Now tell me everything, or I will shove you off, and you shan't have any fun with me. I had got her too tight, but to please her and add zest to my fucking, I told her what a love my mother was, and how we had enjoyed ourselves in her bed, adding, "No fear, I shall fuck every one in the house now, neither my mother or my aunt shall stop me now I have found out what a pleasure it is.
I must have my share, even if you make me a baby: shove into me! Fuck me hard! Spunk into your Patty. Say you will love me a little. My boiling hot sperm shot into her delighted cunt at that same moment, making her squirm with the excess of her emotion, but it never relaxed in stiffness and kept on poking away, and making her more and more excited till we both came again in a perfect flood of love juice, which was so profuse that my balls and thighs, as well as her notch and legs, were all drowned in the creamy, viscous fluid and we lay panting and exhausted.
There was no time for further fucking just then, so I rushed off to the bath-room to refresh myself. Aunt Gertie was my sole companion at the breakfast table, and she eyed me with a peculiar look as I hungrily put away a lot of devilled kidneys, as well as two raw eggs beat up and mixed in my coffee, to which she slyly added a little fine old Cognac, a speciality of my father as a pick-me-up after too much woman. Mamma took care to keep her away from you now she thinks she has opened your eyes.
I knew she would take advantage of our being away yesterday to take what she thinks was your maidenhead, but we know better, don't we, dear. Still you must give Auntie Gertie her due now and then, as I taught you first. Tell me how she seduced you, Percy. I went and caught her asleep, so I dressed up in her chemise and that blue open-work combination, slippers, stockings, and all: it did show everything off, and the size of my bursting prick made her eyes start, I can tell you.
Yet I pretended to not know anything, and acted the innocent so well she thinks she taught me everything. But talking of it makes me awfully stiff now; let me kiss your lovely cunt, and have a fuck on the chair. We can't go anywhere else; the servants won't come unless rung for.
My head was soon under shirts, and my tongue made that lascivious cunt of hers quiver and spend in profusion, as I sucked out every drop, then jumping up, as rampant as a goat, I pulled her across my lap as I sat on a chair; her hands taking hold of my terribly rigid instrument and holding it straight to the mark, as she slowly impaled herself on it; then, gluing her lips to mine, she almost sucked my breath away as she rode up and down on my champion.
We were both too hot for it to last long, her spendings gushed in response to my emission at the critical moment, and we revelled in a sea of delight, her cunt nipping me so tightly that I kept on tossing her up and down on it, and a long drawn out engagement made us both so excited that when we spent again the erotic fury gave me such strength that I fairly lifted her in my arms as I stood up and danced her on my prick, without any support from the chair, till I reeled back spent and exhausted, dragging her to the floor by my side.
How we laughed when we recovered a little, and resolved to have many more such fucks after breakfast when Mamma happened to lay late. Won't that be a lark, Gert? I had a nip of that wonderful liqueur, which must have been the same as Mary had mentioned when telling me of the scene between Capt.
Devereux and his sisters, for it fired my blood, and if my aunt had not vanished I should have been into her again, so powerful was the aphrodisiac effect. My prick was as rampant as ever, so I dashed away to my room, stripped quite naked and throwing a dressing-gown around me, hurried to Mamma's bed-room.
Entering very stealthily, I surprised her and Mary in the midst of a Tribadic scene each with her head buried between the other's thighs and busy sucking the love-juices as greedily as possible. The bottom nearest to me happened to belong to darling Mary, and the sudden fancy possessed me to put my eager prick into the lovely little brown hole which Mamma's finger was just then probing rapidly, to the girl's evident delight, judging by the way she swayed her buttocks about and pressed down her cunt reciprocating every touch of tongue, mouth, or busy fingers.
Dropping my dressing-gown. I was there in a moment. One hand pulled back my Mamma's fingers as the other presented the head of His Randiness to the wrinkled, brown bum hole of Miss Mary, which was fairly lubricated by the finger-frigging it had had, and got the head of my prick really lodged within the tight entrance before the girl was aware of what was happening.
Mamma realised the situation at once, as with a suppressed ejaculation of "Ah, rogue, push it all into her," she grasped poor Mary firmly round her waist, so she could not get away from me. How big it is. Ah, no, no, you shan't, Mr. Oh, Madame, pray don't let him do that to me," she almost screamed as she found out who it was and what I was at; but all her efforts to frustrate me were useless, as I held on tightly to her buttocks with both hands pulling her towards me, as my prick shoved his way gradually in, till I accomplished the ravishing of her second maidenhead.
The state of extreme lubricity in which I had surprised her made my conquest easier than it might otherwise have been, and now I was in she soon began to get still more excited, and Mamma had no further occasion to hold her so tightly, and busied herself by kissing and caressing my balls as they banged against the girl's bottom at every stroke.
The liqueur I had taken had the effect of making me desperately stiff, although it did not hasten the climax, which to our mutual enjoyment was some time in coming off, and words fail me to describe the erotic ardour of this bottom-fuck; I ground my teeth like any one in a rage every time I plunged into that burning back passage of hers, and she seemed beside herself with emotion, squealing and sobbing from excessive pleasure, till at last my spunk squirted right up to her vitals, and I knew she also experienced the very acme of bliss, although it seemed to have been one long continued spend with her and my mother.
After enjoying the compressions of that delicious arsehole for a few minutes I withdrew with difficulty. My priapism continued so violent, and prick was so enormously distended that when at last it came out there was a flop like the drawing of a very tight cork.
Mamma seized my member and sucked it clean in her mouth, but finding there was not the least relaxation of stiffness wished also to have it in her bottom. Mary could hardly yet believe that my now enormous tool had really been up her back entrance, so she wished to see the operation performed, and getting off Mamma, made her kneel up dog-fashion and taking her old friend in her hand, presented its head to my mother's bottom, as I mounted behind.
It was not a virgin like Mary's and was well stretched by previous insertions of her husband's and other pricks; still my priapism continued so strong on me, and my affair was so enlarged, it was no very easy matter to shove past her tight sphincter muscle, which gripped the head of my prick and made further progress hard to achieve.
The idea of fucking my own mother's bottom increased my ardour, I felt actually stronger than ever, and should have liked to get in balls and all; her buttocks were pushed out to facilitate my efforts, and getting past that muscular obstruction, my cock glided in to the roots of my sprouting hair; what a luscious feeling that was; Mary was handling my balls most lovingly, as she feared they might be lost inside, and I could feel her kissing my rump.
Fuck me well, Percy, my love! Make it last as long as possible. Frig my cunt, Mary—put in two fingers. Now go on, but not too fast at first—gentle strokes bring the greatest pleasure, till at length we go crescendo. Oh, you do it so nicely, my love, my own boy! Isn't he a darling, Mary?
He shall fuck you, my love, as often as he likes; only I must have my boy when I want him. Do I do it nicely? I got beside myself with the erotic intensity of pleasure, and soon began a rather furious pushing; each drive increased my ardour, making her wriggle and squirm her buttocks about so that had I not got a firm grasp with my hands I should have lost my position.
Mary's fingers frigged her rapidly as well, and she managed with her other hand to caress my testicles, and every now and then grasped the root of my prick, drawing back the skin of the foreskin, so that each plunge gave me the most intense delight, the head and shoulders of my prick being so well bared, I felt the contraction of her anus in the most exquisite degree.
My priapism was too violent for me to spend quickly, so this was a most delicious drawn out bottom-fuck, which seemed never ending to me, and I could feel dear Mary's fingers well up her cunt, as only the thin membrane was between them and my burning tool. Sometimes she withdrew her fingers, all dripping with my mother's copious emissions, and tried to insert them by the side of my prick in the maternal arse-hole, but only succeeded in getting one up alongside of Mr.
Pego; this was a lovely idea and tended even more to excite me. Shove your bottom out to meet every poke I give you, I shall come soon now! It's come! Don't you feel it shoot up you, dearest mother? Oh, oh, I'm done now! She drew my face to hers between her two hands—laughing, sobbing, and crying from the excess of her feelings. We had been nearly an hour over these two bouts of bottom-fucking, and now felt so done up we fell asleep in a confused heap of disorder, uncovered as we lay and our parts reeking with the overflow of so much spending.
It was long past mid-day when I opened my eyes again on the scene, Mary was gone, but darling Mamma was ardently examining my manly cock, feeling how stiff it was still, and gently frigging it with the softest possible up and down motion of her delicate hand, covering and uncovering the ruby-coloured head as her hand moved the skin. Within a couple of minutes a flood of sperm rewarded my efforts to please her, and she gasped in ecstasy: "What a boy you are!
There is such a magnetism in your touch, I came directly. In fact, the idea of possessing you, my lovely boy, makes me spend continuously. I even kept coming in the short sleep I have just had, and when I awoke your precious prick was still standing hard in my hand; you don't come often, and I am rather afraid of injuring you, my pet!
Lie still on your back and take it as easy as you can: I will do all the work. Saying which she rolled me over, then kneeling across me, took my inflamed prick, now as hard as ivory, and placing the head to her longing notch, slowly settled her body down upon it as it gradually slipped in, and seemed to fill and distend even her well-used cunt—used as it had been to take in the manly affairs of husband, brother, or others.
To think my boy is such a splendid fellow! What a fucker you will be! Sitting up again, she slowly raised her buttocks up and down, so as to let me feel each insertion, nipping me so tightly that the folds of her vagina turned back the foreskin each time she came down on me.
This fired me so I could not keep still, but grasping her round the hips, I bucked up to meet each downward motion, sending my delighted tool chock up to the entrance of her womb.
Now and again she settled down on me in the closest possible conjunction and treated my prick to the most enjoyable contractions on the very head of my bursting engine, till at length quite a sudden paroxysm made me eject right into her womb as she imparted to me a most singular quivering sensation, the sure indication to both of us of a real impregnation. I shall have twins, and if they are girls you shall fuck them as soon as they are old enough," she said with a laugh. Now we must get up for luncheon or Aunt Gert will be after us.
She always knew I would have you, and you may have her some day. I know I shall, now I think of nothing else. There's you, auntie, Mary, and Patty. I must have her too. May I Mamma? I know I shan't be able to help myself. So I must now keep you away from Mary, as your eyes are opened to the forbidden fruit. However inclined I might be for the incestuous embraces of my lovely mother, the door being locked on the other side, it could only be when she thought proper to admit me, as she intended to have due regard for my health, and not allow a boy of my age to run into excesses, which might ruin my constitution.
She could also now as she thought take care that neither of the others should rob her of very much of my puerile vigour, which was so precocious considering my age. For a day or two her precautions were quite needless, as when my violent priapism had subsided it left my energies in a very relaxed state, and I would seriously advise any of my readers who may think of resorting to Aphrodisiacal stimulants, to have nothing to do with them, but rather to trust to the impulses of their nature; when they really need a good fuck the cock-stand will be evident enough; forcing nature only tends to after enervation, and should only be resorted to on some special occasion when one really wishes to prove himself a champion in the arena of Love.
Then it may be excusable. But to return to my story: I did not at all relish the idea of Mamma's supervision, it was repugnant to my idea of personal liberty, and had the contrary effect, in making me restive under such restraint, and firmly resolved to do as I liked every chance I could get.
One morning I had a most pleasant dream. They were exquisitely dressed in the Watteau style, looking almost like Dresden figures, being so chic and delicate; then, seating themselves one on each side me on the grass, they proceeded to handle and play with my great big prick, allowing me at the same time to frig their two little cunts for them, till the juice spurted from my affair right up into their faces, and I could feel their sticky young spendings all over my busy fingers.
This dream made me reflect and think where such little dears could be found. I was quite innocent as regards knowing what an awful offence it would be to poke or take liberties with such little girls, so resolved to take a walk in search of adventures.
Our residence stood in large grounds of its own, surrounded by a delightful country stretching away in a long vista to the South Downs. Papa owned several farms in the neighbourhood, so we were generally respected and looked up to by the working class and their families, as Mamma disbursed a good deal in helping any who might be in trouble. I remembered one labourer's family, the husband a carter who never got home till late in the evening, as his work was rather at a distance; his wife, about thirty or a little more, was a fine, handsome, young woman with a ruddy, tanned face, but oh!
She was a fine woman of her class, and I had once heard Mamma say Peter, her husband, had to marry Phoebe that was her name very young as he had got her into trouble; she had three very pretty little girls—ten, eleven, and twelve years old—regular beauties, with the same dark brown eyes and arch looks as their mother, and they were well grown for their ages. This was my mark. I had often been with Mamma on a visit to their cottage when they had any little illness, and carried a basket of nice things for them.
I didn't know their family name, but Phoebe always kissed me and so did the girls when they were well. Now I had not been to the cottage for quite two years, and wondered if Phoebe would kiss me now. I would her if I got the chance. It was only about a mile to walk from our house down an unfrequented lane leading to nowhere but an old farm-house further on.
Twiggs, our housekeeper, lent me a small basket, so I went into the pantry and helped myself to a good sized cake, some eggs, and a bottle of port wine, as I said I had heard that Phoebe was rather delicate. I timed myself to get to the cottage soon after their mid-day meal, so as to have a long afternoon in case I found any sport. Phoebe was all smiles as she answered my rap at the cottage door. I'm all right, and the girls have gone to see their grand-mother at Becton and won't get home much before dark, so I'm alone; no-one ever comes so see me.
Thank you so much. Won't you come in and sit down for a rest? You might draw the cork and give me a glass of port, and a drop will do you good. The cork was soon drawn, and she drank to my health with her "Best respects to you, Master Percy. How you have grown, I shan't like to kiss you now.
I have often sat on your lap and kissed you when my mother was here, and I mean to again. They're harmless you know; now you're so big you must only kiss your young lady sweetheart, or Mamma, or your dear aunt, Miss Gertie. Now kiss me nicely. Her rich-colored face crimsoned, and I felt her splendid bosom heave with emotion as I fairly glued my lips to hers, and tried to push my tongue between her lips, and one hand tried to get inside her neck-kerchief.
What a flutter you have put me into: now get away do, Master Percy. You ought not to kiss me like that. But she only struggled faintly; my hand slipped inside her bosom and felt those still lovely firm orbs, as her heart palpitated and her lips gradually relaxed till my tongue fairly met hers tip to tip.
We're all alone, and it is so nice—you have made me feel wild. Separating her legs, as she lay back in the chair, I could see what a splendid white skin she had, and the lips of her cunt just peeping out from a profusion of almost black brown hair.
Not a word passed between us as I tried to get into her, but I could hear the heavy breathing and the almost audible palpitation of her heart. I was a little awkward, but her hand helped me to go straight: the head of my eager prick got in, and, she pushing herself forward, I progressed upwards within the folds of her vagina and found myself at full length in one of the hottest cunts I had yet felt.
I couldn't help myself, but it is so awfully wicked you know. She kept me like that for quite five minutes, the inner folds of that amorous cunt of hers pressing and nipping the head of my prick, her arms were tightly clasped round my back, so I could scarcely move, whilst her lips seemed as if they would eat mine, and her tongue was regularly fucking my mouth.
I can't stop it, dear. Ah, oh! There it is shooting up you. Can't you feel it? Will you come and see Phoebe as often as you can? Now fuck me well, you dear boy. Without losing my stiffness, I went on drawing right out to the head of my instrument and pushing it slowly in again, which soon drove her quite wild.
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