“Yes', I added, “and her cunnie is hugging and sucking it now, so that it doesn't want to get away, only he's just half stiff.
Just put your hand underneath to her bottom and feel how those cheeks are behaving together, gripping each other as hard as they can.” Mary complied and said: “Just lay still till I see whether I can induce him to get brave a-gain in her belly.”
With Liza's kisses and panting my face, and I seizing her young bottom in both hands and pulling her tightly to me, and Mary caressing my balls after tenderly wiping off all the gism, toying and squeezing them and the root of my cock, where she would give little pinches to the bulging lips of the fair little hairless cunnie why of course he began to stiffen in the little belly and more so as I began to move in and out of that gripping sweet nest. I then said to Liza: “Now, Liza you are going to get a real mama's fucking!” She settled herself to it bravely, the sweet little dear, and I did all I knew how to delight her mama with a view of Just what she had herself got. As my cock stiffened up well I diddled her, which I do by just working the head in and out about an inch between the lips and when ready to push in, Mary held the lips apart and then my short in and out strokes were short, just moving enough to excite her cunt and bottom to action, then cramming her finally and rubbing it's head up against her womb firmly – but not too hard, so as not to injure her. I watched her and saw she was about “on the way” I stopped, once more was all she dared to “go off” and I would go off with her and would tell her to get ready. By reason of the fuckings my cock had been through, Willie could do a lot of work all of which more than delighted the dear girl to the utmost, and, without pain, because by this time, her tight cuntie was well oiled with slippery gism which has oozed out of her.
Pretty soon I found him “on the way” and whispered to her: “Now, dear, get ready for his love juice – yes- get-ready-dear-o- oh-y-e-sN-O-Will-Heavens! I knew I cried out as the sharp intoxication and quivering sting struck my vitals as I lay over on the dear child.
Liza's screams were an indication that she had also been touched by the arrow of Eros and so was allowed to reach as happy extend of bliss as I. I still lay with her, could feel her pulsing cunnie throbbing around my cock. Mary was at her post with her head between our thighs, but not touching us, watching to get ready for the first glimpse of the “dearies” when they were ready to part. She had a cloth under Liza's bottom to catch the precious juices when I was ready to pull out. When I did so she held him tightly that we could hear the “suck and snap” that always is present in a very tight hole, as he finally got out. I now looked at the dear, naked little cunt, and saw it was all red and tender, some of her dear red blood mingled with our juices. I lay down beside Liza awhile, while Mary tenderly fixed our “sweeties” as she called them. Liza was too much overcome with contented happiness to talk, and she just put her cool arms around my neck and kissed me again and again, ejaculating in one long drawn-out sigh “O-OH M-Y.
Mary then asked me where I got the idea of shaving around my privates, saying “I think it looks so pretty that way without a lot of unsightly hair, it is so smooth, velvety and so like a boy's for silkiness, but I didn't know men did so, though I have known a few women preferring to have their bellies shaved.” I told her it was my own notion of years past, that I shaved once a week for the cleanly feeling it gives and because I like to feel all smooth places, that is why I love this little girl's belly so much, and I would like to shave your cunt, if I may, it would then look as nice and tempting as this young thing here (touching Liza's). She responded “You may do anything you think to please you.”
“Alright, dear, then after a rest and a smoke and a little drink I will make that dear cunt of yours as perfect a dear to lick at as any young girl's in the world.”
I forget to mention, that is was while I was in tune with Carrie that I first had shaved. We, Mary, Liza, and I sat around and talked and played and kissed. Mary anointed her daughter's thighs, bottom and cunt and massaged them well, then made her squat and exercise her legs to overcome any tendency of stiffness in the parts from the severe strain and use that had been made on them, and which might otherwise give the show away when she walked out. In due time we had dinner-and the work was out of the way, we were rested and I said: “Now, Mary dear, you lay on the bed with your feet on the floor while I remove your cunties' hair so the birdie can be seen.” She came and stood in front of me, and I knew she wanted me to kiss it, so I tickled it a little and said: “You wait till I make it as smooth as the day you were born then I'll kiss it all you can stand.”
She dropped on the bed saying, “Do as you please with me and take no hurry for every minute in your hands is precious and as new trip to heaven by a different route.” (I had not mentioned she was a college woman, and had been a teacher in a very select private school for boys, and that she taught her own daughter instead of sending her to a school.) Liza sat by me to help, but more to look on. I had a safety razor with me. First I carefully clipped the hairs off with a scissors, keeping a curl and cutting one for Liza, who, after tying it with a silken thread, stuck it into her cunnie for a moment or two. I could insert a finger or two into Mary's cunt to push the firm flesh out so I could work on it better and thus run no risk of cutting her, and when I could, I'd let my thumb rest on the “little boy in boat”.
All this caused Mary a great deal of joy and pleasure, and Liza was busy adding to the joy by stroking her mama's bottom and thighs. It took a long time to do the job artistically and it was a spot I delighted to work upon so I was in no hurry. We all three enjoyed ourselves and it would be hard to tell which of us had the greater fun while the shaving was in progress.' Occasionally I stopped to kiss her. When at last it was done and I had bathed her with witch hazel and powdered it, Liza begged to be the first to kiss it, so I let her give it a good tongue-ing. After awhile, I gave Mary a mirror to look at her new love nest. She admitted it looked far nicer and certainly more smoother and velvety than before, so that she was charmed by the transformation. Then she stood up before me between my knees, pushed her belly forward to me, I put my hand around to her bottom, inserting a finger into it, drew her to me as I sat on the floor and gave her a good tongue-ing, so nice, that she couldn't stand up, and she fell on the bed where I finished her off in the same way sending her into exquisite dreams. It was a most lust provoking sight to see those big splendid round cheeks of her bottom, with its furrow ending in those two dear firm lips of her closed cunnie now so smooth. I patted it and loved it fiercely. Oh, girls and ladies, let me advice you to shave yourselves weekly, for it makes it look so nice, clean, sweet and certainly more tempting.
“Now girls,” I said, “I shall be the master of ceremonies the rest of the afternoon, and there is to be no more diddling of any kind.”
“Mary interjected, “I think you have been master of ceremonies all the time since your arrival, much to my delight, but have it your way, sir, I am so satisfied that I am awfully contented, only don't ask me to do anything, for I'm too tired, and just want to rest and talk awhile.”
Liza said, “I think “Willie” has been the chief performer so far, haven't you, Willie, dear?” and she patted him as she gets on the bed beside her mama and proceeds to run her smooth cunt, for it fascinated her in it's new form or dress. I sat on the bed beside Mary and asked her to regale us with the story of every erotic experience she have had with boys and men cocks, and also to tell us all she had seen or heard from childhood days. She replied, “Well, I will, for Liza knows of my mistake that brought her into the world and from what she has told us, and with what she has thus far indulged in with us, the telling will interest and amuse her and you too.” Here Liza kissed her and said, “Oh, do tell us, mama dear, and don't skip anything now!”
Now Mary shall do the talking, and what follows in her own narrative in her own words.
I am thirty five now. I taught school from eighteen to twenty four. My father met his death when I was fourteen, and my mother died when I reached twenty. I had one brother five years my senior, who went West before I had my “accident', and he died there a few years ago, so that, as to immediate family relatives I am alone, and under the circumstances I am glad, for I shall, in a few years, when Liza is fifteen, sell out here and move to another city. So much for that.
Father and mother left me fairly well off or rather comfortable, but in my childhood days they must have lived very savingly, for we had only this small house where we are now. You see there is only this one room below, one bedroom and that whole of a room next to us. I slept in a crib as a baby I guess, but from the time I was three I was taken in bed with mother and slept on her side of the bed. We were always put to bed early; brother had a cot in that closet of a room, and I think my parents retired about nine o'clock. Just what year it was when I first began to notice things I do not recall, but I know I was five at the time I first remember what I now tell. Bear in mind we were of the Dutch, and with all their phlegmatic manner they are an amorous race. In the privacy of their homes there isn't so much care on the part of father as to concealing his sex tokens. On this particular night when they came up to bed, he stripped naked, and told mother to do the same. She whispered something to him about me, but he poo-pooed it and she obeyed I lay there with my back to the light coming in the window here, so that my face was in the shadow, while their bodies were fully revealed to me. It is strange how children can even
