“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
