Chapter 2
"Mrs. Terrine," said Felix, "had just finished her washing and was carrying a basket filled with clothes to the attic. As I passed her she said:
"Come Felix, you are a strong boy: you can help me carry this heavy basket to the attic.''
"So I helped her with the basket. When we got to the attic she said:
"Now, what do you want for helping me up with the basket?"
"I told her 'nothing' then she remarked: "Come, I will show you something." "She put my hand on her titties, and said: "Don't that feel good....?"
"I immediately guessed what she wanted for I had often fucked Anie." We all listened to Felix's story with great interest. Anie nodded as though that was an understood fact, and then Felix went on:
"I did not care to go too far, so I just kept on playing with her titties, but she unbuttoned her waist so that I could play naked with them. Then she took out my pecker, and laughingly remarked:
"If you promise me not to tell a living soul, I will let you do something else!"
"I said nothing but sat down on her lap. She again warned me not to say anything. I promised her that I surely would not tell."
"She laid the clothes-basket down, pulled me on top of her and put my peter up into her fat slit! She forced it way up into her. I also felt the hair that she had on her slit."
Anie wanted to hear more.
"She asked whether it felt good, I told her that it sure did."
"Then she started to push up and down like crazy, while I had to play with her titties, and as she finished, she jumped up, buttoned up her waist and said to me angrily:
"Now get out of here, you imp, and if you tell...I'll tear your head off!"
Felix ceased speaking, and Anie inquired:
"Don't you think that you could get it way up into me now?"
Felix looked at her, she was still holding the rag doll to her naked breast. He reached over and began playing with her. She remarked:
"Try it just a little. Then we'll play 'papa and mama' again."
Pierre immediately went over to her, and I, after all this teaching and the story I had just heard, was willing to start right in again, but Anie said:
"No! Now Felix will be my husband, and Pierre will be Josie's."
She went to her brother and unbuttoned his trousers and he pulled out his "peter" and pushed the foreskin back and forth while he played around my slit with his finger, as we had now learned how it was done, and we laid down at once and I directed his peter straight into my slit. The feeling was so pleasant as he did so that I also began to work my body with all my strength. This lasted until Pierre fell on me exhausted and did not stir. We remained quiet for a few minutes, until we heard Anie and Felix disputing; he was still lying on top of her. Anie had her legs over Felix's back, so that her feet touched.
Felix was saying: "It will go in alright." Anie said:
"Yes, but it hurts. Stop it hurts."
But Felix told her to keep quiet, that it would only hurt until he got in away in.
Pierre and I got down to look, in order to be convinced that he really had it in and were greatly astonished to see her slit wide open and that Felix really had the head and part of the rest of his peter into her and was working back and forth with his body when suddenly it slipped out altogether.
I reached down and steered it back again, as I did not wish to miss the fun. I noticed Anie's opening had been rubbed to a bright red. He tried to get it in again, but Anie began to scream, and becoming alarmed, we quit trying and Anie refused to make another attempt.
I had to take Felix once more; he was all excited but as I was getting sore myself and it was getting late, we stopped the game and went home.
Pierre and I did not talk on the way home. We lived on the top floor of the tenement, next door to Mrs. Terrine. As we came in, we saw her talking to a neighbor. We stopped and stared at her, but as she turned around, we both laughed loudly and ran into our own door.
From that day on I looked at children and grown people in an entirely different light. Although I was only seven years old, I had tasted of the forbidden fruit and my womanhood was developing wonderfully, which must have been very noticeable in my eyes and general appearance. My face, my mouth and my walk must have been a challenge to men to grab me and throw me over. Only in this way can I account for men, upon first acquaintance with me, even strangers, wanting to take advantage of me, forgetting all caution.
Even to the present day this same fate follows me. Although I am old and far from pretty, my whole body dried up, no signs left of my past life, yet even today, I will meet men who, upon sight of me, will become excited and cannot keep their eyes off my body.
This was undoubtedly in my looks and my bearing, when still a young child of five years; that which caused the young locksmith to sit and want to stare at my naked parts.
But to return to my story.
A few days after the events described above, Pierre began to question Jean, asking him if he knew where babies came fom and how they were made. Jean remarked:
"Perhaps you know?"
Pierre and I laughed. I took Pierre's tail out of his pants and stroked it gently, as Jean looked on with a solemn face, and Pierre began to tickle my pussy.
Then Pierre and I laid down on the bed and went through our little performance, which he had so thoroughly learned from Anie and her brother. Jean, not saying a word until we had finished. But as I went up to him, reaching for his staff saying:
"Now it is your turn," he shoved me from him, to our astonishment, saying:
"I have known how to fuck for a long time. You don't think I would wait for you, do you? But it is a great sin to do this, and he who sins like this will surely go to hell."
Pierre and I were quite alarmed, and said this was not so.
"Do you think father and mother will go to hell?"
But Jean was positive and on this account we were frightened a little. However, we knew that if father and mother did it, it was all right so we lost our fright and began to make fun of Jean. He threatened to tell our teacher, the priest's understudy, unless we promised to not do any more what we had just done as he looked on.
But after having being bitten by the bug, there is no cure and one cannot be frightened.
We often visited Anie and Felix, always playing the'same game. I always fucked Felix first, and Anie with Pierre, then Anie took on her brother and I went through the act with my brother. In case we did not meet them at home, or we were obliged to stay in our home, then Pierre and I fucked each other! There was hardly a day passed that we did not enjoy our little tail, but our main subject of conversation and our main wish was to be fucked by a grownup person. Anie and I wished for a man, while Pierre's only wish was to fuck Mrs. Terrine.
At one of our visits to Anie, they had comapny...a thirteen year old cousin named Mizzi and her brother Paul, eleven year old.
Mizzi was a pretty girl, fully developed; her breasts were hard and firm and stood out under her thin blouse like two little apples.
The conversation naturally drifted to fucking. Paul bragged that his sister had lots of hair on her pussy. He raised her skirts and we looked with wonder at the little, triangular patch of hair, where we were still bare. Paul uncovered her breasts and as we looked in astonishment and began to fondle them.
Mizzi became very much excited; she closed her eyes and reached for Pierre and her brother. They both placed their peters in her hands, while Felix began playing with her pussy...suddenly she threw herself on the bed crying:
"Paul! Paul! ...come...I can't stand it any longer!"
Her brother sprang on top of her, while we all stood around the bed and watched, Felix placed his pecker in the girl's hand, while Anie took hold of Pierre. But I watched the performance with great interest...as Mizzi and her brother had declared that they could do it just the same as grown-up people.
I found that he had...this was real fucking...a great experience for a seven-year old whore.
I became greatly excited when I felt with my own hands that his peter, which was considerably larger than that of either Pierre or Felix's, sank into her belly to the end...it
18 entirely disappeared...came out...went in again....but most of all I wondered at Mizzi's action as she squirmed madly beneath him crying:
"Faster...faster! Still faster..." until she cried "Oh that was so good!" as Paul withdrew his tail and got off of her.
Pierre and Felix pressed close to her. She remained lying with her legs spread wide apart, smiling as she lay there with her thighs and titties naked, and Felix and Pierre began quarreling to see which should be the first to fuck her.
Mizzi settled the dispute by reaching for Pierre, saying:
"First the little one."
Pierre sprang on top of her and began rubbing his tool against her as we children always did, but she stopped him, taking his little tail in her hand, and with one push sending him way up into her! Pierre was so astonished that he remained perfectly quiet, acting as though he wanted to make sure where his tail really was; it being completely out of sight, as you can imagine.
Mizzi would have none of this however. She began to work in earnest, twisting from side to side and moving up and down. She started to wiggle her ass but Pierre's tool fell out...not being able to find his way back without help, which I gave him, and by holding my hand there I was able to shove him back every time that he threatened to slip out. A new difficulty now arose, as Mizzi insisted that Pierre play with her titties;but every time that he began playing with them, he forgot about fucking, then as Mizzi reminded him of that, he forgot the other...he absolutely could not master both at the same time.
Felix, anxiously waiting his turn, finally began playing with her titties, squeezing them, kissing the nipples until they finally got hard, thus relieving Pierre of half the work. Pierre in the meantime had got down to a regular action, which Mizzi seemed to enjoy very much, becoming greatly excited, repeatedly crying out:
"Oh! But that little prick is so good!"
Suddenly she began to thrash to and fro violently...gnashing her teeth and straining him to her breast...then sank back with a deep sigh, her eyes closed.
Finally she became quiet and in a short time Pierre got up. No sooner had he done so, then Felix, with his pecker standing out...leaped between her legs without letting go of the titties was manipulating all the time. She seemed anxious to receive him! I also helped him find the right spot, and fingered his little balls. In this way I could see and feel each time that he went way up in her. While Pierre remarked that it was just the same as it had been when with Mrs. Terrine. He showed himself to be very efficient at this business, and as he worked up and down, the bed began to creak and Mizzi's breath came fast and short; suddenly, she went through another spasm, writhing and moaning terribly, and then sank down as if in a faint.
Anie and I decided it was our turn for the fun. Anie immediately threw herself on the bed, calling Paul, in whom she seemed greatly interested. But Paul had again busied himself with his sister's titties, and pressing them together with his hands, he took both nipples in his mouth and began to suckle them, Mizzi leaning back against the cupboard, enjoying the performance, while she began playing with his cock. Anie lying helplessly on the bed, all prepared for what did not happen, for after a few moments Paul raised Mizzi's dress and stuck his sword into her again, thus screwing her standing up until the cupboard rattled. We had not learned it could be done standing up, so we watched, much astonished at the new feat.
When they finished, it was Pierre's turn. He did a great deal better this trip, as he was learning the game rapidly. They worked away, standing up and I held his cock from slipping out. She then went through the same performance with Felix, this making number six for Mizzi, which she enjoyed greatly, not showing the least bit of fatigue, apparently, although *n this, Anie and I were mistaken.
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Anie then went to Paul and assured him that he could get it away into her and would not have to rub it around as he did before on the outside.
He put his hand under her dress and began sticking his finger into her crack, but said that he was sure that it would not go all the way in yet. Anie would not let him go., .she held his peter, began playing with it...but it was of no use...it hung down soft and limber.
In the meantime I had been playing with Felix, but could not arouse any passion in him...he simply allowed me to play with it. In the meantime he felt my titties, which were conspicuous by their absence, saying:
"It's too bad that you haven't titties like Mizzi."
I was obliged to give it up. I could not get any satisfaction from him. I turned to Pierre, and saw him again on Mizzi; he was not fucking her, but playing with her titties. Reaching into his pants, I found that he already had a hardon, and asked me to help him put it into Mizzi once more! I refused, so he found his way alone. Mizzi now went in for number seven, but showed her exhaustion, as it took all of a half an hour to finish this round.
Thus Anie and I were denied the pleasure of a little fucking and we both felt very badly. I went home in a sad state, cursing Mizzi and the hair on her pussy and her big titties. In a few days, however, everything was forgotten, as Mizzi and her brother lived a great distance away and seldom came to visit their cousins.
In the meantime, Anie and I were satisfied with our old partners. We discontinued the old game of 'papa and mama' and just fucked when we felt like it, just as Mizzi and Paul had done, sitting, lying, standing...in all conceivable positions.
This life lasted all summer, and then our friends moved away, and I did not see blond Anie again for a long time.
Before this occurred, however, another event took place, which I shall relate next.
Anie and her brother had received another visit from her cousin Mizzi and her brother Paul. This time they brought with them a big boy...he was fifteen years of age and his name was Robert. He was learning a trade and was quite well-grown for his age.