Elsie was a little older than I, being nearly thirteen. She was very beautiful, with the most lovely pink and white complexxion imaginable, with large blue eyes which seemed almost black. Her hair hung in curls, soft and silky, of a beautiful golden brown with just a tint of copper.
Jennie and Dora insisted that we should all strip naked, and with many pretty blushes Elsie allowed herself to be disrobed by Dora. The rest of us managed for ourselves..
I had never seen anything so beautiful as Elsie appeared when she stood before us with her last stitch gone, rosy in her embarrassment. Since then I have had the good fortune to have many beautiful little darlings in my arms, and topress their warm, throbbing, fragant nakedness to my own, but I have never seen a fairer, more perfectly formed little elf than she. We stood staring at each other, neither knowing ust what to do first. Dora and Jenie came to the rescue. The former laid Elsie on her back on a rug with some pillows under head. Jennie led me to her, made me kneel between her beautiful rounded, tpering little legs, and then the two of them to10 gether fitted our pars and began to shove. After much work I got a good portion of my cock in the sweet little slit, and then stuck. But she began to spen as I made desperate efforts to get in the rest of the way, and the little passage, thus made pleasantry slippery, aided my efforts, and suddenly something seemed to give way and I sank in to the full length of my not very formidable little tool. It was a grand succecc. After Elsie and I hadfucked, Dora insisted that I should fuck her, and I did.
This was only the first of many glorious times we all had together. We had no break in our party of four for two years, when Dora got married. The next year Jennie followed suit, and about that time Emma came to us as parlor maid, and she and I were soon on the most intmate possible terms. I also continued my relations with Elsie, and do yet, also with Emma, whom, as I said in the beginning, has been married for twelve years. Her marriage did not put an end to our intercourse, for she was nice little woman, and she had no secrets from us. Her husband was rather lazy and shiftless, and not always sober, but she stuck to him. She used to tell me that she could forgive him anything, for he had such a magnificent tool between his legs, and knew so well how to use it. She used to give me frequent accounts of their encounters in the field of Venus. But none the less she did not object to a little outside fucking when the opportunity was presened.
One day Emma said she had a good joke to tell me. It seems that Fred, her husband, had come home a little the worse for drink the night before. She was in bed, and the two children. Dicky, aged eleven, and Molly, aged ten, were sleeping together on a mattress on the floor. Fred came in undrssed, and jumped into bed. But let Emma tell the story for herself.
"Well, Fred got his clothes off in a hurry and jumped into bed quite naked. He pulled up my night-dress, saying:
"Emma, old girl, turn up your cunt. I'm dying for a fuck. Just see what a hard on I have on.
Of course I was as anxious for it as he was, so I caught hold of his great prick and guided in to my cunt. He gave a few heaves woth his bottom and soon his balls were squeezed up against me, and the head of his penis battering away at the mouth of my womb. He squirted twice without uncunting, and then I sucked him stiff again, and getting on top of him shoved his prick up my belly and began to ride him. All the time we kept talking smut to each other, using all the bawdy words we could think of, such as "fuck," spunk," bollocks," "arse." Finally, after I had him spend the third time, he wanted to suck my cunt. So I let him syend the third time, he wanted to suck my cunt. So I let him, and then we lay and frigged each other, he tickling my clitoris and running running his finger up my quim, while I played with his balls and rubbed his foreskin back and forth till I made him throw off again. As for me, I was spending a perfect stream, and making his fingers all sticky. Neither of us thought anything about Dicky and Molly, but evidently they were wide awake, and had been many times before when their father and I were at the rub-belly game. I was out when the youngsters got home from school the next day, but came in a little afterward. They were in the bed room, and I heard them from the "Don't wiggle so. I can't get my finger in."
"But you tickle said Molly. I can't keep still."
"Well, don't you like it? Doesn't it feel good?
"Yes."
"Well, then, keep still. Take hold of my prick.
Just see how stiff it is. We will frig each other like Papa and Mamma do."
"I peeped in, and there those two youngsters were sitting on the bed. Molly had her skirt up and no drawers on, and Dicky had his pants down about his heels, and there the little dears were frigging each other for all they were worth and looking as pleased as Punch. Then Dicky said:
"Molly old girl, turn up your cunt. I'm dying for a fuck. Just see what a hardon I have on." (The very words Fred had said to me the night before.