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  "Yes … I … that is … girls …" I answered, my voice trailing off in confusion.

  "Girls?" she prompted. "What girls?"

  "Why … ah … lots of them, girls in school!"

  "School girls?" she repeated, in surprise. "What do you mean, darling? Girls don't take off their clothes at school, do they?"

  "No, no! After school I meant, in the park."

  "You surely don't mean they take off their clothes in places where boys can see them naked, do you?"

  "Yes, ma'am."

  "Girls how old?"

  This interrogation was making me uneasy, still I sensed the fact that I was safe in confiding in her. "Oh, all ages," I replied rather vaguely. "I did it with one girl that's past twelve."

  "You did it! Are you trying to tell me that you've had intercourse with some of those little girls?"

  "Sure, I have!" I answered disdainfully. "Lots and lots of them."

  "But darling," she gasped, "I can't believe it! Little school girls are not even supposed to know about such things! Why good heavens, you couldn't make this go in a little girl without hurting her!"

  "It doesn't hurt all of them!" I insisted, stubbornly. Which was true enough, for I hadn't in fact encountered many maidenheads.

  "Well, it doesn't seem possible," she commented. Suspending for the moment the interrogation she led me to the bed, lay down upon it, and drew me over on top of her.

  Soft fingers took possession of my cock, and guided it quickly to the entrance of the humid recess between he thighs. Now she placed her hands over the cheeks of my bottom. A firm pressure, a gentle movement of hips and thighs and the turgid emblem of my sex was within the portals and I felt the contact of thick crisp hair against my flesh. She undulated her hips with a gyratory movement and almost immediately that "nice feeling" began to generate itself around the principal point of contact and was radiated thence in delicious little waves throughout my body. I raised and lowered my hips in unison with her own movements.

  All too quickly the humid warmth and suction vanquished my limited powers of resistance, and soon the spermatic liquid was being drawn from my testicles. As I moaned with pleasure the pressure of her hands on my bottom became more forceful and her movements more energetic. She gasped some unintelligible phrase, a convulsive shudder shook her body and … it was over. I lay quietly with my weight upon her body until my heart ceased its excessive beating. Then raising myself, I withdrew my dripping cock from between her thighs. She gave it one look and springing hastily from the bed, exclaimed:

  "My heavens! You're old enough to give me a baby, if I don't watch out!"

  She ran into the bathroom and after a brief absence returned with a damp towel, with which she sponged me off. Assuming that my hour of triumph was over, I reached for my clothing but she detained me with a gesture and suggested that I lie down and rest a few minutes first. So willingly, enough, I lay back down on the bed again. She lay down by me, slipped an arm under my neck and drew my face over against one of her protruding pointed breasts. I pressed my cheek gratefully against the cool, smooth flesh.

  "Now tell me about these girls," she insinuated softly. And bit by bit she drew from me the gist of my juvenile romances. These disclosures seemed to cause her the most genuine surprise. While we talked one of hands engaged itself with my cock. She slipped the foreskin back and forth, fingered and toyed with it. Between this tantalizing manipulation, the sight of her naked body, and the erotic effects of our conversation as she pressed me for intimate details of my conquests, it began to recover its dignity, extending itself perceptibly in length and breadth.

  "Do all the boys in school do such things?" she asked, her fingers continuing their soft play over the head of my cock.

  "Sure; they all do," I answered innocently.

  "Then Gerald has been doing it with girls, too?"

  "Gerald? Well … I don't know about him!" I answered in confusion. She remained silent and recovering my composure I ventured to extend my tongue, and rather timidly caressed one of those luscious, red strawberries which was in tempting proximity to my lips. I felt a tremor pass over her body and encouraged, I took the whole strawberry in my mouth and sucked it avidly. Immediately her fingers tightened around my cock and she began to pump it vigorously. I became still more daring, and placed my hand down over the triangle of dark curls. And, after a momentary hesitation, I laid my finger on the warm, moist membranes of her cleft.

  In the course of my education of sexual physiology, I had learned that in the upper extremity of the little valley, just like a sentinel on guard over the sacred precincts, was a little protuberance which had a predilection for being petted gently. It had the odd faculty of enlarging itself slightly when touched or caressed, its reaction in this respect being similar to that of the male organ.

  Putting this knowledge into effect I located the highly sensitive little nerve, and with the tip of my finger agitated it softly. Under the light touch it responded by expanding and hardening. At this point she suddenly seized my hand, and laughing hysterically, removed it. She kissed me with real fervor and pressed her body closer to mine.

  "Come on sweetheart, we'll do it once more!"

  Disengaging herself from my arms she turned over on her back, and separating her thighs, drew me u upon her. Again my cock, now well restored to virile capabilities, was introduced into the temple of love. The encounter was swift and vigorous. I seconded her lively movements, and again those hot lips drained my testicles to the last drop. Shortly thereafter I wsa dressed, and ready to take my departure. As I stood near the door, she kissed me good-by, adding in an anxious whisper: "You won't ever, ever tell anyone, will you sweetheart?" Fervently assuring her that I never, never would, I took my leave.

  At the front gate I met Gerald, who greeted me angrily.

  "Where have you been all this time? Did you get the paste?"

  "Paste?" I repeated, vaguely. "Paste? Why … ah, no, there wasn't any!" and leaving him staring at me open-mouthed, I continued on up the street. Kite flying no longer interested me.

  With the optimism of youth, I assumed that the romance so auspiciously begun, would be continued. But alas, I was doomed to disappointment. Whether the lady repented of her little indiscretion, or decided that I was too young to be trusted, I know not, but at any rate, never by word or sign did she encourage me to expect a repetition of the adventure, and eventually I comprehended that the chapter was closed.

  During the year which followed I made a number of conquests among young girls of the neighborhood but do not recall any which were of special interest. It was not so easy now as it had been at first. Girls had to be won with courting, coaxing and artifice. They protested hypocritically at bold advances. They were afraid they would "get a baby." And how it happened that none actually did only heaven knows, for some of these young misses were close around the age of puberty, as was attested by the fine growth of silky hair on their little mounds, and their diminutive, budding breasts.

  I found that successful dealings with them hinged mostly on coaxing them into some secluded place where there was no danger of intrusion or interruption. Once this was accomplished, a preliminary kissing and petting to get them "hot" followed up by the sudden insertion of a hand up under their skirts and panties was generally sufficient to get things started. There would be a few squeals and protests, but the tip of a skilled finger played over and around a magic spot generally vanquished the half-hearted resistance. The system was simplicity itself, but almost invariably successful.

  One thirteen-year-old, who claimed to have learned the method by spying on her parents when she was supposed to be sleeping, permitted me to penetrate her but to my surprise, just as I reached orgasm, jerked away from me and seizing my cock with her hand pumped its contents out over her stomach. This proceeding she denominated by the expressive term "milking the cow," adding that it caused her a nice feeling when the warm stuff squirted out on her stomach.

  With greater frequency now
my thoughts were on those intriguingly mysterious houses so picturesquely described by older companions, where charming young ladies were at one's disposition for a modest consideration.

  But it wasn't until I had passed my sixteenth birthday that I got up the courage to make the plunge. A sudden wave of boldness inspired the determination, and in order not to give it a chance to cool off, I decided to act immediately.

  That night, nerves tingling with anticipation and excitement, I set out on foot for the red light district. Approaching an establishment selected entirely at random, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I paused for a brief moment and then mustering up my courage, advanced toward an open door. Enveloped in an azure haze of smoke I saw a neatly furnished room in which were seated or moving about, a dozen girls, and several men. The girls were in varying stages of dress and undress. Some were garbed in chemise, high heeled slippers and hose only. Others had on diminutive silken skirts which hung about halfway to their knees. One or two were draped in vividly colored kimonos. Another, crossing the room at that moment with a tray of liquor glasses in her hands – an attractive damsel with a mass of copper colored tresses, and a skin as fair as a lily, wsa stark naked except for hose and slippers. Her beautiful and prominent breasts vibrated and trembled with her movements.

  Quickly my eyes took in the scene, impressing upon my mind a composite picture of silk clad limbs, naked thighs, breasts, arms and a not displeasing array of faces. The girls were young, much younger than I had supposed they would be. As I stood motionless in the door taking in the novel sight, a sudden hush fell upon the assembly, and all eyes were turned on me. There was a momentary silence. Then a feminine voice exclaimed: "The stork has brought a baby for someone!"

  A burst of laughter followed this cynicism and my cheeks began to burn. Then from among a group of girls seated on a sofa one arose, and came toward me, smiling: "Do you want a girl to take to a room?" she insinuated coaxingly.

  I knew the patrons were supposed to select their own merchandise, but my nervousness and the embarrassment their risibility had provoked inspired me with a desire to get out of the range of all these curious eyes just as quickly as possible and I assented to her invitation with a nod of my head. She took my hand and conducted me down the long hall to her room. Once the door closed behind us and we were in privacy, some of my animation returned and I examined my companion with deep interest. She was a wholesome, sweet faced girl of eighteen or nineteen and her cordial, friendly treatment quickly put me at ease. The financial details of the transaction arranged, she stripped off her little silken chemise and while I was removing my own clothing, occupied herself with the preparation of a basin of warm water to which she added soap and a few drops of some fluid, probably of an antiseptic nature. As soon as I had disrobed she approached me and holding the basin, washed my cock in the soapy water. Under the touch of her soft fingers as she manipulated it in the warm fluid, it stiffened out valiantly.

  As she bent over, her hair falling in glossy ringlets about white shoulders. Her pretty cone-shaped breasts vibrating with each movement, a sense of satisfaction and exhilaration swept over me and I placed my arms around her neck, drew her face up and kissed her with enthusiasm, almost causing her to drop the basin. Hastily she set it down and proceeded to dry me with a small towel. Then, after pirouetting about the room for a few moments, to tantalize me with the sight of her nakedness, she flung herself on the wide comfortable bed and invited me to join her.

  I was soon lying between her round white thighs while her fingers started my cock in the right direction. Then in and out, with slow deliberate movements at first and faster and faster as the pleasant sensations increased in intensity, and finally, with hard furious thrusts as she drew from me the milky elixir of life. As it spurted forth, she clasped me more closely to her and gave expression to several passionate exclamations. I didn't know at the time that simulating orgasm is an art quickly acquired by these little vestals of love whose business it is to always "please" the customer.

  After she had attended t certain hygienic requirements, she returned to the bed where she lay for a while exchanging confidences. Her name was Josephine. She assure me, greatly to my satisfaction, that I was much nicer (!) than most of he men who visited her, and extracted a promise that I could come back to see her, a promise which was wholeheartedly kept and I became real friends with Josephine.

  Some of the other girls attempted to win me from Josephine but on observing that our relationship was firmly cemented they desisted. As a mater of fact, there were several I would have liked to "try out" but a spirit of loyalty to Josephine who was so good to me and the fear of hurting her feelings kept me faithful. Her affection for me was evidently quite sincere and she counseled me wisely in many things.

  During the petting and teasing processes which generally preceded out expansions I discovered that she was partial to digital manipulations, or in brothel terms, "finger frigging." This condition was probably due to some abnormality; or possibly the too frequent copulations in a professional capacity had dulled the normal reaction. At any rate her emotions could not be completely aroused any other way and I think the fact that I was able to perceive this condition, and was considerate of it, inspired to some degree the affection she felt for me.

  While gratifying her in this way I learned to subject and hold my own emotions in check for prolonged periods and this is an asset which cannot be too highly estimated. Not only does it sharpen the sensitory nerves, making them more responsive to the delayed orgasm but it also places one in a very advantageous position in respect to women. The pleasurable sensations which accompany ejaculation in the male are far more intense with the first orgasm than with a second or third. Apparently, the "pleasure capacity" of the masculine sexual organ is depleted or dulled greatly by the first ejaculation and does not respond with the same vigor to successive efforts unless there is considerable time between.

  The unnatural life led by girls in houses of prostitution, submitting their bodies to sexual intercourse without regard to their personal inclinations, frequently with men abhorrent to them, tends to stultify and deaden their sensibilities. Josephine had not yet reached this stage. She was only two years older than I and as yet showed no signs of dissipation. Her clear, grey eyes and rosy cheeks sparkled with health, life and vim. But she didn't like the way men "did it" – on top, finished and off before it hardly began to feel good. She never really enjoyed herself except with me, she said!

  One day when I came in I noticed some of the girls running in and out of the parlor, laughing and giggling about something the nature of which I was in ignorance. When Josephine and I were alone I questioned her as to the cause of the merriment. "Oh, it's that Swede who comes to see Marigold," she replied.

  The man she referred to was, like myself, an afternoon visitor. I had seen him on several occasions sitting in the reception hall, waiting for Marigold, the object apparently of his undivided affections. He was a quiet, polite fellow, large of stature, always plainly but neatly dressed. How they had come to designate him as "the Swede" I don't know unless it was that his blond hair and Nordic accent someway suggested the nationality. As Josephine replied to my query, she too began to giggle and my curiosity was further aroused. "Well, what's so funny about it?" I insisted and as I spoke, there flashed over me the recollection of previous instances when, after the departure of this man I had observed smiling glances directed at Marigold – Marigold, the girl I had seen cross the room naked the memorable night of my initiation in sporting life – who was also blond and whose copper colored tresses and big breasts had always secretly fascinated me.

  At first Josephine seemed disinclined to enter into explanations, but her reticence only augmented my curiosity and I persisted with the result that following novel facts came to light.

  This man, despite his robust appearance, suffered from a lamentable physical defect. His cock was half than normal size, and incapable of attaining an erection of sufficie
nt rigidity to penetrate a woman. The only way he could satisfy his passion was by sucking a girl and jacking himself off at the same time. For the privilege of sucking Marigold once a week he paid a generous fee. But this wasn't all of the story. These little devils had scratched away a bit of paint from one corner of a glass transom above a door connecting Marigold's room and were in the habit of entertaining themselves by watching while the sucking operation was being realized. "Does Marigold know this?" I asked, astounded.

  "Sure, she knows it, but he doesn't. She doesn't care," replied Josephine. Instinctively I cast an apprehensive glance around our own room, to see whether there were any "scratched transoms" through which I had possibly been subjected to the scrutiny of curious eyes. Josephine read my thoughts and said smiling, "Don't worry, we don't do anything worth watching!"

  Her revelations turned my thoughts to subjects I had hitherto not given much attention to. I had heard of "Frenching" of course, but regarded the act as being of rare occurrence. Yet here it was going on right at my elbow and seeming to excite nothing but amusement among those who were aware of it. Josephine noted my absorption, and asked curiously:

  "Do you want to look?"

  I hesitated but a moment, and replied affirmatively: "Come on, then."

  She slid off my knees and led me to a room farther down the hall. With her finger on her lips in a gesture signifying silence she opened a door, and we edged in. to one side was another door and before this, perched on a table which had been drawn up before it, were a couple of half naked girls, each trying to peer through a glass transom from one corner of which a bit of paint had been scraped away. Josephine pinched their legs and motioned to them to get down.

  "He's just begun!" whispered one of them as they slipped down, albeit reluctantly, their faces suffused with suppressed laughter.

  Josephine and I took the places they had yielded. She applied her eye to the small opening for a second then clutching my arm, she withdrew to one side, permitting me to look. I looked, and was held spellbound by a sight which caused the blood to race through my veins.