seemed in no hurry to give Julia another taste of its quality.
We were all of us stark naked, as I intimated before. None of us girls could resist the attractions his beautiful charmer possessed. Lying on his back with his cock stiffly standing, he seemed pleased to have us examine and handle it.
After we had been handling it for some time, Julia got down on his belly and, resting sometimes on her elbow and sometimes with her head on his belly, she took possession of it. She felt of the skin that moved on the shaft even though it was so tightly stretched; then the glowing head attracted her attention, and she even opened the orifice in the end as if to ascertain where all the pleasure-giving sperm came from. She felt of the bag, too, and the two balls it contained. But the shaft seemed to please her most. Moving her head up to it, she laid it against her cheek where she let it remain a little while. Then she kissed its ruby head again and again. At last her desires became so great that she moved her face up to his and whispered, “Don't you want to fuck me again?”
“I will if you want me to,” he replied, but he didn't make any move.
Presently she said, “I wish you would.”
“How would you like to fuck me?” he asked, drawing her on top of him. He told her to get astraddle; she needed no further suggestions.
Getting a leg on either side of him, she took hold of his majesty and, placing his head at the entrance to her grotto, she let herself down and soon had him securely imprisoned. Mr. Brown kept still and let her do just as she pleased. She kept her bottom moving quite regularly at first, but her pleasure soon became so great that she was in danger of losing her prisoner through her irregular motions. Clasping his arms about her, he rolled her over on her back without letting the prisoner out. He then began to move the prisoner about in his close quarters. She again gave herself up to the delights she felt. She heaved, she squirmed, she threw her arms about his neck, every act telling of the exquisite pleasure she was enjoying. He too was experiencing thrilling pleasure in every nerve. Again he spent and again they lay in each other's arms in that delicious die-away languor that follows such amorous delights as they had been enjoying. Finally when they recovered their senses and he had got off, we all dressed ourselves, for Mr. Brown said he dared not stay any longer.
After he left I remained with the girls. I had not yet told Julia about the boys' wanting her to come over to the stable, but then I told her all about it. Lizzie said, “Let's go today,” but Julia had got about all she wanted for some days, so she refused.
I did not see the girls for a week or ten days after that, but I met them one day out by the barn, they having come from the direction of the dairyman's. Lizzie eagerly began to tell me that they had just come from over there, that they went with the boys out back of the stable, that Abner fucked Julia, and that Van fucked her. Said she, “He didn't hurt much for his prick ain't far so big as Mr. Brown's.”
After that, the girls used to meet the boys two or three times a week, usually in the evening and often in the barn, and every time they indulged in amorous delights without restraint. I was with them many times and was often urged by the boys to let them have just one screw, but remembering Mr. Brown's advice, I refused.
I noticed after awhile a change in Julia. She was in the family way. About three months after Mr. Brown had been with her last, she, without any notice to anyone, was married to Abner. They went to housekeeping nearby for Abner still continued at the dairy. Lizzie went to another place to live where she was taken sick with inflammation of the bowels and died. Julia was delivered of a six months' (?) baby, just the picture of its father, Mr. Brown, that is. I visited Julia very often, sometimes staying days with her.
When the baby was about three months old, Mr. Brown called to see him. I was there with Julia that day. After the baby had been duly admired, Julia told Mr. Brown he was the father. He was greatly pleased, I could see, for as I said, it was a handsome baby. He admired it and had it in his lap, playing with its chubby hands. Finally he laid it down and drawing Julia in his lap, said, “Shan't we make another baby?”
She made but little effort to get away, and he was soon handling her parts; then he got his hand under her skirts and, unbuttoning her drawers, felt of her pussy. As the drawers dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them, he put his arm about her and led her to the bed. He laid her over on the bed and felt of her a few minutes; then, getting between her legs, he had no difficulty in inserting his instrument and quickly shoving its whole length in her. A lively engagement followed, both of them sharing in its pleasures. Of course, I was allowed to look on as of old, but I realized a greater interest in what I saw and a greater desire than I had ever felt.
After, he got off the bed and she shook down her skirts, but didn't put on her drawers, expecting, no doubt, another bout after awhile. We went back to the parlor where he told us the latest scandal, etc.
We seated ourselves on the lounge, one each side of him. He had not buttoned his pants, so when I saw his staff getting hard and stiff again, I took it in my hand. It somehow possessed a greater attraction than ever. He let me feel a few minutes, then drew me over across his lap and pulled my skirts up. My drawers being in the way, I jumped up and took them off, then resumed my place again. What sensations I felt as his hand rested a moment on my thighs! As I spread my legs, his hand was at once placed on my pussy which was then surmounted by a lot of curly brown hair. His burning fingers quickly excited in me sensations I had never felt before. I can hardly tell how he did it, but he very soon set my blood to a fever heat and my senses in a whirl.
Presently he said, “Let's go into the bed.”
I led the way. He then nearly undressed me and removed his own garments except his shirt. I knew what he was going to do. It was what I had long wished for. I too was going to experience the supreme pleasure of existence, have his red-headed champion in my body, feel its pulsating and throbbing as it filled and stretched the delicate folds of my hungry receptacle.
I pulled up my chemise and got on the bed. Placing myself on my back, I spread my legs and awaited the attack. He didn't let me wait long. Getting between my legs, he first placed the head of his champion between the lips of my nest. What pleasure just the contact of the parts gave me! Yet I knew it was but a prelude to what was to come.
Seemingly he was afraid of hurting me, for he did not begin to shove at once. I began to be eager to feel it entering me, to feel it buried completely within me. Ah, now he shoves, gently, easily-I feel it is entering, but it meets some obstruction-still it has not hurt me. Suddenly he gives a violent shove, then another-something gives way-I feel a sharp pain-he has overcome the obstacle and I realize that now it is where I have so long desired to have it. The pain was not as great as I had anticipated, and it was soon forgotten in the exquisite sensation that ensued.
I can give no account of what followed for my senses were so drowned in bliss that I only knew I was tasting more than heavenly pleasures. When I regained my senses, he was still within me. I knew he had spent, for I could feel it running down on my bottom. I expected he would get off but he didn't. He remained between my legs with his shaft still in my nest.
“Well, Laura,” said he, “was it as good as you expected?”
“Yes, better,” I said. “I didn't know anything could make me feel so good.”
Still he kept his position. We had not talked long before I felt his majesty swell and in a short time it was again throbbing and moving in its prison. This time Mr. Brown did not hurry, but prolonged the pleasure a long while; just before he spent I felt his majesty swell and then I felt the sperm coming in warm jets. When he got off, we dressed ourselves and returned to the parlor.
Julia was not jealous a bit at my robbing her of anticipated pleasure. She insisted that Mr. Brown remain to dinner, which he did, leaving only when prudence said it was not wise to stay any longer. Before he left, Julia asked him to come again, as often as he pleased.
Soon after that, I met a nice fellow who fell in love with me at once. After a short courtship, we were married. We had but few guests at the wedding, but Mr. Brown was one of them. Shall I tell you the secrets of that first night? No, I don't need to. It was all your imagination can picture.
My husband was a man, every inch of him, and he had a “long Tom,” as he calls it, big enough, long enough, and stiff enough to fill any woman's desires. I'll only say that I got no sleep till near daylight, and my chemise was starched stiff in the morning.
On our return from our wedding trip John had a nice home ready where I was installed as mistress. One of the first to call after I got into my home was Mr. Brown.
I at once seated myself on his lap. He kissed me and inquired how I liked married life. I said, “It's bully,” but while we were talking he was taking liberties with me that no man ought to with another man's wife. I didn't object, however, so he didn't stop till he had me nearly undressed and on my back on the bed with his staff into me as far as it could go. Since it could go no further, of course, he had to stop.
