Then he began explaining, “when Pa does it to Mama he goes off just like that in her belly, up here,” touching my cuntie. He had a nice sized cock as I now recall, even then at his age. I continued to play and fondle it and his neat little balls and it soon became stiff again. When I told him to do it to me as Pa did it to Mama. He got on top of me, but despite ill our efforts we could not get his cock into me, and so had to content ourselves as best we could. We often played with each other after that day whenever we got a chance.
It was a few years later when we first saw gism gush from his cock, from one of my rubbings of it. That startled us, for we had never been near enough to know that Pa poured out gism. Some time after this — I was ten and Frank fifteen, when we tried again to do the real thing together, and this time it worked just like your Willie with Liza, (here she cried out, “Liza dear, if you don't stop tongueing my “boy" and fingering my bottom hole, I cannot go on with my story, for you make me so hot and wet down there. One thing at a time, dearie, besides, mama's cunt has had quite enough for awhile.
Come up here and lay in my arms — there's a sweet little dear.”) Well, Ro, Frank's cock spent right at my waiting pussie and made all around it wet and slippery, the hotstuff running down the nick of my bottom.
He was cool and did not loose his nice stiffness. He got up and rubbed his fingers around my parts, inside and out, and it surprised us both how easily his fingers slid into me, both behind and in front. He got on top of me again, his cock slippery and wet, he was so eager and hot over the idea, that he pushed and finally got his cock into me. It hurt a little, but I didn't mind it, I wanted it up, further, and now got it — got it all the way into my belly as far as he could push it, till his balls nestled below my cunt and swung against my bottom as he worked it like mad into me. I guess it felt good to both of us.
After that, we did it often, just when we got a good chance, which was often, and I soon got my full measure of joy from his splendid cock. Once he got it up my bottom and spent a lot of gism up there, while he finger-fucked my pussy, this new way felt good to both of us for we often did it this way. He would have me stand straight up, then he'd stand behind me, rub his cock between my bottom cheeks, smack it with his stiff cock, which would make me just jump a little bit, then he'd gently push it up my bottom, making me wiggle and twist every way, from side to side, backward and forward till I'd feel his hot milk gush in torrents all the way in my vitals. Then he'd ask me to let him see me eject it from my bottom, and this used to make him feel good and hot as he'd hold both cheeks firmly, closing and opening them as his milk ran from my bottom to the floor. I was twelve when an event happened to me.
Father and mother had decided to take Frank to town to buy him a new suit of clothes so he'd look as good as the other boys for the fourth of July celebrations that was to take place in the little town next to us. My dress had already been made for me by my mother, who was very handy that way. They all three set off early in the morning, so to avoid the rush and be able to get home by 4 o clock in the afternoon if possible. I was left to do the housework. In warm weather I did not bother to dress much but usually went about the house in a shimmy. Our house stood by itself, the nearest dwelling to us being over a block away. Dense woods were at the back of our place, so it was fairly cut off from view. I was happy, and sang to myself as I did my work. I stepped out at the back for a little cool air, and whilst out I bent down to pee, lifting my shirt well up out of the way, so that all below my waist was fully exposed, I then went back into the kitchen to finish my work. I had not been there long when I was suddenly seized by a pair of powerful hands from behind by a big man, a hobo or tramp, who at that time infested the district. He clamped his hand over my mouth before, in my fright and shame, I could cry out. He put his hand up my skirt and ripped my bottom, inserting one finger between my thighs he thus lifted me up. I now felt his thick finger sink deeply into my little slit to the knuckles. He could see my bare legs as they dangled and kicked out before him; I struggled more from fright than anything, though he still held me in this position. He now pulled his hand away from my bottom, and began to smack it as hard as he could. He still had his hand to my mouth and I was stood up pressed to him sideways. He now put me across his knee and belabored my bottom soundly, and hit me right on my wet cunnie several times. Then he again rammed his finger at one push up my pussy and worked it in and out very rapidly — I was still laid over his knee. It made me feel good, — though I dared not show it to him. He now let me get up and tied a cloth over my mouth saying he'd kill me if I did not let him do what he wanted of me, that if I was good and kept still no harm would befall me. I had heard of these bad man and knew it was best for me to let him do all he wanted if I was not to get killed perhaps. So I surrendered to him.
He sat on the side of the bed, and made me stand between his legs. He turned me around and around, viewing my backside and pinching it and prodding it, then he'd turn me till my front faced him, when my titties would be rudely squeezed, the nipples pulled out and let go so the tit would rebound back and quivver. He then slapped my belly, then my cunnie, which he now got hold of in his hand and pulled it out as far as it would go and let it then bounce back, where it quivered and trembled a little like jelly. He now pulled out of his pants an enormous cock. He took my hand and forced me to grip it. He held my closed hand on it and worked it up and down over the head of his cock, then told me to do it myself without his helping me. I desisted for a moment when he gave me a fierce smack on my cunnie that made me jump in the air. I now performed the task for him in fear. He made me stand in front of him with my belly right up to him and made me rub his cock fast up and down the lips of my pussy. Soon I felt him shoot a stream of white, hot cream about my belly, some of it going inside my slit.
All the time I was performing on him he was pawing me, either my titties, which he sucked, or my bottom, into which he jerked his finger.
He now made a strange request. He told me to stand right in front of him, close up, and piss. He reached out his hand to the table and got a tin basin and held it or rather made me hold it between my outstretched legs. I had only a few moments-before peed outside and though I had no more pee in me. But I have learned since, that nervousness can induce this function rapidly, so I myself was surprised to see my pee come in little nervous jets. All the time he had both hands around behind my bottom. He could feel it grip as I exerted myself to pee, and this sight of my hairless cunnie pouting its plump lips, sucking in and out in peeing, made his cock as rigid as possible. When I had done it he carried me over to the bed, lay me on it, or rather threw me on it. One foot remained on the floor, the other was stretched out on the bed, my pussy was thus fully exposed to him. I now became really more alarmed than ever, for I thought I could never get such an enormous cock into my little belly. He now took a position between my well opened thighs, paced one hand over my mouth, seized his cock and placed the big head to my trembling cunnie. I held my breath in anticipation of the pain and struggle so unequal and held myself in readiness for the ripping open of my poor little belly as I then surely thought. He began by running the head slowly and firmly up and down the length of my slit. Gradually inserting the head. He got a-bout an inch of it, then took hold of my bottom in both hands, gripping tightly and fiercely each cheek and pulling me up to him forcing his cock slowly into me. Never before had I felt such a tearing, stretching of my pussy lips as they tried to accommodate such a monster. It was fortunate that there was plenty of his gism all about the parts which helped it to slide into me less painfully than otherwise it would with out that oil-like substance. Up, up, up I felt it making its terrible way into me, till at last I had the full length of it in me, so that his big bag of hard nuts rattled against my bottom as he held the cheeks cruelly wide apart. Madly he worked it in and out to its full length. I felt most thoroughly packed tightly and it began to give me some pleasure, for I could not help but meet his advances by showing my belly up to him, which pleased him I saw. All at once I felt one of his fingers dart rapidly into my bottom and work about inside there in all directions. This had an electric effect on me for I remember I worked as furiously as my assailant. One hand now seized one of or other of my bouncing titties, or he'd mould one while he ravenously sucked the other. Soon I felt the biggest stream of hot milk shoot into me. I was so packed inside with his big cock, that there was no room left for even liquid, so that I felt it dribbling down my belly bottom, which was thoroughly lathered by it. He now pulled it out and immediately fell on his knees and began to suck my hot pussy, wet with his gism. Again he made me spend. All the time he was feeling my legs, thighs, belly, titties, or bottom, roaming at will where he pleased while I just lay there still and helpless.