her turn, but she had hardly begun, when Robert began to 'squirt.' She jumped back and spit out what she had received in her mouth. Robert at once started to tug at himself until he rid himself of the whole 'discharge.' At every jerk, large drops of white matter were thrown out so far that I got one big drop in my face. We were all greatly astonished and very much excited over this phenomenon. Anna immediately fell on Robert and graciously begged him: “Now, you will please poke me now, won't you?” But Robert's tail hung limp and exhausted. “I can't do it, I can't do it. He won t stand again.” Mizzie was beside herself. She sat down between his legs, took the slack appendage in her mouth and started to suck, saying: “When he stands you must poke me.” In the meantime, Franz, Ferdl and Polde wanted to try this new and delightful discovery of sucking, so Anna and I went at it. It was easier with the boys, as their weapons were smaller and thinner than Robert's. I took Ferdl and Anna took Franz. Ferdl was wild. He pushed into my throat so that I had his entire device in my mouth. After pushing it in and out about a do/en times, he 'went off.' I felt a drop when he discharged, but I felt a sensation between my legs as though I had it away up inside me and I must have 'gone off' at the same time. It was beyond description. I held his stalk in my mouth until it was soft and limp. Then, since Anna and Ferdl still were at it, I took Polde, who was waiting. He had already done this before with his sister and was quite expert. Almost immediately I experienced a tickling sensation and a buss which I cannot describe. I began playing around the head of the stalk with my tongue, which caused Polde to 'come' at once. He held me tightly around my neck, pushing his rigid rove away into my mouth. I had the keenest sensation as I felt the pulsation in the splendid shaft. I held him in my mouth until he became soft.
In the meantime, Mizzie, with all her teasing and licking, had succeeded in bringing Robert back to life. Franz and Anna could not make room quickly enough. Mizzie acted like a crazy woman. She bounced on the bed and dragged Robert after her. Taking one of his fingers after another, as she had previously done with his tool, she put them into her mouth, sucking and biting them. She grabbed his staff and pushed it into her opening, then worked so hard that the bed creaked. At last, she was getting a poke from her Robert, as she had been trying to do all afternoon. Suddenly Robert bent down, took one of her nipples into his mouth and began working it and sucking it the same as she had done with his shaft. Mizzie cried out: “Oh… poke me… Poke me! Oh, such a spear… such a grand, glorious spear
… push harder… faster… still faster… poke me tonight… tomorrow afternoon… every day… Oh… how grand and beautiful…!” Robert gave a short grunt and squirted; Mizzie lay as one dead. There was no doubt that Robert was a great man. Anna was happy that at last she had been poked like a grown-up but we did not pay any attention to her in the excitement. Robert told us that he had been poking for two years. His step-mother had taught him how. His father was a cripple and slept with his wife, Robert's step-mother, while Robert slept in the kitchen. One evening, while he was sitting on a bench in the kitchen, his step-mother came in. As it slowly grew dark, she sat closer beside him and began to fondle him-first his hands, then his head, and then his thighs and legs, suddenly slipping her hand into his trousers. But perhaps I had better tell the story as he told it to us children. “My step- mother ran her hand into my trousers and my shaft stiffened. She then let go of me and, unbuttoning her dress, put my hand on her naked nipples and showed me how to play with and manipulate them. She gave them to me, first one and then the other, finally both together, and we had a great time. “She had long, thin breasts which hung down nearly to her waist, and big brown nipples which responded to manipulation quickly. She soon began breathing so loudly that father heard her and called out: “'What is the matter in there?”
“'Nothing,' she answered, 'I am just sitting here with Robert,' at the same time fondling my stalk. “After doing this for a time, she left me and returned to the other room. During the night, however, when father was asleep, she came out to the kitchen in her night-dress, got into bed with me, crawled on top of me and put my spear into her grotto. Then she leaned over and put her nipples into my mouth, first one, then the other. It felt very good, as you can imagine. She showed me how to work up and down, and I poked her until she 'went off,' sinking on me totally exhausted. “The next evening we sat again in the kitchen playing with each other, and, that night, when father had gone to sleep, she again came in and we poked once more. “One night she did not come. I could not sleep and could not imagine why she did not come to me. Sitting up in bed, by the light of the moon, which streamed in through the window in the adjoining room, I could see their bed. I saw mother on top of father, who could not move. She was entirely nude, and was vigorously working up and down. Stooping over and putting her nipples in his mouth, 'she went through the same performance as she had done with me.
“Waiting until she was through with my father, I called out, making believe that I was ill. She came to my bed and leaned over me, asking what was the matter. I suppose that she understood that I had seen what had just been going on. She immediately gave me her titties to play with, got into bed beside me, took off her nightdress so that she was entirely naked and said to me: Tonight you must get on top of me.' “She showed me how to do it in this manner and then we both went at it with a great vigor. In fact, we made such a racket that my father called out: “What does the boy want?” “She replied, keeping right on thrusting: 'He wants me… he's feeling better now.' “Father again fell asleep and we continued our enterprise. We had to stop several times, for we rolled and shook so much that the bed was making a terrible noise and we were afraid of waking my father again. “When we had finished, mother wanted some more. As I could not get stiff, she took my tool into her mouth, starting to suck on it. I wanted to cry out, the feeling was so intense. Of course, my tool immediately stiffened under this treatment. And, as soon as it got hard, she made me get up, go over and sit on the bench, and she sat astride of me, and we had one more poke in this manner. Then she put on her night-dress and returned to her room. “The next day I spent in bed, being too tired to get up. Father thought that I really was ill, but it was simply the result of the violent night I had spent.” Robert had by now been poking his stepmother regularly for the past two years. We looked on him with great admiration and respect, as he had been well-instructed in the arts of love. When he finished his story, we were all set to go at it again, the idea of lying on top of him interesting us greatly. Robert, however, said that there were still other ways of doing it: he had also poked his step-mother from behind. Anna and Mizzie immediately wanted to do it that way. But they misunderstood what he meant by back-door poking. Both wanted to try it while lying on top of him. I also wanted to try it, but since Robert could not raise himself to the tack again, I began laying with Ferdl. Shortly after this delightful afternoon, Anna and Ferdl and their father moved away, and I saw them no more for a long time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Quite frequently at home I heard my father and mother shaking the bed and breathing hard, but I could not discern anything in the dark. I had an idea that I knew what it all was about, however, so, when this occurred, I would lie in bed listening with rapt attention, at the same time fingering myself. I got so that I could satisfy myself very well by this method. I often heard mother and father whispering to each other in a tone too low for me to distinguish words. One Saturday night father came home drunker than usual. Mother got up and helped him undress. When I awoke at the noise, I saw a light in the room. Father pushed mother over on the bed and reaching up under her clothing, she at the time fighting him off.
He whispered: “Here now… spread your legs apart!”
Mother refused, saying: “Go away! You are drunk!” “What of it?… Come on…!” He was a powerful man. Wild-eyed, he grabbed her, tore her night-dress, caught her by the breasts and pushed her back on the bed. Then he got on top of her, brandishing his big, stiff shaft out, all ready for business. “Put out the light, the children are looking,” mother said. But father just said: “Put it in, damn it!” Mother again said: “Put out the lights, you fool! We don't want the children watching this.” Father just growled: “They are asleep.” And he went right on with his business. Soon I heard mother say: “Oh, but that is so good! How big you are tonight!”
They presently finished and all was quiet once more, father falling asleep immediately and mother soon afterward. When they had started to snore, I slipped out of my bed and over to Franz, who slept on a nearby lounge. He had not seen anything but he heard it all. I got into his bed with him and we hugged each other fiercely. He wanted to get on top of me, but I turned over and made him invade me from behind as Robert had done. We were very quiet; nobody heard us, but we were rather frightened at first. We were quite naked and the feeling of our little bodies rubbing so close together without the interference of clothing was delightful. Finally completed off our little poke, and, finding that we were comparatively safe, we did it often at night, as we could feel reasonably safe when all the rest were asleep. Soon after this, we got a new roomer in our home. This roomer was a middle- aged man of fifty or so. I do not know what his business was, but he was at home a great deal and sat in the kitchen for hours talking to mother. I often was left alone with him. Since he had a full, bushy beard I often
