Chapter 4
I started for the stairs, but he held me back.
"Stay awhile," he said, sitting down on the beer keg, holding me between his knees, he asked: "Well, now, tell me the truth. Have you ever fucked before like this?"
"But never like today," I answered.
"Well, then how?"
"Never!"
"Don't lie now, you told me so yourself."
"Well...yes...then."
"And with whom?"
"With a strange man."
"Who was he?"
"A soldier."
"Where?"
"In the forest field."
"Perhaps you enjoyed it with him?"
"Oh, no."
"But with me you like to do it?"
I put my face against his and threw my arms around his neck, then I kissed him.
When I left him, he called out:
"Au Revoir, Sweetheart!"
I did not see him again for several days.
As I did not see Mr. Horage for several days and as my affair with him had crowded Mr. Eveque completely out of my mind, I satisfied my longings in the old way with Pierre.
I continually watched my parents at night, to see if I could not once moie catch them in the act. One night I saw father fucking mother from behind; another time mother was on top of him; one night I heard them talking, having been awakened by the noise of their bed. Mother and father were both naked and father was giving her the birdie. Her legs up on his shoulders, he screwed her with all his might and main.
He whispered: "I am coming...!" But mother said, "No, no, wait...old humper...wait for me."
But father went off and letting go mother's legs, sank down on the bed exhausted. This displeased mother greatly, and she angrily said:
"Is that nice of you? I didn't even go off!"
After a few minutes, mother said:
"Can't you do it once more?"
Father murmured:
"Perhaps, after a while."
Now mother was very angry, and she said:
"Oh hell...later on you will be snoring so it will be impossible for me to wake you.''
"But I can't do it now."
"Well then, why didn't you hold back...I want some too." 47
After a few minutes, she asked again:
"Can't you make him stand now?"
"Notnow. Wait!"
Then mother said:
"I wiil make him stand!"
She sat up in bed and taking father's lance in her hand, she began to play with it. Father played with her titties, but in about a quarter of an hour, nothing happened, he said:
"You see...its no use!"
Mother, almost in tears by this time said: "What can we do?"
"Nothing," said father, "let up, he won't stand anymore.' Mother, almost weeping, kept on playing with him, finally said:
"My hand is tired. I must try something else."
She stooped down and began to suck and lick him. I could hear her plainly. At last she stopped crying and said:
"Well, he just won't come. Oh Lord! What can a woman do with a man like you? You push it in once or twice and then get off, never thinking that a woman wants some too."
Father said nothing, but mother kept on:
"What shall I do? With your teasing, my playing with it and taking it in my mouth...you almost drive me wild! What would you sau if I pushed you away just as you were about to go off? I suppose that you would go somewhere else and get it? Oh, you men can help yourselves; you would simply go and get a whore, but I...what would happen if I fucked another man?"
"Oh, do what you like about it!"
"So...? I will remember that! Don't think for a minute that I can't get 'that'. I can get another man to do that for me."
At that, father sat up, threw mother over, reached for her slit, put his fingers into it and began playing with her titties with his other hand. Pretty soon I heard mother breathe very hard, saying:
"Now! Now! Push your finger away up!...I am coming...Oh...Oh! -That was good!"
Father said, "Thank God. Let my poor pecker rest!"
I soon heard them snoring peacefully. I seemed the only one awake, all excited, and wishing I could get a little piece, not knowing which I should prefer, Pierre, Felix, Robert, Mr. Eveque, the soldier, the ragged boy or Mr. Horage? But I could have none of them, so I gave myself a good rubbing with my fingers and fell asleep.
I had become familiar with several of the boys in the neighborhood. This was probably due to something in my eyes or looks which seemed to give them courage to ask me for a pic je, and I would let them screw me. Of course they were all wicked boys, the same as my brother, screwing their sis s or such of their friends as they could get. Whenever I happened to meet one of these boys on the stairs or in the street, he would slap me on the ass or feel between my legs. If I liked him I'd feel in his pants; if not, I would turn away.
With the girls I had very little to do. In school I was very quiet. If I did talk with one of the girls, she would immediately start to tell me how much she knew about fucking, or else she would look at me in disgust, when I mentioned it, and shun me afterwards, if she was one of those nice girls.
With the boys it sometimes happened that if I felt of the cock of one of them, and he took the hint, we would slip into the cellar, which was always open, quickly snatch a piece, standing up, then hurry away.
I had probably done it with eight different boys during this period.
I especially remember two of the boys; one of them later becoming very closely connected with Mr. Eveque, in my story.
I will relate further, concerning these boys. One of my boy friends was a lad named Alois, the son of 49 our landlord; a fine boy, blonde hair, always faultlessly dressed in a brown velvet suit with knickerbocker pants. He was about twelve years old. I really believe that I was in love with him. Every time that I met him I was nervous and excited. He seemed to be a very proud boy and carried his head high, as though he considered himself above the rest of us.
I felt ashamed and humble in his presence, but could not resist staring at him. He would give me a short look when we met, then haughtily turn away. He wa^ always accompanied by a nurse; a middle-aged woman, very stout, with one lame shoulder.
I accidentally met him alone one day, hile I was sneaking around the cellar door, looking for some boy; it did not much matter which one, for I was horny and wanted to fuck! I said: "Have you ever been in a celler?"
He answered, "No, never."
"Well, let's go down together."
To this he agreed, and on the stairs, he whispered:
"Are you sure nobody will see us?"
This brought us more intimate than ever and also on friendly terms, and I knew that I had him where I wanted him. Still, not daring to touch him, I replied:
"Why, there is no one there."
He said nothing as we went down the dark passage, but stopping suddenly, he began to pat me on the cheek. I was so happy at this notice that I held my breath. He now grew more bold and began to stroke my titties, and as I did not object he let his hand stray lower and lower down until he was rubbing my pussy. I was now quivering with delight all over. He pressed me harder, as I leaned against the wall, he said:
"Shall we doit?"
At first I resisted, saying:
"What if somebody should come?"
But he lifted my dress and I felt his cock rubbing against 50 my cunt.
I was so worked up by this time I went off as soon as I felt the head of it entering my vagina. His face was still sober, but he must have gone also as I felt my pussy getting all wet. He remained quiet, always with that serious look. Putting his hands under my ass and pressing me tight to him, with one shove...I felt his whole cock entering me. It was a short thick one, but...it was all inside me!
For several moments he did not move, then he began a roundabout, revolving movement, as if trying to enlarge the hole, but keeping it all the way in. I moaned and once more felt myself going off.
He slowly withdrew it and pushed it in again, repeating this operation five or six times, I felt him quickly squirt. There was not much, but nevertheless he really went off...his cock convulsing as he went off inside of me. I, coming right along with him for the third time.
When he finished, he wiped his cock on my shirt and put it back in his pants. He then remarked, patting me on the cheek:
"You screw better than Clementine."
Not knowing who Clementine was, I said nothing, but did not wonder, as I felt sure that such a fine boy could get almost any girl he wanted. As he was about to leave me he said:
"Come to my house tomorrow afternoon; my parents are going out and I will be alone!"
The next afternoon, I rang the doorbell. The cook came to the door and I bashfully inquired if Alois was in.
"Yes, the young master is there," showing me to a beautiful room, elegantly furnished, which appeared to me like a Paradise.
Alois showed me around the room and then showed me his bed, which was very beautiful. He also showed me a large couch covered with light, blue material, saying as he pointed to the bed:
"That is where I sleep," and to the couch: "and the nurse sleeps here."
He then showed me his picture books, his soldiers, guns and swords. I never had known that a child could have so many luxuries and that it could be possible to do the thing that we had done in the dark celler in such a beautiful room.
In a few minutes, the nurse, who always accompanied him to and from school, came in, so we were not alone after all, as I had been led to expect, and then I gave up all hope of repeating the very delightful performance of the day before.
She smiled very pleasantly.
The nurse sat down on the couch and began to knit, paying no attention whatsoever to us playing at the table.
Suddenly Alois got up and going over to the fat nurse, began playing with her titties.
I was naturally astounded at this effrontery, that I could not say a word.
She pushed him away murmuring: "But Alois," glancing at me.
"Never mind her," he said, "Josie is wise and understands everything."
Then he again put his hands on her protruding breasts. She made no further objection, saying:
"But won't she tell?"
Instead of replying, I got up and began to play with one of her breasts, pressing and squeezing it gently. It was soft and mushy and her face began to get very red. Alois had already taken out his peter and put it in the nurse's hand. She started to play with it, but not as I always done it; taking it between her thumb and her middle finger, she began playing with the head, tapping it with her forefinger, so the foreskin kept drawing further back.
"Do you know what this is?" she asked, her face in a wide grin. "Oh, yes," I said. "And what is it called?"
"A prick!" I said in a low tone.
"And what do you do with such a prick?"
"Fuck...!" I whispered in reply.
She began to breathe faster as she quickened her play on his prick, saying:
"And what does the prick fuck?" at the same time smacking her lips.
"The cunt!" Alois answered for me. He had loosened the nurse's waist. I had learned that her name was Clementine, it was her that he referred to yesterday.
He was playing with her flabby, bare tits. She now turned to him and began questioning him. I assumed that this was a game they both often played with each other.
"What does the prick do in a cunt?"
"Fuck!" he answered, in the same quiet way that made him so charming to me.
"What other name has it?"
Then Alois began to enumerate:
"Pruntz, screw, shag, nookie, booty, ass, tail, cunt, poomtang, gash, frig, diddle, scrotch, meat..etc."
This was coming pretty strong, but my little slit was so hot that I was delighted at hearing so many names for the delightful amusement.
"What else can the prick do?" she asked him.
"Tickle the rectum or ass-hole, go into the mouth, between the titties, between the legs, between the ass cheeks, under the arm-pits, etc."
"And what does Alois want to do now?"
Without answering, he pushed her back. She closed her eyes and panted heavily. Loosening her blouse, he took out her titties. I noticed how far they hung down; the nipples standing out like little fingers. Alois then took the first one and then the other, sucking at the nipples with all his might, each time that Clementine jerked the corresponding shoulder after Alois had sucked the nipple on that, said:
"Oh, how wonderful!"
Then he raised her dress disclosing her short, naked legs. He smoothed the skirt out over her stomach, so that they would not bunch up; stepping between her legs, he spread her black, hairy cunt, which was of an enormous size, and deftly slipped his short, thick prick in to the hilt. Clementine reached hotly behind his ass and clasping one of his ass cheeks in each hand, drew him to her tightly; he pushed with all his might, she still holding him so that it would not slip out.
Clementine closed her eyes and gasped for breath, holding a tittie in each hand, Alois worked like a clock, as grave as he had when he fucked me the day before in the cellar at the school.
After working like this for a few minutes, Clementine said:
"Now for the end, with pleasure," and at the same time releasing his ass cheeks. I noticed him slowly withdraw his cock. She jumped with pleasure; slowly he put it in again; she acting as though she were having a fit, which threatened to tear her in two. Again he slowly withdrew, Clementine seeming to be choking; slowly he put it in again; she trembling all over. Alois, always grave and sober, repeated this five or six times, always watching her face. As soon as her features relaxed, after the spasm of spending was over, she sank back exhausted; Alois, getting red in the face, after several quick pushes, also sank forward; his face falling between her naked titties.
He had also gone off. For several seconds he lay in this position.
I had got so excited I could hardly resist the temptation to jerk myself off.
They both got up and Alois wiped himself on her undershirt.
We all three sat on the couch and Clementine smiling at me, asked: "Well, did you like it?"
I only smiled, as Alois who sat on the other side of her looked at me. She asked:
"Do you understand that already?"
I did not dare deny it, and yet I did not want to confess, so I just smiled, which of course, was really the same as admitting it.
"Well," she remarked, "we will see," and without further talk, she raised my skirt and began to examine me. While feeling around my pussy, she remarked:
"Oh my...a lot had happened there!"
Carefully, before I realized what she was up to, she began boring her little finger into me. Turning to Alois, she said:
"You can get it in there all right."
She noticed how I was trembling and said:
"Shall he fuck you now?"
Without hesitation, I answered:
"Yes! Yes!"
I was afraid that I would have to go home without what I had come for. She said to him:
"Well, won't you give this nice girl a piece? What do you say?"
As he got up to come over to me, she stopped him, saying:
"Wait! I must make you another hard-on!"
This certainly seemed necessary as his cock hung down soft and limber. He undoubtedly had too much intercourse with her for a boy of his age.
I should have been too glad to attend to this detail myself, but I soon saw something I had not before witnessed. She took his little limber prick in her mouth, wet it with her tongue, and then squeezing her titties together she put his cock between them...it look exactly as though he was putting it into a big, soft ass-hole. This seemed to again arouse her passion, and I began to fear that after all, I would be cheated out of my pleasure.
She kept up a continual stream of talk.
"Where is my Alois now? Now he is with his nice titties 55 isn't he? But Alois had a good Clementine; no one else would do that for him. Her little man can fuck her as often as he likes. Isn't that so?" Half turning to me, she said:
"In the night, when everything is quiet, he crawls out of his bed, and comes to my couch, and then we do it...he does it fine! His nurse taught how to do it properly, didn't she, Alois?"
I began to think that it was all off; that this selfish old bag would take it all, but just then he withdrew his cock, which was again erect and stiff, saying:
"Well, shall I take Josie now?"
I could hardly resist taking hold of it, but feared the nurse, who seemed to be considering whether she would permit him to fuck me or not. I remained quiet, hardly daring to breathe. I do not know what her motive in remaining silent was, whether she contemplated watching us perform, or what. At length she gave consent, moved to one side of the couch, made me lie down with my head on her lap. Alois immediately lifted my skirts, got up on top of me, opened my slit with his fingers, with one push...forced his cock into me much farther and more satisfactorily than the day before, and we were not obliged to stand. I wanted to talk to him and fondle him as he was now pushing back and forth regularly, but Clementine was continually looking into my face and kept up a steady stream of talk, I felt bashful and did not dare to take any liberties.
"Have you got it in?" she asked.
"He is all in!" I whispered.
She put her hand down between our bellies, first playing with my slit, and then with Alois' balls.
I had to cough, because her breasts were pressing against my face. She straightened up, still questioning:
"Is it good?"
I did not reply, but closed my eyes. "I say," she again remarked, "Alois fucks good, doesn't 56 he?"
"Yes," I answered beginning to work my ass up and down. "Have you ever had it as good as that?" she wanted to know.
"No!" I said, for I never had experienced such pleasure. "With whom do you fuck at other times?" she demanded. "With Felix," I replied, since he was not living at our house any longer. But she would not rest.
"Who else?" she asked in a very stern and authoritive voice.
I had to answer, "With Robert." "Goon."
"With my brother."
Half crazed with pleasure and excitement the names slipped from me.
In my frenzied condition I gave no thought to the consequences.
Fortunately she asked no further question, but seemed to have conceived a new idea. Unbuttoning my waist, she pushed it down, baring my little titties. She moistened her fingers and began playing with the nipples, which were perfectly flat. As she played faster and faster, like a tongue licking them, they began to get hard and stand out, and with Alois now moving around in me as though trying to enlarge my hole, the tickling was so great that I almost went wild. I began to moan softly, murmuring:
"I am coming...I am coming!"
Meeting every move, Alois worked faster and faster. A feeling of heat suffused my entire body...I trembled...I felt as though I could not stand it any longer. Alois whispered:
"Now the end...with pleasure!"
As he slowly withdrew his prick, I squeezed my cunt together, fearful of losing this final, great pleasure, but he pushed it back into me again! Clementine still playing with my titties; a wonderful stretching sensation went through
57 me from my toes to the top of my head...I went off three times in succession! I let out a short scream and Clementine put her hand over my mouth. I felt a burning stream pouring into my vagina as Alois squirtted, and I came too again, and then spent again while which was the fourth time. I had never done this before. Her hand was held tightly over my mouth, preventing me from screaming, which I would surely have done; I started to lick the palm of her hand in my excitement.
I was forced to remain on the couch for at least an hour. I was so thoroughly exhausted and tired from what I had gone through...that I was unable to move. I was completely fucked out...as the saying goes.
Clementine, however, was far from satisfied. I saw that she still had him standing before her on the couch, she sitting in front of him. She again put his cock between her titties, but as he pulled it out, it hung down limber and soft. She then put it in her mouth, at the same time tickling his balls; then putting her face between his legs, she began tickling him between his cock and his ass-hole.
In astonishment, I saw his cock slowly rising; finally it was once more hard and stiff and ready for business. Clasping her by her ears, he pushed his cock into her mouth as far as it could go and began working it back and forth very slowly. I saw from the movement of her cheeks that she was sucking hard. She then wanted to withdraw it, but he commanded her in his quiet manner, to hold still!
I was surprised to see how she obeyed him, quietly permitting him to fuck her in the mouth. He kept this up for quite a while. I simply stared. I had lost all my passion and excitement. I was simply exhausted.
Once more she begged him:
"Come sonny, let us fuck," but he becoming angry, said: "Damn you, hold still."
She allowed him to return it to her mouth, moving as before.
It was obvious that he was going to finish in this manner, suddenly he cried out: "Now the end, with pleasure."
He slowly withdrew it from her red lips, almost to the end, and then slowly pushed it in again; at this she suddenly went wild, shouting:
"No! No! You must fuck me!" and seizing him as one would a small child, she threw him on his back on the couch and placing herself astride of him, she pushed his prick up into her cunt, jumped up and down like mad, until she blew her hump, and then sank back, exhausted, completely hiding him under her great bulk.
She then served us with chocolates such as I had never tasted before.