There was never a shortage of playmates growing up. Our place was surrounded by the ranches and farms of the Nelson clan, and those Nelsons were prolific and fun, always having cookouts, picnics, outings, and Sunday dinner get-togethers. Within a mile or two of our place were any number of little Nelson cousins for us to play with, and we played together all the time.

The games we played were the games all kids play, from hide-and-seek to flying kites, girls playing dolls and boys playing ball, all those sorts of things. From time to time men and older boys would carry us off for an hour or so to use us for their sexual pleasure, but most of the time we spent playing normal kid games. The men came after the girls old enough to fuck way more often than they came after us.

In the Nelson clan, the natural dividing line between little kids and big kids was 10 years old, the age girls began fucking. Big girls were not only available for fucking but expected to help their mothers with housework and cooking chores. Big boys went to the fields to help their fathers. Little kids had no responsibilities other than to play and stay out of the way, with older little kids, the 8- and 9-year olds, expected to keep the smaller ones from getting hurt or into trouble.

The biggest difference between us and the rest of the Nelson clan was that our father was completely gone most of the time and our mother worked in town all day. That was rare back then, for a mother to work out of the house. Consequently, when the Nelson kids came to our house to play, there was an impetus on naughtiness, at least part of the time, whether smoking pilfered cigarettes or running around naked. There was a lot of nakedness at our house when kids came to play, and a lot of time spent playing sex with each other.


Joy started school at age 7 in 1945 when I was nearly 4 years old. Back then there was no pre-K or kindergarten - everyone started in 1st grade. And it was not long before Joy brought a couple of new friends home with her after school. It's difficult today to imagine there was a time when it was acceptable for 6- and 7-year olds to do things like that, wander around unsupervised, but back then it was perfectly normal.

These were town girls, girls we had never known before. They came bursting in the front screen door, laughing and chasing each other through the house in an explosion of screaming and squealing energy. Having the entire house all to themselves, being able to run and scream with no adults anywhere around to yell and chase them out was a treat they had never experienced.

Joy ordered me to get everyone a Coke once they had all sprawled across her bed exhausted. "Your little brother is cute," one said. "I wish I had a little brother."

"He's not my brother, he's my doll!" Joy laughed. "I'll show you. Come here, Jimmy," she said, pulling me up into her lap where she held me like a baby. "See how real his hair feels?" Joy said, holding out a handful of hair. Boys my age didn't get haircuts back then; mom just trimmed it when it got too shaggy. "And see how real his skin feels?" Joy said. She was alluding to the new post-war dolls which had come on the market with all their realistic features. "And he says "Mama" when you press his tummy, see?" she said, pressing her hand into my tummy.

This was a great game for the little girls, and I was giggling uncontrollably as they pawed over me but still managed to utter "Mama" for Joy, bringing screams of laughter. I really liked this game.

"Let's take his clothes off!" one girl suddenly screamed, and in a laughing flurry soon I lay naked in Joy's arms with the snickering girls' excited faces leering down at my crotch. "Look how real his penis looks," one said to gales of naughty laughter.

Taking my pecker in her fingers, Joy said, "It feels real, too," and all the girls' hands dove into my crotch with howls of excited, lascivious laughter as my little pecker grew and stiffened. "I want to see how it tastes," Joy announced, laying my on the bed and bending down on me, and two new hot little mouths fought to see who tasted next, the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me.

"Let's take off our clothes, too!" Joy announced, unbuttoning her school dress to pull over her head and toss aside, and soon the little girls were bouncing over the bed, wrestling each other's panties off, grabbing and feeling each other's crotches. "Look, I'm letting Jimmy see what I taste like," Joy laughed, and the little girls' hot eyes lit up as they watched a laughing me stick my tongue inside Joy's pussy lips.

"Me too, me too!" they squealed, grabbing at me to pull between their legs, and in the excited, naughty bedlam Joy pushed her tongue into a little slit for a taste and the orgy had begun.

Fun, exciting news like that travels fast, and the next day several more girls came to watch in giggling amazement the first three girls hop naked on the bed to roll and wrestle before stripping themselves and joining in. And the next day brought even more girls. Soon 2nd and 3rd graders were joining in, even 4th graders as the afternoon orgies spread throughout our house.

Joy had let lose a storm she couldn't control, particularly as the bigger girls, the 3rd and 4th graders with their puffy nipples and heightened sexuality began dominating the younger ones with tongue and finger fucking in sexual free-for-alls. Joy was having trouble getting all the girls out of the house in time for us to straighten things before mom came home, and mom was getting more and more upset with Joy, telling her to keep her playmates outside and not understanding why she couldn't do that.

Oddly enough, it was the Nelson men who bailed her out. A couple of them came by one afternoon, undoubtedly to get their cock sucked, but when they saw what was going on they made everyone get dressed and go home, telling them not to come back anymore. They gave Joy a serious talking to, telling her she had gotten too big for her britches. But all's well that ends well, and Joy was eternally grateful for their help.


By the end of the 1st grade, Joy had settled down with two girls, Patti and Donna, the three of whom would be best friends for the rest of their lives, through thick and thin as they say.

Joy was tall for her age, but Donna was even 2 or 3 inches taller, a statuesque beauty - and she still is today - with full, long brownish-blond hair and a natural, almost regal bearing. On the other hand, Patti was petite, a head shorter than Joy, a real cutie with brunette hair and a vivacious personality with a cute, tingling laugh which came easily and often. It was hard not to love Patti.

They were the three sisters, completely comfortable and open with each other, and I was their pet, their toy, their living doll they could play with just like they played with other dolls, dressing me, bathing me, feeding me, mothering me, etc. When they were through playing with me, they shoved me aside, told me to go outside or whatever.

I was their sex toy, but even that was laid back. Patti would be lying on the couch, resting or reading or whatever and she would say, "Jimmy, come do me." Usually, she wouldn't bother looking down as I pulled off her panties and stuck my face in her pussy. Joy might come walking through, stopping to say, "Oh, that looks good, Jimmy, come do me when you're through with Patti."

Donna was always too reserved, but every so often Joy and Patti would get a mean streak, wrestling her to the ground and holding her while I worked her panties off so I could get my face in her pussy. Donna would fight hard until I was able to lick her into heat, and then she would relax and enjoy her tingling orgasm. A frustrated Joy and Pattie would say, "Why do you do that, Donna? Why do you fight so hard when you know it's going to feel good?" Donna never had an answer, but she never stopped fighting it, either.

One of their games, which I think had a significant impact on me for the rest of my life, was dressing me up in Joy's outgrown clothes, complete with panties, and fixing my hair girl-style with barrettes and ribbons before walking me downtown, pretending I was their little sister. I don't know why they enjoyed doing that so much, but one thing I do know is that from the first time they slipped a pair of Joy's outgrown nylon panties on me, I have loved nylon panties. I love the way they feel on my cock and balls, I love running my hand across my smooth, silky butt cheeks, and I love the sexy feeling it gives me under my clothes. All my life I've loved wearing nylon panties, and when I'm home alone, I still wear nylon panties.

You might say those 3 girls, Joy, Donna, and Patti, and I grew up together. I was the first to finger fuck them, and I fucked them as my little pecker grew into a cock. I gave them their first "big girl" orgasm, the spasmodic surging orgasm adults have which begins for girls when they are 8 (a couple of years later for boys), and of course we all practiced fucking constantly as we grew. Whatever ability I have in satisfying girls sexually, I got from learning how to satisfy these three.


Joy began fucking man-cocks the summer before her 10th birthday, and on her 10th birthday celebration some 30 Nelson men took turns fucking her. She was sore riding her brand new bicycle home from the party that evening, but she beamed with pride.

When a pretty little girl like Joy comes into flower, as they say, the Nelson men couldn't get enough of her for the next few months. There were always a few waiting for her when she came in from school with Patti and Donna.

The first time Pattie saw a cock sinking inside Joy she had to have one for herself, crawling up on top of the first hard cock she found and driving it inside her. Gorgeous, regal Donna was her usual self: it excited her to watch Patti and Joy being fucked, but she didn't have the nerve to do it herself. Finally, Joy and Patti along with the Nelson men held Donna down, kicking and screaming, while the men took turns fucking her. From then on the men had to catch her first and wrestle her down, but then Donna would relax and enjoy the fucking.

A favorite memory comes from when I was in 3rd grade, late spring with my 10th birthday only a month or so away. Just like little girls, little boys experience a tingling orgasm, that delicious tingling sensation that begins down in your groin and spreads throughout your body. Unlike little girls, little boy orgasms are harder to achieve than for girls, I think perhaps because of the difficulty in sustaining the rubbing it takes on our short, little peckers. My sister and her friends had been enjoying spasmodic orgasms for years, and as delicious as tingling orgasms are, they are no comparison to an all-out spasmodic orgasm. I was envious as I could be of the 3 big girls.

The girls were in the 6th grade, 12 and 13 years old with budding breasts and stray hairs beginning to sprout on their pussies, becoming increasingly interested in boys their own age. Puberty was kicking in, and the girls had lost interest in little Jimmy. For me, their loss of interest in me had come so quickly I hadn't had time to adjust. My feelings were hurt when they shunned me.

One Saturday morning Donna came to the house on her bicycle. Patti had slept over with Joy the night before but Donna had not joined them for one reason or another. Before Donna arrived, my mother had gone off shopping with the other two, so Donna came in to wait for their return, flopping down on the couch to thumb through the latest teen magazine as she waited.

It was spring of their 6th grade year in school, pretty weather and everyone had spring fever. Donna wore the short shorts girls wore back then, and a shirt with the tails tied above the tummy the way girls liked. Of the girls Donna was always most attractive to me, and by the age of twelve, she had blossomed into a rare beauty, tall and lithe with her long legs and long, thick, almost auburn hair surrounding the face of a movie star, a young Maureen Sullivan, I thought.

As she sat on the couch in her short shorts and tied up shirt waist, sandals propped on the coffee table holding knees up for the magazine she thumbed through the pages, I began wanting her more and more. I sat beside her to stroke her thigh, and she laughed, pushing my hand away with a "No, no, no, Jimmy, none of that."

That irritated and hurt my feelings, her shunning me like that. We had grown up together, me and this prissy-ass girl who now thinks she's too good for me. It made me mad. I hopped up on my knees beside her, trying to push her down on her side, no mean feat for a 9-year old boy against a 12-year old girl who was probably a foot taller than me. Still, I was a boy, after all, fighting a girl, and I was able to hold my own against her.

Fortunately, she was in a good mood that morning, giggling and laughing as I fought to get on top of her while she squirmed and fought with her arms and legs. Her shorts had an elastic band around the top, and I was able to get my hands down inside her panties where I wrapped my fingers around her pussy mound and held on. She grabbed my arm, trying to jerk my hand away, saying, "Hey, I didn't say you could do that. Take your hand out. I'm getting mad now."

Now she was really fighting me, but I had an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling my body into hers and protecting my arm stuck down inside her panties as she kicked and beat on my shoulders and pushed with all her strength. She was really mad by this time, and fought like the devil. But I had a good grip around her waist and on her pussy and would not let go. Finally, she collapsed backward out of breath, so mad she was crying tears and saying, "I hate you, I hate you" over and over.

But her tears didn't move me because she was the one who had wronged me, and I was still hurt and angry over that. Inside her panties, her pussy was soaking wet from all the stimulation. That did it, and I began pulling her shorts off. She still fought back, but soon I had both the shorts and panties off and was looking down at her pussy, still smooth but now with a light tuft of hairs cropping up around the top of her slit. Kicking off my shorts and underwear, I forced my way between her gorgeous legs and got my cock inside her to begin humping away.

By now she had regained some of her breath and was again trying to get me off, pushing and kicking and rolling. By then we had rolled off the couch and were flopping around on the floor, her fighting with me riding her with my cock inside. That is when I felt my first real orgasm welling up inside of my crotch. I knew right away what it was and as she flopped, kicked and screamed, I began yelling excitedly, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

When Donna saw the expression on my face, she stopped fighting, watching my contorted face with a surprised look on her face as every muscle in my body strained taut and trembled. As the orgasm grabbed me, I screamed from ecstatic agony at the feel of dry cum rushing up the shaft to erupt through the head of my cock, followed by electric-like currents shooting through my shaking, straining body.

"Wow, you really are cumming, aren't you?" Donna said incredulously as she watched. This had never happened in my life, and the intensity of it was almost scary. No cum was coming out, of course, but it felt like it was. The first orgasmic contraction lasted and lasted and lasted before releasing me, only to be followed moments later by another which lasted and lasted before relaxing, followed moments later by another, and this kept up time after time after time. I thought I would die from painful pleasure.

When it finally did end, I collapsed on Donna, totally limp and drenched in sweat. She was quiet as I lay gasping for air, her hands gently stroking my sopping wet hair. When I was able to look up at her, she smiled down on me. "Wow! You looked like you were gonna explode, Jimmy!" she laughed. "That must have really felt great, huh?" Suddenly, she was tickled to death I had just raped her. When the girls got back, Donna herded them into my sister's bedroom, closing the door behind, to announce, "Jimmy came inside me! His first real orgasm. I mean, he really came!" I had never seen her prouder.


Donna continued to get more and more beautiful with each passing year ( a trait she still continues today in my eyes), and she continued to be known throughout our school years as a serious prude, never letting a boy get past first base with her. "Getting fresh," as the term was then, was a sure-fire way for a boy never to have another date with her. Today she is happily married to that same guy she got engaged to in college, with three children who are of course now married with children of their own.

As Patti got cuter and cuter with her developing body, she got wilder and wilder. Patti loved fucking, and I think somewhere around age 12 she made the decision that she didn't care what anyone thought; she would do what she enjoyed doing. She fucked everybody in town and anyone else who came along. By the time she was 13, in the 7th grade, mind you, her reputation was such that she could walk down the street, and I am telling something I personally witnessed, and a shopkeeper would step out to grab her arm, looking up and down the street to make sure no one was watching as he pulled her into his store and fucked her. A little 7th grader, mind you. To anyone who wanted her, she offered no resistance. A car would pull alongside and she would get in, simple as that, and sometimes the car was full of men. If she behaved today the way she did then, there is no telling how many STDs she would have.

Throughout it all, she continued to be as sweet and caring as ever, and we all loved her dearly. When she went away to college, all that stopped, all the promiscuity, and she ended up marrying a very nice fellow, became a good wife and mother to three great kids, and today she is still married to the same man. I think she sowed her wild oats when she was young, and that was that.

As for my sister, puberty was like a light switch that I could hardly believe. For my entire life, Joy was open to anyone who wanted her, and she wanted men to want her. "You can do anything you want with me, it's fun!" There is no telling how many men I heard her say that to, and when she started fucking, that was the most fun and exciting game of all. Men went crazy fucking her bald little pussy, and she loved that. The day she hit adolescence, though, her interest in men went away, just like that, and she became your prototypical boy-crazy teenaged girl. She had maybe a half dozen boyfriends through junior high and high school, and they are the only ones she allowed inside her panties. The Nelson men continued to fuck her whenever they wanted, but other than them it was just boys her age she had a romantic relationship with.

She completed college, had a nice career, married well, had two kids, and lived a quiet but active social life. Joy died 15 years ago, and at her funeral, Donna, Patti, and I spent an entire evening reliving the old times.

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