Anonymous - Lustful Memoirs

Julia fixed her eyes on it, and as if strongly attracted by it, she slowly approached Mr. Brown. He said not a word till she had come near enough for him to take her arm. He drew her right up in front of him and she at once took his stiff prick in her hand. She seemed surprised at its size and magnificent appearance. After she had handled it a few minutes, he seated himself and took her on his lap. He first felt of her bosom, as he had mine; then he pulled her skirts up and, finding she had drawers on, he asked her to take them off. When she had done so, she seated herself on his lap again. He laid her over on his arm and slid his hand up to her pussy. He spread her legs and began to titillate her clitoris and the surrounding parts till she could not keep from moving her bottom. He asked her if it felt good.

“Yes, yes,” said she, “it feels so good.”

After getting her passions all excited, he said, “You would enjoy it much more if I put this in there,” and he put her hand on his cock. “Shall we try it?” said he.

Julia was too happy just then to refuse anything. Indeed, he had to carry her to the bed where he quickly got her placed to suit him, then got between her legs, and, carefully placing the head of his charmer between the lips of her pussy, he moved it about a little, the contact even in this manner giving her exquisite pleasure. But soon he began to push. At once I saw her countenance change.

“It is going to hurt you somewhat,” said he, “but don't be afraid; it will soon be over.”

She began to struggle, but he had her so she could not avoid his thrusts. As he shoved she exclaimed, “Oh, don't, it hurts,” her voice rising almost to a shriek as the obstruction gave way and his rod was buried in her belly. As soon as he had overcome the obstacles and effected a complete entrance, he remained motionless, telling her it was all over now, that she would only feel pleasure hereafter. She soon dried her tears and in answer to his question said it didn't hurt anymore, only smarted a little. He kept very quiet for quite a while, but when he saw by her countenance that she was beginning to feel some pleasure, he began slowly to move his sweetener out and in.

“Doesn't it begin to feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, “it does feel good!”

The pleasure soon became so great that she began to heave her bottom in response to his shoves. He, somehow, was not disposed to hurry matters. He would stop shoving occasionally, letting his charmer remain buried in her. While letting it soak in this way, he turned to me-I was looking on, a much interested spectator-and asked what I thought of screwing now.

“I think it is good. I wish I was big enough,” I replied.

“Well, it won't be many months before your pussy can take it in too,” said he. “You won't have to wait very long.”

After awhile he began to shove quite regularly. Julia quite as actively responded; then he moved faster and faster and soon he began to breathe loudly and to shove furiously, just as Mr. Amberg did when he was screwing my poor mama. All at once Mr. Brown ceased shoving, except for an occasional, spasmatic jerk, and his head dropped. He seemed to become limp and lifeless, except his breathing. After he had remained quiet some time, he got off of Julia, his prick still large but hanging its head, which was not of such a deep red as before, while drops of a queer-looking stuff dropped from it.

Julia was going to get up but he told her to lie still. I could not help noticing the change in her pussy, too, as he took his handkerchief and carefully wiped it, for I could see some of that queer-looking stuff running out of it. He then carefully wiped his rod but didn't button his pants to hide it from our sight. When Julia got up she looked at his ramrod and seemed surprised to see its head drooping.

She began to fondle it and the bag beneath, asking questions about them. It was not many minutes before he was preparing for another engagement.

“Would you like to try it again?” he asked.

“I'm afraid it will hurt,” said Julia.

“Suppose we try and see,” said he.

Without any further urging she got on the bed and pulled up her clothing.

He got between her legs again and surprised Julia by easily shoving his charger into her without hurting her at all.

“It doesn't hurt a bit this time,” said she, “and it feels so nice.”

After he had got his stiff one embedded in her body, he let it remain there quietly while he said, “Well girls, I promised to tell you how to avoid getting in the family way. There is one way I have never known to fail.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Keep your legs together and you will never get in the family way,” he said laughing.

“Oh!” said I, “that ain't what we mean. Men screw their wives-what do they do to keep from getting in the family way?”

He then explained that some men drew out their rod just before spending, others used a rubber bag over their long tom, women often used a syringe, etc.

Julia asked if she wouldn't get in the family way.

“No, I guess not,” said he. “If you do, I'll take care of you.” Then he advised her not to let any man do it to her again till she got a husband. “Then,” said he, “you can let a dozen screw you if you are careful not to get caught. You are a woman now and will soon be getting a husband. You will give me some more, won't you, after you get married?”

“Yes,” said Julia, “you may have all you want.”

Then we arranged to meet again and he promised to tell us about anything he might hear that was interesting.

But he and Julia were not yet finished for the day. Julia enjoyed the delightful sensations his yard gave her while buried in her pussy so much that she could not keep still under him. He saw how fully she was enjoying it. After giving a few shoves, which she promptly met, he stopped and looked down into her face. He asked her if fucking was as good as she thought it would be.

“Oh, yes,” said she, “I wish I could stay this way forever.”

They began to move again, slowly at first but faster and faster after awhile; then there was his loud breathing as he died away. He wiped her again and after she got up and we fixed up the bed, we went into the parlor again. I noticed that Julia walked a little awkwardly, as if she were sore. Mr. Brown told us lots of stories of women who had been made happy by tasting stolen sweets and the time passed pleasantly till some time after noon. Mr. Brown's charmer had long since regained its former magnificent state of erection, but he didn't think it wise to put it into Julia again just then.

It was some time after one o'clock when I saw Lizzie coming across the yard. I told Mr. Brown who she was and suggested that we should give her a surprise. So he let his pants down, pulled up his shirt, and stood right in front of the door where she would come in, while Julia and I hid in the bedroom. Pretty soon Lizzie came bounding in, but she stopped suddenly as she saw the beautiful object before her, and she looked at it in open wonder. Finally she stammered, “Where-where are the girls?” We could keep quiet no longer. Lizzie at once regained her wits, but was quiet for a few minutes. She could not get her eyes off the beauty before her, however, and she soon began to handle it; then she commented on it. He was amused at her remarks and finally asked her if her pussy was big enough to take it in.

“No it ain't,” said she. “I wish it was.”

“Well, is Julia's?” he asked.

“No,” said she, “it would take the biggest woman in town to take that.”

“Some small women have big mouths,” said he. “I have had it in Julia twice today.”

“I don't believe it,” said Lizzie bluntly, and she turned to Julia as if to get her to confirm her disbelief.