I gradually bent over. He merely patted then gingerly touched me with the cane, till I commanded him to whip, whip me really hard. Now he began in earnest. I soon had to toss my bottom in every way as the cane came heavily on it, but oh, how I jumped when I now got it on my pouting pussy. A sort of lustful cramp seized me as I held my bottom well up in the air, my thighs open, and little twitches I gave as I spent freely. It was thus I became addicted to the sweet joys of birch, though, I felt a certain amount of pleasures in it from school routine, now I sought every opportunity to use it on both boys and girls in school, and I even whipped my own sweet little Liza here oftener than she merited it in order to sooth my passion by this method. Her fine bottom has grown used to the rod a long time ago, her kickings gave me infinite delight, though she liked her bottom smacked and whipped, though at first she didn't, but it soon had aroused her keen animal nature and now she was glad to know it gave her mama so much delight.” They kissed each other fondly at these revelations and both now promised many indulgences of the kind in the future.
“If I were to tell of every item of my affairs with Harold I could not enlarge upon the raptures already described. He stuck that dear little cock into every hole and crevice of my body. After awhile, I began to think of another conquest- another young and beautiful boy, and to manage so that neither knew of the other. I wanted to secure a second before the school term ended too, so in proper time I had an idea of inviting both on a trip, if it could be managed. About this time too, another adventure happened to me, which I will tell afterwards for I think I need a good fuck right now, oh, give it to me, give it to me good!”
Mary got her fuck, Liza acting as the youthful Venus of Ceremonies. Liza was content to wait for her dose, for she was said.
Mary resumed after her recovery deeply interested in her mama's story she from the joys of “Willie.”
“Well, I had been invited to come to a friend's farm and spend Decoration Day and the week-end. At this holiday came on Thursday it had been decided not to open school until the following Monday. I told Harold of it, told him not to abuse his pet, and as soon as possible after the return we would have a beautiful time together in the nude. He was sorry I was going away and said he'd be real good and study hard. I kissed him most tenderly as we embraced, giving his bottom a hard squeeze through his tight, thin pants, he doing the same to mine — we being alone in the school of course, for we had lingered till the others had left.
My friends, relatives in a way, older than I too, had a boy fifteen, well grown, and well developed, larger all round then Harold, but then pretty Harold was only twelve, and this boy was three years older, which can make a lot of difference all round. The husband was a fine built man, tall, erect, a man to please any woman's fancy. The wife was a good looking woman, but frail, much of an invalid, gentle in manner, and treated lovingly her husband and son. They had house help, of course, who slept in an adjoining house.
My friends were building an additional room to their house, and the work of one past of the upstairs was open to permit joining on the structure. They explained this, Alice telling me they would have to leave Robert in the spare room with me, but a screen would be placed between the beds. I carelessly said, “All right, dear, that will be nicely.” They little thought that a dignified school teacher would find a mere screen any objection when a fine young boy — and only fifteen too — and pretty too was on the other side of it. I now looked forward in anticipation to a good, royal time.
Decoration Day I sat in the swing with the willing Robert pushing me. As usual, when I had an object in view, I wore no panties.
Robert had a good view of my calves, but I meant him to see more of me, and told him to wait till I stood up on the swing and I could help him to swing me much higher, that I wanted to touch the branches of the tree — and I smiled my sweetest on him. His father had gone to town, and Alice could not come out, but asked me to amuse myself as best I could with Robert, so the coast was clear, and no one knew I had no panties on except the boy. Now he had to be under me to push the swing, and until it got going well he had to run under, I did the propelling with my bent knees on one stroke and straightening for the other. I stopped when I thought he had seen enough. I pretended that I was afraid to get dizzy. He could not help but get a full view of my entire body from the waist down — bottom, thighs, cunt — for he lay on his back right under me. Then we took a walk round, coming to the cattle yard, here stood a bull with flaming eyes and snorting nostrils. I said, “Oh, what a fierce beast!” I asked him why they kept such an animal. He told me for breading calves, and looking at me wonderfully but respectfully. I said “Oh” and dropped the subject. We passed the swing yard, here again the male was in evidence, his long prick showing plainly in its sheath, with a big pair of balls hanging down, nearly as big as my titties. I was wishing to see these animals on the sex job. We went back to the house, and I sat talking to Alice until supper, and when the boy had gone to bed, to both husband and wife. In due time I went up stairs, refusing a light, because it was full moon. I locked my door, their room was down a small hall.
It all looked favorably to my plans, I thought, for I was ready. Quietly I disrobed, and putting on just a thin silk nightie which opened well down the front nearly to my waist, leaving my breasts exposed, I went in the bright moonlight past Robert's bed to look out of the window, and, being between him and the light, he could see me, if he were awake — and I was sure he was. I moulded my breasts as I stood there for a few moments, then I put my hands on my backside, a hand on each cheek as I stuck out my hips and pretended to take breathing exercises. I then turned and looked over at him there laying on his back, his nice elegant cock was straight up and exposed, I then leaned over the foot of his bed to get a good view, gave a furtive sigh and tip-toed to bed, to make him think I believed him asleep.
After awhile, as I lay still, I heard his deep breathing and a sound that told me what he was doing, so, getting out of bed very quietly, I sneaked out at the other end of the screen, but this time with him between the light and me. I saw him jerking off and breathing heavily. I wanted to stop him at once, so I surprised him with “What's the matter, Robert why do you do this?” He gulped a breath and began quietly to sob, and as I went to him he said in a low voice “Oh, Aunt Mary, it aches so.” — “There, there, Robbie, don't take on so, Aunt Mary will sooth you!” I leaned over him, my breasts to his view, and stroked his head. His sobbing ceased, I turned to his waist, pull up his nightie further, and said in a very low tone, “What were you doing to this, Robbie?” and I put my hand on it, but believe me, my one hand did not begin to cover its length. Oh, it was a big one! He said, “Aunt Mary I was making it feel good, I just couldn't help it. I saw your nice bottom to day on the swing, so I had to do this to it.