My sister Joy was a pretty little blond-haired, green-eyed girl, outgoing and precocious with a cute and ready laugh and an open, friendly disposition. She was easy to like and made friends quickly wherever she went. She was a fun girl, adventuresome, always ready to take a dare, but also a sweet, loving child who could cuddle up and melt a man's heart.

She could also be bossy as hell, that part I remember well. She was 4 years older than me and acted as if she owned me. I could either do what she told me to do, or get my ears boxed and then go do what she told me to do. Those were usually my two choices.

As with all kids, play sex was one of many games we played, one which generally only lasted until the men involved orgasmed, but because of the way we were raised play sex was by far our most important, most fun, and most exciting game. Regardless of what we were doing or where we were playing, whenever a man drove into our yard it was show-time, something we didn't mind at all if for no other reason than there were gifts and treats involved. Joy giggled when she got hot, that may be my earliest memory of her, the giggling. It was the only time she giggled, as I recall. Joy did giggle as all kids do, but she was not one of those silly giggly little flirts so many girls were back then. I think Joy always felt like she was a sexy girl, and she used her sexiness to seduce any man she wanted to play with her. The giggling came when he started rubbing her pussy, and it lasted right up until she fell over into orgasm. Who knows how accurate that memory of the giggling is, but it certainly is my memory of her.

I should also mention those orgasms because that's another memory of my sister. Even when she was 6 and 7 and having the little girl orgasms of tingling sensations, she worked at having the best ones she possibly could. When she was 8 and beginning to have what we call big girl orgasms, the spasmodic surges grown women feel, she wanted the best ones anybody ever had. I thought she sometimes faked how good they felt and asked her about that once, and she admitted it was true, that sometimes she did put on an act, but by doing so the orgasms really did grow bigger and stronger. Years later I would remember that advice when teaching little girls how to have strong orgasms, and Joy was right: it works.

In my earliest memories from when I was 3, 4, 5 years old, I idolized my sister, tagging along behind her and doing my best to emulate her. When a man drove up in our front yard, Joy would squeal with delight, laughing and running out to jump into his arms to hug and kiss him, and so that's just what I would do, following along as fast as I could. Whenever the man ignored me as he carried Joy into the house, I would chastise myself to run faster and be more brazen and demanding like she was.

Which brings up her brazenness. Joy had remarkable self-confidence for such a little girl, which I think likely stemmed from her experiences with the Nelson men early on in life. She knew what men wanted from her, and she worked at making herself appealing to them. And by that, I mean she literally worked at it. Fixing herself up all nice and pretty, we would go down to Main Street, a pretty little 6- or 7-year old with me tagging along behind as I always did, where she would prance and skip happily along, presenting the men we passed with her sexiest, seductive, smiling and open face, and when a man spoke or showed interest, she went right up to him, letting him know she was available, even holding her arms up in invitation for him to pick her up.

It was from watching my sister that I taught my niece Lexi a few years later how to seduce men. When Joy was up in a man's arms, she was excited. She felt like she had him, and in his arms she was brazen. All I had to do was listen for the giggling to begin, and I knew what was happening up in the man's arms. It wouldn't be long before the man was looking for a private spot, behind a building or bush, in his car, wherever so he could get his cock out of his pants. With Lexi, I sucked the cock while the man played with her. I don't know why I never figured that out with Joy.


Joy was jealous of the arrangement I had with our grocer, Felix. From my earliest memories, Felix would take me behind the counter to fondle and jack off whenever mom brought me with her to the store to do her shopping, but for whatever reason he was shy around little girls. Joy had gone to the store with mom plenty of times, and he had never taken her behind the counter.

So when I told her about going to the store by myself, that was enough for her and she took me back to the store, just the two of us. When the doorbell jingled announcing our arrival, Felix's face lit up as he saw me walking in. "Jimmy-boy!" he called with a big smile which calmed as he saw Joy walking in behind me. "Well, I see you brought da big sister wid you," he said, wiping his hands on his white grocer's apron as he came around the counter to scoop me up as I ran to him with arms raised for him to pick me up as always. "Hello, Joy, it's good to see you again," he said, settling me on his arm, clearly uncomfortable with the presence of 7-year old Joy accompanying me.

"I told Joy how much fun we have," I told him, my voice brimming with excitement as I bounced on his arm, "and she wants to play, too. Can she, Felix? Can she please?"

Felix was nonplussed as he looked at me and then down at Joy who stood doing her sweet little girl imitation, hands clasped behind her as she stood swinging back and forth, chin tucked with a shy, embarrassed smile on her pretty face. "What'cha mean?" he asked defensively, "she wants to play wid us?"

"I'll show you!" I said brightly, straightening my body to indicate I wanted down. Taking his hand, I pulled him closer to Joy who held up her arms for him to pick her up, and as he did she wrapped the bare legs under her play dress around his waist and hands around his neck, laughing playfully with the sparkling eyes of her innocent, inviting face looking at his.

Felix looked bewildered as he stood holding her, not knowing what to do. "She wants to play, too," I said helpfully, "don't you, Joy?"

"Uh-huh," Joy said, still laughing as she bounced in Felix's arms.

"Can she, Felix?" I begged. "It'll be fun, I promise. Joy's lots of fun."

"You want to play wid us?" Felix asked Joy, his mind still reeling and uncertain.

"Yeah!" Joy laughed.

"Lock the door and let's play, please, Felix?" I begged as I urged him toward the door. Almost without thinking, Felix reached to lock the door and turn the sign saying he was out. "Yay!" I laughed, pushing him toward the back of the store where the counters were.

"You want to play?" Felix asked Joy again, confusion still in his voice as he walked behind the counters which shielded us from view through the big store windows. "How old you now, Joy?" he asked.

"I'm 7," Joy answered in her excited, little girl voice. She vibrated with excitement as she gazed at him expectantly.

Felix was beginning to feel better now that he was safely hidden from view, and he looked Joy over as he held her. "You getting to be a big, pretty girl now, alright," he said, letting one of his hands which had been holding her back slide down, cupping her butt underneath the skirt. Joy laughed and giggled, squirming her hips appreciatively at the feel of his hand, looking at him with excited anticipation.

Becoming exasperated with how long it was taking, I blurted out, "You can be naughty with her, Felix. She doesn't care, do you, Joy?"

Joy laughed at that. "I don't care," she agreed. Her eyes danced as she watched Felix, anxious to see what he would do next.

Felix laughed, too, laying his hand on the bare thigh showing beneath the play dress. "You like to be a naughty girl?" he asked, letting his fingers feel over the thigh as his hand underneath let go of the skirt to clasp her butt cheeks through the panties.

"Yeah," Joy giggled, excitement mounting as Felix was beginning to work her over.

"What if old Felix touched here?" he asked, the back of his hand rubbing over her pussy mound.

"I don't care," Joy giggled, batting her pretty eyes flirtatiously. "You can do anything you want."

Felix was breathing hard as he lifted her skirt to look over her panties. His hands were shaking as he slipped a hand inside the waistband. Joy squealed with delight as she felt his fingers curling around her pussy mound, and Felix asked, "You like it when old Felix feels here?" squeezing his fingers up into the bare pussy inside.

"Yeah, I do," Joy giggled and laughed, her hips squirming with excitement.

I was getting more and more excited as I watched from below. Reaching underneath Felix's white apron, I wrapped my hand around Felix's cock inside his trousers, feeling it jumping as it swelled harder and harder. "Show us your thing, Felix," I begged as my fingers clutched the cock. "We want to see it, don't we, Joy?"

Felix was shaking, his chest heaving as his finger stroked inside Joy's wet slit. "You want to see it?" he asked.

"Yeah," Joy answered. "Can I? Show me, please, please?" she begged.

Felix laughed as he stood her on the floor before lifting the bottom of the apron to push under the tie string, high enough to clear the belt of his trousers.

Undoing the belt, we watched as he unbuttoned the trousers and pushed them down along with his underwear to his knees, both of us jumping and squealing with delight as the throbbing man-cock sprang into view.

"You kids like dis?" he laughed as his big hand tugged the cock a few times.

"Can I play with it?" Joy asked, dancing with excitement.

"Sure you can," he laughed, his hand circling her head to draw her closer. As Joy cupped his big, hairy balls in one hand while her tongue licked over the throbbing cock she held in her other hand, Felix muttered, "Oh my God," stumbling back against the counter shelf. When Joy sucked the head of the cock into her mouth to begin sucking, Felix, shaking and gasping, called out, "Oh my God!" again, grabbing Joy's head to fuck her mouth while her hand fondled and caressed his balls. As Felix leaned back crying out moans of pleasure, I crawled up on the shelf to begin selecting the candies we would be taking from him.

From then on, Joy returned often to pleasure Felix and take candy and soft drinks, later bringing friends with her to let Felix work them over as the other girls took what they wanted. A few years later, Joy would lay back for Felix to stick his big, old man-cock into her bald little pussy and fuck her as much as he wanted.


It was a warm summer day and we were in the front yard playing under the big oak trees, Joy with her dolls and me with my cap pistol or whatever. Joy had just finished 3rd grade and would turn 10 just as 4th grade began that fall, the same time I would be starting the 1st grade. That was on her mind that summer, her 10th birthday. That was when the Nelson men would begin fucking her, and Joy was concerned about that, the pain and how well she would perform. Joy always liked to be best at everything.

It took some time, but finally I noticed our rural postman was sitting in his car out by our mailbox watching us. "Hi, Mr. Griffey," I called to him with a wave, and Joy looked up from dressing her doll to say hello with a wave.

Mr. Griffey was the only postman I recall us ever having, a pudgy little guy in his middle 30s, I suppose, and still driving a pre-war black Ford coupe. We knew his two kids from Our Park. Every day, 6 days a week, he came by late morning on his mail route to stick our mail in the box on its pole out near the road. He would wave if he saw us, and sometimes took the time to chat a little, a friendly man who enjoyed joking around. Sometimes the talk got pretty sassy, like when he would see us playing half-naked in the water sprinklers, but nothing more than that.

"Who's that doll you've got there, Joy?" he asked. "Fancy dress she's got. Come over and let me have a look at her," something Joy was more than happy to do, popping up to run out and show off her doll and as usual I followed along.

"Wow, that's some dress," Mr. Griffey said, holding the doll through the window of his car with both hands as he looked the doll over. "Nice hairdo, too," he commented, "did you fix her hair?"

"Yeah," Joy said. "You can brush it and put it up in a ponytail and all kinds of stuff." Dolls with human like hair were a new thing back then.

"Wow," Mr. Griffey said, admiring the doll more. He lifted the skirt to peak underneath. "Hey, she's not wearing any panties," he laughed. "Where's her panties?"

Joy thought that was hilarious. "She doesn't have any," she laughed.

"She doesn't wear panties?" Mr. Griffey said back in mock surprise. "Doesn't anyone around here wear panties? I bet you aren't wearing panties, either, are you?"

"I am, too," Joy laughed. "See?" she said, dropping her shorts down to expose a fancy pair of bright blue nylon panties.

Her action almost took his breath away as his eyes froze on the panties. "Wow," he said, "those are some fancy panties you've got there, Joy."

And just like that, Joy knew she had him and the teasing began. "You like my panties?" Joy asked, dipping her chin to look up seductively as she slowly pulled the shorts back up as she moved closer to the car. Resting her hand on the window beside his arm, in her naughtiest voice she said, "You can feel my panties if you want to. They feel really good." Mr. Griffey laughed. "You better watch it, little girl," he said. "Somebody might take you up on that. What would you do then?"

"I don't care," Joy purred. "You can do anything you want to me. I don't care." Mr. Griffey tried to chuckle as he looked over her pretty face and down over her lithe little body. Joy had really long, pretty legs. "You better not say stuff like that," he said. "Somebody might take you up on it."

"I don't care," Joy said again, moving in even closer. "I mean it. You can do anything you want to me."

Mr. Griffey was swallowing hard now. "You better watch it," he said. "I might just carry you into the house." He knew we stayed home alone.

"You can if you want to," Joy said. "It would be fun. Want to?" she asked, laying her hand on his arm and batting her pretty, sexy eyes up at him.

Mr. Griffey was hot now, breathing hard as he looked Joy over. "You serious?" he asked. Joy giggled her giggle that she somehow managed to make sound like pure sex. "Uh-huh," she said. "Come on, I'll show you."

Mr. Griffey sat with both hands on the steering wheel, and then said, "Oh fuck," killing the car engine and opening the door. Joy held up his arms for him to pick her up.


Joy's arms and legs wrapped Mr. Griffey as I ran ahead to hold the screen door open for him. As Mr. Griffey settled down on the middle of the couch with Joy on top, I hopped up on my knees at the end of the couch to watch.

Joy was giggling, her knees planted on each side of Mr. Griffey's hips, his hands resting on her bare legs as he looked her over. "You sure about this?" he asked.

Joy laughed, lifting up as she bent toward him to wrap her arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, "You can do anything you want. I don't care." She stayed like that until she felt his tentative hands feeling over her legs and thighs. "Do I feel good?" she whispered.

"Oh God," Mr. Griffey moaned, moving his hands around to feel of her butt cheeks.

"Feel here," Joy whispered, reaching back to pull one of his hands around to push up into her crotch. "I like it when you feel there."

Mr. Griffey was shaking, gasping for air as his chest heaved. "Oh God," he moaned again, clutching his fingers up into Joy's pussy.

"I like it when you do that," Joy said, reaching a hand down to wrap around the man-cock throbbing inside his trousers. She giggled. "I make you really hot, huh, Mr. Griffey? Do you like me?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Mr. Griffey moaned, his shyness gone as his hand pushed down inside the front of Joy's shorts and panties.

"Oh, that feels good," Joy giggled, squirming her hips as she felt his finger inside her slit. She undid his trousers so she could reach into his pants. "I like how your thing feels," she giggled. "It's really hard." (I don't know why kids always call cocks "things," but they still do to this day. If it's soft, it's a penis, but as soon as it gets hard, it's a "thing.")

"Let's take our clothes off," Joy said, sitting up to strip off her top. "Want to?" she asked, standing to take off her shorts and panties. Shaking, trembling, moaning Mr. Griffey simply pushed his trousers and underwear down around his ankles before grabbing a laughing, giggling Joy back down on top of him where she leaned down to his ear to whisper, "You can stick your finger inside if you want."

"Oh God," Mr Griffey, his lust squelching his voice as his fingertip clawed inside Joy's slit to find her pussy hole, and a soft cry came from his throat as he pushed the finger inside.

"That feels s-o-o-o good," Joy purred, her hand tightly clutching the throbbing shaft, her hips moving with Mr. Griffey's thrusting finger. She moaned. "I love it," she cooed. I could see Joy was really, really hot, as hot as I had ever seen her as I moved up closer. I liked watching people's faces as they orgasm. It can be pretty funny. They were both too hot to notice me. By the way Joy was trembling I knew she was about to orgasm.

"Just a minute, just a minute!" Joy called out, freezing as she rose up. "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Mr. Griffey said, panic on his face as his hands held her trembling hips.

In a single movement, Joy spread her knees, coming forward as she fit the head of the cock to her hole, and drove herself downward with a scream as the head ripped the hymen and popped inside where she froze, catching her breath.

Mr. Griffey's eyes popped out of his head as he froze. "Are you okay?" I asked Joy.

She gathered a couple more short breaths before looking at me and smiling. "It's inside," she said.

"Are you okay?" I asked again. "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," she answered between short breaths. "It feels like it burns." She closed her eyes, moving her hips slightly. "It's okay," she said. "It doesn't hurt as much now."

"Are you okay, baby?" Mr. Griffey asked, finally recovering his wits.

"It's okay," Joy answered, managing a laugh. "Let's just stay like this a minute, okay?" Mr. Griffey's cock had begun to soften in the excitement. "Do you like how I feel inside?" Joy asked him. "Do I feel good?"

"It's really tight," he said, and then added, "Are you sure you're okay, baby?"

"Yeah," Joy answered. "It's my first time. I'm okay."

"Yeah, I can tell it's your first time," Mr. Griffey said. "I didn't know you were going to do that."

Joy giggled. "Me neither," she said. "But I wanted to see how it feels." For the first time she looked down between her arms. "Look," she said, "you can see it's inside me." She giggled. "You're doing it to me, Mr. Griffey," she said laughing.

"Yeah, I guess so," Mr. Griffey said, managing a small laugh. As they talked, his cock had begun to swell again.

"I want to see if I can get it all the way inside," Joy said, beginning to rock up and down on the cock. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Oh God, that feels really good," Mr. Griffey gasped in amazement as he watched his cock sink slowly inside the little bare pussy.

"It's easier to get in when it's really hard like that," Joy observed. "Look, it's more than halfway in."

Mr. Griffey was trembling and shaking again as he watched, softly moaning, Oh God, oh God." When the cock was three-fourths in, he suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around Joy to pull her tight as he shuddered and seized up. "I'm cumming," he groaned, shaking like a leaf.

Joy looked at me with a big grin. "He's cumming inside me. I can feel it."

"You can?" I asked, mystified. "How does it feel? What does it feel like?" I asked, just as hissing, popping, crackling sounds came out. "What's that?" I asked, hopping even closer to look down.

Joy laughed. "It's the cum," she said. "There's not enough room inside for all the cum so it's bubbling out!" she laughed.


Mr. Griffey lay back against the couch resting and regaining his breath as Joy and I talked, the cock still buried inside her. "I can't wait to tell Patti and Donna," she laughed, her two closest friends back then. "They're gonna be so jealous." She laughed just thinking about it. "I'm going to do it all the time," she laughed.

I was jealous, too. I watched Betty Jo's big brothers fucking their mother, stuff like that, and Joy and I had been watching men fucking our sister Fran for years, but that was different. She was older and bigger than us. This was my Joy with a man-cock stuck inside her. Up until now, we had both fucked men with our mouths. Now she could do it with her pussy, and it was easy to see men would like that better. I could barely get the head of a man-cock into my mouth, and there Joy was with Mr. Griffey's entire cock stuck up inside her. Suddenly she was a big girl, and it felt like she was leaving me behind.

"You're gonna do it again?" I asked, scrunching up my nose. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Yeah, but all the girls say it only hurts at first," she said. "Then it feels good." She laughed as she thought about it. "By the time of my birthday it's going to feel really good," she laughed.

As we talked, Mr. Griffey was coming alive again, his hands beginning to wander over Joy's body. She giggled. "It's getting hard again," she said. "I can feel it."

"Is that okay?" Mr. Griffey asked anxiously.

"Yeah," Joy laughed. "You can do it as much as you want to. It's fun." Joy orgasmed on her third fucking. Looking back, I'm surprised she didn't on her second. That's just the way she was.


Mr. Griffey and old Felix, our grocer, fucked Joy all summer, but she didn't tell the Nelson men. She wanted to surprise them on her birthday at how good she could fuck. She did.

Until she reached puberty, Joy pretty much let any man who wanted to fuck her. It was fun to her and it felt good. During that period not many days went by that she wasn't washing out her panties. But once she reached adolescence her interest in men fell off and she became worried about boys her age, her reputation, and so on. She followed all the rules of first base before second base, allowing the proper time before letting a boy cross home plate. It's a funny thing, a little hard to grasp how girls change. As a little girl fucking was by far the most fun, exciting game Joy played, but hitting the teenage years was like flipping a switch, wiping the slate clean. The Nelson men still fucked her whenever they wanted, but that was a separate world with nothing to do with who she was with friends and in school.

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