But let's go back, it was the later forties right after the war. My family was in manufacturing and our plant had been busy all during the war and my father was quite well off. I was sent to this camp for young ladies where we were supposed to learn all about being a lady, no one in my social circle cooked or cleaned we had maids for that. No we had to learn how to dress, how to dance, how to be nice, conversation skills. It was called a finishing school and all the girls were like me, rich girls from Connecticut because we lived in Connecticut. That's where I first talked about sex with another girl. She told me that she had sex with the boy who helped with the landscaping. She told me about his hard penis and what it felt like to have a hard penis open your tender pussy and fuck you. She said it to me like this, "he fucks me and it feels good".
I spent my days there talking to her about his hard penis and how he put it in her mouth and how he put it in her pussy and how she had to get down on the floor and worship him. She described his penis in words and she made sounds and she used her hands and she showed me how his penis fit in her mouth. She showed me how his penis would go into my pussy, she put her fingers in my pussy and it felt good. When I got back home, all of my fourteen year old body was crying for a hard penis.
His penis was hard, I held it and it was hard. I put it in my mouth and it was hard. And he put it in my tender pussy and it was hard. His penis was hard and I fell in love with his penis. He was the bookkeeper that came to the house to bring my father the books. I didn't think about how old he was, he was certainly not fourteen and had worked for my father during the war. What I remember most is that he had a hard penis and I wanted his hard penis in my pussy, I liked being fucked it felt good. And we got caught by the upstairs maid, I liked to open my legs far apart and bend over and touch the floor with my open hands and he would stick his hard penis in my pussy and fuck me. That felt good. I was very limber then. The upstairs maid had been sent to get me because I was supposed to go see my grandmother and she caught the bookkeeper fucking me in my room.
The year was 1949. The choices were few. He married me or he married me, never mind that I was fourteen years old. Never mind that he was thirty five. The only thing that mattered to me was that he had a hard penis, after he married me I made him fuck me morning afternoon and night. The doctor said I suffered from promiscuity. He was my first husband and he is the father of my two children. After I had my two with him I didn't have children again, I wish I had but in those days once you had your family that was it. My children were born before I was twenty, they are grandparents in their own right now and both of them are stuck up prudes who don't want me to talk to my granddaughters because they are afraid I am going to tell them to go out and fuck.
I married two more times, both real gentlemen but I had to be pleased on the side and it was this pleasing on the side that caused me to get divorced. I just like a hard penis as the doctor said I am promiscuous. According to my sources ladies aren't supposed to like a hard penis because it gets you in trouble. To hell with them. I paid then, I kept the young men, one was the tennis pro at the club, another was a Wall Street broker and another was a waiter at the Astoria. They all had one thing in common, they had a hard penis. My pussy isn't so tender any more but it is tender enough to enjoy a hard penis. Now I pay for it outright, pay for the service. They take their pills and they can be hard for hours, the harder they are the more I like it. I remember by roommate from finishing school, down on the floor looking up at a hard penis to worship, that is the only true way to worship a hard penis.
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