He laughed again, and said—

“I shall speak to your aunt, and we shall see—we shall see; but get up

now, we shall find your aunt waiting for us. So make haste and dress;

come downstairs, you will find us in the dining room.”

He left me, and I could hear him laughing to himself, as he walked along

the corridor, doubtless at my apparent innocent simplicity. I saw at

once that I should be called upon to show myself a man next day; but I

already felt the advantage of the advice both my admirable mistresses

had given me, as to making all new conquests believe that they had my

first fruits. I determined to adhere to the game I was playing, and I

foresaw that the pleasure of supporting such a thing would greatly

enhance the delight aunt would naturally take in being fucked by my

really monstrous cock. I was soon down to breakfast, and was most warmly

embraced by my gloriously beautiful aunt, who, in a graceful dishabille,

looked more charming than ever. She hugged me for more than a minute in

her arms, and devoured me with kisses. I have no doubt the doctor had

recounted our interview, and by the sparkle of her eye, and the flush on

her face, as she so closely embraced me, she showed that already her

passions were excited, and she was longing for the hour in which she

could indulge them. However, all that day, they were kept under

restraint. The doctor had some parish business to attend to, and aunt

leaving me for an hour after breakfast, while she attended to some

necessary household affairs, afterwards took me all over the house and

grounds, and then we had a walk through the village. The house was one

of those snug rectory houses situated in their own grounds which abound

in England, but few have so glorious a prospect as was seen from the

front of the house. Leeds, in Kent, is situated on the ridge of hills

running east and west, and commanding views over the rich and beautiful

weald of Kent. The rectory faced the south, and the ground falling

rapidly beyond the garden left a splendid landscape in full view.

Although close to the village and the church, both were planted out by a

thick belt of evergreen trees, which extended to north and east,

sheltering the house and grounds from every adverse wind. The house

itself was very commodious, but unassuming. The south front had a large

projecting half-circle, with three windows in it and a window on each

side of the half-circle; this formed the drawing room below and my

uncle’s bedroom, and two dressing rooms above. To the right, looking at

the house, there was a wing with an open-arched passage leading to a

greenhouse and vinery, while above ran a suite of three rooms, each with

one good-sized window overlooking the garden. These were the three rooms

kept for the same number of young gentlemen who might be taken in for

preparation for the University—a number the doctor never exceeded. Of

these rooms I was at present the only occupant. They were built so as to

be shut off from all the rest of the house by a door on the landing,

leading into the corridor, from which a door communicated with the

doctor’s dressing room, and with each of the three rooms. At the end was

a water closet for general use. I have already mentioned the first of

these rooms had a second door of communication with the doctor’s

dressing room, and this was appropriated to me. Below these rooms, but

looking north, and communicating with the village by a covered way and

having a playground into which it looked, was the schoolroom, taking up

about half the space of the rooms above. Beyond the covered way to the

village was a quiet garden square, into which the doctor’s study looked.

This study was separated by a passage from the schoolroom, and had

double baize doors both on the house and schoolroom sides. It was in

fact the doctor’s sanctum sanctorum, of which more will be told in the

sequel. In this manner the schoolroom part of the house was quite shut

off from the rest, and was nowhere overlooked. To return to the

habitable part. The west front contained a small library, opening from

the drawing room, and beyond a comfortable dining room, communicating

with the kitchen and offices, which overlooked the courtyard of the

entrance to the house, above these were the domestics’ bedrooms, &c. The

entrance was from the north into a handsome entrance-hall, with a good

broad staircase leading to the upper landing, which, turning westward,

led to three extra bedrooms above the library and dining room. It was

thus a very convenient house and well-adapted for a clergyman adding

scholastic duties to his other ministrations. I forgot to say that the

first bedroom, in the west wing, had a door of communication with my

aunt’s dressing room, which I afterwards found had often served for

amorous propensities by making it the bedroom of some favoured lover.

The grounds were charmingly laid out with a profusion of flowers. There

was a perfectly shaded walk in the east shrubbery leading from the

greenhouse down to a most charming summer house overlooking the very

finest prospect, and perfectly secure from all observation. It was

furnished very appropriately for amorous purposes, the couches being

low, broad, and with patent spring-cushions. In the sequel it was the

scene of many a bout of lubricity. My aunt took me through all that I

have described. When we arrived at the summer house, I could see that it

was with difficulty she restrained her great desire to possess me; I

would most willingly have rushed into her longing arms, and fucked her

to her heart’s content, but prudence withheld. I had undertaken to act a

part, and must go through with it. No doubt aunt was withheld by a

similar motive. She and the doctor had resolved that nothing to alarm my

modesty—heaven save the mark!—was to be attempted till the next morning.

So with a deep sigh she led me away from the summer house into the

village, where we met the doctor, and returned to luncheon. After

luncheon the doctor took me for a walk again through the picturesque

village along the ridge of hills, to enjoy the beautiful views of Leeds

Castle, the doctor giving me very many interesting historical details

connected with it. After a most pleasant and lengthened walk we returned

in time to dress for dinner. I found that one of the rules of the house

was that no matter, whether alone or with company the doctor invariably

insisted on regular evening costume at dinner-time. This has many

advantages. In the first place it gives at least half an hour’s

occupation, an object in itself worth something to persons living in the

country, and then it gives a _cachet_ or rather _chic_ to your dinner

party, however small it may be, and is in itself a certain amount of

restraint on excessive exuberance of spirits, and thus may be considered

as a disciplinary element of education tending to keep up that reserve

and self-restraint characteristic of Englishmen.

Beyond a marked attention to me in every way, our dinner and evening

passed without anything worthy of record. I was evidently high in their

favour, probably for the reason that both began to have great hopes that

I would serve their purpose in every way. We retired early to rest, and

I thus obtained three nights of uninterrupted rest, recruiting me after

all the excesses I had indulged in before quitting home. It was so far

fortunate, that I was thus ready to satisfy the strong passions of my

aunt, who was insatiable when once her lust was let loose. I awoke

earlier than on the previous morning, and shortly afterwards, hearing a

movement in the doctor’s dressing room, I feigned sleep. It was as I

expected, the doctor coming to me in company with my aunt. They

approached my bedside. I had laid myself on my back purposely to allow

the thin summer-covering to be lifted up and bulged out by my

stiff-standing pego. I heard the doctor whisper to aunt, to draw her

attention to it. She gently slipped her hand under the clothes, and

grasped it in her soft fat fingers, upon which it throbbed so violently

that I thought it politic to waken at once. My aunt was not at all put

out, but held it still in her hand with a gentle pressure. She said—

“My dear nephew, your uncle has brought me to see if I cannot relieve

the extreme hardness and pain you feel in this immense thing of yours.

Let me see it.”

She now threw off the coverlet, and brought to light my large prick in

all the glory of the stiffest stand.

“My word! what a monster!” she cried.

Her eyes sparkled, and her face flushed as the sight met her full gaze.

The doctor approached, and also handled it with evident delight.

“My dear, will you be able to put it into your natural warm bath? It is

so very large!”

“Oh! I have not the slightest doubt but that I shall be able to soothe

and deliver it of all pain—poor fellow, how it throbs! Does it hurt

much, dear Charles?”

“Oh, yes; your hand seems to make it even harder than before, but, at

the same time makes me feel so very queer, as if I were going to faint.

Do relieve me, dear auntie, the doctor says you can if you like.”

“I will do so, certainly, my dear boy; but the method is a great secret,

known only to your uncle and myself; and you must assure me you will

never mention it to anyone, or tell how I cured you. It is only my

strong affection for you that makes me anxious to do anything I can to

relieve you. Do you promise to be discreet?”

“My dear aunt, you may be sure I shall be too much obliged to you ever

to think of revealing your great kindness. Do, pray, do it at once; I

feel so queer, and I am bursting with pain.”

“Well, then, make room for me beside you, and I shall lie down; the

doctor will cover us up, and I shall soon reduce the stiffness.”

She got into bed, lay down on her back, pulled the sheet over us, laying

bare her splendid belly, and, at the same time, opening her magnificent

limbs and desiring me to get upon her, telling me she had a sheath in

her body, which, when my hard doodle was put within, would soon relieve

it of its stiffness. I got awkwardly upon her. She seized my standing

prick, and placing its knob between the already very moist lips, told me

to push it in as far as it would go. It glided into its delicious sheath

up to the cod piece in a moment.

“Oh, heavens!” I cried, “how nice! Dear, dear, auntie, what shall I do

now, I feel as if I were going to die.”

My apparent innocence seemed to add to her pleasure. She threw the sheet

that covered us on one side, and with arms and legs clasped round my

body, begged me to move my bottom up and down, so as to make my doodle

go in and out. I followed her directions, and she seconded me with rare

art, squeezing my instrument with wonderful pressures as I withdrew and

she retired, to meet again the up and down shock with the most

lascivious delight. I felt the hand of the doctor embracing my testicles

and gently pressing them. I became aware that the crisis was

approaching, and shoved home with a cry of rapture, but remembering my

part, I exclaimed—

“Oh, I am dying, dear aunt; oh! oh! stop! stop! I—can’t—can’t—bear it.”

I sank away, but could hear aunt murmuring—

“Dear, darling, delicious boy, I never had such a glorious prick in me,

or a better fuck before. I fear the dear child has fainted from the

excess of pleasure, and the newness of the sensation, but his glorious

prick still throbs deliciously within me—only feel its root, doctor, how

stiff it is.”

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