Howard Longfellow: Harry Richman

Jemma herself, who, before her marriage, some years previously, was a pretty girl of eighteen, a maid in my father's house. Being of a generous and affectionate nature, she had been no niggard with her charms, and many a time as a boy of fourteen she had let me creep into her bed, or she had come to mine and had let me revel to my heart's content in her glorious golden-haired cunt. She did not get my maidenhead. That had been taken when I was about ten by my young nurse, a pretty girl of seventeen, of whom I was very fond. She used to bathe me, and I know now that she always paid special attention to my little penis, always pulling back the foreskin to wash the glans, and otherwise manipulating it so that I always had an erection before she was though. She used to laugh and joke about what I called my "thing" and told me to call it my prick or my penis. She also told me that when it swelled up so big I "had a hard on." I soon grew to like having her play with my penis, and when we were alone together at other times that when I was taking my bath, I used to ask her to give me "a hard on," and she would take me on her lap, take out my little penis and work it up until it stood very proud and hard. But I didn't know anything to do with it after it was in that condition, nor did it occur to me investigate or evn wonder about what Jennie had between her legs. Nevertheless, I was soon to find out.

One day we had been out for a walk in the woods together. We had sat down on the grass. I lay with my head in her lap, and she unbuttoned my little trousers and began to play with my penis, and soon had it standing very erect.

"Oh, Harry, dear boy," she said, "what a sweet little prick you have, and to think that you have never used it!"

"How do you mean 'never used it?' I use it to piss with."

"Yes, I know. But it has other uses. If I only dared I would teach you what they are. If I only knew you wouldn't tell."

"I wouldn't tell."

"Won't you, Harry? Well, then, if you will promise, come to my room tonight after I put you to bed, and everyone thinks you are asleep, and gea into bed with me, and I will teach you such nice things to do with your darling prick."

That night when Jennie put me to bed she acted very strangely, and did things she had never done befor. She put my knees and slapped my bottom, then kissed it, then, turning me over she kissed my belly and even my little hard penis.I thought it all very funny but also very nice, and I was fairly wild to know what she would do with me when she got me into her bed. After I was in bed, but the light was burning. She threw back the bed-clothes and made room for me besides her.

"Take off your night-shirt, Harry dear, and I will take off mine. You have never seen me naked, but you shall tonight. We must not have anything on when we do what I am going to teach you. We are going to do what people do when they are married, and what they do when they love each othe as we do."

Then she proceeded to tell me the difference between girls and boys. She showed me her cunt, which surprised me very much, for I had never imagined such a thing. She told me the name, which she said was "cunt," or "quim," and that it was "fucking," and that fucking made the babies.

"But, Harry dear," she cocluded, "you are not old enough to make a baby. One has to be a man to do that but you have a nice little penis, and quite big enough to fuck with, and you will find it very nice."

She made me feel her cunt, interested me greatly. She separated the silkly curls about it and pulled apart the pink lips, and made me shove in two of my fingers. Then she lay back and drew me on top of her. She spread her feet far apart and raised her knees and I sank down between her thighs. Then she arranged our parts and I felt my very stiff little prick slipping in where my fingers had been, and then the first thing I knew it was all sucked in, and our bellies were pressed tightly together. She told me to work my penis in and out, and as I did she heaved and swayed and rocked me most delightfully. Soon she began to moan and tremble, and then I felt her making me all wet. She closed her eyes and seemed to swoon. I wondered if she had, she lay so quiet, only where we were linked together her cunt was throbbing and sucking at my little penis.

"Oh, Jennie!" I said. "It feels so good, so soft and warm. But why did you piss on me?"

"I didn't piss, Harry love. That was spunk."

And then she proceeded to tell me how girls made a certain kind of juice called "spunk," or "sperm," or "spendings," and how the boy, when he was old enough sent another kind of spunk out of his cock, and these juices mixed together made a baby inside the mother. Though the physiology of this was a little confused, I accepted her statement as fact, and she undoubtedly thought it was herself. I don't suppose she knew the facts of the impregnation of the ovaries by the spermatozoa of the male herself.

I was still stiff, and began to work in and out of the delightful sheath in which I was placed.

"I want to fuck you again," I said. "It is very nice."

She made me all wet again several times, but now I knew it wasn't piss. After then she lifted me out of my warm retreat and we had a regular romp together. She began slapping my little bottom again. She kissed and rubbed me all over from head to foot, and licked me with her tongue, and this time she not only kissed my cock, but took it in her mouth and sucked it, which felt just as nice as having it in her cunt. Then she made me suck her little tits, and then, putting my head between her thighs, held it there while I kissed her beauiful cunt. It smelled so good and I enjoyed sticking my tongue up it, but before she spent she raised my head from it, for she didn't know how I would like to have her spunk trickling into my mouth. But she needn't have worried about that, for we were together again the next night, and I insised upon her spending her spunk in my mouth, and I liked it.

After this we fucked pretty regularly, but she was careful not to let me do too much and tire myself out. She told me a lot of things. In fact, all I knew about sexual matters for some time I got from her. She told me about the boys she fucked with when she was a little girl, and the things she used to do with other little girls. She told me how los of women liked to amuse themselves with little girls, and how some men loved boys and sucked cocks with them, and had them put their coks up their bottoms.

"A boy could do that just as well with a girl, couldn't he?" I asked.

"I never thought of that," she said, "but I suppose he could.

"Oh! let me do it to you."

"I suppose it must be nice, or men wouldn't want boys to do it to them. Yes, you may try it."

We did, and it was a complete success,and we added this act to our regular repertoire.

One night while I was in bed with Jennie, she told me that she had been talking that day with Dora, who was the nurse of my little friend and neighbor, Elsie Lawton. She said that Dora told her that she had taught Elsie to play with her cunt, and that they rubbed each other with their fingers and flatfucked (which Jennie explained to meant rubbinf one cunt on the other), and that they also sucked each other. She had told Elsie all about boys and fucking, and the little girl was anxious to try it. So one day they got Elsie's little brother Danny, and tried to make him do it to her, but he was only seven, and didn't understand what they wanted, and when they tried to suff his pintle in his sister's crack he said it hurt, and began to cry.

I will just say in passing that five years later when Elsie was eighteen and Danny twelve, she got his maidenhead, and since then the dear boy had taken part in many a fine frolic with his sister and me.