 
time a little less frenzied, but long and sensuous. Another followed in 
close succession. The poor woman was hungry for it and took all the 
delightful sensations she could get, finally saying in a voice and words 
choking with emotion: "Oh-you-wonderful-man-why-you-not-coom. I want 
to-f-feel-you coom." 

"Yes, my dear," I said, as I continued to thrust with greater energy. "I'll 
come now-now." I slipped her legs down and folded her in my arms and began 
to thrust harder than ever. "There-there-Nita-there, how heavenly I spend." 
I then shot delicious spermy juice in a long thick stream, the spending of 
which made her see stars; it was intensely ecstatic. In a half-dazed 
condition I raised up and spoke flatteringly in a way that made the poor 
woman smile through her tears of agonizing pleasure. "Oh, Nita, I never 
fucked such an adorable woman, you are too lovely for words-God, how tight 
and delicious." 

She faintly replied: "Oh, Mister Tolman, you are the lufliest man. Oh, Gott, 
why hasn't my man got one like yours, eet ees so long, so beeg and it makes 
me come so lufly. Oh, Gott in Himmel, you are so stiff yet." 

"Yes-yes, my lovely Nita, you keep it stiff with your adorable cunt, it 
bites so nice. Put your legs together when I raise up-so, that's fine," I 
said, as she brought her fat thighs together, imprisoning my long thick tool 
in her tight box flooded with hot juice. "Now, dear girl, I'll treat you to 
one that you'll not forget." 

"Oh, Gott, I'll never forget the first one," she cried. It was now nearly 
six o'clock and I knew that the woman had to be downstairs soon, so I began 
an irresistible, long, deep pushing, my strong limbs squeezing hers together 
in a passion that was devouring. My hips flew up and down producing a 
friction of parts that made us both maudlin. The piston-like strokes brought 
us both to an ecstatic climax. I sank down on the hard springy, upstanding 
bubbies, groaned, and let fly my fresh store of sap. "Oh, Gott, vee 
coom-to-get-ter," cried Nita, as her tightly crammed cunt strained and 
sucked my bursting penis. It never stopped until the woman, frantic with 
voluptuous delight had sucked two juicy spends in delirious succession from 
me. It was all I could do to pull my spent tool from the clinging lips and 
walls of Nita's gorged and satisfied cunt. 

I revived her with a drink of brandy, taking one myself. She arose and 
almost tottered as she drew on her wrapper and the thick stream of spend ran 
down her thighs. She never spoke but went below. I quickly dressed. As I 
started down I saw Ollie ahead of me. I didn't speak but went on slowly. 
Ollie rushed into the kitchen and seeing her mother's bright red cheeks, 
heavy languorous eyes and happy smile she stopped and suddenly exclaimed: 

"Why, Mamma, what has happened to you? You look as if you had been drinking 
or were drunk. What makes you look so happy?" 

"Hoosh, hoosh, Ollie, I am drunk-drunk with-man, I am-Oh, so happy-I 
feel-like-a colt. Oh, Gott, Ollie, don't ever tell. I've been in bed with 
him, the new man." 

"Heavens, Mamma," cried Ollie, "I'll never tell, he-he foocked me last 
night. Isn't he just grand. Gott, I could let him do it every night." 

"Gott help uns," cried the mother, "I believe you have a baby." 

"Oh, no, Mamma, he told me what to do-I washed it all out." 

I overheard all and saw them. Nita's face was a study at Ollie's sudden 
confession. After that they became very confidential and acted like two 
chummy thieves. 

Each helped the other to indulge in making plans in their new found 
pleasure. I ate my breakfast alone. Both women waiting on me with 
vivaciousness and wanton flaunting of their opulent charms as they moved 
about. I said to them that I would spend the day hunting in the woods. That 
same evening I learned that John and Nita would go early the next morning to 
the city to shop and attend to some business and would leave Ollie behind to 
prepare my meals. 

Ollie and I spent the evening together in the hammock, making love to each 
other and indulging our amorous feelings in fondling and toying. We made 
plans to spend the following day when we would be alone, in bed together. I 
wished to conserve my energies and love liquor so we refrained from 
indulging in anything more suggestive than kisses, feelings and fingerings. 
Ollie got so randy and hot that she begged me to fuck her just once with my 
big doddle, as she liked to call it, but I desisted, saying that I would 
give her all that she wanted the next day. "Ach, man," she murmured, "you 
are not a real man if you won't foock me or make me feel good with your 
finger." I had the girl's waist half off and her snowy bubbies exposed. 

I sucked them and kissed them all over, sucking the cockish stiff nipples, 
at the same time molding her thighs and bottom with sensual motions. I never 
missed such a chance. 

Toying with a pretty plump woman always kept me in a highly charged 
condition for prolonged fleshy indulgences with my passions. With a husky 
passionate young woman like Ollie Nolsen in the full flesh of animalism and 
knowledge of sexual powers it was different. She radiated hot longings, and 
bubbled over with amorous passion and youthful lust. In her desires to be 
fucked, she became maudlin. She tore open my trousers and ferociously drew 
out my turgid penis. With an impulse born of wild lust she fell on it like a 
hound to a bone and kissed it all over. She lipped it and tried to get the 
head into her mouth. It was too large. She toyed with the hard wrinkled 
balls and gurgled: "Oh you beauty, I could eat you." Her strong hands 
squeezing and manipulating, together with her clinging mouth, almost made me 
spend. I pushed her off and laid her back. She thought that I was about to 
mount her, when I suddenly dropped to my knees. I pushed her dress up and 
pressed the soft fat thighs apart and gazed on her by the light of the moon. 
I noted a delicious savory odor of the young woman's heat. It was enticing. 
I knew that she was clean and wholesome and was quickly convinced that she 
was delectably kissable between her legs. I concluded to introduce her to 
the French kiss. Of course she had never heard of such a thing and when I 
lightly kissed the lips of her pouting pussy she gave a little gasp and cry: 

"Oh, Mister Gus, who ever heard of kissing a girl there?" 

"Wait, Ollie dear," I replied, "you'll like it-I'm going to fuck you with my 
tongue." Again she gasped and exclaimed, "Oh, my Gott." 

I lavishly kissed along her thighs and belly, and the pouting lips of her 
soft slit. I pulled them apart and buried my mouth in the juicy meat. Ollie 
quivered, gave little gasps and almost screamed when I ran my tongue into 
the tight orifice and wriggled it around. I enjoyed the succulent freshness 
of her lovely, young pussy with a keen relish. It was so different from any 
of those that I had ever kissed before. It was so tight and passionately 
warm. When I did get my tongue all the way in and rubbed my teeth against 
the protruding clitty the surprised girl jerked up her prominent mound in 
convulsions of hot longing. 

I heard the soft moans increase to little gasping cries: "Oh-Oh-Goos, that's 
so-lufly-Oh, dear, it's-it's coming." Her lovely fat legs were entwined 
about my neck, and her thighs closed tight against my head and face and held 
me in a convulsive grip when her orgasm came. 

In her spending spasms her vagina sucked hard on my tongue. It was 
ferocious. Ollie's little drops of spurting juice, warm from her womb, 
moistened my tongue and before the spend was complete, I withdrew my tongue 
and, drawing the puckered orifice with its throbbing lips into my mouth, 
chewed and sucked like mad. Ollie fainted and cried: "Oh, Gott, it's-it's 
coming again-Oh, it's-so-good!" 

The long gurgling groans bespoke the girl's ecstatic pleasure. I eagerly 
lapped up the girlish sap. Her legs loosened and fell away as she swooned in 
a faint. I took her in my arms and whispered, "Ollie, dear, I never kissed 
such a sweet adorable pussy in my life." 

She replied in a voice faint and low, trembling with passionate emotions: 
"Will you kiss me that way again?" 

"Yes, dear, tomorrow." After she recovered we both prepared to retire. She 
paused before going upstairs to say: 

"Goos, I am so glad that you gave Mamma a nice time this morning. Poor 
Mamma, she never gets it any more. They leave on the first train at six in 
the morning." 

I was up to see Ollie's parents off. Nita managed to get a word with me, 
telling me to be careful and not get Ollie in the family way, and to Ollie 
she said: 

"Be careful and do what Mr. Tolman tells you. He knows what to do." 

Ollie had dressed most attractively for me. Leaving off troublesome drawers 
and corsets she wore a short-skirted dress with a sleeveless waist so loose 
and open, her gorgeous young bubbies betrayed their rounded forms with every 
movement. The short skirt revealed her handsome rounded legs and bare 
dimpled knees, a pair of black silk stockings setting off alluringly the 
pink and white smooth flesh of her legs and thighs. She was justly proud of 
her youthful charms and displayed her pride in showing them before my ogling 
glances. 

After she had put away the breakfast things, she stood before me and 
throwing her head back with a saucy smile and puckering lips and throwing 
out her plump impudent bubbies, she temptingly said: 

"Come, kiss your poosy." With eyes shining and a sudden upward pull of her 
skirt, she flashed in bewildering wantonness her fluffy pussy. The picture 
goaded me. I sprang forward and almost crushed the girl in a mad passionate 
embrace and glued my mouth to hers, our tongues meeting. 

With my usual morning hardon I was now so rampant that my prodigious tool 
poked the girl's belly and alert pussy. It made her randy and hot for it. We 
didn't tarry long but locking up the house we went to my room. There was a 
large mirror on my dresser which I arranged to reflect onto the bed. Quickly 
undressing, I laid down. When Ollie saw all this she tore her clothes off in 
hot haste and showed herself with innocent wanton boldness in lascivious 
alluring poses. I gloated and feasted my eyes on the nude form of the most 
beautifully shaped young woman ever I beheld. The curving back, dimpled and 
white, melted into round, saucy buttocks that stood out plump and soft; the 
baby-like flesh rippling and its pretty dimples aquiver with tingling lust. 

On down my eyes swept to the beautifully rounded swelling hips and 
symmetrical thighs, melting in rounded knees full of dimples, and a pair of 
legs and ankles that were matchless in graceful curves. Her bubbies were 
remarkably lovely and exquisitely molded, with their ruby buds so strong and 
buxom. My inflamed penis bounded and throbbed. Every muscle in my body was 
tense with passion. Ollie threw herself onto me and devoured me with kisses 
and hands in her eagerness to possess me. I crushed the husky form to me in 
a mad embrace, enjoying lustfully the girl's caresses. She said: 

"You handsome man, you must kill me-fuck me-to-death-Oh, do-it now," cried 
the impassioned girl. "Keep it in me all day." 

I pinched the springy flesh and slapped and squeezed Ollie's hard buxom 
bottom. It cringed under my sharp stinging slaps, and the more and harder I 
slapped, the more maudlin and lustful she got. 

I finally rolled her over and fondled her lovely bubbies and squeezed her 
fat juicy slit. She was panting with animal passion. I got over her and told 
her to put her legs over my back. Her thighs were thus stretched apart. "Put 
it in for me, girlie," I said. She had some difficulty in holding the 
rampant weapon. It kept springing out of her hand. She finally, with much 
laughter, got the head in the right place. I shoved, and with much groaning 
and some excruciating pain produced by the difference in size and strength, 
finally got it all in. 

"Does it hurt?" I asked. 

"Ah, it hurts good-don't-stop-shove-it-way-up-in-my-belly-Oh-Goot-I 
cum-lufly-Oh, God, I could die." I had finally buried my penis, and its 
throbs had touched her off. Not until her blissful state of ecstasy had 
subsided and she came, too, did I indulge my own erotic feelings in those 
frictional movements that thrill one. Ollie's tight little box had 
contracted so that I had difficulty in moving in and out, so I got both arms 
around the roly-poly bunch of sweetness, glued my mouth to her moist pulpy 
lips, then concentrated my virile, passionate strength and flowing 
magnetism. The soft velvety flesh yielded to my straining arms as they 
crushed into its sensitive liveliness. I knew that I was hurting the girl, 
for with every convulsive hug my tool expanded and she gasped and choked. 

"Am I hurting you, darling?" I said. "Oh, Gott, yes, but don't stop. Every 
time you hurt I have that lufly feelings." 

My penis was now gliding in and out with slow sensual lubricity that sends 
thrills and chills all through a man and a woman. Ollie was exquisitely 
voluptuous. Her legs slipped down and were wound about my limbs holding me 
in a hungry grapple. I tingled down to my toes, which seemed to curl up. My 
scalp was creepy, my hair felt as if it was curled up into kinks. Each 
thrust of my penis was met by a snappy jerk of Ollie's frenzied pussy. I 
yielded to the luxurious sensuous thrills. I know that I bellowed and yelled 
"Oh-Oh-Ollie, I'm-coming!" 

Almost crushing the poor girl with a brutal crunching of bones, I exploded 
with prolonged sensuous stirring of lustful appetites, the pent-up sap 
overflowed, and long rich creamy spurts gushed from my belching pego in a 
delirium of thrilling spasms. 

"Ollie," I exclaimed, "feel it come. God, how ravishing-how lovely you 
are-that's right-suck the juice out of me-suck you beauty-Ah! 
Oh!-come-you-hot-little-cunnie." 

Ollie screamed and expired in a swoon of delirious ecstasy. Gasping and 
panting we sank back into a sea of bliss that lasted for an hour in which 
our bodies were in contact, and conveying to each other amorous congeniality 
and sympathy, soon recovered our lustful desires for each other. 

The firm mellow flesh of Ollie's buxom arms folded in the arms of a virile 
strong man, whose hard firm flesh imparted sexual power and vigor, again 
aroused in her, fresh longings for further indulgences. My amorous caresses 
and magnetic touches on highly sensitized nerves in the unsophisticated girl 
made her itch and burn for more sexual pleasure. Her amorous passions 
prompted her to a wanton indulgence of eroticism. 

She displayed a keen lustful interest and joy in examining my sexual 
splendors. How she did toy with that abnormal love-giver. How she giggled 
when her manipulations of the tightly wrinkled balls and thick chubby mass 
of impressionable penis made it swell. How her eyes sparkled, and how she 
blushed when she took the soft pulpy head in her mouth, rolling her tongue 
around it, lovingly, till it expanded and hardened. Her soft moist lips, 
slipping it in and out of her distended mouth, maddened me into a fury of 
lust. I gloated over the succulent sweet lasciviousness of her husky little 
cunt, which snapped open and shut with lustful longings. 

"Let's try a new position, Ollie," I said. "You get over me with your face 
towards my feet and your handsome big bottom over my face." 

She laughed and eagerly complied. When I beheld the most adorable and 
fascinating rump I had ever seen, I was lavish with profuse admiration. 
Passing my hands, feverish with lust, over the smooth, white surface of her 
big buxom bottom that looked like a full moon in its complete roundness, I 
exclaimed with carnal lust: "Ye Gods, Ollie, what a gorgeous bottom, I must 
kiss it." Pulling the girl up, I kissed the velvety flesh of both cheeks. 
Then pulling the cheeks apart as far as I could, I lewdly kissed the bottom 
of her cunnie with deep thrusts of my tongue. It was clean and sweet, for 
Ollie had thoroughly cleansed herself before getting into bed. 

Between the fat cheeks bulged the pouting lips of Ollie's adorable slit 
framed in light brown silky curls. The juicy inner lips protruded red and 
meaty, glistening with lubricity. I tickled them with my tongue. Ollie was 
lipping and tonguing the knob of my now turgid tool. "Oh, Goos, can't I have 
it now?" she pleaded. 

"Gee, yes," I answered. "Move down." I held my tool in my hand and worked 
the purple knob between the soft lips and when Ollie felt the hot post at 
the entrance, she dropped heavily on the massive weapon. The passionate girl 
groaned and shook her big voluptuous rump, then settled down sheathing my 
whole eight inches with a greedy gulp. What a sensuous picture I had before 
me as I saw the crimson flesh of a succulent hot cunt clinging greedily 
about my tool like an elastic band, sucking to get more. In the mirror I 
watched the curving back and voluptuous bottom undulate in a spiral twisting 
movement to produce the friction that the lustful girl craved. 

I caressed and spanked the round white cheeks and drew them apart that I 
might watch the lips of her cunnie clinging to my throbbing affair. What a 
lascivious picture it was to my gloating eyes. How I did shiver and wallow. 
I felt that I had never experienced anything quite so ravishing to my 
lustful nature. Ollie's pointed titties were tickling my knees with their 
rosy points. She crooned and gurgled her lustful efforts to please both of 
us and goaded herself on like a lash. Her sucking, pinching cunnie rose and 
fell, increasing in speed till the friction brought her passions to a 
climax. She screamed and shook her beautiful rump and buried her face 
between my legs and moaned. I felt the short spasm of the spending womb, the 
throbbing nips, and the girl's hot love essence squirt around my sheathed 
penis. As the gratified Ollie lay prone with my joy-giver buried deep in 
her, I exclaimed, "My God, how good it is-I-come ... Oh-Oh!" 

After a blissful die-away, we went to the bathroom where we relieved 
ourselves and then returned to dress. Ollie put on a youthful dress 
extending only to her knees to give me plenty of opportunity to watch her 
legs. She then put on red silk stockings. Under this pretense of a dress she 
wore nothing, having planned to give me as much freedom as possible. We got 
dinner together when I sought every opportunity to feel and fondle lustfully 
the lovely velvety charms of the buxom lass. In fact I had my hand on the 
big plump bottom most of the time, occasionally getting my fingers into the 
juicy slit. Both of us were in a constant state of lustful desire. While 
Ollie waited for dinner to cook she came to where I was sitting on a kitchen 
chair. I slipped my hands up and down the silky legs and handsomely formed 
thighs, spanking the elastic cheeks of her lovely buttocks. Her dress was 
open and the full round globes of her snowy bubbies were impudently thrust 
in my face. I sucked the saucy red tips. I was well primed for another go at 
the girl, and she was as hot as a blister. I wore only a light bathrobe, and 
my penis was erect and throbbing. "OO-oo," ejaculated Ollie, looking down at 
it. "Let's do it now." I was keen to have a piece on the chair, so I told 
her to straddle me, which she did, after removing her only raiment. 

I feasted my eyes on the voluptuous vision for a moment where Ollie's mound 
was prominent and swollen. The lips were thick and pouting with lustful 
sensations. She was a lovely specimen of vigorous, burning passion. I 
clasped her hips and buttocks in my arms and drew the palpitating girl over 
my lap as she parted her beautiful thighs. Guiding my tool I inserted the 
knob in her juicy quivering notch. Supported on her feet she carefully let 
herself down deliberately and carefully, her eyes swimming in lust. Little 
cries escaped the impaled girl as she wriggled herself down and sheathed the 
long thick penis. With both hands I molded the firm round buttocks, and 
enjoyed with thrilling zest this position for I could bury my face in the 
velvety bubbies and suck the stiff red nipples. The caress of her smooth 
round belly and the mingling of the hair was exquisitely titillating. 

"Oh, Goos," cried Ollie, "Oh-it's-so-goot. It's com-coming!" My penis was 
throbbing against her quivering womb, when she suddenly fell forward and 
gluing her red mouth to mine, spent with moans. I prolonged the sensuous 
enjoyment of Ollie with lickerish delight. When she came and felt the 
tormenting itch for friction in her inflamed tight cunnie she began to move 
up and down and twist and wriggle her buxom bottom, imparting sensations 
that made both her and myself maudlin. I groaned and writhed. The 
deliciously sensuous action of her nipping and sucking cunt was so 
delightful I could not resist nature's impulse. I bellowed. My toes curled. 
Thrills of exquisite sensations made me tremble: "Oh 
how-you-can-fuck!-There-there-it comes!" The limpid delirious sap shot into 
Ollie's ravenous box with creamy, unctuous spurts that made me see stars. 
Ollie screamed and trembled prettily as she, too, went off, her warm girlish 
juices mingling with my own balsamic effusion. 

After a long blissful ecstasy, folded in each other's arms, we came to. 
Ollie raised herself and let the spent penis slip out. Our combined juices 
ran out of her inflamed and snapping pussy and fell in a puddle on the 
floor. It looked like pearly cream on the dark floor. Ollie gazed long at 
it, and then with a lickerish expression, softly spoke: 

"Oh, Goos, my darling-I'd luff to taste that stuff-it made me coom so nice. 
Oh, Gott, it was lufly. Could you coom in-in my mouth?" quivered the girl 
with a sensuous smile. 

"Why yes, Ollie dear, if you'll try. We'll suck each other off this 
afternoon." 

After this we ate dinner in the nude. I never before had such a memorable 
meal in my life. Ollie was voluptuous and delectable as we sat opposite with 
her adorable titties and nude charms so sensuously exposed. 

After dinner we again went to my room and spent the afternoon in bed. To me, 
having a pretty, adorable, fresh young damsel like Ollie Nolsen with me and 
time to burn, was a feast of sensuousness, rarely if ever enjoyed by the 
average man. 

A delectable female, affectionate and amorous, with a form so deliciously 
perfect was a sharp stimulant to me, whose lustful appetites and poignant 
desires were for the moment dulled after freely indulging. Ollie, like any 
vigorous sexually strong and amorous young woman who had tasted the joys of 
voluptuous intercourse with a powerfully magnetic man who fascinated her, 
was true to nature, a seething furnace of unquenchable erotic passion. She 
toyed and played with me like a healthy young pup with a mastiff. She 
cuddled my penis in her velvety bubbies. She took the soft pulpy mass in her 
mouth, lipping and chewing it gleefully and hungrily. The contact of her 
cool flesh, soft and smooth as a baby's, the thick tuft of silky curls on a 
plump swelling mound, the glorious thighs, shapely legs, and plumply dimpled 
knees all afforded me a subtle titillating aphrodisiac. My testicles were 
again filled with a fresh sap in the making, while Ollie's efforts were 
rewarded with my abnormally large penis standing proudly magnificent and 
eager. The delighted girl cried out, in her impulsive eroticism: 

"Oh, Goos, my beautiful lover, you are so beeg and stiff, give it to me 
again and make me hot and foock me hard." 

"Ah, Ollie," I exclaimed, "you are the most fascinating and loveable girl I 
ever knew. How would you like to be my wife and mistress?" 

The girl gasped: "Oh, Mister Tolman," she exclaimed, "I-I could never leave 
Mamma-let me think about it." 

I folded the ravishing girl into my arms and said in a low, passionate 
voice: "Come, girlie, lie on your back, open your legs and give me your 
perfect cunt, and I'll give you my cock." Ollie quickly got onto her back, 
spread her lovely white thighs apart and presented her passionate pussy. 
This time she instantly took my sturdy penis in her hand and guided it to 
her quivering slit. I plunged and buried the well-primed tool to the hilt 
and worked it firmly in and out. Resting on my hands I gazed lustfully on 
Ollie's pretty face and into her limpid blue eyes, swimming in mists of 
passion. I could also feast my eyes on her beautiful bubbies turbulent with 
emotion. I felt the clasping of her passionate thighs as the lively friction 
produced by my rapid thrusts caused intense sexual excitement. Ollie's moans 
and cries with each spasm of ecstasy was music to me in my taste for 
sensuousness. The prolonging of my lustfulness and enjoyment goaded the 
emotional and passionate girl into a fury of repeated orgasms. She fairly 
wallowed in her ecstatic screaming every time, as I molded a plump bubbie in 
my hand and strained my prodigious penis against her passionate womb. 

"Oh, my lover," she finally groaned, "give me the juice." I then let it fly. 
It shot with hot force into her depths. '"Juice," she groaned, coming once 
more. "Oh-that's-so-good-I could die-don't-take-out." 

We rolled over and over convulsed with bestial lust and when the lovely form 
of the girl was on top I glanced into the mirror and gloated on the 
undulating, writhing contours of her handsome bottom, rising and falling in 
her eagerness for frictional action. 

It was a sensual picture, that I never forgot. In a storm of love cries and 
smothered screams and straining bodies we both dissolved and melted away in 
a swoon of ecstasy. 

After a long nap, we got up and bathed all over in cold water and had a good 
stiff drink of brandy. For some time we examined each other's charms, toying 
and gloating until Ollie suddenly remembered my promise to let her taste the 
love-juice. I was nearly exhausted after a lickerish fondling of her 
handsome legs, big bottom and passionate looking titties, and I felt like 
another spend, but to make sure of a satisfactory charge I would always 
indulge in an act of exciting lewdness that would not only refill my 
reservoir, but give Ollie a new thrill. 

Placing her on the edge of the bed, I told her to hold her legs apart with 
her knees up toward her face. This brought her salacious and luscious cunnie 
into full view and wide open. Getting some brandy, I held, the puckering 
orifice open with my finger and thumb, then slowly poured in some brandy 
until the girl's vagina was full. I then held the lips together. Its fiery 
smart made her squeal and writhe. "Oh, Gott," she cried, "I'm on fire." I 
dropped to my knees and sucked all the liquor out of her pussy, and then 
proceeded to lap her off, which she enjoyed with lustful delight. I now had 
a handsome erection and sat on the bed telling Ollie to kneel on the floor 
between my legs. She was an apt pupil in sexual indulgences and quickly 
caught the meaning. She improved her opportunity to examine minutely every 
detail of my sexual splendors. I experienced a salacious thrill as the eager 
girl toyed and fingered my heavy, wrinkled balls and pulled back the tightly 
bound foreskin. She seemed to take playful delight in twisting the silky 
bunch of curls around her fingers with amorous kisses on the turgid knob and 
the light balls, which she tried to get into her mouth. 

She prattled like a young girl over a doll: "Oh, what lufly big balls. They 
are full of juice I don't-wonder-darling-you-can shoot so-much-into-a girl," 
she ejaculated as she kissed the knob again' and again, and slipping her 
moist, full lips around the spongy head, adjusted her mouth to it. 

"Oh, Gee, Ollie," I exclaimed, "that's great. Hold it in your hand and move 
it up and down with sudden jerks-so-so-that's fine, girlie," I said as the 
skin yielded and I felt the friction on my rigid penis. The picture and 
thoughts of a voluptuously pretty girl performing the lascivious act of 
passionate love acted quickly on me. Ollie's eyes were turned up towards me, 
her buxom plump body clasped in my legs had started the sap of sexual love. 

The girl felt it surging through my tight balls in her hand, "Oh, 
it's-coming-girlie-look and see it spurt." For a quick look she released the 
knob just as the cream sap was shooting out in the first spasm. Its pearly 
jet shot out thick and creamy. She gasped, then quickly clasped her pulpy 
red lips over the spouting knob and sucked ravenously as she squeezed the 
rigid shaft. The remainder of the splendid charge came in three long gushes, 
which filled her mouth. I howled with ecstasy. "Oh, girlie, that's 
so-good-suck-hard-jerk-fast-Oh, God! that's gorgeous-OO-oo-Oh." I sank back, 
moaning and convulsed, as she continued to extract the last drops of 
aromatic liquor. She made a choking sound; "swallow it darling," I managed 
to mumble. I heard the gurgling sound as the impassive girl gulped down the 
hot juice. "Gee, Oh, my God, Ollie, what a peach of a cock-sucker you 
are-that's great." 

Ollie looked up into my face with eyes afloat and lips glistening with my 
pearly spend-"Oh, Goos, how nice it tastes. I luff it." She then gave a 
groan and sank to the floor, once more experiencing an orgasm induced by her 
lewd, and-to her-novel act. I had laid back on the bed, for the time being 
satiated and exhausted. Ollie crawled to my side and we both sank into a 
lustful sleep. It was nearly six when we awoke and dressed to prepare 
supper. The old folks returned at seven-thirty. 

I was not very keen about lingering with the family, so I retired early to 
get back my normal sexual balance. It was three days later when I betook 
myself to the woods with my rifle to hunt, and was made the male actor in a 
comedy which was enacted in the following manner. 

I realized that I had to conserve my powers to successfully enjoy the 
luxurious feasts of flesh coming my way. The daily mingling with two such 
sensuous, adorable females as Ollie and her mother titillated my lustful 
nature and kept me in a constant state of sexual excitement. Ollie had 
related her experiences to her mother, of the day alone with me, and she 
had, in turn, confessed to her husband how she had, in her starved 
condition, allowed the handsome boarder to give her a taste of real joy. He 
did not seem to be disturbed over his wife's indiscretions but was rather 
pleased to think that she could get relief. The idea filled him with 
lecherous delight to be once more able to perform the act himself, as we 
shall see in another chapter. Having learned from his wife what a wonderful 
penis I had, John was eager to see and made no bones about seeking the 
opportunity. It happened one morning when John took the fruit to me at the 
suggestion of his wife. He did not stop to knock but boldly walked in, 
finding me with my usual morning erection, inflamed and stately, expecting 
Nita for her morning piece. 

John stood gasping with astonishment: "Gott," he exclaimed, "it's no wonder 
the Frau is crazy about you. Tell me, Mister Tolman, how can I get my old 
boy to stand like yours?" I was amused, then explained how, with certain 
treatment and lewd actions with his wife, he could have a respectable 
hardon. The vision of my magnificent tool and the prescribed treatment had 
an effect on the jaded passion of the man. I noticed the swelling in his 
tight breeches. 

"Take it out, John, and let me see what you have got," I said. With a sudden 
pride, the man already feeling randy, displayed his penis, now showing signs 
of life. It was normal in size, but showed signs of atrophy. 

"Ah, John," I said, "with a little coaxing you can have as big and stiff a 
penis as any woman would wish for. I'll go to town some day and get the very 
medicine to put life in that sleepy tool of yours." With a leer in his eyes 
and a groan, John cried out: "I could do it now." Just then Mrs. Nolsen came 
into the room. She wondered what had kept John so long, and so concluded to 
find out. When she saw her husband with his breeches open and his cock 
almost rigid, she gasped: "My boy," I said, "you two lie down here and have 
a good fuck." Nita needed no further urging. 

John was quickly on top of her giving her a lively taste of his suddenly 
revived powers. The daughter, thinking it strange that both had remained 
upstairs so long ran up and into my room. The sight that met her astonished 
daze caused a scream: "Oh, how did it happen?" Then seeing me on my back and 
my penis standing straight up, she threw off her gown, jumped on me and 
quickly sheathed it in her pussy that was itching to be crammed. Delicious 
orgasms rewarded all four after a short orgy of fiery passion. Then I made 
known my plan for the rejuvenation of John, which was as follows: 

My visit to the city resulted in purchasing a half dozen pairs of passionate 
silk stockings for each of the women. They were varied in color and 
delighted the girls who put them on and paraded up and down before us, 
showing off their pretty rounded voluptuously shaped legs. For John I bought 
an aphrodisiac in the shape of a dozen bottles of cantharides, and a 
specially made elastic binder and vibrator for use on his weak sexual 
organs. He was also presented with a book, Rekindling Old Fires. John was 
eager to begin the treatments. 

It made Nita hot to think of the operations to come. The stage was set for 
that evening for the new, and to them, highly sensational operation of 
rejuvenating papa Nolsen, Both women were to strip naked, but were to keep 
on a pair of red stockings, thus presenting an alluring picture of carnal 
lust. Both John and I stripped. John laid on the bed in front of a mirror. I 
directed Nita to get over him with her gorgeous bottom spread over his face 
and in a position to take his flabby penis in her mouth, which she did, 
rolling and winding her tongue about it. The act made her so randy that she 
spread her fat succulent pussy on John's face. Ollie giggled and John did 
not seem to like the idea of being smothered with a juicy cunt, but his tool 
began to stiffen. 

Nita released it and it got soft again. I placed the elastic binder around 
the root close to his flabby testicles to hold in place the blood which 
would soon flow into his penis. I then directed Ollie to apply some 
cantharides to his knob and under it with a feather, and all down between 
his legs and over his balls. John began to twist and squirm from the effects 
of the blistering, teasing application. He began to howl and groan with the 
smart, but it was nevertheless effective. The atrophied parts got red and 
inflamed. His penis began to swell and stiffen slightly. Nita's eyes were 
popping as she gloated and gazed on the lewd performance. Both Nita and 
Ollie ran their hands down over his balls and penis, now splendidly stiff. 
"Oh, Gott! Oh, Gott!" cried Nita "At last! At last!" and throwing herself on 
the bed and spreading her magnificent thighs apart, cried out: "Coom, Coom, 
John, diddle me, foock me." He needed no second invitation for he was 
maddened with inflamed sexual desire and lustful emotions. Jumping onto his 
robust wife, he directed his inflamed and turgid tool and howled as he 
plunged it to the hilt into her hot cunnie. She screamed with joy. The scene 
of furious lust, when John indulged his rekindled passions, was a sight to 
behold. Nita spent again and again. 

Ollie giggled and cried out: "Make it coom, make it coom, papa, give her the 
juice, papa." John bellowed and shivered and groaned out his intense 
feelings of physical satisfaction when a long hot charge of sap gushed with 
spurts into the quivering womb of his wife, who crushed him between her 
buxom legs under the ecstatic agony of a complete orgasm. Her nipping cunnie 
extracted John's last drops of balsamic fluid amid cries and groans. 

Ollie and I, infuriated with the voluptuous orgy got together on the same 
bed and assuaged our burning passions in a long drawn out feast of flesh. 

We had many more days of the same kind of pleasures, after which it was time 
for me to return to my home in Washington. 

Passing in and out of the house there, where I had a room, I frequently 
noticed a young lady of attractive face and figure with dark hair, who 
appealed to me very much. 

At the very first I was not so much attracted to her until I noticed how she 
ogled me and the peculiar expression in her eyes whenever she looked my way. 
Then I began to get interested. 

I began to study her. On closer observation I noticed that she was really 
quite pretty in a way, and that she possessed a tempting figure. One 
evening, as we were both returning to our respective rooms, I noticed her 
attire and discovered that she had the room next to mine, looking out onto a 
narrow balcony. She was attractively gowned in a light summer dress with 
short sleeves and the neck was cut low enough to reveal a plumpness of the 
bust. I tarried in the hall to let her precede me up the stairs. 

Her rather short skirts displayed a pair of neat trim ankles and a pretty 
pair of shapely legs fitted in sheer smooth stockings. A pretty leg always 
made me long to see more, and I usually got a hunch as to whether or not I 
could feel of it. I managed to get a long look as she slow'; preceded me up 
the stairs. 

When we reached the top I spoke: "Pardon my intrusion and boldness but I 
would surely like to know the girl with such a pretty figure. You are most 
attractive." 

She gasped and turned a frightened look toward me. I then got a good look at 
her face by means of the light overhead. I noted a peculiar, languorous look 
in her dark eyes. The face had all the marks of a nature which was more or 
less sensual. 

I detected a look of lecherous longing as her eyes swept over me as if she 
were sizing me up. I made up my mind right then to get close to this 
beautiful girl. Her voice trembled and her bosom heaved with apparent 
emotion as she softly murmured: "I am Miss Taylor-who are you?" I introduced 
myself in my usual debonair manner, which seemed to attract her. "May I have 
the pleasure of calling on you?" 

"Sometime," she bashfully answered as she passed through her door and closed 
it. 

I noticed that she did not lock her door, having probably forgotten in her 
confusion. I entered my room and for the first time noticed the very thin 
partition between it and Miss Taylor's room. I later heard strange sounds 
like moans from a woman in distress. Then I distinctly heard a one-sided 
conversation; she was apparently talking to herself and this is what I 
heard: "Oh-Oh-if I could only have a lover like that man," she said 
trembling. "He-he-is so big and handsome." 

I could hear her voice shake, as if she was under some great strain or 
emotion. I remembered the sensual expression on her face as the dreamy, 
pathetic eyes swept over me. Surely, I thought, the poor girl is in heat and 
apparently craves relief. While I was preparing for bed, and removing my 
shoes, my eye caught sight of a register in the partition, evidently used in 
the winter to allow a circulation of warm air. Upon examining it, I found 
that it opened very easily and through the grill frame I had a wide view of 
Miss Taylor's room. In my range of vision I saw the bed and an upholstered 
chair of generous capacity. Opposite this was a bureau with a large tilting 
mirror. 

Miss Taylor was standing before the mirror, slowly removing her waist and 
gazing intently with that same languorous look at some pictures on the wall 
on either side of the mirror. Peering intently, I discovered that they were 
pictures of men, three of a stalwart pugilist in different poses stripped, 
but with a sash to hide his bulging genitals. Other pictures were of actors, 
presumably matinee idols, but the girl's eyes lingered on the muscular 
figure of the pugilist. 

I saw her full red lips move as if she were talking to the fighter. Lifting 
up a pair of pretty white bubbies out of her corset, she bounced them up and 
down, then spoke in a low hysterical voice: "Oh, Jack, see my 
titties-come-to-me-and-fondle them." 

I was no longer puzzled. The girl was hot and she was calling to Jack, the 
pugilist, as an imaginary lover. Her thoughts were lustily centered on the 
fleshy pleasures such a body would impart if she could but hold it in her 
arms and feel the strong sexual embrace and enjoyment that might result. In 
her impulsive emotions the girl tore off her corsets and then slipped out of 
her dress and drawers. She stood there revealed in nothing but her stockings 
and under-vest, which she quickly removed. When I saw what a finely built 
young girl she was, that settled it. She had to be gratified. I lay on my 
back so I could better contemplate with ease what might transpire in the 
girl's room. 

She was about twenty and I could plainly see her white nude body, rich in 
lovely contours and graceful curves, together with a very disturbing view of 
her dark thickly haired pussy and her white cherry tipped bubbies. They made 
me rampant, and my tool was standing straight up. I doubtless would have 
made a rush through the door to the girl if my curiosity had not gotten the 
better of me. I gasped when I saw her press her hand to her pussy and insert 
a finger and again gaze at the picture of the pugilist as she vigorously 
rubbed and worked her finger in and out. 

Her feelings were getting the better of her and as she worked herself up to 
a pitch of passionate frenzy, a wave of erotic emotion spread a lovely glow 
over her shapely charms. As if suddenly thinking of something, she unlocked 
the bureau drawers and extracted a book and a small packet from which she 
selected several pictures, evidently an obscene book, as I later discovered. 

Reclining on the edge of the bed, with one leg hanging over the side, she 
switched on a reading lamp over her head, which gave me a brilliantly 
lighted view of the girl's tempting and sensual body in a voluptuous pose. 
The line of my vision took in every detail of a plump and well defined 
cunnie between a pair of lovely white thighs. The contrast of the dark thick 
curls made her belly and thighs appear like alabaster. 

Adjusting her pillow, the girl began reading, holding two of the pictures on 
the edge of the book, leaving her right hand free. Occasionally she would 
gloat on her own charms reflected in the tilting mirror. At the same time 
she would pinch and titillate the stiff red nipples of her firm round 
bubbies. 

The swelling, curly mound and pretty round belly began to rise and fall with 
convulsions and erotic longings as she gloated over the book and pictures. 
Inflamed to a frenzy the girl's hand slipped down and covered the restless 
pussy. Then with her middle finger she sought to appease her passions with a 
rapid nervous thrust and pressure on the burning clitty. Suddenly, 
apparently coming to a passage in her book which inflamed the poor girl, she 
gasped aloud. I heard a smothered cry-Oh, how lovely-how I'd-like-to-be-in 
her place." Then holding the pictures close she gazed with languorous eyes 
and clasped the whole of the plump curly cunnie in her hand with two fingers 
in it, squeezing it hard. 

The heavy breathing and groans told me of her approaching crisis. Dropping 
the pictures, her head went back to the pillows. Her limbs twitched and 
quivered. The pretty bubbies trembled. Then with a convulsive heave and 
choking expressions of pleasure, as "-Oh-Oh-how-good," spasm after spasm of 
voluptuous ecstasy swept over her in a thrilling orgasm. 

She trembled and shivered terrifically, holding her hand very tightly over 
her cunnie for a short while, and then seemed to die away in a languorous 
doze for a few minutes. When she finally picked up her book and continued to 
read she was so worked up that she was as frantic for relief as before. All 
the time she had held her hand on her moist cunnie, though without moving it 
at all. Occasionally she would pick up the pictures again and look at them 
and then go back to her book. This she kept up for some little time, for the 
book was apparently very interesting. 

Finally, however, she threw down the book and began irritating herself in 
real earnest. Her magnificent bubbies she could just pull up so as to make 
her lips grasp the nipples and these she sucked hard, at the same time 
playing her fingers around her cunnie. Then she used one hand to inflame her 
clitoris and with the other hand she inserted a finger deep in her cunnie 
until, judging by her emotions, she was coming, she frantically drove three 
fingers deep into it and worked them in and out fast until she died away in 
a glorious spend. 

This sight was too much for me. I was lying on my back and was naked. I had 
become so inflamed and highly sensitized that the scene was like a match to 
dry powder. My erect and well primed penis went off and shot stretches of 
pearly juice high into the air. It was all that I could do to withhold a cry 
of delight, for the spend and the sensations accompanying it were terrific. 
It fell in little puddles all over my belly as I watched the throes and last 
tremors of the gratified girl. She got up, put on her nightgown and 
replacing the book and pictures in the bureau drawer, retired. 

I quietly closed the register and crawled into bed. In the morning I awoke 
with my usual morning hardon and lay awake planning how to have Miss Taylor 
and to get a glimpse of her book and pictures. I heard her go out at 
seven-thirty. Getting up and dressing I took the key to my bureau drawer, 
feeling sure that it would also fit her drawer. Going to her door I found it 
unlocked. Entering and closing the door I tried the key. It fitted. I found 
the book that the girl had been reading and the package of pictures. The 
book was called The Education of Laura and was intended to inflame passion 
and instruct girls in sexual pleasures. The photos were faithful pictures of 
men and women together in all the known positions of indulgence. 

No wonder I thought that she was a masturbator. But why she resorted to it 
was a mystery to me for she was a girl to attract any man sexually. I made 
my plans to see her that evening when she would return from work. She 
returned and dressed for dinner in a most attractive dress, and for some 
unknown reason left off her corsets and put on a pair of those late 
fashionable rosettes coming just above the calf, leaving the knees bare. 

Apparently she was prone to making herself attractive to men. On this 
occasion she wore very little under a thin organdy dress, through which 
could be seen the distinct outlines of a remarkably well-shaped leg and 
thigh. She also left off her drawers. It might have been that she wanted to 
make a hit with me, but that I didn't know yet. She was standing in the main 
hall before the open front door when I came out of the dining room. My alert 
eye caught the alluring view as the light showed through the girl's skirts, 
outlining the attractive curves and contours. 

Passing out on the large veranda, where there were chairs, all occupied but 
one, which Miss Taylor took, I seated myself on a step below and facing her. 
Glancing up I had a tantalizing view of the bare knees, which were crossed 
in careless girlish pose. Several times I caught glimpses of a dark brown 
tuft between the plump white thighs. I was getting too conspicuously 
uncomfortable and randy for comfort. Miss Taylor noticed the restless 
shifting and gloating eyes as I glanced up. She too, got restless. The fact 
that I was watching her with lustful longing aroused all the sensual fires 
in her passionate body. Did I really like her, was probably the girl's 
thought as she watched me out of half-closed eyes. Strategy was one of my 
strong assets. Suddenly I arose and asked her to take a stroll to get an 
ice-cream soda. At first she demurred, then bashfully consented. Once out on 
the street she became a little more sociable. 

"If you don't mind, Mister Tolman, I'd like to have a ginger ale highball," 
she said as we walked along. 

"Sure thing, my dear," I answered, "sodas are not much good when one is as 
uncomfortable as we are. By the way what is your first name?" 

"Margery-Madge for short," replied the girl. For an hour she conversed and 
showed absolutely no signs of the seething desires that were teasing her 
young pussy. Her nature was not revealed. On the way home I took her arm, 
delicately passing my hand up and down the soft cool flesh. 

"Madge, dear," I said to her in my tenderest way, "mayn't I sit with you in 
your room tonight? I have something most important to tell you." 

The poor girl got so frightened and flushed she almost collapsed, but 
answered in a low trembling tone: "I-I don't know-would-would it be safe?" 

"Why, my dear girl, I hope you are not afraid of me, and no one would know 
anything about it in your room," I said reassuringly. She said nothing but I 
could detect a tumultuous storm in the heaving of her firm round bubbies and 
trembling steps. Reaching the house I begged her to remain on the steps 
until I got to my room, then when hearing her enter her room, I would call. 
She followed the instructions to the letter. 

I knocked on the door. I then heard a fluttering voice: "C-Come in." When I 
stood before her in a white silk shirt turned down at the neck and short 
sleeves and wearing blue flannel trousers that displayed my muscular limbs, 
Margery gasped and almost fainted, but finally said: 

"Oh, Mister Tolman, I have never allowed a man in my room before. Tell me 
what you want with a poor working girl like me? You are so big and handsome 
that you embarrass me." The door was closed and covered with drapery that 
smothered out all sounds of voices from within. Madge remained standing as I 
stepped up to her side, and anxious of my opportunity to begin, I said: 

"My dear little girl, what I am going to say is for your own good and 
safety." She again got frightened, her eyes usually so languorous and wide, 
her scarlet lips hung apart as she breathlessly waited. 

"My dear Madge," I said tenderly, "do you know that you are doing yourself 
an awful injury and injustice every time you indulge your passions as you 
did last night?" 

The frightened and surprised girl gasped, "My God!" and then fainted. I 
caught her in my arms and picking her up, I sat down in a large easy chair 
and held the unconscious girl on my lap. The feeling of her soft corset less 
body and pressure of the soft round bottom on my penis inflamed me 
instantly. 

My tool stiffened and assumed its splendid throbbing proportions. Reaching a 
bottle of smelling salts I saw on the-bureau, I held it to her nose, then 
chaffed her hands. Pulling up her skirts I slapped and squeezed the plump 
dimpled knees. My other hand was molding a lovely tittie. My lips were 
grazing a velvety cheek. Presently Madge showed signs of reviving. I fondled 
her bare knees with affectionate caresses and pressures on the nerves that I 
knew would excite sensations of passion, moving my hand always further up. 
Her flesh was like the softest velvet. 

My rampant tool was moving and bounding against her little pussy. Of course 
she could feel it through her clothing. Her eyes opened, she drew a long 
breath and cuddled closer to me, then in a frightened voice she asked: 

"Where am I? What has happened?" 

"In your lover's arms, who thinks you are the most beautiful and sweetest 
little peach in the world. Kiss me, Madge," I said. She didn't speak, but I 
could tell that she was gradually warming up from her restless breathing and 
squirming bottom, but she did not want me to know it. She was shy and 
somewhat frightened at the suddenness of the situation. Finally when she 
remembered what I had told her of the night before, she straightened out and 
putting on an air of injury from the liberty and accusation, she stimulated 
a resentment, but she knew that she was guilty. 

"How do you know-how can you-say-such a thing? How dare you?" I was amused. 
"Why my dear," I replied, "it was very easy. I was in my room and I 
overheard your moans and cries. I was alarmed and seeing that register I 
took a chance of looking through it to ascertain the trouble, and what I saw 
you doing to yourself made me feel terrible to think that a lovely young 
girl like you would injure yourself in that way. Tell me Margery, why do you 
do it, when you can have a lover?" 

"Then with a trembling voice and tears in her dark eyes, she related how she 
had been taught to gratify her passions, that all her life she had been a 
victim of uncontrollable passions-that because a girl friend had once let a 
man have her and she became pregnant and she was always afraid to let a man 
have her out of fear. 

"Why, Gus, that same girl always after that gratified herself with her 
fingers. She was like me, always hot, and it was she who taught me to do it 
to myself, giving me naughty books and pictures, she got from a man. Is it 
any wonder that I do it?" 

"Not a bit," I answered. "But don't you know that you could have a man 
without serious results?" 

"No! How?" cried the girl. I then explained if a girl indulged her passions 
with a man in the week before her periods or used a strong solution for a 
douche before and after each time, she would be perfectly safe. 

The effect of my hand on her knees and my throbbing tool had so inflamed 
Madge she was in a tumultuous flutter. "OO-oo, Gus," she gasped. "I must 
tell my friend Trixie." Then winding her arms about me she kissed me with 
her moist red lips, clinging to me with ardent longing. Suddenly and with 
impulsive emotion, Madge parted her thighs and whispered: 

"Fondle me-Gus-I-I'm-I'm so passionate." I laid my hand over the curly plump 
nest. "Oh, Gus-put your finger into it-and make me-spend." 

"Ah, no, my dear," I said. "I'm going to break you of that habit, it's not 
good nor healthy for you and besides it's not natural. Why can't we have the 
real pleasures together? It's so much lovelier." 

"Oh, Gus, I'd like to, but I'm afraid. I'd surely get caught and I've never 
done that in my life. I haven't even seen a real live thing, only the 
pictures that I have." 

"Well, my dear girl," I said, "do you want to see one and even have it in 
you and make you feel so good-oh so good, better than you have ever felt 
when you did it with your finger?" 

"Oh, heavens, yes, I'm just insane for it, but I'm too scared of it." 

I had been fondling her smooth round belly and tickling her highly sensitive 
clitty. I stopped and asked her to let me stand up and show her something 
that beat a finger or candle all to bits. Curious and eager with passion to 
see what she had seen in hot lascivious dreams, the girl stood leaning 
against a long library table as I lowered my trousers and released my 
prodigious tool. It popped out and stood proudly erect and flaming with 
fiery vigor. 

The girl, with eyes aflame with wonder and interest, just stood and gazed. 
Her face was a study, first blushing a deep scarlet, then distorted with 
fear, her face lighting up with a hungry gleam of lustful passion. With a 
choking gulp Madge managed to speak in a half whisper: 

"Heavens, Gus, it doesn't look anything like those in my pictures, but it's 
glorious--a monster. My God! How can a girl take it? I never saw a real live 
one before." 

I moved towards the girl and she almost shrank. "Feel it, girlie," I said. 
It won't hurt you." Slyly and with girlish modesty Madge placed her hand on 
it, her fingers just encircling it. They slipped along until her hand held 
the turgid purple knob in its palm, she squeezed it, then gasped, her 
panting bubbies heaving and rising and falling in a tumult of erotic 
sensations. 

Remembering some of the lewd acts shown in the photos and described in her 
book, Madge became very eager. 

"May I kiss it, Gus?" she asked. "Why, of course, if you'll let me kiss 
yours," I replied. 

"Oh-where? when? how?" 

I quickly cleared the table and placed some cushions upon it. 

"Now I'll show you for you are a real scout, Madge, and one of the most 
lovable and fuck-able girls I ever knew," I said. I picked her up and placed 
her on the table with her peachy bottom on the edge, and directed her to 
place her feet on the back of a chair I had drawn up behind me. It was my 
usual preliminary to this, my favorite position to win a woman over. 
Throwing her dress back and exposing Madge's delectable charms, I feasted my 
eyes on one of the prettiest bellies and pussies I had ever seen. Such 
lovely legs and thighs, such a plump and creamy bottom, spread out under the 
fluffy bunch of dark brown curls, through which the pulpy lips of her moist 
cunnie were pouting, opening and closing with hot longing. 

A bright red clitty protruded stiff and pert. Altogether, Margery's pussy 
offered about as tempting a feast as any man would wish to see between a 
pair of shapely legs. I patted and caressed the round white belly and 
velvety plump inside of the girl's thighs, all the time gloating on the 
delicious morsel nestled in a thick tuft of silky curls, till I was hungry 
for it. "Oh, Gus," she said, "will you do what the book calls-lapping the 
cunt?" 

"Why, of course, Madge, and a lot more," I replied as I proceeded to lay 
back the thick soft lips and opened up the red meaty interior, disclosing a 
small puckering orifice, with palpitant longing. I placed my mouth to the 
distended gap and the fragrant mellow lips closed about my mouth. At the 
first thrust of my tongue, Margery almost screamed from the new and novel 
sensation. The faster my tongue glided in and out, the tighter she clasped 
my head between her convulsed thighs. All she could utter was a trembling. 
"Oh, how good-that-feels-Oh, God, don't stop!" 

I then began a lively tongue play on the stiff clitoris till the poor girl 
was almost insane with a desire to spend. "For heaven's sake, bring it," she 
pleaded pathetically. 

"Yes, pet, I'll make you go off and spend more than you ever did before. 
When did you say you were last unwell?" 

"Ten days ago," replied Margery with quickened delight. "Good," I said, 
getting to my feet. I had placed the table in front of the mirror and I 
tilted it to reflect every detail. Taking a soft shapely leg under each arm, 
I opened Margery's moist and quivering cunnie and guiding my restless penis, 
I rubbed the purple knob all about the gap. 

"Watch in the glass," I said, as I titillated the sensitive clitoris. The 
girl was watching every detail, her eyes limpidly languorous, her crimson 
lips parted in a sensuous smile. When I began to force the head of the 
ferocious tool into the tight puckering orifice she gave a smothered groan: 
"You'll never get that big thing into me. It'll kill me." 

"Yes, dear, it'll kill you with pleasure." I got the head well in and then 
stopped to play with the creamy bubbies and tickle her clitty and wait for 
her to get accustomed to the stretched feeling. She began to sigh and squirm 
and then murmured softly: "Oh, Gus, it feels so good-I-I-think that you can 
go a little farther." She closed her eyes and then gripped the table when I 
made a lunge that sent the turgid tool into the juicy depths till it bumped 
against her womb. She gave a smothered scream, her eyes were swimming and 
her bubbies heaving with a voluptuous sensation. Slowly and sensuously I 
moved back and forth now. 

"There, Madge," I said softly, "isn't that nicer than your finger or a 
candle?" 

"Oh, God, yes," she exclaimed, it's heavenly. Do it faster." I held her 
belly and with lively hip action, I twisted and screwed the lustful 
creature. "OO-Oh, it's-lovely-Oh-I'm 
dying-hold-me-it's-coming-Oh-how-good-now-now-Oh, darling." I distinctly 
felt her throbbing womb as each spasm of her orgasm shook her inflamed body 
and made her breathe hard and stammer her expressions of voluptuous 
sensations. The amorous girl was so inflamed that her unappeased passion 
made her call out in her agony of erotic emotions, "Don't stop, for God's 
sake, don't stop-I'm not half gratified-I never imagined-it-was half 
so-lovely to be properly fucked." 

Suddenly realizing my immense tool was still stiff and in full vigor and 
believing that I had spent, Margery looked at me with amazement and dreamy 
eyes and said, "Didn't you come?" 

"No, my lovely little Madge, "I'll not spend until I've made you go off 
again, and say-no more finger fucks for me." 

"I'll never do it that way after this," she replied. "I shall tell my friend 
all about it. Will you give her a treat like this some time, too?" 

"Sure," I replied, "if she'd like me well enough to let me." And then I 
continued to feast my fleshy appetite on the girl's lascivious charms. 
Margery indulged her own sensual nature and revelled in thoughts of 
lascivious pleasures in company with me and her friend Tessie. "Oh, she 
will, Tess will go wild when she meets you and sees your lovely big thing," 
she said. "She is just crazy to have a big strong man. Can't we three make a 
party some night together?" 

"Of course. We'll go to a hotel," I answered, pleased. r 

"Oh, Gus, you make me so passionate, I could scream. Do it faster!" 

I pressed the turgid bursting head against her womb and made it throb and 
tickle her, sending thrills of lustful emotions over her trembling body. 
"Oh, Gus! Oh!" she moaned, as I worked my tool in and out with a lustful 
spiral motion. 

"How's that, girlie?" I asked. 

"Oh, it's great-it's-coming-fuck me-fuck me hard-Oh, my God!" And her eyes 
rolled and sank back into her head, showing only the whites. 

I groaned. I had held back as long as I could. "Oh, baby," I hollered. "I'm 
coming, too-suck it-so-so-" I cried, as Margery's nipping cunnie closed with 
convulsive spasms. "Ah,-there-there," as I shot a charge of hot balsamic 
juice into the girl's belly. She lay still and received the balmy delirious 
juice in ecstasy. 

Before the last sensuous thrill passed, I picked up the half-conscious girl 
and carried her to the bed with my reeking stiff still in her. Getting off 
my shirt, I managed to divest Margery of her clothes and then we lay for 
some time in a languid sea of blissful content, till I got eager for another 
orgasm. 

Getting on top of her, I placed it in her with frenzied frictional thrusts 
till we both died away again in a voluptuously complete finish. I got up and 
returned to my room to let the poor girl sleep off the effects of our dream 
of pleasures such as she had never experienced before. 

Two days later I met Madge and she passed the word to me: "Tessie will be 
here to meet you at eight o'clock in my room. Come at that time and knock." 

I made a careful preparation for conquest and a night with my latest finds. 
First engaging a room at a hotel of unquestioned privacy and then completing 
a toilet that would prove the way to conquest. I wore a Palm Beach suit over 
a sheer silk shirt with no underwear. I had, without a doubt, an attractive 
figure and my close-fitting trousers displayed my muscular limbs and 
abnormal sexual development to good advantage. 

Promptly at eight o'clock I heard Madge in her room, and then a cheery 
voice: "Gee, Madge, Pm just wild to meet your friend. How do I look?" asked 
Tessie as she threw off her cape. "Say, Tess," said Madge, "he will go wild 
and eat you alive when he sees your bare back, it's lovely." She had left 
her entire back exposed to her waistline with but a narrow line over each 
shoulder, the front being so thin that even the stiff red nipple points of a 
pair of the prettiest bubbies stuck out alluringly. Tessie was taller than 
Madge, with remarkably pretty arms and legs-not large but tempting in form 
and shape. She possessed a bottom that was ravishing in contour and agility. 
She wore nothing else but a lace petticoat and black silk stockings, 
gartered well above the knees. 

When I answered the call to enter, the vision that met my gaze, startled me. 
"Miss Tessie Bangs," said Margery, introducing us, "this is Mr. Tolman." I 
bowed low as I took Tessie's hand and kissed it. She shivered for she felt a 
thrill go through her. "Surely," I said, "this is a refreshing pleasure." 
Tess was speechless as her eyes swept over my figure and when she could 
speak, her voice was low and musical, "I am equally delighted," she said, "I 
do hope your pleasure will be equal to mine." 

"Well," I said, "judging from appearance, when I see more of you, I know 
that my pleasure will know no bounds. You are the peach-iest looking and 
most delectable looking chicken I've met in years." She resented the term I 
gave her. Her big blue eyes flashed and with a vivacious but injured dignity 
she retorted: "I beg your pardon Mister Tolman, I'm no chicken and you 
needn't think that because Margery Taylor fell for you and you happen to be 
a handsome brute, I shall fall, too." 

I saw that she meant every word and that I would be obliged to trim her 
claws as I had often done before with others. I replied, looking steadily 
and smilingly into her flashing eyes, "You are a chicken and a deucedly 
tempting bird to broil, and with proper seasoning you will make fine 
eating." Tessie gasped, for she well knew what I meant. 

"I never met up with such nerve before," she said. Her practiced eye caught 
sight of the bulging outlines of my abnormal sexual charm, already showing 
signs of vigor and life. She jumped back with a twist of her pretty 
shoulders and shaking my pendulous bubbies. "My, God, man, but you are 
immense," still gloating on my tool and balls, which showed plainly through 
my light trousers. 

"Pshaw, Tess," spoke up Margery, "you ought to see it out and stiff. Take it 
out, Gus." It was my plan to work Tess up until she was at the point of 
begging for it, but as she seemed curious and willing, I unbuttoned my 
trousers, but first I stepped up to her and without warning clasped her 
lithe and willowy form in my arms and pressed her mound to my rapidly 
stiffening tool by placing a convulsive hand on her plump bottom. 

She tried to wriggle loose, but the more she wriggled the stiffer my penis 
became till it throbbed against her pussy. The sensation was so exciting to 
her that she just hung limp in my arms and shivered. I kissed her and then 
when my mouth closed over her ruby lips, I thrust my tongue into her mouth 
and squeezed her soft bottom with both my eager hands. 

She returned my kisses almost unconsciously as she gazed at me with limpid, 
languorous eyes. Once or twice she half clung to me and when I began to run 
my tongue between her lips, it was too much for her. She just hung onto me 
enough to keep from falling. 

All of a sudden, tearing her mouth loose, she cried out in a frantic appeal: 

"Stop, I don't mean to let you get fresh with me!" 

My hands and touchings were doing their work, however. I slipped one hand 
all over her smooth bare back, tickling her spine at the same time and 
running my tongue around her neck under her chin and ears. Her eyes flushed, 
her bottom wriggled-she laughed and then began to scratch. I realized I had 
an unusually spiteful chicken to deal with. Shaking my trousers loose, my 
rampant penis came forth in all its passionate splendor. 

"Oh, look Tessie," said Margery, laughing. In her excitement and struggle 
one of her hands came in contact with it. Like oil on troubled waters, her 
flush of injured dignity subsided and she melted in my arms like jelly in a 
mold, and hung limp from surprise and suddenly aroused emotions. At first 
she couldn't speak, she seemed so dazed. Then with sudden curiosity, her 
hand went to the prodigious, throbbing weapon, her long tapering fingers 
closing about it. Gasping she drew back to look: "Good God," she exclaimed, 
"what is it, a bone or a club?" 

"The stick that you are going to be broiled on, my dear," I said. 

"Never, never!" cried the astonished girl, looking at it and squeezing the 
long hard shaft. "Why that thing would kill me." 

"Aw, go on," laughed Margery. 

"I'll be," said Tess to her, "you never had that brute of a thing in you. 
You told a fib. I never heard of a man having a tool like that." 

"Ah, Tess, just you wait until it's in you, and you'll see all the stars in 
creation and go off like you never did before, and I'll bet that you'll 
never want anything else. Why Tess, it beats a finger or a candle a thousand 
ways. To be broiled on that darling cock is a treat you'll never forget." 

Then turning to me, Margery kissed me and said: "Strip, Gus, and let Tessie 
see." 

"I will if she'll do the same," I replied. Margery led the way and began to 
undress. She hadn't much on to be taken off. Tessie was now gay and festive, 
lively as could be. She and Margery were soon stripped to their stockings 
and I gazed with lustful enthusiasm on two of the most charming and fuckable 
damsels I ever laid my eyes on. Tessie was perfect in symmetry and 
shapeliness. Tall and graceful, she was exquisitely rounded with a pair of 
luscious, slightly drooping bubbies, not as large as Margery's but just as 
lovely to play with and mold in the hands. She had a prominent, protruding 
mound covered with a profusion of thick blonde curly hair like silk, through 
which the pretty deep slit of a plump pussy could be seen. 

I was now more than rampant to get at it. I stripped naked, to my socks. 
When Tessie's eyes swept over me, she gasped with carnal admiration, her 
eyes almost popping out of her head as she gloated on my penis, which she 
expected to be broiled upon. 

"My God, Madge," she exclaimed, "I don't wonder that you fell for him, he is 
magnificent, but I'll have to see you take that tool before I'll believe you 
had it in your little cunnie," she said, as she again felt of it with 
trembling hands, trying to pull it away from my belly, where it stood stiff 
as a bar of iron. It slipped from her hand and sprung back with a thud. 
Tessie giggled and continued to enjoy the unusual vigorous elasticity of the 
perky, obstreperous penis. 

"Let's get busy," I said. "I'm getting too hot for comfort and I'm anxious 
for a drink. We'll have a round, go out for a highball, and then go to a 
room I've engaged for the night. You two lovely chickens have to broil on 
both sides thoroughly, so let's get busy while the bone is in good form. 

"I want to see Madge take it first," said Tessie with a mischievous and 
lustful thrust of her naughty handsome bottom. I arranged the table with 
cushions and directed Margery to lie on it as on the first night when she 
was initiated. 

Margery looked most tempting and desirable as she lay with her legs wide 
open and her peachy, salacious pussy ready for the stick. Two firm milky 
bubbies, with their stiff red nipples pointing straight up and out, invited 
kisses. 

"Now, Gus," laughed Tessie, "do exactly what you did to her the other night. 
I want to see how you got that awful thing into her tight little cunnie." 

I seated myself directly in front of the voluptuous little pussy with 
Margery resting her pretty fat legs on each shoulder. "My God," exclaimed 
Tessie, all curious and getting hotter every minute, "I've had some fun in 
my life, but I was never kissed there." 

I began my feast with hot kisses on the pretty rounded belly and on the soft 
white insides of her thighs to arouse keener sensations of desire. I then 
titillated her with lively tongue play on her perky, red clitoris. 

Madge began to moan, but when the ardent sweep of my tongue along the 
pouting slit penetrated the puckering orifice, she trembled and cried out: 
"Oh-Tess-ie-wait-till he does this to you-Oh, it's so good-Oh." When I 
thrust my tongue into the salacious meaty depths of her pussy and tickled 
her womb, Margery suppressed a scream, shook all over and cried: "Oh, 
Tessie-suck my titties, quick-I'm-I'm-com-coming." Tessie quickly took a big 
red nipple in her mouth and tickled the other one with her fingernails. As 
nothing excites a woman to spend as quickly as that, Margery just moaned and 
heaved and clutched at her friend and cried out: "Oh, Tess! There 
there-Oh-how good-OO-oo-Oh!" 

I received her sweet, creamy spend on my tongue and sucked it up as it 
flowed freely. She being thoroughly lubricated, I got to my feet, then 
taking the bursting red tool in my hand I worked the swollen inflamed head 
all about in the juicy slit, while Tessie stood by holding apart the fat 
lips and watching the all-absorbing and lascivious act of broiling Madge. 
Her eyes wide, almost popping out, her snowy bosom heaving with excitement 
and her pussy itching and twitching, Tessie saw me plunge my frenzied penis 
into Margery to the hilt. Madge stuffed her fist into her mouth to smother 
her cries and screams of lustful pleasure. I worked my tool back and forth 
with sensuous effect and Tessie, watching it as it went in and out, almost 
screamed herself. 

"Hurry, Madge, I'm just dying for a piece," Tessie again tickled the 
quivering red nipples. Madge cried out: "Oh, God.! It's coming-what a 
lovely-fuck." Her voice died away. I pulled out my inflamed tool reeking 
with her pearly spend and lifting Madge up I laid her on the bed, telling 
Tessie to get on the table. I had not spent for I wanted to save it for the 
excited Tessie. 

The table was before the mirror and when Tessie discovered that she could 
watch herself being fucked, she laughed in glee. I stood for a moment to 
gloat on the exquisitely lovely charms of this delectable girl, fondling 
every part of her. Then taking my place again in the chair between the 
prettily shaped legs outstretched for the kisses, I gazed lustfully at one 
of the prettiest and alluring pussies I ever saw. Profusely covered with 
silky blonde hair, it stood out plump and impudent. Tessie had what might be 
termed a real hardon, for the outer lips were hard and horny and her clitty 
stuck out its red nose stiffly. I noted the delectable, sweet scented, 
savory condition of her private parts. Holding the soft cheeks of her fat 
bottom apart, I gazed fondly at all her beauties when she anxiously wound 
her fat legs around my neck and exclaimed, "My God, what a lover you are!" 

I now buried my nose in her slit and worked my tongue deep in. She bit her 
lips and exclaimed with a deep moan: "Suck me." 

I then gave her the same tonguing I had just given Madge, but I fairly ate 
the mellow meaty interior with lively tongue thrusts. 

I gathered all the ripe parts on her cunnie into my mouth and sucked like 
mad, with my tongue rubbing her stiffened clitty. Tessie was trembling and 
quivering all over. "Wow! Oh! Ouch!" she cried. Her cry aroused Margery from 
her languor, and she came smiling to the side of the table. 

"Oh, Madge," she cried, "he's sucking the life out of me-oo-oo-Oh, how I'm 
spending!" 

"Isn't it great?" asked Madge, patting Tessie's titties and pinching the 
little stiff nipples. 

"Oh, it's heavenly," replied Tessie as she died away in another swoon of 
voluptuous ecstasy. I jumped up then with a terrible hardon that was 
actually painful. It was forbidding in appearance. Tessie had never seen nor 
dreamed of a penis like it before. Handsome it was, to say the least, with 
its splendid appendages like ripe fruit bursting with a wealth of rich 
juices. 

Tessie's eyes, languorous with the sensual after effects of a copious spend, 
looked with fear as I stood beside her. In a voice trembling with 
apprehension, she said: "Let-let me feel it, Gus, it's awful." 

I stepped closer to her, and she felt the awful thing from the balls to the 
tip of the turgid knob as if testing and measuring its size and power. I 
took it in my hand and moved the knob around in her neck, under her chin and 
ears. She murmured: 

"Oh, you beauty. Now I'm ready-Oh, Gus, be careful, won't you?" 

"Yes," I answered. 

"Then broil me and do it good, I'm hot as a blister," and to Madge she said, 
"don't leave me, Madge, and give me a handkerchief." 

I took a pretty leg under each arm and Madge stood by to assist. She pulled 
the inflamed fat lips apart, revealing its red meaty interior and puckering 
orifice from which oozed traces of her recent spending. I moved my tool up 
and down and rubbed the quivering inflamed clitty. "Oh, God! that's 
exciting," she cried out suddenly, "put it in quick." 

I placed the almost bursting knob at the entrance and pushed. She gasped and 
stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth to smother a cry of pain. With the 
head just inside, I waited for her to get accustomed to the stretching. The 
nipping stricture was maddening to me. Tessie relieved her mouth long enough 
to say, "All of it, Gus-I-I-want it all!" Replacing the wad of handkerchief 
in her mouth, she grabbed Margery. I braced myself and clutching the girl's 
squirming hips, I crammed my penis into the tight hot depths till it was 
completely sheathed. 

How she did squirm and writhe. I hollered myself with sensuous delight, 
exclaiming: 

"Oh, Tes-sie-what a perfect cunt you have." 

Her pain had subsided, she removed the cloth from her mouth, her crimson 
lips parted in a smile of joy. Margery bit and sucked the stiff red nipples 
whilst I tickled her navel. "What a pretty belly. What pretty legs. You two 
girls are the peachiest chickens to fuck that I ever knew," I whispered as I 
moved my straining spear out and in, producing a fury of erotic thrills in 
us both. Tessie could not prolong the delightful indulgence long enough. 

"Gee," she gasped, "I wish that it could last all night." 

Once her tongue was loosened she became obscene as her eroticism increased. 
I was getting a royal feast of voluptuous sensation. The climax was 
approaching us both. Tessie's curly blonde head rolled from side to side-she 
clawed at her stomach and her milky panting bubbies as they rose and fell 
faster and faster with her quickened breath. I put my most masterful strokes 
to the frenzied girl with agonizing thrills. 

She hollered in smothered gusts, "Oh, God! I'm coming!" Her arms dropped to 
her side. 

"Somebody kiss me! Hold me! I'm dying! Oh-oo-oo." Margery giggled. I grabbed 
the exploding girl in my arms, crushed a soft tittie in each hand and 
smothered her gasping cries with a tonguing kiss. She sucked the tongue 
almost out of me. 

"There, you hot little cunt, take my sap, it's-good for you," I said as I 
poured hot streams of delicious juice into the trembling girl, the jets 
piercing her like needles and bringing a secondary spend in which Tessie's 
eyes rolled in erotic delirium. I laid her gently back and completed my own 
double spend in a blinding orgasm which shook me to my toes. 

"Heavens," cried Margery, "you've got me so hot I can scarcely wait for 
another piece." Tessie wriggled off the table and staggered as if drunk to 
the bed, where she laid in a half faint from the effect of the frenzied 
orgy. 

I quickly got a bottle of brandy. We all had a stiff drink and prepared to 
go out. After Tessie had had two drinks she was as lively as a cricket and 
ready for a frolic. Like a contortionist she writhed and displayed her 
enticing charms to excite the lewdest passions. Her sensual nature was 
thoroughly fired after getting a generous taste of my powers and my 
skillfully manipulated tool. She was wanton to the core. Before I had 
completed my toilet, Tessie kissed my penis. Being now soft and normal she 
drew it into her mouth and cuddled it with her tongue. "Gee," she exclaimed, 
"I'd like to suck you off." We were all hotter than blisters and ready for 
anything. We left the house unseen and were soon in the room I had engaged 
for the night. I ordered highballs with plenty of ginger. Both girls 
stripped, and jumping onto the table, they did a most exciting and lewd 
dance. Tessie was more agile than Madge, but Madge's movements were far more 
suggestive and voluptuous. 

They had often practiced together when under the influence of lecherous 
desire to indulge their wanton passion and to induce a spend would press 
their pussies together and rub and twist with their titties crushed together 
till a frenzied orgasm would reward their efforts. I watched the lascivious 
performance till I was so hot my turgid gun was standing cocky and purple 
and almost ready to go off. I grabbed both girls and fell with them on the 
bed. I was about to mount Tessie, when she cried out: 

"Hold on Gus. I'm hot, too hot for an old-fashioned fuck. I want a hoochie 
cootchie diddle." 

"How's that?" I asked. 

She then directed me to lie across two chairs with my head on the bed and my 
knees hanging over the edge of the farthest chair while Madge was to 
straddle my head and press her cunnie to my mouth. This was a new trick but 
I liked the idea and at once arranged for it. I first drew both girls to the 
edge of the bed, with their plump bottoms on the edge, with their legs wide 
apart and knees drawn up. 

The quivering swollen cunnies were then gaping open, the orifice of each 
pouting for something stiff. I took a highball, and holding Madge's little 
hole well open, I poured into it a goodly portion and then held the lips 
together so it wouldn't spill, to let it soak in and heat up the tight 
little box. Dropping to my knees, I deftly placed my mouth to the lips and 
sucked out the warmed up liquor. She screamed and wriggled her fat bottom. 
She was consumed with longing. I gave Tessie the same treat and when I had 
sucked out the last drops she writhed and screamed. 

"My God, that was brutal. I was hot enough without that. Hurry up and get on 
the chairs and I'll screw the balls off you while you lap Madge." I got 
awful randy as Tessie took her position while I lay as she directed, with my 
erect penis standing straight and rigid, ready to burst. Tessie cuddled it 
in her soft bubbies and kissed it again with thrusts of her tongue in the 
little orifice. 

Our passions spent, we fell back on the bed. I was asleep as was Tessie. 
Madge, in her state of erotic feelings, began working her fingers in her 
moist slit, but was so passionate and eager for another piece, she knew that 
she had first to get it stiff. Following descriptions she had read, of a way 
to get a man's penis to stand, Madge hung over me and lifted my seemingly 
dead penis into her mouth with her tongue after tickling the wrinkled balls. 
When she got half of the soft mass into her mouth she slipped her tongue 
around and around the head as she gently chewed the soft root. I stirred, 
woke up and not thinking which of my partners was at me, clutched Tessie and 
kissed her, feeling and molding her titties, now firm after a rest. She, 
too, awoke. 

"Oh, Gus, do you want me again so soon?" I then perceived that it was Madge 
who was eating it up. 

"Look Tess," I said. "Madge wants it. Poor girl, she's hungry." When Tessie 
saw Madge frantically chewing the mouthful, she rolled the splendid 
reservoir of sap in her one hand. "That's right, Madge," she said. "That'll 
make it come up if you want a piece. Pm ready for one myself." Tess tickled 
me, sucked my hard nipples and between the two amorous girls, I began to get 
stiff. My penis got too big for Madge's mouth. Letting it languidly out, she 
said: 

"I do want a piece. Pm hot from my toes to my hair." 

I handled both quivering cunnies, sticking a finger into each. This would 
always make me hot. My tool swelled and stiffened to grand proportions till 
I had one of my characteristic morning hardons. 

"Give it to Madge first," cried Tess. "She found it first." I got on top of 
the plump, passionate girl and gave her the liveliest, hottest fuck I ever 
put to a girl, till she groaned and screamed in an ecstatic satisfying 
orgasm. I finished her off and left my rigid tool in her till she swooned 
off in a sensuous die-away, having restrained my own desire to spend. 

I preferred my morning feast between Tessie's soft, shapely legs in her 
tight excitable little box. I wanted to feel Tessie's long lithe limbs wind 
about me and once more experience the ecstatic spend by her wriggling bottom 
and toe-curling, sucking cunnie. 

"Heavens, you're bigger than ever," she exclaimed. "It's just grand. Oh, 
Gee, how lovely, umm." She groaned with each straining thrust and throb. 
Tessie twined her pretty legs around me and thus braced, she not only met my 
thrusts with effective bucking up motions but could wriggle and twist with a 
screwing motion that thrilled me with lustful zeal. 

Her cries and shuddering frame told of the delightful spends she was having. 
When I could no longer restrain myself to prolong the voluptuous feast, I 
gathered the trembling plump form of Tessie in my arms and gazing down in 
her misty rolling eyes, groaned out: 

"Oh, Tessie-there-it-comes-Oh, God! how exquisite!" 

Our delicious feeling was ravishing after I shot a long charge of creamy 
spend into the hungry depths of Tessie's cunnie. 

She quickly jumped off the bed and let the stuff escape in a morning pee. 
Returning to the bed we all had a nap. At six o'clock we all arose and went 
our way. Tessie remarked: "Oh, Gus, I never had such a treat in all my life. 
Madge picked a star performer when she picked you." 


THE END
