Then her eye catching my face—

“Oh! my darling Charlie, it is you! I have been dreaming of being far

away, and, I suppose, the fact of your dear weapon throbbing within me

made me think of former events. Well, the dream had its pleasures, if

only in a dream.”

“It was no dream, my dear Miss Frankland, or at least, only partially

so, as far as regarded your loved Henry—for that was the name you

applied to me, and most deliciously did you embrace me under the idea,

and die away in an excess of pleasure I quite envied; but you alarmed me

by really fainting afterwards. I am so pleased to have turned a mere

vision of the night into ecstatic reality, and I am not at all jealous

of your former lover, because had you not had any, you would, probably,

never have loved me. Oh, no! I should never be jealous of you my dear

mistress. I would even like to see you in all the ecstasies of passion,

in the arms of another, provided that I should share in your delights.”

She listened in an astonishment, acknowledged that she had imagined

herself in the arms of one she had greatly loved, and had thought the

whole affair was a dream, and was not conscious of its absolute reality

as to her being fucked.

“Well, I must have mine now, feel how it is bursting for relief.”

“Yes, yes, the dear fellow, push him away, my Charlie, and you will see,

I shall enjoy the real Charlie quite as much as the dreamt-of Henry—of

whom I shall some day speak to you. You are worthy of him and of me—and

I fear I shall love you as I do him, far too dearly.”

Then lending herself to the work we were at, she did, indeed, exert all

her lascivious power, and we enjoyed such a fuck as seldom falls to

mortals here below. We lay prostrate and panting with satisfied lust,

until prompted by the urgency of natural wants we were both obliged to

rise and relieve ourselves. My darling mistress then used her bidet and

told me to lave my parts in the basin, as it was not only cool and

refreshing, but also reinvigorating. After which as it was now broad

daylight, she allowed me to pose her, and turn her in every position,

that I might admire and handle every part of her superb form. Her bottom

was larger and harder than any I had yet seen, and, indeed, excepting

one, of which, dear reader you will presently hear something, it was

about the finest in form and size of any I ever met with. Of course,

this handling was not effected without producing erotic excitement in

both parties. Miss Frankland had occupied herself as much with me as I

had done with her, and her beautifully large clitoris was showing its

head in full stand out from among the vast mass of bushy curls

surrounding it. I proposed we should have a mutual suck on the floor,

with her bottom to the light, that I might have a full view of all her

glorious parts. She humoured my fancy, and pulling a couple of pillows

off the bed to prop up my head, she stepped across my body, and kneeling

down, took my prick in her mouth, and brought her splendid backside and

lascivious cunt down to my face. I first glued my lips to the open cunt,

thrust my chin in, and then my tongue, as far as I could reach, licking

the luscious moisture which our previous handlings had excited; it was

as sweet and delicious as cream. This stimulated her very much, and she

closed the sides of her cunt upon my tongue so closely as to give it a

good squeeze. I never saw a woman but her, who had such a wonderful

power in that way. My nose actually felt it was reciprocating the

pressures of the cunt, so I changed the venue, and slipped my tongue

into her bottom-hole, evidently to her excessive delight. But things

were approaching a crisis, and she cried to me to take her clitoris in

my mouth, and substitute fingers in both the other orifices. This I

quickly did, while she sucked and postillioned me, handling the root of

my prick, and my buttocks with the delicious gentle titillations in

which she had such skill, until, in an excess of joy, we both poured a

tribute of sperm into each other’s mouths, and both greedily swallowed

it. After this we got into bed again, to have one loving cuddle before

parting. Of course, it ended in raising such a storm of desire as a fuck

could only allay—she said—

“My loved Charlie, this must really be the last.”

I told her it had so excited me to see her splendid bum before my eyes

when we were on the floor that I should like to kneel behind and put it

in that way. I really meant into her cunt, but she thought I meant her

bottom-hole, and said—

“Well, you are a strange boy, what on earth made you think you could put

that great big thing of yours into my bottom-hole; but, to tell you the

truth, after being well fucked, I rather like it that way, so you shall

try, but you must be gentle in getting in.”

I said, “I did not know I could do it that way with my prick, I meant to

put it into your cunt from behind, but now, from what you say, I should

like to try what the other is like.”

You see, I was keeping up my apparent ignorance. She turned on her face,

and keeping her head on the pillow, drew up her knees to her belly and

exposed to the greatest advantage her glorious backside. I knelt behind,

but previous to beginning, I glued my lips to the delicious orifice, and

shoved my tongue in as far as I could, and deliriously excited her. Then

approaching my stiff-standing prick, and thrusting it into her cunt up

to the roots two or three times, so as thoroughly to lubricate it, I

withdrew and placed it before the smaller temple of lust; then, by a

gentle uniform pressure, I gradually and almost imperceptibly glided in

to the utmost extent. She pushed her bottom out, and, I could feel, was

straining as if to void something, which is the real method to

accelerate the entrance of a prick in that enchanting channel with the

least difficulty and pain. We then commenced a slow movement—she wanted

me to stoop forward and place my arm round her body, and frig her

clitoris, but I begged her to do it herself, and allow me the luxury of

looking on the delightful wriggling of her superb backside, and also the

sight of my own prick surging in and then withdrawing. She humoured me,

and we had a most exquisite fuck. Her bottom-hole had hardly so tight a

pressure as she could exercise with her cunt, but, nevertheless, it held

me in very firmly, and had a peculiar heat which was most exciting. We

both died off together, she so completely overcome with ecstatic delight

that her body sank flat on the bed, drawing me with her, without

unsheathing my weapon. We lay for a short period, she convulsively

shuddering from time to time with the intense degree of excitement this

delicious route had produced upon her. At last she begged me to rise and

relieve her. As we must now separate, I rose. She assisted me in my

ablutions, put on my nightshirt, conducted me to my bed, fondly kissed

and thanked me for the exquisite night of every species of delight I had

conferred upon her, promising a repetition the following night. She left

me and locked the door of communication, but previously unlocked mine,

in case I should oversleep myself.

Thus ended the first delightful night I ever passed with that most

charming and deliciously lascivious woman—the first of many scores that

followed, but in none of which were her raptures more intense, if as

much. She ever after dwelt on the night when she had been the happy

means of initiating me into all love’s mysteries, for she never knew of

my previous experiences, and always plumed and prided herself on being

my first instructress.

The next day I was somewhat somnolent, of which you may be sure Miss

Frankland took no notice. She retired to her own room when we went for

our recreation. My sisters scolded me for not coming to them the

previous night, but I told them that Miss F. had continued to move about

her room for so long a time that I had fallen fast asleep, and even then

had not had enough, as they might have observed how sleepy I had been

all day. However, to satisfy them, I gamahuched them both, and fucked

them both while each was giving the other a second gamahuche, so that

then each spent three times to my twice. I thus kept in my forces for

the renewed delights I anticipated at night. I went to bed early and

slept soundly at once, having no anxiety about keeping awake, feeling

certain that Miss F. would awaken me as soon as she was ready to take me

to her arms. She came, and we passed another most delicious night of

every salacious and libidinous enjoyment. A third night followed, which

differed only in the lascivious proposition of Miss Frankland to

deflower my bottom-hole with her wonderfully prominent and elongated

clitoris, little dreaming that there, too, she had been anticipated by

our loved and charming friend MacCallum. She had, however, all the

imaginary pleasure of first possession. As you may well suppose, I did

not attempt in any way to enlighten her ignorance thereon. We had

gamahuched each other, I had fucked her twice in the cunt and once in

her bottom-hole, when the fancy seized her to bugger me with her

clitoris. Of course, I made no objection; on the contrary, sucking it up

to a proper stiffness, I placed myself on my hands and knees in the most

favourable position to satisfy her erotic fancy. She first slipped her

tongue into my bottom-hole, then spit upon her clitoris, and then

anointed my aperture with the delicious slime of her well-fucked cunt,

and then with the utmost ease pushed the dear thing up to its utmost

limits. I humoured her in every way, wriggling my bottom sideways, which

she declared was a vast improvement on her back and forward movements.

She passed her arm round my belly, and with that exquisitely delightful

touch on my prick for which she was so distinguished, she excited me to

the utmost, making my _sphincter ani_ respond to the throbbings of my

exquisitely delighted prick, and equally exciting her lascivious

passions with the idea of first possession of that narrow abode of

voluptuousness. She could feel by the electric excitement of my prick

how near I was to spending, and quickening the action of hand and

clitoris, we both died away together in all the raptures that such an

extra exciting conjunction could produce.

Several nights thus passed in the indulgence of every form of the most

lascivious enjoyment. We used to amuse our moments of relaxation in

trying who could suggest any new position or varied manner of effecting

the delicious junction of our bodies. On one occasion, recurring to the

state of excitement her flogging had thrown me into, I asked her, as if

I did not know the fact very well already, if the application of the rod

on the bottom of a woman, or the mere act of being flogged, at all

excited her sex. She told me both acted with great force on her erotic

nerves. She thought, from experience, that being whipped caused the

greatest excitement and produced the greatest longing to be fucked.

“Then,” said I, “do you think it had erotically excited my sisters?”

“Certainly, especially your sister Eliza. I do not know whether you

noticed her sudden impulse to embrace and kiss me after her return to

schoolwork the day I flogged her; that was a stray erotic impulse, and

had we been alone, I could not have avoided responding to it in a way

that would have delighted her, and initiated her into some of the

delicious mysteries of venery. Nay, I think, but for my happy discovery

of your great and delightful merits, I should have sought for and found

an opportunity of being alone with that dear girl, for you must know we

can lasciviously embrace our own sex with immense mutual pleasure, and

although not equal to that which this noble fellow”—(taking hold of my

prick)—“inspires, is not without its merit, and even as a little variety

from time to time is very enticing.”

“Then, I suppose, you still have some hankerings after the virgin charms

of dear Lizzie?”

“I have, and what is more, I believe both Mary’s and her passions have

already developed themselves. I have sometimes fancied I heard

suppressed sighs and gentle movements going on in their beds, and I

shrewdly suspect they were practising masturbation on each other. I did

not interfere, and after what has passed between you and me, I will tell

you that I had a little plan in my head to let them proceed to such

lengths that when I chose to make the discovery they would be at my

mercy. I then could initiate them in every lascivious and voluptuous

delight that woman can have with woman. The happy discovery of your

excellences, and the perfect facility my change of room has given for

meeting without the slightest chance of discovery, has for the present

driven that idea out of my head. I am, however, indebted to it for the

change of room, as I asked for it solely to leave the two girls the

utmost liberty to indulge in their voluptuous mutual enjoyments, certain

that it would increase and give them every desire for the further

instruction I could impart to them.”

“I suppose you would have fucked them with this dear stiff little

thing?” said I.

“Oh, yes, you darling, but you have so excited me talking about it, that

you must fuck me directly.”

We indulged in a most exciting fuck, and when recovered from the

confusion of ideas the delightful crisis always produces, we resumed our

conversation on the interesting subject of my sisters. I observed that

she had not lately flogged them again.

“All your fault; I am now so satisfied with you that I no longer seek

for relief to pent-up desires in that way.”

“Tell me, dear Miss Frankland, did flogging my sisters excite you much?”

“It did, even to spending; but the fear of proceeding further with them

at that time rendered me ferocious. The very severity I used was as it

were in revenge for stopping short of other salacious embraces, but if

once I had gone so far as to make them partakers of my lubricity, I

should never have flogged them again so severely, but only to such a

gentle extent as would raise their passions to an uncomfortable pitch,

rendering them slaves to my burning lust. Even now I have, from time to

time, a desire to do so, especially with dear Eliza, as I think she had

far more of venereal lust in her nature than Mary. You would not object,

dear Charlie?”

“Not in the least, if you will only give me the voluptuous satisfaction

of hearing all the details from your lips afterwards; it would stimulate

us both to additional raptures, and spur our desires to renewed

combats.”

“I don’t think it wants much to do that; your glorious prick is as hard

as iron.”

“It was the lascivious idea of your enjoying Lizzie that made it get up,

but I must fuck you again or it will burst.”

“I, too, my dear boy, am inflamed at the idea; put it in behind this

time; I have a great letch in that way at this moment.”

I did as I was directed, and so great was the agony of delight when we

died away that she sank on the bed dragging me after her, and we lay

almost insensible, soaking in bliss for quite half an hour. We did not

again renew our conversation that night, but I determined to push her

forward to carry out her idea, and also to give Lizzie a hint to second

her wishes in every way, without giving her any idea of what had passed

between Lizzie and me, and being equally reserved as to my nightly

connection with Miss Frankland.

The following night we passed again in all the amatory delights we could

imagine. After our deep midnight sleep, which always took place locked

in each other’s arms, and poor cockey held firm as if in a vice, I awoke

her first, and found my prick stiff-standing in her cunt, which was

involuntarily pressing it in the delicious interior folds. I began

moving gently, until she was so excited as to quite wake up, when she

joined me in all the raptures of a delicious and voluptuous fresh

morning fuck. We then rose to satisfy natural wants, and cool our

excited nerves by a copious ablution. As we were returning to bed, I

observed that Miss Frankland took something out of her wardrobe wrapped

up in a handkerchief, and placed it under her pillow with a certain air

of mystery. I said nothing. After purifying ourselves we always indulged

in a voluptuous gamahuche; after which Miss Frankland generally asked,

as a favour, that I should finish off _in culo_. I loved her delicious

bottom-hole too dearly ever to refuse. She placed herself as usual on

her knees, thighs well drawn up, and head down, so as to make the most

of her glorious backside. After I had followed the usual preamble of

thrusting in and out of her luscious and juicy cunt so as to lubricate

my prick well, I then introduced it, always with the slow and gradual

pressure, until it was sheathed to the hilt, when we generally paused

some minutes to reciprocate mutual throbs and pressures. In this

lascivious pause I saw her hand steal under the pillow, and draw out the

handkerchief and put it under her belly. I shortly found a considerable

substance entering her cunt, and making my quarters still more tight and

narrow. I began to move, and found the substance in the other entrance

keeping time to my movements. I had a tight hold of her projecting

clitoris, which I had frigged up to a stiff-standing point. I slipped my

hand down and found she was dildoing herself with what proved to be a

very handsome dildo, in not very formidable proportions.

“That’s right, my darling,” I cried, “why did you not do it openly, you

ought to know that my greatest wish is for you to enjoy these salacious

meetings in every possible voluptuous manner; frig on then, my beloved,

and be sure that if it adds to your delight it adds to mine.”

“Thank you, my darling Charlie, shove away, I am in the seventh heaven

of delight in having as good as two pricks working in me at once.”

She would have explained more, but her words were cut short by the

ecstasies the double fuck produced, and she spent copiously before me,

on finding which I held back, and was rewarded by making her spend

eventually with the utmost excess of delight twice to my once. By this

time it was broad daylight, and too late in the morning to enter into

any conversation on the new partner in our amatory combats, which was

reserved for the next meeting.

This did not occur so soon as we expected, for that day Miss Frankland’s

flowers declared themselves. It was a fortunate thing for me that she

had them at the period of the new moon, and as Mary had them at the

full, it enabled me to dedicate a night or two to my beloved sisters,

who considered I had been neglecting them of late. I said I had not felt

very well, and that I began to think that our excessive fucking was

becoming too much for me; that they must remember I was one to two, and

I felt if I continued to overexert myself I should break down and fail

altogether.

“That would never do, dear Charlie, and it is very true you do twice our

work and more, because we don’t pour down such a torrent as you do when

we spend; you must take care of yourself, we will not be so exacting in

future, but cool ourselves first by a mutual gamahuche between Lizzie

and me.”

I thus arranged a certain amount of cessation of fucking in that quarter

that I might dedicate the more to the far more exciting powers of the

delicious and salacious Miss Frankland.

I had always remained in my own bed until I heard her heavy breathing,

denoting that she slept, before I dared to leave my own room to go to my

sisters. The desire of racking me off, as dear charming Mrs. Benson used

to call it, might have seized her, and my absence would have discovered

all.

However, she had, no doubt, considered that it would be all to her

advantage that I should be left perfectly quiet to recruit my system,

after the heavy drain on my amatory resources which she had kept up for

the previous fortnight. She never sought in any way to excite me until a

day and a night after the cessation of her menses. She told me it was

much better to have done with it entirely at once, rather than by erotic

excitement keep up the discharge for a week or more.

“And it is not, my dear Charlie, from any want of randy lust on my part,

for, especially at first, there is an extreme desire to be well laboured

by the biggest prick one could find in existence; the natural irritation

of the parts seem to be increased by the way in which the sensual system

is affected in that quarter. Former experience has taught me that it is

much better to bear this, than by seeking for erotic excitement to keep

up the natural discharge for twice as long as it would otherwise endure.

Besides which, there would have been a danger of affecting your dear

health. Sometimes conjunctions, at such a period, produce a urethral

irritation very prejudicial to a man, and such as might deprive me of

the delight of your embraces for some weeks. So you see, my own beloved

boy, that in every way it is prudent to avoid any amorous excitement at

such a period, however hard nature may press for venereal relief. Some

women hazard all this, and for a momentary gratification, run risks

perfectly unwarrantable, not only for themselves, but above all for

their lovers. I, too, my darling, have had my day of imprudence, and

knowing the result, I should be both cruel and stupidly insensate to let

you run the risk of what already occurred.”

As she recounted those sage counsels, I could not but remember my loved

Mrs. Benson, whose advice had been of such service to me, and here was

another loved mistress instructing me in further matters connected with

the sex. It certainly was a stroke of great good fortune for me to have

met at so early an age two such admirable women, not only most amorous

and lascivious, but instructing me in the real knowledge of their sex,

and the world, at the very time that they were indulging my every

lascivious desire, as well as their own. Mistresses of their art, no

mystery in love’s catalogue of excitements, and of means of gratifying

the same, was unknown to them. But they knew, too, how to inculcate

wisdom for future conduct. I owe every amatory success of my after-life

to the admirable teachings of these two charming and estimable women.

The next night, after we had sacrificed sufficiently often to Venus to

enable us more calmly to resume the delightful discussion on the various

ways of pampering and exciting the passions, I turned the conversation

on flogging; for to take you, dear reader, into my confidence, I was

seized with an uncontrollable letch to flog the superb bottom of my

loved mistress. I had often seen it palpitating under the vigorous

attacks of my stiff-standing pego, while belabouring either of the

delicious entrances to the temples of lust. I had often given her

glorious bottom good sound slaps of the hand, but I longed to apply to

it in earnest a good birch rod, see it flush to a raw meat hue, and then

to shove my prick with the utmost force into either or both of the

delicious orifices. I thought the best way of arriving at this desired

object was to recur to her own description of a less severe flogging

exciting the passions with pain; and as she had also admitted that it

excited her equally to be flogger or flogee, I proposed that she should

exercise a gentle discipline on my bottom, to try its efficacy. She

jumped at the idea, but there was no rod in her room, perforce the

ceremony was put off until the next night. On that occasion, she advised

me first to indulge in every excess of lubricity, and when nature should

begin to flag, then the real efficacy of the rod would be experienced.

She aided me with the utmost skill in every act of most voluptuous and

luxurious venery, and we mutually poured down six tributes to our

blessed Mother Venus, with very little cessation, for we both wished to

feel somewhat exhausted, before trying the effects of the birching

system. We lay quiet for a short time, and then dear Miss Frankland

began exciting me, but only in an ordinary way. My prick had already

been too well satiated with the previous encounters to respond at once

to the calls made on it.

“Ah,” said she, in her sweetest way, “I see we want the rod here.

Prepare yourself, sir, and take care to make no resistance, or it will

be the worse for your bottom.”

Following her cue, I began to implore pity, to promise I would behave

better in short time, etc., etc. But she was inexorable, and ordered me

to lie across her knees. Then, taking me round the waist, she gave a

smart cut or two, really sharp, that made me for the moment wince.

“Take care, sir, you are resisting, and you know your punishment will be

severe, if you so continue.”

“Forgive me, mistress dear, and I will never do so again.”

“We shall see.”

Cut three, sharp, though not so severe. I did not flinch. “Ah! that is

something like a good boy, now we shall have no difficulty.”

She began a series of less and less severe blows, until it ended in a

gentle irritable titillation which very shortly began to show its

effects by the stiffness of my pego—fiercely shoving against the naked

thigh of my loved castigator, who, passing a hand round my body, laid

hold of it, delighted to find how efficacious her proceedings had been.

Pretending to be quite exhausted, she sank back on the bed, and said she

could do no more. I sprang upon her, and we had two more _coups_ without

withdrawing, with the greatest excess of voluptuousness. It was now my

turn, and as she let me slip out of her delicious cunt, I took that up

as a cause of dissatisfaction.

“What! you naughty girl,” I cried, “is that the way you treat your

master, bundling him out of his room in that manner; here, give me the

rod, I must make your bottom pay for your ill conduct—here, kneel on

this footstool, and lay your body over my thighs, no resistance, or it

will be the worse for you.”

“Oh! pray, sir, do forgive me this time,” and she knelt at my side, and

pretended to cry. I forced her down, and she presented her glorious

backside, in all its splendour of rotundity and size, before my

delighted gaze. I seized her round the waist, and first gloated my sight

with all the full and lascivious charms, not only displayed, but in my

power, and I armed with a splendid rod. I gave her two or three sharp

cuts, which made her beauteous buttocks wriggle, but called forth no

remonstrances; but as I continued, in all the rage of lust the exercise

excited, to flog away most severely, she begged me to be somewhat more

gentle. But I flogged on with increased vigour, until she began to

writhe under the severity of the punishment I was inflicting. She

struggled fiercely, at last, to be free, but she was completely in my

power, and I did not spare her until I saw that, changing from severe

pain, her feelings were turning to a storm of lechery and lust. She

became frantic with excitement, and screamed out—

“Cease, darling Charlie, and fuck me directly. I am dying for it.”

I threw down the rod, jumped on the bed, and drew up her loins, so that

she was placed in a kneeling position; she herself seized my bursting

prick, and carried it to the lips of her cunt, where he instantly

engulphed himself to the hilt. Her movements became lascivious beyond

expression, and were urged with a vigour, which brought down in a very

short time a torrent of sperm from both of us. We were too much excited

to stop short, and almost without a pause, a second course was run still

more voluptuously. She was not even then satisfied, but making me lie on

my back, she reversed herself upon me, and we commenced a mutual

gamahuche. I succeeded in making her spend again, and she was able to

bring my pego up to a standing point.

“Now, Charlie, dear, we must finish off behind.”

So getting again on her hands and knees, she guided my willing prick to

the narrower abode of felicity. After first steeping it for a moment in

the moisture of her foaming and reeking cunt, I thrust it into her

bottom-hole. I seized hold of her clitoris, she had her dildo all ready,

and working it herself with one hand, we ran a last course of most

lustful and lecherous enjoyment, which ended in such killing raptures

that we both sank all but insensible on the bed. Exhausted as we were by

the wild excesses we had indulged in, we fell, without moving or

regaining our senses, into a deep and profound slumber, until almost too

late in the morning, so that I had to regain my room the moment we

awoke, without attempting any further amorous toyings. Thus ended my

first experiences as a flogger. The sensation was so new, and the

temptation to lay on with a vengeance was so great, that I had gone

beyond all reasonable bounds in inflicting such a severe punishment on

the glorious bum of my beloved Miss Frankland. I must, however, do her

the justice to say that she comprehended and excused the feelings under

which I acted, only begging me, on any future occasion not to let them

carry me away so far as they had done on this. We several times renewed

this bum flogging, but with more moderate inflictions—sufficient to

highly excite without actually punishing the patient, whichever of us it

might be.

We often after this made flogging the theme of our discussions, and I

gradually led on to the idea she had expressed of Lizzie’s evidently

amorous disposition. She still affirmed that such was her conviction. I

then suggested that it would be worth her while to try and gratify it,

as well for Lizzie’s sake as for the satisfaction of her own letch in

that way.

“I suppose you could easily find a pretext if you desired to do so?”

“Yes, easily enough, the idea excites me, and I shall indulge it.”

I do not remember what the pretext was, but Lizzie was kept in next

afternoon at four o’clock—Mary and I proceeded to the summer house. I

knew we should not be interrupted by Lizzie, and that I need not hold in

for her satisfaction. So I gave Mary all the benefit of our being alone,

and we had four most exquisite and refined indulgencies in every

attitude admitted of by the legitimate entrance to love’s temple. For,

as yet, I had never been able to gain an entrance to the narrower

orifice, which was too small for my formidable weapon to penetrate. It

is odd how easily Lizzie accommodated me in her delicious bottom-hole,

while Mary, older and more womanly in form, was as yet unable to make

room for me in that strait path of bliss. When night came I was all

curiosity to know how my dear mistress had carried on matters with

Lizzie. She told me that Lizzie had been somewhat nervous at first, but

she had spoken kindly to her, told her how her amiable and loving

conduct after her first whipping had won her affection; that she did not

mean to be so severe as on the former occasion, but that discipline must

be kept up.

“So come, my dear girl, drop off your frock, as I shall mine, that the

bundle of clothes may be out of the way, as well as to avoid their being

creased.”

Seeing that Lizzie still trembled a little after she had dropped her

gown, she took her in her arms, and kissing her lovingly, desired her

not to be afraid—she would not punish her much.

“Lift up all your things, my dear, and let me see if any marks of the

former punishment remain.”

Lizzie had a very prominent and very promising bottom. Miss Frankland

felt it all over, and admired loudly its form and firmness, declaring it

was quite beautiful to look at, and how womanly it was growing.

“Turn round, and let me see if you are as womanly in front. Upon my

word, a well-formed mount with a charming mossy covering.”

Her hand wandering over her form excited Lizzie, whose face flushed and

eyes glistened with rising desires. Miss Frankland herself became moved,

but proceeded at once to lay her across her lap, and began with gentle

switches, just sufficiently sharp to attract the blood in that

direction, which, of course, acted with double force on all the already

excited erotic organs, and Lizzie began to wriggle her bum in all the

lasciviousness of lust under the excited gaze of Miss Frankland, who,

seeing how matters were going on in her favour, increased the force of

her blows, but only sufficiently to still more lecherously excite her

patient—until, driven to an excess of lust, she cried out—

“Oh, my loved Miss Frankland, I am dying with pleasure, do embrace and

caress me.”

Miss Frankland lifted her up, and drew her to her bosom and lips, and,

while sucking her tongue, slipped her hand down and found Lizzie’s quim

wet with her flowing spunk, and her little clitoris stiff with the

erotic passion that was consuming her. She frigged her until she spent

again, while their tongues were in each other’s mouth. As Lizzie spent,

Miss F, shoved a finger up her cunt, which, of course, met with no

resistance, but as Lizzie possessed in perfection the art of nipping,

she was sufficiently tight to leave a doubt of anything but

finger-fucking.

“Ah, you little puss, you have been playing with this before now, tell

me the truth?”

“I will tell you everything, if you will only play with me again. Ever

since you flogged Mary and myself, we have both been so often burning

down there, and have found out that feeling it, and pushing fingers in,

was so nice, although at first we often hurt ourselves. But you do it so

much better than Mary—oh, do, do it again, dear Miss Frankland!”

“I shall do it much better, my darling, with what I have got down

there—look here!”

And, lifting up her petticoat and chemise, she exposed, to the absolute

astonishment of Lizzie, her extraordinary mass of hair, and her fiery

red clitoris glowing and sticking out of its black mass of curls.

“How beautiful!” cried Lizzie. “I declare, you have got a doodle, for

which I have been so longing; I must kiss it.”

Stooping down, she took it in her mouth, and sucked it.

“Stop, dear Lizzie, we shall both enjoy it.”

Taking the cushion from the chair, she lay down on her back on the

floor, telling Lizzie to turn her face the other way, and to kneel down

across her body, so that both their mouths could adapt themselves to

each other’s quim.

Lizzie told me afterwards that she took care to show no previous

knowledge, but to let Miss Frankland apparently initiate her into all

the ceremonies of gamahuching.

Miss Frankland glued her lips to dear Lizzie’s charming quim, while

Lizzie took her extraordinary clitoris into her mouth. After a few

ardent caresses Miss Frankland pushed a finger up Lizzie’s bottom-hole,

then paused an instant to tell Lizzie not only to follow her example in

that respect, but to use her other hand in her quim while sucking her

clitoris. Then, both adapting themselves as prescribed, they gamahuched

on, until both could no longer move from the excessive raptures produced

by their profuse discharge. After this first bout Lizzie became curious

to see all the wonderful hair-covered organ and limbs of Miss Frankland,

who gratified her to the utmost extent of her wishes. Nor did she leave

this inspection entirely to Lizzie, but reciprocated it. Undoing her

dress above, she uncovered the charming budding beauties of Lizzie’s

bubbies, and began sucking the nipples. Their mutual caresses and

handlings very quickly refired these hot and lecherous women. After a

little renewed gamahuching, until both were wild with excitement, Miss

Frankland proposed to put her clitoris into Lizzie’s quim; told her to

kneel down, and kneeling behind her, she sheathed it with ease in the

hot and juicy folds of Lizzie’s beautiful cunt. Passing her hand under

Lizzie’s belly, she frigged her clitoris until again nature gave down

her delicious tribute, and they sank in all the voluptuous languor that

follows. A third time they renewed their salacious and lascivious

raptures, then resumed their dresses so as to be ready to receive us.

Miss Frankland begged Lizzie to keep her counsel and not reveal, even to

Mary, what had passed. But Lizzie urged Miss F. to admit Mary into the

new mysteries she had just herself been taught, and said she could

assure her that Mary had a far more beautiful body than hers, and would

like it quite as well as she did.

“Well, my dear, I shall think of it, and find an occasion to flog her,

as I have done you.”

“Oh, that will be jolly!” cried Lizzie. “She will like it just as much

as I do; it is so nice, you must flog me every day, dear Miss Frankland.

I loved you from the first, I adore you now.”

They embraced most lovingly, but our return put an end for the present

to any further conversation.

These details were accompanied and interrupted by two or three delicious

and most voluptuous fucks, without once withdrawing my burning prick

from her equally heated and throbbing cunt—for her description of these

proceedings was most exciting. When she had finished, I withdrew, that

we might gamahuche each other, and lick up all the delicious spunk in

which her juicy cunt abounded. We then renewed our combats, sacrificing

to holy Mother Venus in both orifices. Then we slept as only

easy-conscienced people like ourselves could sleep; and, like giants

refreshed by slumber, renewed our devotions on every altar before

separating in the morning.

Two days later Mary was initiated by Miss Frankland in a like manner to

Lizzie, while Lizzie and I made the most of our time in the summer

house. Excited by her naive description of her scene with Miss

Frankland, we indulged in every salacious device that we could cram into

the hour’s absence, which, by the way, we lengthened out by more than a

quarter of an hour, for which Miss Frankland thanked me at night. Her

scene with Mary had been one of even greater lubricity, in consequence

of Mary at once lending herself to everything, and acknowledging that

she knew from Lizzie what she had to expect. Besides, Mary’s more

developed form and something about her greatly excited Miss F., and she

was quite amorous upon her. She had done so much in the way of spending,

that after I had gamahuched and fucked her two entrances three times,

she required the stimulus of the rod to bring her up to the highest

point of lascivious lubricity. And, to tell the truth, I afterwards

required and received it myself. Thus our voluptuous passions acted one

on the other, and we passed an exhausting night in every excess and

refinement of venery, in which Miss Frankland’s dildoes, for she had

two, of different sizes, played no small part in both our persons.

Now that the ice was broken, I easily persuaded Miss F. to have

occasionally first one and then the other of my sisters to sleep with

her, alleging that an occasional early night’s rest would recruit my

powers, and that when she dismissed her bedfellow in the morning, I

could finish her off in force; she could thus initiate them in mutual

floggings, and in the use of dildo. Of course, I need not say that my

ultimate object was to succeed in our making it a general orgie. In this

indeed it ended, but not exactly as I had intended. That mattered not,

as long as the desired object was attained. I had the delightful

opportunity, too, of watching through my peephole many of the delicious

scenes of lubricity enacted, and when driven to the fiercest excess of

passion, I used to withdraw, steal up to the unoccupied sister, and vent

my raging lust in every indulgence with her.

This had been carried on for about a fortnight, one or other of the

girls sleeping every other night with Miss Frankland. Lizzie, it

appeared, had often professed to long to see a real cock, and had

managed to worm out of Miss F. that she had enjoyment of mine. The

little hussey importuned Miss F. to let her see me fucking her, saying

that she could easily hide behind the curtains, and I would never know.

Miss F., whose passions were at the utmost tension of desire, consented,

and placing Lizzie where she could see without being seen, opened my

door, but found an empty bed. She at first suspected that I had gone to

one of the female servants, but thought she would make sure and see if

Mary was not the object. So she stole softly upstairs, and found us in

the act of enjoying a double gamahuche, which as it was early morning

light, she could see without difficulty. She had the kindness to let us

enjoy it to the end, and then dragging me off, said—

“Oh! Charles! this is dreadful! Why could you not be content with

me?—have I ever refused you? Do you know this would be the ruin of all

of us if ever it should become known? You are too young to know the

dreadful consequences of discovery.”

Here she burst out in a torrent of tears—it was evident from real fear

of the sad results that might ensue, and not from any feeling of

jealousy. I threw myself into her arms, and as she had herself

acknowledged our intimacy, I had less difficulty in alluding to it. I

caressed and fondled her, and told her there was no fear of

discovery—less now than ever—as we would be all interested alike in

keeping our secret; she would cover my intimacy with my sisters, and

they would cover my intimacy with her. All at once she said—

“How long has this been going on?—tell me truly.”

I had long prepared myself for such a question, and at once replied that

after the description of the libidinous scenes that had taken place

between her and them, and her exquisite account of their young charms, I

got so lecherous upon them that I had sought Mary out while she was

engaged with Lizzie, and Lizzie when Mary was with her; they were both

too much delighted to refuse me anything, and we had now enjoyed each

other about a dozen times. I had previously told my sisters to support

any story I might recount to Miss F. Lizzie had stolen up after she

found Miss Frankland had passed through my room, and now both confirmed

the tale told. We surrounded Miss Frankland, caressing her in every way.

My pego got terribly excited. Drawing up my nightshirt, I said—

“Let this dear fellow make peace between us, and become equally dear to

all. I know, my loved mistress, that my sisters are longing to see him

exercised on your glorious person, and buried in your delicious hairy

cunt, so let me offer up sacrifice to its juicy charms. Lizzie has just

said you sought me for the purpose—see, the dear clitoris is raising its

head—let Mary lie down under you to suck your clitoris, and see my prick

close above her eyes in vigorous action filling your exquisite cunt. You

can gamahuche her and Lizzie can look on behind, witness the glorious

sight, and act postillion to my bottom-hole.”

“Well, my beloved children, the die is cast, it is no use crying after

spilt milk, so let us make the best of it. I never could resist the

eloquent look of this loved and long thick thing, that was made for

giving poor woman all she could crave for.”

So arranging our relative positions as I had prescribed, we ran a course

of the most luxurious and salacious enjoyment imaginable. Lizzie, who

had taken possession of one of the dildoes, manipulated herself, while

watching every voluptuous movement of our bodies, and we all managed to

spend most rapturously together. We could not afford to do more at that

moment, as time was creeping on, and the household would soon be astir.

Miss Frankland regained with me my room, her own door being locked, and

kissing me tenderly, said I was a bad boy, but she supposed it must

eventually have come to this, so it was well it was sooner than later.

Thus passed our first general orgie, which was the precursor of many

much more luxuriously and salaciously libidinous, and which I shall more

minutely describe as events progress.

Miss Frankland would not allow us to have a general orgie the next

night. She was now aware of our summer house doings—only of late begun,

as she supposed—for my story had been too plausibly off-hand not to

deceive her, especially as she had felt convinced by all that occurred

on our first fucking that she had had the delightful pleasure of taking

my maidenhead. She was quite satisfied on that head. But she now

suspected that what I had just begun I should be too glad to repeat. She

accompanied us to the garden in our recreation hour, so that nothing

erotic took place. We sat down all together after a little running

about, and Miss F. opened to us a rule of conduct we must in future

pursue. She said—

“However delightful it would be for you all, as well as for myself, to

meet every night, it would in the first instance become a dangerous

habit, dangerous because of engendering carelessness in the necessary

precautions against discovery; and next, and above all, because it would

be the destruction of our loved and darling Charlie, who could not

possibly long continue such excessive venery as three loved objects at

once would constantly require of him.”

Seeing my inclination to interrupt her, and declare that I felt quite

equal to it, she stopped me, and told us I was too young to know what

such excessive indulgence would lead to; that we must trust to her

experience and be guided by her, and we should all find the advantage of

it. Three times a week was the utmost she could allow, when we should be

all together. The other nights she would take care that I committed no

excess. Such were the sage counsels of this admirable woman, and such in

future became the programme of our proceedings. I rebelled and kicked

against what I thought at the time too great a restriction, but I

eventually became convinced that greater pleasure followed the enforced

delays. Of course I slept with Miss Frankland on what might be called

our off nights, but she soon established a custom of restraining my

spendings to twice a night, allowing me to excite and make her spend as

often as I pleased. I was difficult to manage at first, but eventually

settled down in great regularity to the rules she dictated, and, indeed,

enforced. I soon found out the wisdom of her proceeding, for often

afterwards my lagging efforts required the spur of the rod to be applied

in earnest for the completion of our orgies.

The second night after the discovery of my intercourse with my sisters

was the first of meeting all four together, in Miss Frankland’s room. We

had been sent, as usual, early to bed, and Miss F. had privately

recommended us to go quietly to sleep as soon as possible, and not to be

under any anxiety, as she herself would go for the girls, after all the

household had retired. As for me, it was the plan I had always adopted,

as it enabled me to reap the greater amount of enjoyment, and its longer

continuance, by the rest I had previously secured. Winter had passed

away, and summer came round again. It was a lovely, warm, moonlight

night. As soon as we were all assembled, stripping to the buff was the

order of the night; then followed charming embraces and mutual posings,

so as each should admire the beauties of all. Hands wandered everywhere

over every charm, chiefly concentrating on the wonderful and finely

developed form of the fascinating Frankland, whose richness of

coal-black hair was so deliciously exciting. It soon became necessary to

calm the first effervescence of our passions, which we always did by a

general gamahuche. Miss Frankland, who had taken an extraordinary letch

for Mary, paired off with her, while Lizzie and I accommodated each

other. Miss Frankland, who had provided herself with a store of dildoes,

furnished us all with one, differing in size, according to the intention

of their application. As Mary’s bottom-hole as yet could only

accommodate a moderate size, Miss F. kept the smallest for her

particular use, the others were indiscriminately used. Thus armed, we

proceeded to enter on all the voluptuous excesses of gamahuching in

every form, lengthening out our pleasures as much and as long as

possible, that we might pass the whole night in the most libidinous

raptures. When the ecstatic moment overtook us, our mouths had to cease

their operations to give vent to the expressions of the rapturous nature

of our feelings. We lay panting for some time before being able to rise

and resume our mutual caresses. Now that we had taken off the edge of

our lustful appetite, we prepared more calmly for further and more

voluptuous combinations. The upper coverings of the bed were entirely

removed, so that it presented nearly a square field of combat for love’s

encounters, admirably adapted for its purpose. We held a council as to

our next movements, and finally decided to begin as follows: Mary to lie

down on her back, Lizzie reversed above her, Miss Frankland was to

indulge in her letch for Lizzie, which was that of fucking her

bottom-hole with her extraordinary clitoris, while I was to fuck Miss

Frankland’s cunt, and postillion her smaller orifice with two fingers,

Lizzie was to postillion Mary with her finger, while gamahuching her,

Mary to apply the smaller dildo to my bottom-hole, and frig Lizzie’s

cunt with a larger one. It was also agreed we should run two courses in

this voluptuous group, varying only in the substitution of my prick in

Miss Frankland’s bottom-hole, instead of her cunt, in which was to be

placed one of the dildoes. We were none of us to press matters to a

speedy termination, but to make the most of the exquisite conjunction of

our parts. We enjoyed a most salacious and voluptuous fuck, and so

managed matters as all should spend together in perfect raptures of

lubricity and lust. Notwithstanding the pleasure of the final discharge,

we managed, as previously agreed, to hold our mutual positions, our

parts palpitating with repeated throbbings on or in the delicious

quarters with which they were conjoined. These soon reawakened our

passions, which we as yet had done but little to calm, and when

sufficiently heated, the slight change agreed upon was effected, and I

plunged up to the hilt in the glorious and hairy bottom-hole of the

divine Frankland, who gave almost a scream of delight as she felt my

huge pego rushing up into her burning entrails. We had to pause some

minutes to allow her excitement to subside to a certain extent, or she

would have discharged after two or three thrusts of my potent weapon. We

then proceeded more leisurely, and after drawing out our enjoyment in

the most salacious and voluptuous manner, the ecstatic moment seized us

all together, with such an excess of wild enjoyment that with screams of

almost agonised delight, we poured into or upon each other whole

torrents of hot boiling sperm, and sank almost insensible into a

confused heap of naked forms. We were a long time in recovering our

senses. Then disentangling ourselves, we rose and laved our parts in

cold water, not only to purify ourselves, but as a stimulant to further

exertions in all the wildest excesses of lubricity that any of us could

fancy. But we always managed so as to make Miss F. think that she was

the author of any new salacious idea or suggestion. In fact she nearly

was so in every case, for her experience in every letch, and its

gratification in every form of libidinous refinement, was great and we

owed to her many new and delicious combinations in our salacious orgies.

After partaking of wine and cake, which Miss F. had taken care to

secure, we indulged in some delicious romping and pulling about of the

rich curls and hairy coverings of nearly all Miss Frankland’s superb

form. The girls above all admired the magnitude, hardness, and beauty of

her truly magnificent buttocks, and what with one now and then sucking

her bubbies, and at other times toying with her already standing

clitoris, we soon brought her to such a state of excitement that,

seizing hold of Mary, she got her on the table and gamahuched her, while

Lizzie, creeping under, sucked her clitoris, and I pushed my prick from

behind into her cunt. We brought on a delicious spend, and the glorious

creature died away in excess of pleasure along with Mary, while I had

not yet arrived at the climax. So I contented myself with making my

prick throb to her delicious squeezings, until the fatigue of the

position required us to break up the pose. She was so far calmed that

she could now propose and discuss after-proceedings, and what our next

form of enjoyment should be. As Mary had had an extra spend with Miss

Frankland, Lizzie was now placed on her knees, with her head well down.

I thrust my prick into her longing cunt. Miss Frankland standing up,

strode across Lizzie’s body in front of me, here I introduced first a

smaller dildo up her bottom-hole and then a larger one up her cunt, both

up to the cod pieces. She then pushed forward her belly and put her

stiff-standing clitoris into my mouth, and placed her two hands on my

head. I then passed one hand under her open legs, and seizing both

dildoes in one hand, proceeded to work them up and down both holes at

once, in unison with my suction of her clitoris, and my fucking

movements in Lizzie’s cunt, who at the same time was frigging her own

clitoris with her fingers. Mary, armed with two dildoes, applied one to

my bottom-hole, while she fucked herself with the other. In this way we

ran a most exciting and delicious course. Miss F., in the ecstatic

moments, seemed as if she would have pressed my head into her belly. She

was so charmed with the voluptuous delights this pose had given that she

cried out we must not change until another course was run. Lizzie said

she must change from front to back, and begged Mary to hand her a dildo

with which she might frig herself. The women were ready directly, but my

pego was longer in answering the call, so Miss Frankland told Mary to

apply the birch rod skilfully.

This she did with great art, working the dildo, which was still in her

cunt while so occupied. The effect was almost electrical, and my

glorious rampant prick filled dear Lizzie’s delicious and longing

bottom-hole to her utmost delight. Miss F. begged Mary to give her a

gentle stimulus with the rod. Nothing could better have pleased Mary,

for she afterwards admitted she had long had the greatest letch to flog

that glorious and immense backside. With such stimulants as these this

course proved one of the most salacious and voluptuous we had yet had,

and the ecstatic ending was accompanied with screams of delight, as we

died away in the death-like swoon of rapturous and satiated desires. We

again rose to purify and refresh ourselves, and for some time after lay

closely embraced on the bed. As Mary had not yet had my prick in her

cunt, Miss F. proposed that I should fuck her, that Lizzie should kneel

close behind us, she could fuck Lizzie’s bottom-hole with her clitoris,

and work one dildo up my bottom, while she worked a second in her own.

No sooner said that done. Lizzie’s head was shoved almost below Mary’s

belly, so as to bring Miss F. close enough to me to operate as she

desired, and we ran another delicious course with such extreme pleasure

that all sank sideways down on the bed and dropped into a sound slumber.

We did not awaken until so late that we only had time to lave ourselves

in cold water, finish off with a general gamahuche, and then regain our

separate rooms. On this last occasion Miss Frankland said she must

gamahuche me, as she delighted to break her fast on cream. The joke

amused the two girls amazingly.

It was about this time Mrs. Vincent gave birth to a fine boy. I have not

spoken of her since our first interview after her marriage in the summer

house, when all had gone into the town to bring out Miss Frankland. We

had only had two stolen interviews since that time, which I have not

mentioned, because they were too hasty, and with too little comfort to

have been thoroughly enjoyed; then she became too heavy with child to

afford me any further opportunity. Mamma wrote a congratulating letter

to Mr. Vincent, wishing him joy of the advent of a son and heir, little

dreaming that her own son was the father thereof. This brought a visit

from Mr. Vincent to beg that mamma would kindly become godmother to the

little fellow. My mother at once assented, and asked who the godfathers

were. He said an uncle, from whom they had expectations, had consented

to be one, but he was at a loss to know whom to ask as second.

“Why not ask Charlie, he was always very fond of your wife as his

governess, and he, too, has an uncle from whom we hope some day to

receive something handsome.”

“That is a very good idea of yours, Mrs. Roberts, and if you will kindly

send for Charles I shall put it to him, and if he consents, it saves me

all further trouble.”

I was sent for, and, you may be sure, accepted immediately, thanking Mr.

Vincent for the honour he did me, and hoping that Mrs. Vincent would be

equally agreeable that I should be godfather, although so young.

“Leave that to me, my dear wife is so much attached to me that my wish

is her law, so do not make yourself uneasy on that head.”

It may well be supposed I was not at all uneasy, but quite certain that

it was the very thing Mrs. V. would have proposed if she had not been

withheld by prudence. We heard afterwards from Mr. V. that she had

simulated objections on account of my youth, but the very first moment

she could say a word to me in private it was to tell me what delight it

had given her that her husband should have fulfilled in the matter the

very wish nearest and dearest to her heart.

The ceremony eventually came off as had been proposed, but it was at

very rare intervals that I could find an opportunity of renewing our old

combats in the field of Venus. Meanwhile I had no reason to regret this

as far as indulgence of my erotic passions went, because, for nearly two

years, that is until I had passed my eighteenth birthday, I continued to

enjoy uninterrupted bliss in the arms of the luxurious and fascinating

Miss Frankland, or in orgies with her and my sisters, which culminated

in every excess of venery capable of being enjoyed by three women and

one youth. In fact, we all indulged rather too freely, if I may judge

from the fact that, at least to Miss Frankland and myself, the rod had

almost become a necessity, and occasionally even my sisters admitted it

gave them a fillip. Under the able tutorship of Miss Frankland we became

the most perfect adepts in every voluptuous indulgence of lubricity. But

I must also give her the credit of never neglecting our education.

Indeed, I may say it gained by the intimate union of our bodies. For

that estimable woman impressed upon us that to keep her friendship and

confidence we must do justice to her teaching. I have already said her

system of instruction was very superior to anything we had previously

known, and now that she had won our unbounded love and affection, there

was nothing we were not ready to do in school to second her efforts for

our mutual improvement. She had very superior attainments—spoke French

and German like a native, had sufficient knowledge of Latin and Greek to

ground me well in them, and her knowledge of music was very superior. I

have hardly ever heard anyone with a more charming touch on the piano.

In the two years that followed our first orgie we made really

astonishing progress. We all spoke French very fairly, had a pretty good

knowledge of German, especially Mary, who really spoke it well; as for

myself I was well up in French, fairly so in German, and with a very

good groundwork of Latin and Greek.

It was about this time that an event happened which completely changed

the order of my life. My mother had hinted that I had some expectations

from an uncle. These were very vague. He was my father’s brother, but

they had never agreed, and we were almost strangers to each other. He

died, and one day we were all surprised, not to say delighted, to hear

from his executor, a Mr. Nixon, a rich merchant in London, that my uncle

had left my mother four hundred pounds a year as long as she did not

marry again, but at her death the said annuity was to be divided between

my two sisters, independent of any coverture. The residue and bulk of

the property was settled on me, under trust to Mr. Nixon until I was of

age, with a request that I should be brought up to the law and entered

as a barrister in the Inner Temple. Further, a sum of five hundred

pounds was allowed for a new outfit, in every way becoming to all of us.

Mr. Nixon announced that in a fortnight he would take the opportunity of

being in our neighbourhood to come over and make the necessary

arrangements consequent upon the altered state of affairs. He added that

the residue of the property would yield about one thousand pounds a

year, and that, therefore, my education must be looked to more closely

than it probably had been. Here was, indeed, a change. My father had

left the house and grounds, and something like six hundred pounds a year

in the funds, entirely to my mother as long as she remained a widow, or

until her death. Afterwards one hundred and fifty pounds per annum to

each of my sisters, and the house and residue to me—a moderate income

requiring other efforts to make it comfortable to one’s upbringing. Here

I was now the heir eventually to something like fifteen hundred pounds a

year, two country houses, and a very fair house besides attached to my

uncle’s house. You may easily imagine the joy of the whole family when

from somewhat pinched economy, we found ourselves in easy circumstances,

with at once quite double our previous income. We indulged in somewhat

wild dreams of what all this might produce; but mamma brought us to our

senses by informing us that until I was of age Mr. Nixon would entirely

control our destinies, and that it was more than probable he would

insist upon sending me to a public school. This news dashed all our

hopes to pieces with a vengeance, because it was precisely on our

greater freedom that we had been counting, and now there was every

probability our delightful intercourse and delicious orgies would come

to an abrupt termination. We exchanged sad and crestfallen looks on

hearing this from mamma, and met in a very disconsolate humour that

night in Miss Frankland’s room; but that charming and estimable woman

cheered us up with the hope that if a temporary separation did occur, it

would only lead to our safer and more perfect reunion hereafter.

“And, to tell you the truth,” she said, “my dear Charlie, we have been

of late too much for you, and your health and constitution will benefit

by a forced inactivity, for I have observed some symptoms about you

lately that prove we three have taxed you too hard. I have no doubt I

shall be retained as governess to your sisters, and leave me alone to

keep them to a point that will not disappoint you when we meet again,

which must always occur at intervals of not longer than six months.”

To our loving minds six months seemed an age. At the same time Miss F.’s

remarks had, to a certain extent, reassured us, and although we could

not enter into our orgie with the usual fury and letch, nevertheless we

managed to pass a night sufficiently rapturous in the enjoyment of our

libidinous passions, which many would have thought excessive.

In due course Mr. Nixon made his appearance. He was a pleasant-looking

elderly gentleman, and a complete man of the world. Finding that I had

been educated entirely at home under governesses, he fancied I must be a

milk-and-watery ignorant youth, and had already hinted as much to

mamma—who, having told me, put me on my mettle. Mr. Nixon sent for me

into the parlour alone, and began an agreeable conversation apparently

leading to nothing, probably with a view not to render me nervous and

timid, gradually turning the conversation upon educational subjects. He

was agreeably surprised to find the progress I had made, not only in

historical and geographical subjects, but in languages, and above all

was surprised at my knowledge of Latin and Greek. He was particular in

asking if some clergyman had not lent his aid to the governess. After

dinner, during which he paid great attention to Miss Frankland, he

warmly complimented her on her system of teaching and its extraordinary

success. At the same time he observed that, as his dear old friend had

desired that his nephew should become a barrister, it would be necessary

he should be sent to some clergyman taking a few boys, and then to

King’s College, London, before entering a barrister’s chambers. Miss

Frankland at once admitted the justice of the remark, and hoped that

Charles would not shame her teaching.

“Quite the contrary, I assure you, Miss Frankland. I have been struck

with the admirable groundwork you have established, and especially the

advantages you have given him of the knowledge of modern languages. I am

so much pleased that I intend to beg of Mrs. Roberts to keep you as the

able governess of the girls until they are so much older as to require a

little knowledge of the world which a metropolitan ladies’ school is

sure to impart.”

All this was said with a certain deference of manner to Miss Frankland,

that I felt certain the old gentleman was greatly struck with her

person, as well as her system of teaching. But of this it is probable my

readers will learn more hereafter.

My mother, hearing of the intention of sending me to some clergyman,

immediately suggested that her own brother-in-law, the Rev. Mr.

Brownlow, rector of Leeds, in Kent, a retired village close to the

castle of that name, would be a suitable person. He was a gentleman who

had taken honours at Cambridge, and was in the habit of receiving one,

two or even three young gentlemen, but never more, to prepare them for

the universities. At that moment she knew by a letter from her sister

that he had a vacancy. His name, she said, stood high as an instructor,

as Mr. Nixon would find on inquiry; and as Charles had never been away

from home, it would be a great satisfaction to her to know that he was

under the care of her own sister. Mr. Nixon said he perfectly agreed to

her suggestion, provided, as to which he had no doubt, his inquiries

justified his sending me there. He left us with a promise of an early

decision, and, indeed, before the week had passed we received his full

concurrence to my mother’s suggestion. So my aunt was written to, and it

being the period of the holidays, Mr. and Mrs. Brownlow were asked to

come over and spend a week, and then I could return with them to Kent.

We had not seen aunt or uncle since we were little children, and only

remembered her as a very tall immense person. The distance had prevented

personal intercourse, and we only knew of them by interchanges of hams,

Canterbury brawn, and oysters at Christmas time. As they replied by

return of post, saying they would be with us in two or three days

following their letter, you may be sure Miss Frankland and all of us

made the most of what was to be the last of our mutual orgies for the

time. No restrictions were put upon us, and every night was dedicated to

the god of lust and voluptuousness.

At last the fatal day arrived. My mother and the two girls went into the

town to fetch uncle and aunt out, leaving Miss Frankland and me to our

studies. You may well suppose it was the prosody of love and not that of

grammar that occupied us. There was a tenderness of manner, and a loving

kindness and fondling, which I had not before observed in Miss

Frankland, and which I should have thought alien to her character.

Embracing me tenderly, and pressing me lovingly to her bosom, she burst

into a flood of tears, and sobbed as if her heart would break as her

head sank on my shoulder. I tried to comfort her in the best way I

could, and as my kind reader knows, a woman’s tears always had a most

potent effect on my prick, I placed it in her hand, she hysterically

laughed amidst her crying, but instantly sank her head down to the loved

object, embraced, sucked, and frigged it until I poured a flood of

boiling sperm into her mouth, which she greedily swallowed, and

continued sucking until not a drop was left. Then rising once more to

caress and embrace me, she said—

“Yes, my own beloved boy, that was indeed a means to stop my tears, I

not only adore it, but have come to love you, my darling, more than I

ever loved anything in my life—you are my own scholar, bodily and

mentally. I shall miss you greatly, and I bitterly regret our parting;

but we shall meet again, although never with such freedom and ease as we

have done. You will spend your holidays at home, and we shall make the

most of them. I can feel the dear object already to be made the most of

again, and so it shall, dear fellow, so come to its own nest.”

These last fond words were addressed to my prick, which, already rampant

again, was claiming attention. We went at it, hammer and tongs.

Recruited at luncheon, we renewed the raptures of lubricity as that

estimable woman alone knew how to indulge them. We were the less

reasonable, as it had been decided by us the night before that I was to

find out the habits of the coming couple before I should venture on

leaving my room to slip up to theirs, and thus I had a night of

relaxation before me.

At five o’clock the carriage drove up, and uncle and aunt were welcomed

to our house. My uncle was a tall, portly, unctuous-looking clergyman,

quite a gentleman in his manners, and with a very agreeable voice. My

aunt, who was some fifteen years my uncle’s junior, was very tall for

her sex, a fine portly figure, broad shouldered, large bubbies well

apart, a small waist for her size, immense hips and evidently buttocks

to more than match. She was very stout, but stood firm upon her pins,

and walked with great elasticity of step, showing there was a good deal

in her, or rather she could take a good deal out of anybody. She had a

profusion of fair hair, with thick eyebrows, that promised abundance

elsewhere. Her eyes were of a deep blue that could look very far into

you. She had a very pleasing expression, a small mouth, and very white

teeth. Her complexion was exceedingly fair, her arms immense, but

beautifully formed, hands and feet small, fat and plump. She looked

thirty-five, but was nearly forty, and was altogether a most desirable

woman to look at, on a large scale. She embraced me tenderly, which I

did not fail to return, and complimented me and the whole family on our

late good fortune. The first introduction was altogether most agreeable,

and I already began to imagine I might not be so badly off after all.

We were allowed to sit up rather later than usual, and as my aunt was

fatigued with her day and night’s journey, they were glad to follow our

example almost immediately. I had only just time to get undressed, when

I heard them enter the room which Miss Frankland had vacated the

previous day. This had previously been arranged, and she now slept in my

sisters’ room, as formerly, until we should depart. I quickly blew out

my light, for fear they should observe it shining through the chinks I

had made. Kneeling down, I began to watch the proceedings. The first

thing my aunt did was to squat on the pot just opposite my peephole, and

as she held up her dress well, I could see that she had a most prominent

mons Veneris, thickly covered with very fair ringlets. Her power of piss

was something wonderful, it was like a cataract in force and quantity,

and at once made my mutinous prick stand at the mighty rush of waters

that could be so plainly heard. As she rose, and before she dropped her

dress, I saw her splendid proportions of limb, the like of which had

never before met my eyes. Alas! it was but a passing glimpse. However, I

determined to watch on, hoping to see a further display in the course of

undressing. She took off all her upper clothes, until nothing but her

stays and chemise remained. I could now mark the real grandeur of her

proportions. The stays kept in the waist, and allowed the splendour of

her hips and buttocks to stand out in all their glory. Never in my life

have I seen a finer backside than my aunt had got. I am now speaking

from a vast amount of after-inspection and adoration, but in its covered

magnificence in which I at this moment viewed it, it appeared the finest

backside I have ever met with, and was in fact the one I alluded to some

time back, when I observed that Miss Frankland’s was the finest but one

I ever saw. It is true, her stoutness added greatly to its prominence,

but though stout, even very stout, it was not a stoutness you could call

fat. For in after-intimacy, which became of the very closest and most

voluptuous nature, I was never able to pinch her in any muscular part.

She had the hardest, as well as the biggest, backside I ever met with. I

am quite sure that when she was standing upright, a child might have

stood on the immense projections of her buttocks. Her thighs were

positively monstrous in their mighty proportions, as hard as iron,

exquisitely moulded, and of a fairness and smoothness that rivalled

ivory, which, in another respect, they much resembled, namely, in

feeling cold to the touch. Her legs were worthy of the glorious frame

they supported, and finished off with a pair of charming, clean-run

ankles, and very small feet for her size. As her chemise was short

sleeved, the grand magnificence and beauty of form of her splendid arms

and neck, where the bubbies came out in all their perfection and

brilliancy of skin, were fully displayed. As may be supposed, not a bone

was to be traced in her upper neck, but all was dazzling in colour and

flesh, which is such a beauty in woman. When a woman shows her gaunt

collar bones, it is a proof of bad breeding, and a common nature. Aunt’s

truly grand bubbies rose magnificently over her bodice, which I thought

at the time was their support, but this glorious woman required nothing

of the sort, for when perfectly stripped, her bubbies stood out firm and

projecting in all their grandeur, and they were of the largest, worthy

of all her other fully developed charms. Her belly alone was somewhat

too prominent, when standing up, but as she never had had children, it

did not at all hang flabbily, and ended in one of the most prominent and

largely developed montis Veneris I have ever met with, profusely covered

with the fairest of curls, which did not prevent her lovely creamy skin

from shining through them. She was well provided with hair on that part,

but after the extraordinary hairy covering that Miss Frankland

possessed, and with which I had so often toyed, all other women appeared

as nothing in that way. My aunt, after donning a nightrobe, sat down to

her toilet, and proceeded to let down her massive bunch of tresses.

Here, she was, indeed, richly gifted, her hair was all her own, in the

utmost profusion, and, tall as she was, fell much below her buttocks,

and was so thick that she could let it spread over both back and front,

and completely cover her nakedness. Titian must have had such another

magnificent head of hair for one of his models, for it exactly

resembled, except in being somewhat of a fairer hue, his celebrated

Magdalen, in the Pitti Palace, at Florence, where she is represented

covered only with the rich profusion of her ringlets. Such was my aunt,

and often and often afterwards has she indulged all my fancies, by

showing herself off in every voluptuous attitude with this, the greatest

ornament of woman, flowing in the utmost profusion over her glorious and

mighty charms. Meanwhile, the doctor had undressed, but it may well be

supposed perfectly unnoticed by me. I had better game in view. He, too,

had donned a _robe de chambre_, and sat down by his wife to have a chat

over the occurrences of the day. Of course, their conversation very

naturally turned upon myself. They began by congratulating themselves

that the good fortune of the family was partly reflected on them by the

circumstances of my being put under the doctor’s care. The lady remarked

how doubly fortunate it was, as the little scandal that had happened

had, for some time, prevented their having any pupils at all. The doctor

said—

“Never mind that, my love, this little fellow will soon be the decoy

duck for others; he seems a nice, gentle lad, but I shall seek to have

some talk with him tomorrow, and see what he is made of; boys, under

women’s instructions, are generally mere milksops.”

“I don’t think you will find it so in this case,” added my aunt. “I am

not a bad judge of character, and I feel certain that Miss Frankland is

too stern and firm of purpose not to have bent any boy’s will to her

bidding; I fear, on the contrary, she has, if anything, been too severe

with him, for my sister told me that she had full power to wield the

rod, but, after one or two severe bouts, she completely mastered them,

and that their progress was really very great, and most satisfactory, as

Mr. Nixon, Charles’s guardian, who had examined him, had reported most

favourably thereon. But he appears to be insignificant, and undersized,

thin as a whipping post, pale, and somewhat sickly-looking, he appears

much younger than he is, and seems hardly fitted for what you and I

would delight in. Eh! dear doctor?”

I did not understand at this time what her allusion meant, but it was

followed by the doctor stooping forwards, kissing her, and, I have no

doubt, tongueing her too. He first thrust a hand below her beauteous

bubbies, and then pulling up her chemise, began foraging between her

legs. She put down her hair brush; and laid hold of his cock, but

quickly said—

“Don’t excite me, my dear, you see this poor fellow can do nothing

without a rod, and we have none here, so be quiet and go to bed, that is

a good boy.”

Obeying her, he rose, threw off his robe, put on a nightcap, and tumbled

into bed, and was sound asleep before his magnificent spouse had

finished her toilet. When it was concluded, she took off her stays, and

drew her chemise over her head, I doubt if it could have fallen over her

enormous buttocks. She then walked across the room in my direction,

stark naked as nature made her, and strikingly magnificent in the

firmness of her tread, and the glorious uprightness of her truly superb

grandeur of form. I was positively awestruck. I could imagine her to be

Juno in all her glory before Jupiter, and well he might be tempted to

stray to the forbidden path of love, if Juno had such a backside as the

enormous and glorious one my aunt possessed. She again squatted down,

naked as she was, and poured out another torrent into the pot. I felt

overpowered at the sight, and staggered back to my bed, and for the

first time in my life felt constrained to rack off by self-pollution the

excess of lust the gazing on such superhuman beauties had engendered. I

could hardly refrain from shouting out to relieve my till then

suppressed excitement, especially when nature gave way, and there

spurted forth a jet of sperm, actually from the bed against the door

towards which I had pointed my prick while wildly frigging it, and in

imagination shoving it into aunt—anywhere; for if ever the saying that

“there was plenty of good fucking about all these parts” was applicable

to anyone, it was supremely so in my glorious aunt’s case. Anyone might

shove his prick against any part of her body, and spend at once from

excess of lust, at her very beauty and splendour of form and exquisite

colour and fineness of skin. Never, never have I met her equal. Her

power of fuck, too, was on a par with the immensity of size, and of a

quality to please the most fastidious, or the most lustful. Such were

the first experiences that I had of my aunt’s person, and as my

narrative extends, the reader will become more intimate with her person

and proceedings. I sank to sleep, to dream of possessing her in every

way, rivalling Jupiter with Juno, and Mars with Venus, mere visions of

the night, but which were in after-days converted into sweet

realisations of the most voluptuous and rapturous nature.

The next day, at our hour of recreation, Miss Frankland walked out with

us, and seeking a retired part of the grounds, while the girls amused

themselves, I recounted to Miss F. all I had seen and heard. She at once

came to the conclusion that I was destined to fall into the arms of my

aunt.

“I am so far pleased, my dear Charlie, that it will be into those of an

extraordinary fine woman; you must, after your present experiences with

me, have had someone to go to, and certainly you could not have a finer.

There will, evidently, be every facility, for I read those hints, which

have puzzled you, as intimating anything but reserve once you are

admitted into the inner arcana of their lives, or I am much mistaken.

There is one point I must strongly caution you about, and your general

prudence and great good sense will make you appreciate its importance.

Your aunt is evidently much experienced in erotic pleasures. If at once

she found in you the extraordinary adept you are, she would never cease

tormenting you until she discovered who had been your instructress. Now

it must be evident to you that if she thought you and I were intimate in

that way, she might draw evil inferences with regard to your sisters, or

if not going so far as to think we had equally corrupted them, it is

probable enough she might seek to remove me from their society. So you

see, my darling boy, though it may be very difficult to do, you must,

for all our sakes, determine to appear quite innocent and ignorant of

everything connected with indulgence in amorous passions. You must not

let yourself appear excited, but leave her to take all the initiatory

steps, and I much mistake if she will not be extremely ready to do so,

but all the more so if she finds you apparently innocent. However much

you now know of love’s proceedings, you must keep a guarded check upon

your feelings, so as not to let your knowledge become apparent in the

smallest degree. She will, eventually, be twice as well pleased if she

fancies she has had your first fruits. Before you leave I shall give you

some short hints as to how to conduct yourself.”

All this time I was getting rampageous, so begging her to stoop forward

upon a stump, I tilted up her petticoats and fucked her from behind,

frigging her delicious clitoris, and making her spend at the same time

as myself. It was a hasty fly, but very sweet nevertheless, for we were

both conscious that it was necessary to make the most of the short time

I had yet to remain at home. I mentioned my aunt’s remark about having

no rod at hand, and it was agreed that Miss Frankland should put one on

an upper shelf of her wardrobe, and accidently leave the key in the

door. As this wardrobe remained in the room uncle and aunt were sleeping

in, woman’s curiosity was sure to induce an examination of it. This

answered a double purpose, for Miss F. so arranged things that some

excellent books full of little bits of paper inserted here and there, at

highly moral or religious passages, led both uncle and aunt to have a

very high idea of her moral character—for these were works that

apparently could only be for her own private reading.

The rod was placed, and the bait laid next day. Meanwhile, that

afternoon, the doctor called me aside, and put me through a

conversational sort of examination. I was studiously modest, but being

very fairly grounded by the admirable system of teaching pursued by Miss

Frankland, I not only satisfied him, but he took occasion to compliment

Miss Frankland very highly for the admirable groundwork she had laid. I

fancied also, as he continued in conversation with her, that he grew

more kindly and unctuous, as if the spirit of lust was infusing itself

in his veins, as he continued to converse with and gaze on that most

engaging and lust-creating creature.

That night I watched, as before, their preparations for sleep, and heard

their conversation. This time the doctor was profuse in his praise of

me, but aunt thought I was timid and lifeless; there seemed no spirit

about me, as there ought to be, she added, at his age, but this

education by females makes girls of boys. I thought to myself, I guess,

I shall very soon undeceive you on that point, my dear aunt. The doctor

went quietly to bed; aunt stripped and used the bidet, giving me a most

exciting and voluptuous view of all her full-blown charms. No sooner was

her light out, and she in bed, than I slipped out and crept up to my

sisters’ room, where three randy cunts were impatiently awaiting my

advent with an equally randy and inflamed pego. We indulged in every

complicated combination of lust and lubricity, and never ceased until

daylight forced my unwilling retreat. Before leaving, as the rod was to

be put in the wardrobe, and the key left in the door, it was arranged

that the next night the girls, and Miss F., too, if she could, were to

endeavour to sleep soundly before I came. For if our stratagem

succeeded, I should remain to see the result which would probably occupy

more than an hour or two, and I would awaken them by applying Moses’s

rod to their water courses as doubtless I would be in a rampageous

state, if our expectations of the doctor’s and aunt’s tendencies that

way were realised.

I kept myself awake until aunt and uncle came to bed, and then I

immediately placed myself _en vedette_. At first no notice was taken of

the key being in the lock. Aunt continued her operations, and uncle

became somewhat more tentative than usual, when aunt, finding by placing

her hand on his prick that it was mere useless desire, rose and scolded

him. He grew more emboldened, and followed her up, wishing to feel her

splendid cunt. It so happened she had drawn back as far as the wardrobe

itself, until the key actually hurt her back.

“Ah what have we here?” she cried, and then turning round, said that as

the key had been left in the lock, there could be no harm in looking in.

Her husband became as curious as she. Of course, the first things they

saw were the prearranged books. They were seized upon with avidity

probably with the expectation of finding something smutty, but to their

surprise, and especially that of the doctor, it was quite the reverse.

“Well, I should never have thought this; do you know, my dear, I had

begun to suspect that, under a demure exterior, there was lurking an

enormous deal of animal passion in that Miss Frankland, but if so, these

works prove that it is under complete regulation. More’s the pity, for

she is made for the real enjoyment of the passions.”

“Oh you have been speculating in that quarter, have you, you old

lecher?”

“Well, my dear, you know we have both liberty to stray now and then, and

you, yourself, have not a little availed yourself on our mutual

understanding.”

“Now, doctor, you are too bad; do I not quite overlook all your weakness

for the younger members of your own sex, and do I not lend myself to

your fantasies in that way, when chance deprives you of any opportunity

of pederasty?”

“Well, well, my love, I was not upbraiding you, you are too dear and too

kind to me to permit of anything beyond a joking allusion; but what have

we here? A birch rod! by all that is holy.”

Reaching up to the high shelf, he drew down the rod. At first they

suspected Miss Frankland operating on herself, but the perfectly

untouched state of the rod proved that it was there in reserve only, and

had not yet been used.

“What a lucky chance,” cried my aunt. “I shall now be able to birch you

into something like a fit state to fuck me—and you shall birch me

afterwards, if it will only produce a second fuck, back or front,

whichever you like.”

“You are an angel, my darling wife, and I shall try to content both

orifices; it is an abominable shame that with such a gloriously made

magnificent woman as God has given me in your noble form, I should ever

require any other stimulant than a glance at your exquisitely exciting

proportions; but I suppose it is age that weakens our sensibilities.”

“You are right, my dear John, for I, who used to think your dear old

cock was enough for me, find I require the excitement of younger ones to

give me the real excess of pleasure my constitution demands; it would be

a shame if I did not humour all your little caprices, when you so

readily throw opportunities in my way. I only wish this nephew of mine

had been more worthy of us, we should have made him a glorious _bonne

bouche_ between us, equally to his satisfaction as to ours.”

“Well, my dear, the air of Kent, and more manly treatment, may yet

develop his somewhat stinted growth, and under your tuition, he may yet

prove not so bad an object as you seem to think, at all events, he may

serve as a _pis aller_, until a better turns up; but you must proceed

with caution, for he seems as modest as a maid.”

“My dear John, your modest ones always make the best, when once broken

in. I only wish his physique had been more to my liking, but we shall

see, we shall see; meanwhile let us both strip to the buff, and proceed

to make the most of this happy discovery of the rod—the very thing we

most wanted and wished for.”

Aunt rapidly twisted up her magnificent tresses, and as rapidly stripped

to the skin; the doctor likewise. I assure you he was a well-made,

muscular, portly, handsome man, with a large well-filled pair of cods.

His pego still hung down his head, but had a certain amount of size,

doubtless stimulated by the exciting nature of their conversation and

reminiscences. His skin and his cock were beautifully white, and the

ball of his prick of a tempting scarlet. I felt at the moment that, if I

dared, I would have bolted into the room, and sucked it into such a

stiffness as would have instantly satisfied the insatiable cunt of my

glorious aunt. This was a delight to be left for a future day, when I

allowed the doctor all the credit and pleasure of persuading me to do

that which I was burning with desire to do. But I digress. No sooner

were both fully prepared than my aunt, in a stern voice, ordered the

doctor to approach.

“Come here, sir, I must whip you, you have not done your duty as you

ought lately, and you are a very naughty boy.”

The doctor, putting on the air of a schoolboy, begged to be excused this

time, but his inexorable mistress was not to be moved, and seizing him

by the arm, pulled him over her broad and massive thighs, and with one

arm round his waist, seized his cock in her hand, and began whacking

away at his backside in such real earnest and, apparently, with all the

force of her powerful arm, that I began to think the doctor must cry out

in earnest. But he took it all without a murmur, only wriggling his fat

and smooth buttocks about in a way that rather inferred satisfaction

than suffering. Presently my aunt, who, doubtless, knew by the grip of

his prick that matters had arrived at the point her own passions had

most at heart, lifted him up, and said—

“Now I must put you in pickle, but as your great red buttocks are too

large to be pickled, I shall pickle your prick instead. So come here,

sir, and let me put this rampant fellow into my pickle tub, where, I

promise, the salt brine will soon bring down his pride.”

I suppose this was the sort of childish yet lascivious talk which

pleased them both, for uncle, who had risen, and who now presented a

much finer weapon than I had given him credit for, pretended to fear

this further punishment, and begged and entreated to be let off—he had

been punished enough, &c., &c. Aunt, however, leading him by the prick

to the bed, threw herself on the edge, and lying back, drew up her

enormous thighs almost to her belly, and showed to my gloating gaze her

tremendous salmon-coloured gash, all covered with spunk, for the

operation had made her spend profusely. I never saw so large a cunt, nor

such an extensive triangle as lay on the side of each lip between it and

the commencement of the buttocks, beautifully covered with the fairest

curls.

“There, sir, is your place of punishment, stoop and kiss it before I

imprison your indecent cock within it.”

The doctor, nothing loath, stooped and gamahuched her so well that her

mighty backside wriggled beneath his head, and made everything in the

room jingle; her hand pressed his head until I thought it would have

been pushed in altogether. At last, she spent with a shout of delight.

He hastily gobbled it all up, and rising, without more ado, thrust his

stiff-standing weapon up to the hilt, I might almost say cods and all,

in her longing and magnificent cunt. Here, he soaked for some minutes,

and I could see by the convulsive movements of her backside how much

aunt was enjoying it. They soon became bent on more active movements,

for throwing her splendid legs over his back, she began an up and down

movement, much more active than I could in any way have given her credit

for. They went at it in real earnest for a longer time than I expected,

but when the mighty crisis came, it was with an energy, and passionate

struggles worthy of the strength and substance of the two love

wrestlers. I could see her cunt all foam again around the roots of the

increased size of uncle’s very respectable prick, and then they lay in

apparent apathy for full twenty minutes, but one could see by the

convulsive throbs of their whole bodies what delicious transports of

rapture they were enjoying. Uncle was the first to rise, but only to

stoop and to greedily lick up all the foaming spunk which the

wide-spread entrance to her glorious cunt exhibited. This being done,

she, too, rose, and throwing her arms round the doctor’s neck, drew his

mouth to hers, and seemed to suck his slimy lips, and gain for herself

as much as she could of the delicious spunk the doctor had been

revelling in. This lasted some minutes. Then my aunt turned him down on

the bed, and took a long suck at his prick, now hanging limp, but still

of a goodly thickness. Then she thanked him for the great satisfaction

he had given her, and declared it was almost as good as the first days

of their union. Then after toying and cuddling on the bed for a time,

she said they must now proceed to a little further castigation, on her

bottom this time, as he had promised to give her a double dose.

“Yes, my love, but you know you promised I should take my choice of

which temple I should make my sacrifice at.”

“My own John, you know, that after being once well fucked, the hinder

hole is my preference, that is understood.”

They accordingly rose, and uncle, furnishing himself with the rod,

desired aunt to kneel on the edge of the bed, and present her

magnificent backside projecting out fair for his birching. This she

immediately did, and being directly before my eyes, I had a full front

view of her gloriously large wide open cunt, and all the pinky brown

_aureola_ around her charming bottom-hole, over which the little fair

ringlets showed in great beauty. I need not say that my own John Thomas

was in all the pride and panoply of prickdom, and ready to burst with

excitement. My uncle took the rod in hand as soon as aunt was in

position, and placing himself on one side, while his left hand passed

under her belly to frig her clitoris, he had his right hand free to

inflict any amount of whipping. And, I must say, neither one nor the

other spared the rod; they laid it on right soundly, but drew forth no

word or sign of complaint. My aunt soon began to wriggle her stupendous

backside, in a way to show how very exciting the birching was to her.

Her exquisitely creamy white skin began to see the scarlet of the blood

rushing to the surface under the infliction received. The redder it

became, so did the evident palpitating movement of her two resplendent

orbs increase, until uncle, too, showed how the glorious sight was

stimulating his less easily excited system, by the stiffening and

uprising of his pego. Aunt’s hand slipped down to it, and being well

acquainted with its habits, pronounced it to be as equally ready as

herself. Turning her body lengthways, but still on her knees, the doctor

scrambled up behind her, and first stooping, licked up the foam on her

cunt, for she had already spent once; and then, rolling his tongue about

the beautiful indentation leading to her delicious bottom-hole, he

thrust it in as far as he could there. Then rising on his knees, he

first plunged his jolly good prick into her cunt for two or three

shoves, and then drawing it out well lubricated, presented its point to

her exquisite bottom-hole, and plunged it up to the hilt at a single

thrust. Aunt gave a cry and shudder of delight as she felt it penetrate

to her very entrails. The doctor, satisfied for the moment, lay soaking

in the exquisite pressure that aunt’s _sphincter ani_ was applying to

his happy prick. He looked down upon her glorious buttocks, handling

them with evident pleasure. I saw aunt’s hand steal down to her cunt,

and could observe that she was actively frigging her clitoris. She

shortly cried out to uncle not to be so idle, but to commence the

delicious movements she expected from him.

He did—they did; and such a scene of excitement it was to see so

magnificent a woman with such a mighty backside in all the agonies of

enjoyment that I could hold out no longer, but seizing my bursting prick

in my hand, two or three rapid movements up and down, and tight

graspings of the shaft, brought on the ecstatic rapture of so lascivious

a spend that I actually fainted and fell heavily on the floor. It was

fortunate that aunt and uncle were so hotly engaged that an earthquake

might have shook the house without their being conscious of it. So as I

only fell from my knees it never disturbed one moment of their pleasure.

I must have been some minutes without consciousness, for when I came to

my senses, and was able to resume my inspection, I found their crisis

was past, but that uncle still lay soaking in the narrow cell he so

delightfully occupied. He was gazing with evident pleasure on the still

palpitating buttocks of the divine backside immediately below him.

Neither was in any hurry, but they dwelt for a considerable space of

time in this repose of lubricity. At last, his cock, reduced in bulk,

slipped out of its close quarters. Then, rising, and helping aunt out of

bed, they warmly embraced each other, kissed and tongued, and aunt

thanked him for a most rapturous fuck. Aunt then sat down on her bidet,

and uncle used the wash basin. After purifying themselves, and aunt

showing all the extraordinary fine development of her glorious form,

they put on their nightdresses, blew out the lights, and tumbled into

bed. I immediately hastened to gain my sisters’ room, with my cock

standing stiffer than ever. I entered gently—they were all asleep. My

two sisters lay reversed, with their heads between each pair of thighs;

they had evidently fallen asleep after a mutual gamahuche in the very

attitude in which they had spent. Miss Frankland had apparently waited

for me, but feeling drowsy, had thrust her very fine hairy backside

right out of bed, ready to attract my attention the moment I should

come. So gently approaching, and bringing the light to bear on the

beautiful sight, I spit upon and lubricated the end of my prick, and

very gently introduced him into her ever delicious cunt. I managed to

fully engulph it before applying my finger to her bottom-hole, and my

other hand to her clitoris. She had already in her sleep involuntarily

squeezed me with her usual force. Then, suddenly applying all my

energies, I began an active movement, which instantly awoke her. She was

as ready for the sport as I was, and in a very few minutes we ran a most

rapturous course of intense delight, and spent with an energy which

proved the strength of the excitement I had been under. As I was

standing by the bedside, and she lying on it with her fine bottom

projecting beyond the edge, it was not a position to remain long in;

besides, I was still dressed. So, withdrawing, I undressed myself. My

sisters had slept through all this, so first preparing everything for an

excessive orgie, by getting out dildoes and birch rods, we awoke the two

darlings, who, rising, stripped to the buff. The three dear creatures

were all curiosity to know what had kept me so long—more than two hours

and a half, and what had been done.

I recounted all the proceedings, except in so far as they had talked of

initiating me, for neither Miss Frankland nor I wished my sisters to be

acquainted with that matter. They laughed heartily, and little Lizzie

said she must act aunt, first flog me and be fucked; then be flogged by

me, and have my darling prick up her bottom-hole to follow. We laughed

and humoured her, and that scene came off with considerable _eclat_.

Miss Frankland fucking Mary, for whom she had a great letch, in the cunt

first, and in the bottom, after my example on Lizzie, in the second

place. Lizzie and I then laved our parts and prepared for fresh

encounters, and we then began a more regular course of the most

lascivious lubricity, in which dildoes and rods played conspicuous

parts, both becoming necessary under the excessive indulgencies of these

last few nights. I stole to my room long after daylight, and slept

soundly for an hour or two. You may be sure our lessons were of the

lightest in these few days that were left us, and I was allowed to doze

off during school hours.

Miss Frankland again walked with me alone in the garden, to give me, as

she thought, last lessons in the way I should act with aunt, who she now

felt more certain than ever would very soon attack and carry my person

when she reached home and had the place and time all to herself. I

listened with apparently great attention; as the reader knows, I was

already an adept in the art she wished to indoctrinate—thanks to the

admirable advice of my ever charming real first instructress, the lovely

Mrs. Benson. But I could not help thinking how completely these two

admirable women had the same wisdom and knowledge of the world with

which they were so anxious that I, too, should become conversant.

The next night the doctor and aunt went quietly to bed, the doctor

declaring that his previous night’s doings would prevent any more that

night. So I only had one more gaze at all aunt’s magnificent beauties,

which had a never failing effect on my excitable weapon, and which she

sent away when her light was put out in a perfectly fit state for the

work that awaited him in my sisters’ room. I came upon them sooner than

expected, and found the three rolled into one body, two gamahuching each

other, and Miss Frankland’s clitoris in Mary’s bum-hole. For a wonder

they did not hear me as I gently opened the door, and I patiently waited

till the lascivious crisis brought down a delicious spend from them all.

When clapping my hands applaudingly, I cried—

“Bravo! bravo! encore!”

I was so far glad, for to confess the truth the pace was telling, and I

began to require more and more of the rod. However, we had but this and

the next night at our disposal, and the knowledge that we must soon

cease our delicious orgies nerved us all to increased efforts.

Again our passions raged furiously, and broke out in spurts of foaming

sperm. Every desire our lascivious lubricity could suggest was carried

out to increase our pleasures or renew our exhausted resources, until

time warned us again to separate.

The next day there was no school time—it was spent in packing and

preparing for departure. My poor mother took it much to heart—she was a

most affectionate creature, as innocent as a babe. I often wondered

where we three got all the natural wantonness of our characters, for

mamma had nothing of it. I suppose it must have come from our

grandparents, as aunt had it in the fullest degree, and was almost the

equal of the adorable Miss Frankland, who only excelled her in having

Greek blood in her veins, which, doubtless, accounted for the extreme

heat of her lubricity. Some day I will recount the chief events of her

romantic story, which she herself, in after-time, fully related to me.

The day was a sad one for us all, even sadder than the next, the actual

day of departure. As often happens, the anticipation of evils is greater

than the reality when they come.

That night my aunt and the doctor had another whipping bout, but this

time she only succeeded in getting a single course out of the doctor. As

before when all was over, I slipped away to pass the last delicious

night with the dear creatures with whom I had now carried on the most

rapturous orgies for more than two years past. My sisters were rapidly

developing into remarkably handsome fine young women, especially Mary,

who, having the advantage of a year and a half over Lizzie, was

naturally more filled out and formed, although Lizzie promised in the

end to be, and in fact became, the finest woman, and had also by far the

hotter temperament of the two. We passed the night in orgies the most

refined, interspersed with tears of regret at our parting, and soft

endearments leading to perfect furies of lubricity, until I was nearly

fainting with exhaustion. We tore ourselves asunder with difficulty, and

the three angelic creatures held their door open, and with streaming

eyes watched my receding form; twice, on looking back, I could not help

returning again and again to throw myself into their arms for a last

loving embrace; but like all things human it came to an end, and I

reached my bed and sobbed myself to sleep.

It is needless to dwell on our parting next day. My mother accompanied

us to the town where we were to take a coach. It drove up. My poor

mother could hardly utter her blessing and farewell, and I saw the tears

coursing down her venerable cheeks as she waved her handkerchief before

the coach turned the corner that shut us from her view. Of course my

heart was full, whose could be otherwise when quitting home for the

first time. My aunt put her arm round my waist, and laid my head on her

ample bosom, and comforted me as well as she could; but a full heart

must vent itself. Fortunately, we had the inside all to ourselves. My

aunt was very tender, and so was the doctor. I soon sobbed myself to

sleep; even in the bitter grief of the moment I had some slight comfort

in the idea of pressing those glorious orbs. My aunt frequently kissed

me, and I returned it with full pouting lips, which I fancied rather

pleased her. I slept until the coach stopped for supper, ate heartily,

and, as may be supposed after my late week of hard work, soon again

slept like a top.

I did not awake until it was broad daylight, and, like all heavy

sleepers, was awake and sensible of what was going on before opening my

eyes. I became conscious that a hand was gently pressing and apparently

taking the size of my standing pego, which the pressure of water on my

bladder had occasioned to be in an erection of the hardest. I lay quite

still, continuing to breathe heavily, but unable to prevent sundry

throbbings of my pego, occasioned by the soft hand of my aunt, who was

gently following its form from the outside of my trousers. It appeared

she had only just commenced her manipulations, not having previously

observed the bulging out of its large dimensions under my trousers. She

pressed her knee against that of the doctor opposite, who I presume, was

dozing off, and in a whisper I heard her draw his attention to my

extraordinary development.

“Feel it, my dear, but very gently, so as not to waken him, it is the

largest prick I have ever felt, and altogether beats the late Captain of

Grenadiers you used to be so jealous of.”

The doctor did feel, and I think aunt would have unbuttoned my trousers,

had not the coach suddenly pulled up at the inn we were to breakfast at.

So perforce they shook me up. I acted the suddenly awakened sleeper very

well. As soon as we were out of the coach, I whispered to the doctor—

“If you please, uncle, I want to piddle very bad.”

“Come here, my dear boy.”

And taking me behind some wagons in the innyard, where we would not be

seen, he said—

“Here, we can both piss down this grating.”

And, forsooth, to encourage me, pulled out his own standing pego. I saw

what he wanted, and out with my own in all its length and strength.

“Good heavens, Charles, what an immense cock you have got—does it often

stand like that?”

“Yes, uncle, every morning it hurts me so until I piddle—it gets worse

and worse, and bigger and bigger—it was not half so big a year ago. I

don’t know what to do to cure myself of this hardness, which is very

painful.”

“Ah, well, I must speak to your aunt, perhaps she can help you. Have you

ever spoken to anybody else about it?”

“Oh, dear no! I should have been quite ashamed; but when I saw you also

had the same hardness, I was very glad to ask your advice, dear uncle.”

“Quite right. Always consult me about that part of your body, whatever

you may feel.”

We breakfasted, and I could see, on regaining the coach, that uncle and

aunt had a satisfactory exchange of words on the subject. We got to the

Rectory in Kent in time for dinner, at which I was the object of great

and devoted attention of both, especially of my aunt.

Our previous long journey made an early retreat to bed a necessity for

all of us. They both conducted me with much _empressement_ to my

bedroom, a very comfortable one, having a communication at one end with

a corridor, and, on the right-hand side entering, another door

communicating with my uncle’s dressing-and bathroom, and these opening

into their bedroom, which had a similar dressing room on the other side

fitted up with wardrobes for female gear, and dedicated to my aunt’s

sole use. I was left to a quiet night’s rest, which I most thoroughly

enjoyed, and slept profoundly until late in the morning. I was awakened

by my uncle drawing all the clothes off me. Of course, I was rampant, as

usual. He gazed for a moment or two without speaking at my enormous cock

at full stand. He then said it was nine o’clock, and breakfast was

ready, that he had not liked to disturb me sooner, as I was in so sound

a slumber, but now it was time for me to get up.

“I see,” he added, “that your doodle, as you call it, has got the

hardness you spoke of yesterday.”

Then he laid hold of it, and gently squeezed it—it filled his grasp. He

evidently enjoyed the pleasure of handling it, but contented himself

with saying that my aunt must see to giving me some remedy the next day,

when she should come and inspect it in the morning, so as to see how

hard it was, and how it hurt me.

I replied that it would be very kind of aunt, but what would she think

of my showing my doodle to her; mamma had told me, when I slept in her

room, always to piddle in a corner, and never let anyone see it.