Lustful Memoirs

Among my earliest recollections the frequent quarrels between my parents are most prominent. I was too young then to know which was most to blame, but as I got older I noticed that Papa always got angry when a Mr. Amberg was mentioned. I soon after noticed that when he came to the house, it was always when Papa was absent and Mama told me I must not tell Papa of his visits. Young though I was, I knew that something was wrong with this and I soon got to watching to find out what it was. I saw Mr. Amberg hug and kiss Mama, but I didn't think there was any wrong in that. I knew Papa didn't like Mr. Amberg, but I thought he was being unreasonable for I knew Mama liked him, and I liked him. Things went on in this way for a year or two. Mr. Amberg would come occasionally and I used to wonder why it happened that he always came when Mama and I were there alone. Mama would send me out to play, but I had got to be quite sly and watched them both when I had a chance. I saw them go into the bedroom together several times, but had no idea, then, what they went in there for.

One day Papa and Mama had a terrible quarrel; I don't know what it was about, but after Papa left the house, Mama began to pack some things in a trunk, and then she and I started for the Railroad Depot, which was not far from the house. I asked no questions but went with Mama into the car, and we traveled a long way, it seemed to me. When we left the car we went to a hotel where we remained a couple of days. I was really pleased to see Mr. Amberg come to our room, and so was Mama; she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, then she sat on his lap while they had a long talk. It was nearly night when he came. After it got dark, Mama asked me if I wasn't sleepy and said she thought I ought to go to bed. I wasn't sleepy but I made no objection and soon undressed and got into bed. After awhile Mama came into the bedroom. I kept quiet so she thought I was asleep, and pretty soon she began to undress and then she got into bed. I kept still as if I were asleep.

After Mama got into bed Mr. Amberg came into the room and got into bed. They both thought me asleep. They talked till I really began to get sleepy, but when Mr. Amberg began to move and Mama said “be careful not to wake Laura,” I was wide awake in a moment. Mama and Mr. Amberg moved about a bit. I didn't know then just what they did, but pretty soon Mama said, “Let me steer it,” and then after that they began to lass each other. They kept moving quite carefully, I thought so as not to awaken me. I didn't know then, nor for a long time afterward, what it was they were doing, but I kept still. After a little they were not so careful, they became more active in their movements, and then I was fearful that something was the matter with Mr. Amberg-he breathed so loud. But soon they became still, or nearly so. Then after awhile Mr. Amberg moved away from Mama. I lay awake awhile wondering what it all meant but, coming to no satisfactory conclusion, I fell asleep.

Mr. Amberg got up before I awoke next morning. I knew Mama didn't want me to know that he had slept with us, so I said nothing about it. Mama and I were alone in our rooms all the next day, but Mr. Amberg came again in the evening. I went to bed early again, and after I got to sleep, or so Mama thought, she came to bed. I had got into a position this time so that she could not tell that I didn't have my eyes tightly closed. When Mr. Amberg came in, he was already undressed. Mama turned down the bed clothes and he got in beside her. The room was not so dark that I couldn't discern pretty nearly everything. He put one arm under Mama's neck, but the other he had down under the bed clothes. After they had talked some time, Mr. Amberg said, “How soundly Laura sleeps.”

“Yes,” said Mama, “she always sleeps soundly.” Then he raised up on his elbow and kissed her a few times, after which began the movements I had only heard the night before. Raising the bed clothes, he got on top of Mama, who moved some so as to be easy under him, or so I supposed. Then she reached her hand down in the bed and presently said, “Now it's in nicely.” Again began the regular motions of the night before. I could see the bed clothes rise and fall and could tell that Mama moved as he did.

I need not say that I greatly wondered what it all meant. I wondered what it could be that was “in nicely” and what, indeed, it was in. But it was all Greek to me then. As their motions became more brisk, they were not as cautious as the night before. Still I did not think it expedient to wake up. I could see that he had his arm about Mama, and she seemed to be enjoying it so I was not alarmed. But after the loud breathing they both kept quiet for awhile. Finally Mr. Amberg threw back the bed clothes and got off of Mama, and then I saw that he had been between her thighs. As soon as he got off, Mama pulled her chemise down between her legs and pulled the cover over her again.

Next day Mr. Amberg left us as before. Just before noon my papa and another man came in, and such a time as they had I can't describe. It ended by Papa taking me and leaving Mama there alone. We went first to our old home. Then Papa found a place for me in a family in the country by the name of Wilcox. I never told anyone about Mama and Mr. Amberg. I had got in the habit of keeping my eyes and ears open and my thoughts to myself.

The Wilcox family consisted of the old folks and a married daughter who was visiting them, Mrs. Davey. One of the first things that excited my curiosity was that Mrs. Davey should have such a big belly. I have since learned that she had come home so as to be with her mother during confinement, but it was all a puzzle to me then, and after the baby was born I wondered why Mrs. Davey's belly was smaller than it was before. I had no one to talk with about it, however, so it remained a puzzle.

I next lived with a family named Manus. There were two girls, or rather young women, in the family. I began to get some light on the many things that had puzzled me by listening to them when they did not suppose I was paying any attention. I got an idea of the difference in the sexes, and some ideas, albeit confused, about sexual intercourse. The girls each had a beau. They used to tell each other about them, but they said many things I didn't understand. In the next place that I lived were two girls, orphans, one about my own age, the other about two years older. I lived there about three years. The girls were both well informed in regard to sexual matters and they soon imparted their knowledge to me.

Not far from where we lived was a neighbour who had a dairy. Among other employees were a couple of boys, two or three years older than we were. We were quite intimate with them, but there had been no grievous improprieties when I again had to change my residence, this time to live with an old couple who had a house adjoining the dairyman's. The girls used to visit me quite often, and we almost always managed to meet the boys when we were together.

Julia was almost old enough now to put on long dresses, while Lizzie and I had begun to feel a strong attraction for the male sex. Julia was really the most amorous, but Lizzie was the most reckless in words and deeds. One day we girls were out in the barn where we had had an exciting conversation, so that we felt in a mood for anything almost. Julia had taken off her drawers and pulled up her skirts to show that the hair was beginning to grow on hers. Lizzie took her drawers off then and was diligently hunting for some sign of hair when the barn door opened and in came one of the boys. We had spread some blankets on the floor and had been lying on them. Julia jumped up when she heard the door open, but Lizzie and I remained on the blanket. Abner came in and, seeing us on the blanket, he got down with us. Julia did the same. I know we were all glad he had come in.

Lizzie soon got astraddle of him and when he rolled her off, she exposed her legs so much that I said, “Why, Lizzie! Pull your clothes down,” but she only rolled over two or three times with her legs bare. Then Julia began to scold her, but Lizzie only laughed and said she didn't care if he wanted to look. Abner, however, seemed to care more for Julia than for either Lizzie or me. For something she said or did, he caught hold of her and held her fast. In her struggles she exposed her legs nearly as much as Lizzie had, but she could not get her clothes down; she was helpless. Then Lizzie began-“Why, Julia!

Ain't you ashamed to show your legs so? I am shocked that you would do such a thing.” Julia squirmed and asked me to pull her clothes down, but Abner said, “Don't you do it,” and we didn't while he tried to get her clothes up still higher. She finally got loose from him and jumped to her feet.

He grabbed her by the ankle and over she went again, and up her clothes went too. Lizzie was so pleased that she kicked up her heels as she lay on her back, making no effort to hide anything. Abner got Julia's skirts up so that her thighs were naked, and then he got his hand up on her belly or somewhere under her skirts. Julia fairly squealed and tried to get his hand away, but she didn't succeed. Instead of helping Julia, Lizzie caught hold of one of her feet and helped him get her legs separated so that he got his hand on her nest. Then Julia just threw her arms across her face to hide it and made no further objections. Lizzie and I looked on very much interested. Indeed, there was a place between my own thighs that was burning and throbbing with amorous excitement, and Lizzie felt much as I did. When Abner unbuttoned his pants and took out his staff, Lizzie at once took hold of it. He seemed to like it, for he rolled over partly on his back so we could get a better view of it. Julia took a look at it too, then put her hand on it. I felt of it also-ah, how nice it felt in my hand. While we were feeling of it and commenting on it, we heard a dog bark not far away. We all jumped to our feet and, going to the door, we saw a man coming toward the barn. Abner got away without being seen and we girls got to the house.

I must now tell you of some other persons before I tell you more about the boys. Immediately after going to live with the old folks (I call them old folks because both were past sixty; Mrs. Hall was not a bad-looking woman for her age and had evidently been a fine-looking woman in her younger days), I discovered that a Mr. Brown was quite intimate with Mr. and Mrs. Hall. He was not more than twenty-eight or thirty, and he used to visit sometimes two or three times a week. I noticed right away that if Mrs. Hall was alone when he called, I was at once sent out of doors or somewhere so that Mr. Brown and Mrs. Hall were left together. Of course, I was curious to know why they wanted to be alone, so I began to watch and soon managed to find a way to listen to what they said. They related to each other all the scandal they heard, and did it in plain language that showed they were accustomed to it. At that time there was a rape trial going on in town. A Mr. Hay, who lived some eight or ten miles from town in a lonesome place near the mountains, hired a girl who lived a mile or two away to help in the house as his wife was about to be confined. The girl went with Mr. Hay to town to do some shopping one day, and on their way home, the girl said, he drove away from the road to a secluded place, then got her down in the bed of the wagon and raped her, after which they went on to Mr. Hay's house. Some time afterwards Mr. Hay was arrested for rape and the trial excited considerable interest. Before a verdict had been rendered, Mr. Brown called on Mrs. Hall. I was sent out as usual, but was soon where I could hear every word said.

After a few unimportant remarks, Mrs. Hall asked if the rape case was over yet. Mr. Brown said the jury was still out.

“Well,” said Mrs. Hall, “I'll tell you what I think of the matter. There was no rape about it. Hay was getting all he wanted of the girl and her mother found it out and she put up the job on him.”

Mr. Brown asked why she thought so.

“Why,” said she, “if the girl hadn't been willing, she wouldn't have gone back home with Hay and stayed a week or two before making any fuss about it.”

Another time they talked about married women taking measures to avoid getting in the family way. They spoke of it as if it could be prevented, but they didn't say how. I was anxious to hear that but was doomed to disappointment.

This last conversation I heard just after Abner was with us in the barn. The next time I saw the girls, I told them what I had heard. Julia said she was sure there was some way it could be done but she was at a loss to know how to ascertain it. Lizzie asked me why I didn't ask Mrs. Hall.

“I'd rather ask Mr. Brown,” said I, dubiously.

“Oh, that's it,” said Julia. “Ask Mr. Brown then,” and Lizzie joined her in urging me to ask Mr. Brown. Both said they would if they had a chance.

Every time I saw Mr. Brown after that I thought of the request I wanted to make and feared I'd not have courage even if I got a chance. Then one day Mr. and Mrs. Hall went to town for the whole day. I was all excited at once.

Mr. Brown knocked and when I opened the door he came in and enquired for Mrs. Hall. It came into my mind at once that if I told him she was going to be gone all day he would go right away, so I said, “She is out just now. Won't you sit down and wait?” So he sat down and soon picked up a paper and began to read. I was anxious to ask him, yet was afraid. I kept near him, and when he laid the paper down I was afraid he was going. Without stopping to choose my words, I blurted out, “Mr. Brown, won't you tell me how to keep from getting in the family way?”

He looked up, astonished at my question, and somehow my courage came back to me at once. So when he asked what I knew about getting in the family way, I said, “I know about screwing.” Catching me by the arm, he drew me up to him and placed me on his knees. “Now tell me,” said he, “what you know about screwing.” He kept questioning me till I told him about Julia and Lizzie and about my hearing him and Mrs. Hall talk. While talking, he felt of my bosom, then put his hand under my skirts. I didn't try to hinder him at all.

When he said we must keep a look-out for Mrs. Hall, I told him she would be gone all day and explained why I had lied to him. At his request, I took off my drawers. While I was doing that, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his shirt up. My goodness! His jock was as big as three or four of Abner's.

I was so much interested in it I forgot he hadn't answered my question. As I took hold of his staff of life, he asked how I'd like to have that in my belly. I said I was afraid I was not big enough for it yet.

“No, you are not old enough nor large enough now, but it won't be long,” said he, “before your pussy will be able to take in one as big as that.” He placed me astraddle his legs and then put the big red head between the lips of my pussy and rubbed it about, making me feel pleasure in every nerve. He inquired about Julia and Lizzie. I told him all about them, except I didn't tell about Abner. It was yet early in the forenoon. He said if I would go over and get the girls, he would tell us all about getting in the family way.

Without stopping to put on my drawers, I ran across the field and met Julia some distance from the house. I quickly told her that Mr. Brown was waiting for her and Lizzie to tell what we were so anxious to know. Lizzie wasn't around, so Julia went back with me. Julia was eager but a little shamefaced when we went in where he was. He had his charmer fully exposed to view, standing stiff and rampant.

Julia fixed her eyes on it, and as if strongly attracted by it, she slowly approached Mr. Brown. He said not a word till she had come near enough for him to take her arm. He drew her right up in front of him and she at once took his stiff prick in her hand. She seemed surprised at its size and magnificent appearance. After she had handled it a few minutes, he seated himself and took her on his lap. He first felt of her bosom, as he had mine; then he pulled her skirts up and, finding she had drawers on, he asked her to take them off. When she had done so, she seated herself on his lap again. He laid her over on his arm and slid his hand up to her pussy. He spread her legs and began to titillate her clitoris and the surrounding parts till she could not keep from moving her bottom. He asked her if it felt good.

“Yes, yes,” said she, “it feels so good.”

After getting her passions all excited, he said, “You would enjoy it much more if I put this in there,” and he put her hand on his cock. “Shall we try it?” said he.

Julia was too happy just then to refuse anything. Indeed, he had to carry her to the bed where he quickly got her placed to suit him, then got between her legs, and, carefully placing the head of his charmer between the lips of her pussy, he moved it about a little, the contact even in this manner giving her exquisite pleasure. But soon he began to push. At once I saw her countenance change.

“It is going to hurt you somewhat,” said he, “but don't be afraid; it will soon be over.”

She began to struggle, but he had her so she could not avoid his thrusts. As he shoved she exclaimed, “Oh, don't, it hurts,” her voice rising almost to a shriek as the obstruction gave way and his rod was buried in her belly. As soon as he had overcome the obstacles and effected a complete entrance, he remained motionless, telling her it was all over now, that she would only feel pleasure hereafter. She soon dried her tears and in answer to his question said it didn't hurt anymore, only smarted a little. He kept very quiet for quite a while, but when he saw by her countenance that she was beginning to feel some pleasure, he began slowly to move his sweetener out and in.

“Doesn't it begin to feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, “it does feel good!”

The pleasure soon became so great that she began to heave her bottom in response to his shoves. He, somehow, was not disposed to hurry matters. He would stop shoving occasionally, letting his charmer remain buried in her. While letting it soak in this way, he turned to me-I was looking on, a much interested spectator-and asked what I thought of screwing now.

“I think it is good. I wish I was big enough,” I replied.

“Well, it won't be many months before your pussy can take it in too,” said he. “You won't have to wait very long.”

After awhile he began to shove quite regularly. Julia quite as actively responded; then he moved faster and faster and soon he began to breathe loudly and to shove furiously, just as Mr. Amberg did when he was screwing my poor mama. All at once Mr. Brown ceased shoving, except for an occasional, spasmatic jerk, and his head dropped. He seemed to become limp and lifeless, except his breathing. After he had remained quiet some time, he got off of Julia, his prick still large but hanging its head, which was not of such a deep red as before, while drops of a queer-looking stuff dropped from it.

Julia was going to get up but he told her to lie still. I could not help noticing the change in her pussy, too, as he took his handkerchief and carefully wiped it, for I could see some of that queer-looking stuff running out of it. He then carefully wiped his rod but didn't button his pants to hide it from our sight. When Julia got up she looked at his ramrod and seemed surprised to see its head drooping.

She began to fondle it and the bag beneath, asking questions about them. It was not many minutes before he was preparing for another engagement.

“Would you like to try it again?” he asked.

“I'm afraid it will hurt,” said Julia.

“Suppose we try and see,” said he.

Without any further urging she got on the bed and pulled up her clothing.

He got between her legs again and surprised Julia by easily shoving his charger into her without hurting her at all.

“It doesn't hurt a bit this time,” said she, “and it feels so nice.”

After he had got his stiff one embedded in her body, he let it remain there quietly while he said, “Well girls, I promised to tell you how to avoid getting in the family way. There is one way I have never known to fail.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Keep your legs together and you will never get in the family way,” he said laughing.

“Oh!” said I, “that ain't what we mean. Men screw their wives-what do they do to keep from getting in the family way?”

He then explained that some men drew out their rod just before spending, others used a rubber bag over their long tom, women often used a syringe, etc.

Julia asked if she wouldn't get in the family way.

“No, I guess not,” said he. “If you do, I'll take care of you.” Then he advised her not to let any man do it to her again till she got a husband. “Then,” said he, “you can let a dozen screw you if you are careful not to get caught. You are a woman now and will soon be getting a husband. You will give me some more, won't you, after you get married?”

“Yes,” said Julia, “you may have all you want.”

Then we arranged to meet again and he promised to tell us about anything he might hear that was interesting.

But he and Julia were not yet finished for the day. Julia enjoyed the delightful sensations his yard gave her while buried in her pussy so much that she could not keep still under him. He saw how fully she was enjoying it. After giving a few shoves, which she promptly met, he stopped and looked down into her face. He asked her if fucking was as good as she thought it would be.

“Oh, yes,” said she, “I wish I could stay this way forever.”

They began to move again, slowly at first but faster and faster after awhile; then there was his loud breathing as he died away. He wiped her again and after she got up and we fixed up the bed, we went into the parlor again. I noticed that Julia walked a little awkwardly, as if she were sore. Mr. Brown told us lots of stories of women who had been made happy by tasting stolen sweets and the time passed pleasantly till some time after noon. Mr. Brown's charmer had long since regained its former magnificent state of erection, but he didn't think it wise to put it into Julia again just then.

It was some time after one o'clock when I saw Lizzie coming across the yard. I told Mr. Brown who she was and suggested that we should give her a surprise. So he let his pants down, pulled up his shirt, and stood right in front of the door where she would come in, while Julia and I hid in the bedroom. Pretty soon Lizzie came bounding in, but she stopped suddenly as she saw the beautiful object before her, and she looked at it in open wonder. Finally she stammered, “Where-where are the girls?” We could keep quiet no longer. Lizzie at once regained her wits, but was quiet for a few minutes. She could not get her eyes off the beauty before her, however, and she soon began to handle it; then she commented on it. He was amused at her remarks and finally asked her if her pussy was big enough to take it in.

“No it ain't,” said she. “I wish it was.”

“Well, is Julia's?” he asked.

“No,” said she, “it would take the biggest woman in town to take that.”

“Some small women have big mouths,” said he. “I have had it in Julia twice today.”

“I don't believe it,” said Lizzie bluntly, and she turned to Julia as if to get her to confirm her disbelief.

“Would you like to see me do it again?” he asked. Lizzie nodded assent.

Julia at once led the way to the bed and, lying across it, pulled up her clothes and spread her legs. After getting between them, he told Lizzie he wanted her to steer it; then she would know it was in for sure. Without any hesitation she took hold of his beauty and placed its head at the right place, and she kept hold of it till it was in so far she was forced to let go.

“Now do you believe it?” asked Mr. Brown.

But Lizzie didn't reply. She was watching Julia, thinking it must hurt her to have such a big thing stuck into her, but when she saw no sign of pain and only evidences of pleasure, she got down by Julia and in almost a whisper asked how it felt.

“It doesn't hurt a bit and it feels awfully good,” Julia replied.

We watched them till it was all over. He didn't get off for some time, but when he did his charmer seemed shorn of its glory, for it had shrunk in size and was soft and limp, hanging its head as if ashamed. We put the bed to rights again, then went back to the parlor. Lizzie got on his lap while he talked to us. He gave us some good advice about how to conduct ourselves so as to avoid being suspected. He cautioned us to tell no one of our meeting and our plans for future meetings. He told us, too, to be careful when with young fellows for, said he, they will screw you if they can and some of them will boast of it.

After he left us Lizzie and I asked Julia innumerable questions. She had at once acquired an enviable position in our estimation and she was disposed to put on airs.

I met the girls quite often after that. They were as anxious as I to meet Mr. Brown again. We were out by the barn one day when we saw the boys, Abner and Van, coming. They urged us to go in the barn with them but we refused, though we stood and talked with them for some time. Van put his arm around me and felt of my bosom, while Abner felt Julia's. They pleaded with us to go in the barn with them, but Julia and I objected though Lizzie was willing. The boys went away, evidently disappointed.

Mr. Brown called one day, and as usual, Mr. Hall was away. I met him out by the gate. He enquired after Julia and said he wanted to see her again. “Oh,” said I, “you want to screw her again. Well, she ain't here so you will have to screw the old woman.”

“Would you like me to screw the old woman?” he asked.

“Oh yes, do it,” said I.

“If I do,” said he, “you must not tell the girls.” I said I would not and he went on into the house; I followed soon after and was at once sent out as I expected. Before going out I pointed to the old lady and made some very suggestive motions which of course I didn't let her see, but Mr. Brown did and he laughed as I closed the door behind me. I lost no time in getting to my place of observation. The house was originally but a two-roomed board house, to which a kitchen had been added at one time, a bedroom at another, then another bedroom, but it was an “old ram shackled” concern at the best. My hiding place was a narrow space between the bedroom and kitchen. From there I could hear what was said in any room in the house and could see into the old lady's bedroom.

About the first question she asked was: “Well, what is the latest scandal? Whose wife has been playing with her tail?” He told her of some women that stories had been told about, then she told some things she had heard about some girl, that some fellow was suspected of having raised her petticoats. After some desultory talk I heard her say, “What is the matter with you today? One would think you hadn't seen a woman for a month.”

“I haven't touched a woman's foot for a long while,” said he. “You know when the last time was.”

“I'll bet,” said she, “you have screwed half a dozen women since then.” He protested he hadn't even seen a woman's ankles.

“Why,” said he, “I am getting so I hardly dare turn over in bed at night for fear of breaking it off.”

“If your case is so bad as that,” said the old lady, “you ought to get some relief.”

“Well, let's go in the bedroom and see if we can't do something for it,” said he.

“Wait till I see where Laura is,” said the old woman, as she started for the door.

“Never mind,” Mr. Brown said, “I saw her down in the field just now; there is no danger from her.”

I heard Mrs. Hall lock the door, then she and Mr. Brown entered the bedroom. They proceeded to business at once. Mrs. Hall pulled up her skirts, unbuttoned her drawers, and took them off. Mr. Brown took off his coat, vest, and pants, then pulling up his shirt he showed her what a terrible swelling he had.

“What a terrible state the darling is in, to be sure,” said she, taking it in her hand. “I think it needs a hair poultice. That will soon take the swelling down and draw the matter out of it.”

Retaining her hold of it, she backed up to the bed and threw herself over on her back. She was evidently experienced in such matters, for she took pains to get in a comfortable position before letting him get between her legs. I could not help admiring her beautiful legs, indeed I would not have thought her past forty from what I could see of her form. But Mr. Brown soon got into place and buried his charmer in her body. She hugged him closely as if she would have been glad to take him all in. Evidently the presence of his champion in her pussy gave her great pleasure, for after the hug she gave him she drew a long breath and said, “After all, there is nothing in the world that gives such exquisite pleasure as fucking.”

Knowing that I could hear every word, and wishing to please me, Mr. Brown kept her talking. In answer to his question if she enjoyed it as much now as she did when she was a girl, she said she could hardly see any difference, and in the conversation she told that she first tasted stolen sweets as a girl of sixteen. Then he asked her to tell him about it. She said there was but little to tell. She went to a dance with her beau one night and got pretty well warmed up. When she went home, about two o'clock in the morning, she asked him in, hardly expecting him to comply. They took a seat on the sofa together and he put his arm about her waist. She had on a low-necked dress, and almost before she knew what he was about he had his hand in her bosom. Her amorous passions had been excited by the dancing, and his hand in her bosom so excited her that she could refuse him nothing.

He soon had his hand under her skirts where his fingers quickly excited her almost to frenzy.

She took off her clothes while he disrobed, and then they “took a bout on the carpet,” as she put it. I enjoyed listening to their conversation and watched their actions. After they went back to the parlor, I quietly left my hiding place and managed to meet Mr. Brown out by the road where Mrs. Hall could not see me. After talking a moment about the old woman, he enquired particularly about Julia. I saw he was afraid she might be “knocked up,” as he expressed it, but I could give him no information. He wanted to meet her again soon and try to ascertain. As we were standing where no one could see us, he put his hand under my skirts and felt of my pussy, but he didn't stay long.

A few days after that, I met the boys over by the yard where the cows were. They were in the yard, I outside. They were still put out because we had not gone in the barn with them when they wanted us to and asked me why we hadn't. I said the reason was that we knew what they wanted to do to us. Van asked what I thought they wanted to do to us. I said, “You want to fuck us.” Van laughed, “Right you are, that is just what we want to do.” Then he got down on the ground and put his arm through the fence and his hand up between my legs. I stood still, only spreading my legs to let him feel. Pretty soon he asked me to go with him around back of the stable where no one could see us.

“I won't,” I said, “you want to fuck me and I ain't big enough.”

He said I was and urged strongly, but when the boys saw I would not they urged me to bring Julia over. I promised to tell her that they wanted to see her but would promise nothing more. It was some time after that, two or three months at least, that Julia told me the folks she and Lizzie were living with were going away and would leave them there alone. I at once got permission to stay with them and I managed to let Mr. Brown know the circumstances.

He and I got there soon after the folks left. Mr. Brown at once took Julia on his lap and, while having his hand under her skirts, questioned her about her condition and was greatly pleased to ascertain that she had escaped getting in the family way. We locked the doors and then went to the girls' bedroom where we all stripped. Lizzie and I didn't expect much attention from Mr. Brown, for we knew Julia would receive most of it.

He laid across the bed on his back, his charmer hard and stiff like a column of ivory with a red cap on it, attracting all our attention and admiration.

We all tried to handle it at once. Finding we could not well do that, Lizzie took hold of one of his hands and placed it on her nest. He got her in position so that he could better feel of her.

After he had felt a minute, she asked, “Is my cunt big enough yet?”

“Hardly big enough yet,” said he, “but 111 try it if you wish.”

She didn't reply in words but quickly got on her back and spread her legs. He got on top of her then, placing the head of his champion between the lips of her monkey. Before shoving any, he rubbed its head about between the lips, evidently giving her much pleasure. Then he said, “Now I am going to push. If it hurts you too much 111 stop.”

Pretty soon she said, “Oh, stop, it hurts.”

He at once stopped and got off. Lizzie wanted me to try it, so I got in position. While he was rubbing the head of his staff in my slit I told him it felt good, but when he began to push I too said it hurt. After he got off he asked Julia if she would try. She needed no urging.

Instead, however, of getting between her legs when she rolled over on her back, he got beside her and put his hand on her nest. Inserting a finger between its lips, he began gently to rub and press her clitoris, often kissing her while doing so. I readily understood what his object was. He wished to get all her amorous passions aroused so that the gratification of her desires would give her greater pleasure.

When her actions showed that he had accomplished his purpose, he got her in a position to suit him and got between her thighs. Placing the head of his instrument in the proper place, he let it remain there a moment while he tightened his clasp about her. She had expected it to enter without difficulty, but her monkey had recovered from the stretching it had received and his first shove failed to give him a complete entrance. But he gave a second shove, which hurt her so that I thought she was going to scream. He overcame her resistance and that hard and shining shaft was again buried completely in her body. After gently kissing her he asked if it hurt her much when it went in. She said it did some.

“You need not fear that it will ever hurt again,” said he. “After this time you can take in the biggest man in the state without its hurting any.”

He moved gently within her, stopping occasionally to kiss her, or to toy with her breast, which was getting hard, round, and full. Soon her face began to flush, her eyes sparkled and her actions became more animated. She was recovering from the unexpected hurt she felt when his charmer entered her, and was beginning to taste again the sweet pleasure to be experienced by a woman only while she is in the arms of a man.

Still he did not hurry in his movements. He had fought too many such engagements not to know how best to cause his partner to enjoy to the fullest these sweetest pleasures. Mr. Brown retained control of himself, but Julia's body soon became so thrilled with delight that she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moved her bottom so fast that he slid his hand down under it to hold her up, lest in her delirium of pleasure she might dislodge the stranger she was entertaining.

After placing his hand under her bottom, he began to thrust more rapidly, only stopping to ask her if it was good. She languidly opened her eyes and held up her lips to be kissed as she threw her arms about his neck. Then began the heaves and shoving again, soon increasing in rapidity and vehemence. After a few minutes the end came, preceded by his loud breathing and her exclamations. After one tremendous shove, as if to send his charge of life-giving sperm as far into her body as possible, he let his pleasure-giving rod remain buried within her as his head slowly dropped and his muscles relaxed.

Soon both were still. Lizzie and I had looked on, watching every motion, both enjoying the pleasure Julia was experiencing. We both became so excited that I squeezed my thighs together while Lizzie began to try to get relief by using her finger. After awhile, Mr. Brown raised his head and Julia opened her eyes. Before withdrawing, he gave her a few kisses, then got from between her thighs. Neither of them seemed inclined to say or do much for awhile. But Lizzie could not restrain herself. She began to ask them both many queer but puzzling questions, which they found difficult to answer.

Finally Julia said to her, “When you have been screwed, you will know all about it.”

Mr. Brown entertained us for an hour or two with very interesting stories, all relating to that delightfully entertaining subject, sexual intercourse. His champion had long since regained its former size and stiffness, but he seemed in no hurry to give Julia another taste of its quality.

We were all of us stark naked, as I intimated before. None of us girls could resist the attractions his beautiful charmer possessed. Lying on his back with his cock stiffly standing, he seemed pleased to have us examine and handle it.

After we had been handling it for some time, Julia got down on his belly and, resting sometimes on her elbow and sometimes with her head on his belly, she took possession of it. She felt of the skin that moved on the shaft even though it was so tightly stretched; then the glowing head attracted her attention, and she even opened the orifice in the end as if to ascertain where all the pleasure-giving sperm came from. She felt of the bag, too, and the two balls it contained. But the shaft seemed to please her most. Moving her head up to it, she laid it against her cheek where she let it remain a little while. Then she kissed its ruby head again and again. At last her desires became so great that she moved her face up to his and whispered, “Don't you want to fuck me again?”

“I will if you want me to,” he replied, but he didn't make any move.

Presently she said, “I wish you would.”

“How would you like to fuck me?” he asked, drawing her on top of him. He told her to get astraddle; she needed no further suggestions.

Getting a leg on either side of him, she took hold of his majesty and, placing his head at the entrance to her grotto, she let herself down and soon had him securely imprisoned. Mr. Brown kept still and let her do just as she pleased. She kept her bottom moving quite regularly at first, but her pleasure soon became so great that she was in danger of losing her prisoner through her irregular motions. Clasping his arms about her, he rolled her over on her back without letting the prisoner out. He then began to move the prisoner about in his close quarters. She again gave herself up to the delights she felt. She heaved, she squirmed, she threw her arms about his neck, every act telling of the exquisite pleasure she was enjoying. He too was experiencing thrilling pleasure in every nerve. Again he spent and again they lay in each other's arms in that delicious die-away languor that follows such amorous delights as they had been enjoying. Finally when they recovered their senses and he had got off, we all dressed ourselves, for Mr. Brown said he dared not stay any longer.

After he left I remained with the girls. I had not yet told Julia about the boys' wanting her to come over to the stable, but then I told her all about it. Lizzie said, “Let's go today,” but Julia had got about all she wanted for some days, so she refused.

I did not see the girls for a week or ten days after that, but I met them one day out by the barn, they having come from the direction of the dairyman's. Lizzie eagerly began to tell me that they had just come from over there, that they went with the boys out back of the stable, that Abner fucked Julia, and that Van fucked her. Said she, “He didn't hurt much for his prick ain't far so big as Mr. Brown's.”

After that, the girls used to meet the boys two or three times a week, usually in the evening and often in the barn, and every time they indulged in amorous delights without restraint. I was with them many times and was often urged by the boys to let them have just one screw, but remembering Mr. Brown's advice, I refused.

I noticed after awhile a change in Julia. She was in the family way. About three months after Mr. Brown had been with her last, she, without any notice to anyone, was married to Abner. They went to housekeeping nearby for Abner still continued at the dairy. Lizzie went to another place to live where she was taken sick with inflammation of the bowels and died. Julia was delivered of a six months' (?) baby, just the picture of its father, Mr. Brown, that is. I visited Julia very often, sometimes staying days with her.

When the baby was about three months old, Mr. Brown called to see him. I was there with Julia that day. After the baby had been duly admired, Julia told Mr. Brown he was the father. He was greatly pleased, I could see, for as I said, it was a handsome baby. He admired it and had it in his lap, playing with its chubby hands. Finally he laid it down and drawing Julia in his lap, said, “Shan't we make another baby?”

She made but little effort to get away, and he was soon handling her parts; then he got his hand under her skirts and, unbuttoning her drawers, felt of her pussy. As the drawers dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them, he put his arm about her and led her to the bed. He laid her over on the bed and felt of her a few minutes; then, getting between her legs, he had no difficulty in inserting his instrument and quickly shoving its whole length in her. A lively engagement followed, both of them sharing in its pleasures. Of course, I was allowed to look on as of old, but I realized a greater interest in what I saw and a greater desire than I had ever felt.

After, he got off the bed and she shook down her skirts, but didn't put on her drawers, expecting, no doubt, another bout after awhile. We went back to the parlor where he told us the latest scandal, etc.

We seated ourselves on the lounge, one each side of him. He had not buttoned his pants, so when I saw his staff getting hard and stiff again, I took it in my hand. It somehow possessed a greater attraction than ever. He let me feel a few minutes, then drew me over across his lap and pulled my skirts up. My drawers being in the way, I jumped up and took them off, then resumed my place again. What sensations I felt as his hand rested a moment on my thighs! As I spread my legs, his hand was at once placed on my pussy which was then surmounted by a lot of curly brown hair. His burning fingers quickly excited in me sensations I had never felt before. I can hardly tell how he did it, but he very soon set my blood to a fever heat and my senses in a whirl.

Presently he said, “Let's go into the bed.”

I led the way. He then nearly undressed me and removed his own garments except his shirt. I knew what he was going to do. It was what I had long wished for. I too was going to experience the supreme pleasure of existence, have his red-headed champion in my body, feel its pulsating and throbbing as it filled and stretched the delicate folds of my hungry receptacle.

I pulled up my chemise and got on the bed. Placing myself on my back, I spread my legs and awaited the attack. He didn't let me wait long. Getting between my legs, he first placed the head of his champion between the lips of my nest. What pleasure just the contact of the parts gave me! Yet I knew it was but a prelude to what was to come.

Seemingly he was afraid of hurting me, for he did not begin to shove at once. I began to be eager to feel it entering me, to feel it buried completely within me. Ah, now he shoves, gently, easily-I feel it is entering, but it meets some obstruction-still it has not hurt me. Suddenly he gives a violent shove, then another-something gives way-I feel a sharp pain-he has overcome the obstacle and I realize that now it is where I have so long desired to have it. The pain was not as great as I had anticipated, and it was soon forgotten in the exquisite sensation that ensued.

I can give no account of what followed for my senses were so drowned in bliss that I only knew I was tasting more than heavenly pleasures. When I regained my senses, he was still within me. I knew he had spent, for I could feel it running down on my bottom. I expected he would get off but he didn't. He remained between my legs with his shaft still in my nest.

“Well, Laura,” said he, “was it as good as you expected?”

“Yes, better,” I said. “I didn't know anything could make me feel so good.”

Still he kept his position. We had not talked long before I felt his majesty swell and in a short time it was again throbbing and moving in its prison. This time Mr. Brown did not hurry, but prolonged the pleasure a long while; just before he spent I felt his majesty swell and then I felt the sperm coming in warm jets. When he got off, we dressed ourselves and returned to the parlor.

Julia was not jealous a bit at my robbing her of anticipated pleasure. She insisted that Mr. Brown remain to dinner, which he did, leaving only when prudence said it was not wise to stay any longer. Before he left, Julia asked him to come again, as often as he pleased.

Soon after that, I met a nice fellow who fell in love with me at once. After a short courtship, we were married. We had but few guests at the wedding, but Mr. Brown was one of them. Shall I tell you the secrets of that first night? No, I don't need to. It was all your imagination can picture.

My husband was a man, every inch of him, and he had a “long Tom,” as he calls it, big enough, long enough, and stiff enough to fill any woman's desires. I'll only say that I got no sleep till near daylight, and my chemise was starched stiff in the morning.

On our return from our wedding trip John had a nice home ready where I was installed as mistress. One of the first to call after I got into my home was Mr. Brown.

I at once seated myself on his lap. He kissed me and inquired how I liked married life. I said, “It's bully,” but while we were talking he was taking liberties with me that no man ought to with another man's wife. I didn't object, however, so he didn't stop till he had me nearly undressed and on my back on the bed with his staff into me as far as it could go. Since it could go no further, of course, he had to stop.

He stayed where he was, however, till he gave me another glimpse of paradise. After he had flooded my womb with great spouting jets of sperm, he got from between my legs, saying he had made twins for me.

If I have any babies, I wonder if I will be able to tell who their father is. You may wonder why I let Mr. Brown into my grotto and affections after my marriage, but the truth is, one man is not enough for me. I can give John all he wants and then have enough left for two or three more men.

I have been admiring a good-looking bachelor neighbour who lives over the way. I think with his brawn and muscle he could equal John or Mr. Brown, and every time I see him I can't help thinking of the good times we might have together if he would only try. But, dear reader, goodbye.

Postscript-(Some weeks later).

I think 111 have to add a few lines to my already tiresome story, to tell about my bashful bachelor. He lived alone on a small place adjoining ours (John's and mine) where he raised small fruit which he sold in town. I hadn't lived here a week before I met him and at once admired him. After meeting him a few times, we got quite well acquainted, for John and he had known each other even before our marriage.

One day I baked a tin of biscuits which I took over to his house and left on his table while he was at work in the field. That evening, while John and I were at supper, he came in with a big dish of fine strawberries and said he knew I must have left him the biscuits. So, I may say, began our more intimate acquaintance.

I used often to go in and leave him a pie or a loaf of bread, and soon began to tidy up his rooms a little. He called often with fruits. At first he came when John was at home, but after awhile he always came when John was away. I thought that was encouraging and I soon treated him with the freedom of an old friend.

At first when he met me he was embarrassed and timid. I was pleased to see that he liked to be with me, though, and he soon became more at ease when we met. One day he brought me a particularly nice lot of strawberries.

“Oh, ain't they nice. If you were a woman, I'd give you a kiss,” I said.

He looked pleased, as if he would have liked the kiss anyway. He stayed longer than usual and I noticed a big lump in his pants. I was in hopes he would ask for the kiss, but he didn't.

Next morning soon after John left, he came in with more fruit and a nice bouquet of roses. I noticed that he was all of a tremble when he handed me the roses.

“These are so nice and you are so good that I must give you a kiss,” I said. So after putting the roses and fruit on the table, I went up to where he was sitting and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

How I pitied the poor fellow. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, and when he rose up I couldn't help noticing that his shaft was a big one, for it was vainly trying to burst the buttons off his overalls.

I knew he would be in again next morning, so just as soon as John left I took off my dress waist and my drawers, unfastened my skirt and petticoat, and unbuttoned my chemise too. Then, throwing a light shawl over my shoulders, I waited. Presently I saw him leave his house with a dish in his hand. I watched till he was near the door, then I went into the bedroom.

After giving a light tap on the door, he came in. I heard him close the door behind him. I came out of the bedroom, holding my skirts up with one hand and the shawl over my bosom with the other. Without giving him a chance to say anything, I said, “How kind you are to bring this to me. You will excuse my appearance, won't you? I am going to take a bath.” As I reached for the berries I let go of the shawl, which left my bosom exposed. His gaze was at once fastened on the charms exposed, but I did not appear to notice it. Then as I started to walk with the berries I let one of my petticoats go. I had gone half a dozen steps when it dropped about my feet, causing me to stumble and spill some of the berries and the shawl to fall from my shoulders. My bachelor friend sprang to my assistance. In raising me up, somehow, one of his hands was placed fairly on one of my breasts. Holding the dish of berries in my hand, I began to laugh at the predicament I was in, and as he began to press my bosom and hug me closely, I asked if he wanted to kiss my breasts.

“Yes, now,” said he, hoarse with passion.

“Well, let me put down the berries and you shall have it,” I said, but he held on to me while I stepped out of my skirts and placed the berries on the table. “If you want a good kiss,” I said, “you must sit down so I can reach you.”

When he seated himself I stood by him and stooped over to part his mustache in such a way that he could look into my open chemise and see my belly, and perhaps lower still. After parting his mustache to suit me, doing it very deliberately, I put my arm about his neck and my lips to his lips. Then his passion broke over all restraint. Clasping me in his arms he rose to his feet and carried me to the bed in the next room. Quickly removing his clothes, he threw himself upon me. I was prepared for the onset. When he got between my legs I seized hold of his charger and directed it to the portals of my haven of bliss, into which he quickly shoved it.

Dear reader, if you are a woman, you may know something of the delightful sensation his instrument caused me to feel in my most sensitive parts. But if you are a man, you can only imagine what an amorous woman enjoys when a strong, lusty man, almost beside himself with amorous desires, sends his hot, flaming instrument into her equally hot receptacle. My desires had become so strong that I really think I would have asked him point blank to share amorous pleasures with me, and candidly I don't think I came much short of doing so as it was. Do you, dear reader?

But while I have wandered from my subject a little, my bachelor friend was not idle, for he began to move that delightful pleasure-giving instrument of his in and out of my poor pussy, not stopping till after he had spent, inundating my womb with a flood of sperm. I felt elated and satisfied that I had succeeded in conquering the bachelor. He withdrew soon after spending, and we got off the bed. He could hardly look me in the face while we were dressing. I thought it strange that a man could be so timid. As soon as he had dressed himself he said goodbye. I went up to him, only partly dressed, and putting my arms about his neck, I gave him a kiss and told him he must come in again.

After he left I finished dressing, then attended to my housework which I had neglected. I made some pies and some cookies, and about half-past-ten I gathered up a pie and lots of cookies and started to take them to my neighbour just over the way. I had not put on my drawers, for I had not yet got all I wanted.

My bachelor friend met me at the door and we went in together. He followed me to the pantry when I put the pie and cookies in there and said he must give me a kiss for bringing the things. As he bent down to kiss me, he began to fumble about my bosom. I let him work a moment or two; then I took out two or three pins and my dress was all open. He put his hand in on my breast again.

“There, ain't that better?” I asked. I have a full well-developed bosom if I do say it, and he enjoyed feeling my breasts immensely. He tried to slide his hand down onto my belly. While I stood there, one of my hands accidentally came in contact with his champion. I began to unbutton his overalls, for he had no pants on, and soon I had the darling in my hand. I had never felt a larger or nicer one. It was stiff and swollen almost to bursting. His overalls dropped to the floor, and when his shirt was pulled up the whole of the beautiful instrument was presented to my sight. He allowed me to handle it and feast my eyes on it awhile before we went to the bed.

I placed myself on my back, expecting him to mount me at once, but he wished to examine the premises first. His fingering and manipulations soon got my desires almost past bearing. After satisfying his curiosity, he again presented himself for the fray and again I directed the weapon into the sheath nature intended for it. After burying its whole length in my body, he began to shove, but not so frantically as before, and at a suggestion from me he stopped occasionally, thus prolonging the pleasure.

I understood his timidity and embarrassment when he told me I was the first woman he had ever had intercourse with. I could hardly believe it at first, but he doubtless told the truth. I asked him, now that he had had a little taste of stolen sweets, if the reality equaled his expectations.

“It greatly exceeds them,” he said. “I now begin to realize what pleasures my bashfulness has caused me to lose.”

Once more I drew from him that delicious tribute which all men must pay who worship at the shrine of Venus. He did not withdraw immediately but when he did I got up and dropped my skirts, and when I had replaced the pins I was ready to return home.

“May I come to see you this afternoon?” he asked.

“You may come whenever you please,” I said, throwing my arms about his neck and kissing him.

He did not release me but kept our lips glued together some minutes. Then, backing me up against the bed, he laid me on my back and threw up my clothes. Quickly dropping his overalls, he got between my legs and sheathed his weapon again in my body. We again experienced the pleasures that are sweet beyond the power of words to describe, and after he had again spent he allowed me to return home.

I was not certain whether he would come in the afternoon, but just after three o'clock I saw him coming. I had my clothes off before he came in. We went at once to the bed where, without any preliminaries, we again engaged in love's combat. After he went home I felt as if I were pretty well satisfied for once.

I have no trouble in supplying the wants of all three men. Mr. Brown only comes occasionally, but John and my bachelor friend are more frequent in their calls.

They are happy and so am I.