day-dreaming and inability to apply yourself to your studies. Now tell me what impelled you to do it, you are so young to have such desires as such a big thing as this (getting hold of it and letting it rest in my palm as I put the other onto his beautifully rounded bottom). After he had subsided, his natural modesty caused him to want to put it out of sight, but I said, “Wait, Harold, let it be, for I want to give you a lesson about it for your own good. You will never tell about this to anyone, will you, not even to your parents?” He declared on his honor he'd never breath a word about it, then I said, “It is evident you have been holding this nice little fellow for a long time, and no one has warned you against it. I must, for I know from my work in Doctor's office and study of medical books.” Then with my hand on it and his balls which I molded gently I explained all about it, and their proper use, the result of long abuse, and how nature had provided a proper way to put it in when one's nature demands it, but you seem so young to need it yet, how did you get into the habit, and did you ever get such a big “thing?”
He said he often pictured himself with a woman, never a girl, who liked him and pitied him and did nice things for him. That he just loved me and hoped I would forgive him, but that he often did it as he thought of me thinking I was doing it for him. Then to day, as I sat at the table facing him and my leg over my knee he saw my bare thighs, bottom and “thing” as he called it and the sight raised such a longing he could not overcome it. He leaned against me and said, “Dear Miss Mary, I did not mean to look up your clothes, but I just could not help it, for it looked so nice up there and – and – I love you so!” To this sincere confession I replied, “I am shocked at myself, Harold, to know that I was so careless as to thus expose myself, you dear, sweet boy, stay I will put this nice thing away myself and button up his door, there! Now, you come to my home this evening and we'll talk more of this. Tell your parents your teacher is going over a lesson with you. Can you do that without showing by your face or manner what's up?
He kissed me tenderly and whispered “Yes, Miss Mary, and I'll never, never tell a word to anyone about it!”
“All right, dear, come about seven, and you shall know more than you need to know about it.”
I was alone that evening, as I knew I would. When Harold came I placed before him dainties I knew he liked and then talked awhile. I told him about sexual desires, what must be the intoxicating pleasures from the universal quest of it, though I do not know myself, but dear, I seek it too, and maybe you and I find it together. He came to me now, and I stood him by my knees. He called me dear, sweet Mary, you are so nice and kind! I kissed him on the mouth and he responded fiercely. I had but a thin wrapper on turned in at the neck, and unbuttoned so (that with his rubbing against me in my arms he drew it down and left one breast exposed over the curve, that and the warmth of my body stiffened his dandy cock, so I unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down to his knee, lifted up his shirt, exposed his beautiful white body to my enraptured gaze. His belly curved so nicely above his fine thighs. I turned him round to see his glorious young bottom – and oh, what a wonder is was in all its solid roundness, its satin skin, its solidity, I felt it, patted it, stroked it, ran fingers between the tissue of the quivering globes then in between those rounded thighs to his smooth balls so large for one so young. Not a vestige of hair obstructed my roving fingers, but all so delicately, daintily smooth and like so much velvet. But oh, what a delightful cock that sweet faced boy had, my! It stood out like a little shaft of pure ivory marble, with all the throbbing rigidity of adolescence, more than enough to set any girl on fire to have it prod her cunnie. I fondled it and his nuts. I did no rubbing at all, and was surprised to hear a low gasp and intense murmur, “Oh-oh dear Miss Mary – OO-OO!”
His young cock was throbbing violently in my hand, and knowing he had gone off I gently rubbed it to give him a satisfactory finish. I kissed him repeatedly.
As soon as he recovered his breath, I exposed a full breast and held it to his face. He was not long in taking the stiff nipple in his mouth and sucking it frantically. “Come close, dear and then we shall go up stairs,” I said, to this he replied “Oh, it's so nice here, Miss Mary!”
“But don't you want to see any more of what you only got a mere glimpse of at school” “Oh, you dear, sweet woman, may I, may I?”
I smiled as he jumped about me, and, seated in a low easy chair, I let my arms lean over the sides, extending my legs. He now seemed to sense privileges, and began to feel my bosom, found buttons which yielded easily to him, and quickly both tits were both exposed. Like every real man I ever knew, he sucked them passionately, saying, “Oh, how nice these are, Miss Mary, O-OH!” His face was between them as he moulded them tenderly, kissing and nursing first one then other, all the while I tried to encourage him with smiles. Finally I half closed my eyes and sank back a little more into the chair, this served to direct him a little more, for now he had loosened the buttons all the way down until I was fully exposed to his enraptured eyes. His boyish raptures I cannot well describe as he had caressed me, dropping to the floor between my legs, he lifted both thighs to his face and kissed them.
The nearness to some discovery prompted him to run his fingers into my almost naked cunnie. He fondled the springy curved lips in his fingers, opened them, and soon found the “boy in the boat”. He was looking at the goal of every male's desire. It was his first real view of a woman's charm. He kissed it passionately sticking his tongue into its recess without any suggestion from me, for I just lay passive to him, revelling in being the first female who had revealed herself to him.
“Harold, let's now go up stairs, dear, I want you to strip and I'll give you a nice bath, then we'll experience together the joys we can find.”
He jumped up with alacrity and we are quietly and quickly nude together. We embrace in the standing posture. There is a fascination in this position, one's hands can then roam at will along the unbroken line and curves of the figure at ease. There is a gracious charm in the lovely figure and grace of a fully developed boy, so supple, solid do his rotundities stand out so shapely. My hands roved over his bot-tom, which just quivered and shook like jelly at each touch so well knit and solid were his muscles. He fondled me likewise, and soon, both of us were rendered intoxicated with this new freedom of our naked bodies in close contact His young virile cock was kicking against my belly anxious to feed on it, as yet, he did not know what. It was nice, a fat, four inches of throbbing boyhood, which I concluded was enough to do me much real good.
I now lay on the bed with joy, with my feet on the floor and said, “Dear, just try putting that stiff thing into that soft place between my thighs. I know that is what is to be done with it, and let us see if it proves as nice as we think. He had fully recovered from his first paroxysms, at which time no gism had come for I thought his balls had not yet formed it, though it could not be much longer reaching puberty. He now stood between my thighs, and falls on my belly, while I assist his virgin cock into my hungry cunt. That it did slide into me easily did not occur to him of coarse. That peculiar first sense of joy that comes from the immediate entering of a cock inflamed with passion, into a hot moist drenched cunt was almost overpowering in its effects on him, whose young stout cock now felt such a warm and tight embrace clutching it for the first time in his life He sank heavily on me and his hot desire made him give spasmodic thrust, just two or three times, his bottom gripping tightly as if forces his belly down on mine, which sent his dear cock flying up my grotto to its full length. I saw him raise up slightly with a look of such wonder in his lovely eyes (I'll never forget it). I knew what was coming and held me on his bottom pulling him strongly to me and holding him tight, over so tight in my embraces. A violent quiver caught him, and a scream of unrectracted, uncontrolled escaped him as he now roared to try to sink into my very body. I still had him in a vise grip by his bottom knowing his dear cock would not loose its stiffness – for Frank had spent three times into me without pulling out, and I was so certain this virile virgin cock would literally feast in a hot young cunt. Without getting up I managed to move back on the bed a bit more, dragging him with me without letting his cock escape my clinging ravenous cunt that just devoured it. Now I nursed him back to normal, kissing him and patting his bottom, hugging with my legs around him. I did everything I could to fill him with delight over his “wonderful woman”. Pretending ignorance I asked “What happened, Harold dear, something out of ordinary must have occurred, did it feel nice?” For answer he hugged me tightly, kissed me and lay there upon me his cock throbbing in my cunt, his bottom opening and closing in harmony and rhythm with it, too overcome for words for a few minutes, all the time I caressed him, every part of him I could reach, but I played particularly with his beautiful upturned bottom which fascinated me and which was such a thrill to fondle and squeeze gently. Soon he whispered m short, intense gasps, “Oh, Miss-Ma-ry, something – seemed to-to go off inside my- thing. I don't- know how to tell you,, but a sweet, stinging shot went right through my thing and I felt a river of something- like pee – rush out of it-oh, ever and ever so much. Was it nice to you, Miss Mary?”
“Not that time, darling, I was too intent on watching you to think of myself, but I know from the way that place in between my thighs feels with your dear sweet hard thing in it that it is going to have a very nice time all its own when you are ready to work it in and out of it again.”
Now he raised to look me over lying naked under him, and I asked him truly if he liked me. There could be no
