sympathy established between us to which we readily gave a hearty response. We were, in addition, both deep thinkers, which is not the usual blessing bestowed on college folks at graduation. Philosophers are born, not manufactured in any school or institution.
She told me of her own boy, now a fine lad of fourteen, who had been in the habit of having intercourse with her, his own mother, for nigh three years. No other but the lad and I had ever had access to her since the death of her husband. I now told her of my desire to know a nice, clean woman who had a girl of about ten or eleven years old, that I preferred a widow, or one left alone somehow, so I could have the girl become acquainted with what the mother and myself were doing, to have her see and play with me, that I yearned to handle a young girl's hairless, pulpy, cunnie before she had yet learned about men.
Anna was game, her eyes sparkled as she said she knew just such a woman, that she lived in Allentown, was about thirty-five years old, pretty, well shaped and preserved, refined, that she was in modest though comfortable circumstances, had given birth to a lovely and very pretty girl, who was now about such an age, born out of wedlock. The man had not married her, but she got along very well, and was still a friend of his, while from talks she had with her recently she knew, beyond doubt, she would be very ready to yield to me. As for the girl knowing, that would have to come by my arrangement, but as her friend lived in a very small town house she knew there could only be one bed room and she guessed it could not be helped but the pretty and chunky girl must see and hear every thing. She gave me a brief note of introduction, and I adroitly, considerately but unmistakably led to the point. Anna had already confided in her about us two. The name of this new flame was Mary, and the girl's Liza. Mary said she had but the one bedroom and what would she do about Liza? To which I replied: “Oh, we'll be quiet, she will be fast asleep.
Besides, what's the difference? She must learn about men and women sooner or later, and far, far better the girl learn through us than strangers.” Oh, the Dutch women are pliable if a man is but pleasant and has a little money he can easily get on the right side of them.
Liza proved to be a most pretty blond child, with heavy golden hair in ringlets, about her shoulders, as plump as a partridge, very large for her years, she would very easily pass as thirteen or fourteen, though she was only just past eleven. I was really astounded that one so young could look so big and plump. Her breasts were almost ripe, nice and firm and round. Her bottom was very large and solid as wood that would have graced many a woman let alone so young a girl.
Her legs and thighs I knew by inference would do justice to her other rotundities. I also knew by instinct at once, as soon as I set eyes on her that she was lustful though of course she herself did not realize it. Puberty was about to set in and she was already feeling the change, for she strutted about the room so proudly, jerking her knees well back at each step which would set the two solid cheeks of her bottom quiver in harmony with her titties.
This is but a pencil sketch of the dear child, my first impression of her till I had the opportunity to know her better which was not very long, no indeed!
I soon won the child's confidence, and soon had her rolling all over me and kissing me with a good deal of passion.
Her mother had a trip to make to the store and would not be back for an hour or two. She left the girl in my keeping, though she asked her if she wanted to go along with her, to which she promptly, protested begging to stay with me. The knowing mother slyly winked at me, and on leaving, whispered to me not to fuck her till she could assist, but that I could feel at her all I wanted if I went about it cautiously so as not to arouse her suspicions. When we were alone, the»dear child sat on my knees and kissed me lovingly. I then stood her between my legs, saying I was too tired to hold her on my knees any longer. In this position I commenced my maneuvers.
She had her soft arms around my neck. I now began to pat her bottom, which could easily be felt beneath her one thin house dress. I asked her what she called this – my hand gently squeezing her round, hard cheeks. To which she naively replied: “My bot-tom, that it was made to be spanked.”
“Does mother ever spank it for you?”
“Oh, yes every day almost if I am not a good girl, or get my lessons wrong. It hurts at first, then feels good. Mother makes the cane hit me right under here,” pointing to her cunnie. I now put my hand up under her short dress. She had on a pair of very tight panties that fitted her like tights, bringing the two firm cheeks closely together.
She did not resent this liberty of mine, but seemed rather pleased. What thighs, so round and chubby, what a lovely bottom and as smooth as silk. I moulded it, patted it, squeezed it, ran my fingers in between the cheeks, then in under her thighs which she had separated by instinct. My hand grasped her fat, springy, hairless cunnie that protruded so admirably from the graceful swell of her belly. I ran my fingers ever so gently in between the tight lips that now were quite moist. She liked it. for her bottom began to squirm and clutch slyly on my other hand that held it so lovingly. I asked her what she called this I was feeling? she replied: “My, birdie that's where I pee out of.”
Not a blush came to her sweet, rosy face all the while, so innocent was she, for she knew no wrong. She instinctively kissed me very sweetly as I toyed with her dear little love nest. I could have loved to have put the head of my now rampart cock against those two closed lips of her darling cunt, but restrained myself, as I had given my word of honor to her mother I should not do any more than feel the various charms of her delightful young body. I felt her tits, large for one so young, forming two very nice round globes which, when fully matured would set the hearts of men on fire to kiss or fondle them as I was now doing. To all my handling she leant herself most freely and seemed to enjoy it immensely. I lifted up her dress and beheld a glorious white and supple body with all its alluring invitations I pulled up her panties as high as they would possibly go. My, what a sight to see her bottom tightly encased in them and drawing the twin globes together! I patted it again and again, fascinated by the sight and the feel of them.
I now gently pulled off her one little thin dress, and then her drawers. She had but her shoes and stockings which came a little above her knees. I stood her between my wide-spread legs, with her bottom resting on my thigh. Both hands were very busy feeling all her charms by turns, one by one, then going the glorious round again. I'd mold her titties, tickle the nipples till I felt them distinctly get hard and stand out proudly. I'd slap first one then the other cheek of the bottom, dig my finger between the smooth furrow, in under her thighs my hand would go marching for her sweet little slit, which made a very good handful I can assure you. I got a finger into the tightly closed lips for about two inches, when she said it hurt her to put it up any further. At which, I of course desisted. I was in a furious state, my cock was jumping madly, so much, that the child began to ask what it was that was jumping so much inside there, as she pointed to it. At once I opened my pants and let the poor suffering prisoner out.
She did look comical as she viewed the pillar of Eros. She got hold of it of her own accord, I did not even suggest it to her, she fondled it in her own innocent way, which only tantalized me, till I showed her how to jerk it off for me. This she did very cleverly for a first experience. I asked her to rub the head up against her cuntie.
Standing in front of me she took hold of my member and commenced to rub the head of it between those two soft, moist velvet lips, running the entire length and back again, down again and right under her bottom. Once more she brought it to her tiny orifice and rubbed it quickly. I felt the crisis coming over me, I clutched her bottom which was agitated with her own emotions, for she tightened and relaxed it violently by turns, I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it powerfully.
Oh, will I ever forget that rich, violent “spend” I shot into her belly! Mind you, I did not insert my cock into her, but merely let the head rest inside the fat folds of her nest as I shot a torrent of love juice into her. She was surprised at the discharge and thought I had peed into her as she expressed it. I took my handkerchief and wiped her off clean and told her to put her clothes on and that we might do it again soon if she liked it. She said she liked it, that it made her birdie feel ever and ever so funny. When she had her dress to rights again, she nestled in my lap and thus her dear mother found us on her return. I soon had an opportunity to acquaint her with my progress with the daughter, omitting nothing, but telling every detail. She was more than pleased to hear it. She said nothing to the girl, but waited till bed time came. I wondered why she could continue her habit of undressing downstairs by her mother and washing before going up to bed, doing all this before me, but I learned why later.
She sat on a stool and removed her shoes and stockings, then her little panties, and while she was just a wee little bit careful she showed delightful glimpses of bare thighs, a bit of bottom, and twice a full view of her sweet little cunnie, which, however, only lasted a brief second or two, the child being totally unconscious I was looking at
