Howard Longfellow - My experience in a country

My partner had been on the scene of operations in this particular county for some time and had given me most curious accounts of the natives, whom he declared to be extremely hospitable, friendly, but vastly peculiar in their social relations. Owing probably to the sparse population and the wide distances which often separated families from each other, habits had been formed which no attempt was made to conceal, and which if practiced in more civilized districts, are covered up with the greatest cauton.

Whether owing to the climatic or other causes the sexual passions among these natives are strong and precocious; hence the same impulses which would drive a solitary boy or girl to masturbation has impelled these isolated families to all forms of incestuous indulgences. My partner assured me that not only did father and mother engage in copulation unreservedly before their children, but as soon as the children were old enough the father invariably fucked his daughters and the mothers surrendered her cunt to the use of her sons. But even before this the children are taught and encouraged to copulate among themselves-a practice which once formed was never abandoned, so that in all these mountain families, which were invariably large, the parents and children, brothers and sisters, lived in absolute promiscuous incest.

I was thinking over the various stories I had been told in this connection as I toiled up the mountain toward the cabin of Chuck Grannis, the superintendent of the mine, with whom I was to spend the night. Finally the place loomed in sight rather more pretentious than the majority of mountain cabins and consisting of several rooms. When I appeared I saw that the door was open, and I stepped in.

There was no one there but a group of children, seven of them, sturdy bright-eyed little beggars.

The oldest was a girl of fourteen, and the youngest a boy of seven. Their clothing was extremely primitive, the girls having only one garment which scarcely reached the knees. The boys had shirts and pants, though in a state of dilapidation, for the shirts were buttonless and displayed the little bodies, and the pants were torn so that pretty patches of pink skin peeped through.

The littlest boy had on only a shirt, which, pushed up by his rounded buttocks in the back, reached only a little below his waist in the front, there displaying the lower part of his belly, his straight muscular legs and a sweet little pintle resting on its tight smooth bag.

I addressed the oldest girl, whose name I found was Lissa, and asked if this were the cabin of Chuck Grannis.

"Yes," she replied, "but Daddy is at the mine and won't be back till evening. If you're Mr. Ludlow you're please to step in and make yourself at home."

"Yes, my dear," I said, "I am Mr. Ludlow," and I stepped in.

There was no shyness about the children and no fear of a stranger, and we were soon talking together very pleasantly, and I was telling them about my trip up the mountain.

The littlest boy, whom they called Trippy, stood in front of me with his legs spread and began to play with his penis.

"What are you doing, kiddie?" I asked.

"Rubbing up Tom," he replied. "Just watch me skin him," and he pulled down the pliant foreskin and uncovered the pink head.

I looked at the other children. There was no evidence of surprise or disapproval on their faces, only amusement. Thereupon I put one arm about the little chap and drew him to my side as I sat there, and began to frig him till his little prick stood quite hard and stiff.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Oh! good. Do it some more." Whereupon I resumed my manipulations.

Glancing up I caught sight of Billy, the eleven year old boy, with his hand in his pocket evidently juggling his little balls. I called him to me and, pulling up his shirt, unfastened his pants and exposed his pintle in a state of erection. For a moment I worked both boys as they stood face to face, a cute little prick in each hand.

Polly, the little ten year old girl, came and stood on my other side, intensely watching my masturbation of the boys.

"Oh! dear," she said. "Please do rub me too."

"All right, my dear." Then turning to the two boys I said: "Here, you two youngsters; sit on the bench beside me and let me see you frig each other."

They did so, and I took Polly on my lap. She raised her one garment and exposed her pretty childish body, and above all the sweetest, pinkest little slit which stood out with the most charming effrontery without the least shade of a single concealing hair. She leaned back in my arms, pushing out her middle. I softly parted the pink lips and ran my finger up and down the slit. She heaved her belly and swayed her thighs as she laughted with the pleasure I caused her with my naughty hand.

I called Tottie, the nine year old girl, to me, and placed the two little sisters on my knees facing each other so that while their arms were about my neck I could frig each little cunt.

While I was thus delightfully engaged, Kitty, the twelve year old girl, and Bobby, a dear little chap of thirteen, inaugurated a game of their own. They lay on the floor with their bodies reversed, and their nimble fingers at work, she exciting his boyish cock and he with one of his busied full length in her little cunt.

Thus all were engaged except Lissa, the pretty little miss of fourteen. It was cruel to keep her out of the pleasure, for she was thoroughly excited and had one hand pressed tight between her legs on her throbbing cunny.

I made the two little girls on my lap jump down and place themselves on the bench beside me, on the other side from where her brothers were frigging each other. Soon each had a finger buried in the other's cunny.

"Come, my darling," I said to Lissa, "Won't you come and have a game with me?"

"Oh! yes; I should love to."

I drew her to my lap facing me and, unbuttoning my pants, put her hot little hand on my rampant cock. She grasped it firmly and drew it out and began to work it vigorously. I pulled up her dress and soon my fingers were running up and down her pouting quim. But I wanted more, so putting her down for a moment, I took off my pants and rolled up my shirt as far as I could. I told her to slip off her dress and soon I had the lovely naked child pressed to me. She was a slim little thing beautifully formed, with health pulsating in every vein. She abandoned herself to me fully and shamelessly, making no attempt to hide her most secret charms. She was a wild, passionate, gypsy-like little thing, and seemed to derive pleasure from the very exposure of herself to my gaze.

My finger sought her little clitoris. I pointed my prick to her crack and just placed its head between the lips. I continued to rub her darling cunny and soon my cock was moistened by the sweet child's spending. I did not want to spend yet, so withdrew from the little organ and placed a finger there instead. I parted the lips and "began to explore the little grotto. I met no opposition and my finger sunk in its full length. The child had lost her maidenhead, though she was so tight.

"Oh my darling girl," I said, "You've been fucked.

"Yes," she said, "and it is good. Please do it to me. I've never had anyone but my brothers.

Father thinks he is too big and there are so few strangers come here."

I looked at the youngster. The oldest was thirteen.

"Do you mean to say that all three have fucked you?"

"Yes; all three fuck all girls."

No wonder, then, that these precocious children were not afraid of a little frigging.

Before I knew what she was up to she had raised herself and, pointing my cock to her little crack, thrust herself upon it. She was very tight, but the little thing thrust with such a will and strained open her tiny gap to such good purpose that with thrilling delight I felt myself slipping into the child and probing her little belly. The other children gathered round us, watching our motions with every sign of approval and delight, and danced and clapped their hands when they saw that I had reached the height of my delight and was pouring the liquid token of my love into the ardent, wanton little witch who, impaled on my tool, rubbed herself so lustfully against me. As she felt my juices gush into her she threw her legs about my waist and her arms about my neck and glued her lips to mine and gave herself up to the joys of sensation like the sweet wild thing she was. The children watched us as I withdrew my still rampant cock.