gave a cry of pleasure and lay panting in the truest dream of rapture that life can give.
“For a week we were by ourselves; and the dear boy taught me all the ways and manners of making male and female tools work together for lust's sake. Then we started for our future home, in his widower-uncle's house.
“As we neared a certain town on the way, I saw that my hubby was cogitating. 'I will,' he suddenly exclaimed. “We will stop over a day at X,' naming the town.
“'What for?' I asked.
“'So as to let Ned Struthers give you a shot in here,' and he pressed his hand between my thighs.
“'Don't talk nonsense,' I said, but he went on.
“'Ned and I were classmates; and in talking about the future, we both took an oath that whoever married should give his wife to his friend. Ned did marry, while I was in a distant part of the country. But when I returned, I went to call on them, having sent word to him. The pretty bride received me, and we soon felt well acquainted. Ned wasn't home. I was in my room alone when a knock interrupted my bath, and a note was thrust under the door. It was from Ned and he had written it, in expectation of my arrival. He reminded me of our compact, told me he had confessed to his wife, and ended: “So, my dear fellow, if you've got a hard-on, walk right in and ask Mrs. Ned Struthers to melt it for you.” Naked, I stepped into the hall. A door was open opposite, I entered, and there lying on the bed with her back to me was Mrs. Ned, with nothing but a pair of stockings to hide her fresh plump flesh.
“' “My darling girl, you mean it?” and my hands and kisses were wandering all over her back and broad buttocks when she turned over, exposing her delicious front. “I suppose I must help Ned keep his promise.” I was kneeling between her thighs. “Wait a minute,” and she covered her slit with her hand. “Promise me your wife shall give herself to Ned, just as I give myself to you.”
“I swear,” I cried; and in an instant I was reveling in the hot and juicy cunt of Mrs. Ned. And this very night, Mollie, Ned will revel in yours.'
“'Oh, no, he won't; you ought to be ashamed of yourself.' But Jack forced me to leave the train at X and soon, in a pretty cottage, the lovely Mrs. Ned welcomed us, and she and I were soon in a bedroom, undressing and taking a bath. Jack stepped in-like Adam-and soon had us both in his arms. Mrs. Ned protested, but the luscious sight of our three naked bodies fired me and I dragged the lovely woman to the bed. 'Don't you want him back again in your belly?' I cried.
“'Don't it heave as if I did?' she answered. 'But I won't let him, unless you swear to let Ned do the same to you.'
“I'll do anything Jack wants me to,' I answered.
“'And that will be to fuck Ned, the very minute he comes in the house,' cried Jack. And in another instant, his prick was pressed into Mrs. Ned's panting slit. I knelt beside them and watched and felt and kissed their lovely engines, as with lusty thrust and happy heave they diddled each other, to a well-oiled rest.
“When Ned's hour of coming home approached, they stripped me, and, as he entered the parlor, they pushed me in.
“'Who are you?'
“'I'm Mrs. Jack Strong, at your service.' And I gave a curtsy, just as if I were covered with training silks.
“'Jack Strong's wife?'
“'Yes,' I answered, 'and like a faithful wife, I'm here to keep true his compact with you.'
“And in a flash he understood and was kissing me wildly; he knelt before me and laid me flat on the floor. Then out came his lovely prick; with a cry of desire he buried its lusty length in my tight cunt.
“'Give it to her, Ned. You're No. 2 in there.' And the wild heaves came.
“'You're coming,' said Mrs. Ned, and squeezed the hot essence out of his bay of secrets until our hold on each other relaxed and we turned to watch Jack give her excited cunt another dose of his soothing syrup close at our side. We did not stay a day only, but a whole week-entirely devoted to finding how often and how variously we could feast our holes on the tender, raw flesh of their rosy roosters, and drink in the sweetly thrilling cream of life's panacea.
“Then we went to our home at Uncle Bob's. We received a hearty welcome from the handsome, sturdy, gray-haired but jolly uncle of my husband. What a hearty hug and kiss he gave me-at our first meeting. It set my thoughts to wondering if it might not soon be repeated, flesh to flesh. After dinner, Jack put on his hat and said he was going out to renew his acquaintance with the old place; and taking me in his arms, he planted me plump on Uncle Bob's lap. Laughing, he said: 'And you two can get acquainted while I'm gone.'
“'What does he mean?” cried Uncle Bob, gazing with burning eyes all over me.
“'I expect he thinks that, as we are going to be together so much, the quicker we understand each other, the better.'
“'My darling girl,' he cried, 'if you knew what thoughts your position and words raise, you'd run away from your wicked old uncle.'
“I only answered by lifting my bounding breasts out of my frock and saying, 'Kiss them.'
“Enough! His hands and kisses had in two minutes ravished me from mouth to belly; I was stretched upon the sofa, with naked, wide-open thighs. Then his belly met mine and Uncle Bob's dear cock was the third that sent satisfying semen into this salacious and seething slit.”
And as Mollie finished and showed this slit, seeking solace for the memories she had awakened, the charitable Lizzie knelt between her outstretched thighs and with nimble tongue recalled the pleasures that her slit had tasted with Jack and Ned and Uncle Bob.
Then Lizzie began her tale.
Chapter III
“Of course, at any early age, like all girls, I wondered what my thing was made for.”
“Thing?” we all cried.
“Well, then, cunt, cunt, cunt. I didn't know its function till I was sixteen and I went to church regularly. Half a dozen of the girls from sixteen to twenty had formed a sewing class and they used to meet once a week at buxom Widow Smith's and sew till 9 o'clock, when six of the neighbours' sons would join them; and they reported that they had a jolly time.
“One of the girls, a friend of mine, asked me to join the circle. The first evening I met with them, we seven chatted and sewed until we heard the clock strike 9:00 and Widow Smith walked in with the six fellows. Sewing was put away quickly. Not knowing why, I saw all the girls look eager and group themselves in the center of the big room, where I joined them. The boys stood in a line by the wall. The widow went to the lamp.
“'Are you ready? One-two-three!?'
“Out went the lamp, and in the darkness I heard a rush; and boys and girls were mixed in a heap. I seemed to be devoured by a hundred hands and lips. Now dress torn open, now bubbies felt and kissed; now backside squeezed by manly hands; now kisses on my belly and hot gropings and friggings of my virgin slit.
“'Stop,' I cried. But Widow Smith's voice said, 'Silence,' and I found myself on the floor, flat on my back, a man's bare belly pressed to mine and a stiff stick, rubbing wildly up and down between the outer lips of my excited cunt until, as my lover clasped my bottom in his hands, his tongue thrust in my open mouth, I felt myself falling into a spasm of delight. His throbbing cock was spouting its sticky shots all over me.
“Sighs of rapture on all sides, until the widow cried, 'Boys, leave them,' scratched a match, and the room was light again. Standing close and gazing down on us girls, our naked bellies all exposed and shining with their prismatic sperm, stood the six boys with open breeches and shirts pulled up, their fallen pins lying innocently on their red cushions.
“And as they gazed, they kept calling out, first one, then another: 'Pull your clothes higher, Susie.' 'Let's see your bum, Sally.' 'Open your legs wider, Janie,' until Widow Smith called out, 'Come boys and girls, strip.' And standing opposite each other, boys on one side, girls on the other, we were all soon robed in skin and hair alone.
“Then the lively widow took me in her arms. 'This neophyte must be initiated, as each of you has been.' And all clapped their hands. Quickly a settee was brought; and, like a lamb at the slaughter, I was thrown on it-my legs
