CONTENTS

Aunt Brownlow—Harry Dale—Mrs. Dale and Ellen—Mrs. D.—Ellen—Mrs. D., Dr.

Brownlow, and Harry

After the luncheon, which closed the last volume, a churchwarden

occupied uncle for about an hour. When he had left off, uncle proposed a

walk in the garden. I could see at once what this was meant to lead to,

as he almost immediately turned in the direction of the summer house.

When we got there he sat down on the couch, and begged me to sit beside

him. He opened the subject at once by saying—

“My dear Charlie, I am very much pleased that your aunt has opened your

eyes to the real nature of our actions with you, which your simple

innocence had imagined to be a mere kindly relief to the overgorged

vessels of your virile member. Accident might have made you acquainted

with this through some less interested channel, and you might have

innocently betrayed your future position. I believe you to possess a

large fund of good sense and discretion, and the advice I shall give you

as to the conduct to pursue in future will not only be received with

confidence as meant for your future good, but listened to attentively

and acted upon. The world, my dear boy, and by that I mean Society in

general, condemns the practices we have lately been indulging in with

you. Their narrow prejudices ignore the fact that nature alone prompts

to these delightful acts, and that the great God of nature gifted us

with the powers necessary for their performance. But, as the world has

chosen to brand them with its censure, men of prudence, like myself,

whilst apparently conforming outwardly to such stupid prejudices, know

how in secret to fully enjoy them. I am blessed in your darling aunt

with a wife who fully understands and humours my desires. She is rarely

splendid in the glorious beauties of her body, and in temperament hot as

the most erotic of our sex could desire. Even in your ignorance you must

have felt the wonderful power of conferring carnal ecstatic pleasure she

possesses, and have heard how, in the energy of her passion, she allowed

her lust to betray her into the use of grossly bawdy terms, but which,

as they have enlightened you when best prepared to receive such

knowledge, is rather fortunate than otherwise. I speak thus frankly to

you, my dear boy, because I have found you of a rare facility in giving

and receiving erotic pleasures, and of a temperament worthy of the

descent from the same stock as your aunt. You are worthy of each other,

and formed to enjoy to the utmost each other’s carnal delights, and I

bless my happy star that has brought you both under my own roof.

Henceforth there must be no secrets between us. It was at my earnest

wish that your aunt relieved you; and, of course I had my own object in

view. In the first place I require some extra excitement to be able

myself to indulge in these delightful combats in love’s domain. You and

your aunt’s copulations were to me more exciting than you can imagine.

You will have observed, too, what is the real quarter to which, when

excited, I pay my devoirs. Glorious as is the backside of your

incomparable aunt, your young charms, virgin in that respect, excited me

still more. I began by gentle touches, and then tried the insertion of

my finger, when I saw you were far too busy operating within the orbit

of your lustful and lusty aunt to observe or even feel what I was doing.

I found a facility about your bottom as perfect for enjoyment as your

truly magnificent prick or cock was fitted for operating in its way. It

was then I suggested to your aunt to mount upon you, and afterwards made

you aware that your aunt possessed another aperture which could equally

well allay what you then looked upon as a source of pain. My object was

to lead you to the same point. Your innocent docility lent itself with

easy simplicity to all my desires. I saw that you entered readily into

your aunt’s glorious bum-hole, and allowed me to work with two fingers

in your own. Finding that it rather gave you pleasure than otherwise, I

proposed to abate my own stiffness in your bottom. Your affectionate

docility enabled me to obtain unfailing ecstasy. Your after-fucking of

me, while I was in my wife’s bottom, conferred the utmost erotic bliss

upon me, as you have experienced when operating and being operated upon.

These—these are the moments of a felicity your stupid prejudiced

worldlings know nothing of; and these are the pleasures which, now that

we have initiated you into all their secret mysteries, we will enjoy to

the utmost. To the true votaries of these love orgies grossness of

language is a stimulant to passion.

Fuck-frig—bugger—cunt—prick—ballocks—bubbies—arse-hole—are all sacred

words only to be pronounced when in the exercise of love’s mysteries. At

all other times a guarded decency of word, act, and gesture is

imperative, as enhancing the delight of an unbridled vocabulary in the

voluptuary of raging lust. I shall from time to time inculcate sage

precepts on this point—enough for the present. Let us now indulge in

mutual embraces.”

So ending, he took me in his arms and glued his lips to mine. Our

tongues met. Both our hands wandered, his on my prick, which immediately

responded to the touch, my hand was placed on his prick, but which was

only at half-cock. I rapidly unbuttoned, and brought it forth, then

stooping I took it in my mouth, and sucked it and fingered the root with

my hand. Then passing my other hand below, I sought to penetrate with my

finger into the interior of his fundament. He rose to a standing

position to enable me to enter his anus more easily. His prick quickly

standing fiercely showed how much I excited him. I ceased not until he

was in an agony of pleasure—forcing my head down on his prick until it

entered almost completely into my mouth, and shooting his sperm right

down my throat. I continued to suck and frig him until I produced

somewhat of a restiffening of his prick. He begged me to rise, that he

might take mine in his mouth, desiring me at the same time to take off

my trousers and lie down on the couch. I did so. He knelt at my side,

and first handling and examining it with loudly expressed admiration of

my noble weapon, he took its head in his mouth, and then with his hand

on its lower shaft, and finger up my fundament, brought on a similar

crisis as that I had produced on himself. He just as greedily swallowed

all. I had allowed my hand to fall down by the side of the couch, where

it encountered his prick, which had resumed its pristine vigour.

“Come my dear uncle,” said I, “and let us put it into its favourite

corner.”

I rose, and kneeling, turned my backside full in his face. He stooped,

caressed, kissed, and tongued the rosy orifice. With the plentiful

saliva with which the operation of sucking my prick had filled his

mouth, he moistened my bum-hole and his own prick, and then easily

glided up to the hilt within my delighted backside. Resting for a while

in all the ecstasies of insertion, which I heightened by my internal

pressures, he seized my prick which had stood again at once at the

pleasing sensation occasioned by the introduction of his prick in my

bottom. Thus frigging my prick and fucking my arse, with occasional

pauses to lengthen out our pleasures, he at last brought matters to a

most exquisite termination, and died away in cries of joy as we poured

forth a mutual torrent of sperm. Uncle continued soaking in all the

blissful after-sensations, which I did everything in my power to enhance

by the delight-giving pressures of my sphincter muscle. When he withdrew

and rose to his legs, he helped me up, and drew me to his bosom, and we

had a long kiss of gratified desire, tongueing each other the while, and

handling our ballocks with mutual gratification. My uncle was profuse in

his praises of my docility and aptitude, declaring that his pederastic

enjoyment of my person excelled all he had ever experienced in his long

practice of the habit, and my delicious sideways wriggle was superior to

the very fine bum-fucking his adorable wife had the art of giving him:

then there was the further excitement of handling the very finest prick

he had ever met with.

“It is no flattery to you, my dear Charles,” he said, “but mere justice

to its superb dimensions and admirable power.”

Here he stopped, and sucked anew its reeking head, getting a few more

drops out. We then purified ourselves—a basin with water was kept in a

small cupboard purposely for such occasion, for I afterwards learned the

place had been the scene of innumerable contests of the same kind with

aunt and other boys. Having readjusted our disordered habiliments, we

left the grounds, and took a long quiet walk in the fields; the good

doctor inculcating admirable advice to me, whom he considered an

innocent tyro in love’s ways. Nevertheless, all he taught me only

strengthened my high opinion of the wisdom of dear Mrs. Benson, and the

adorable Frankland, whose opinion of what was likely to happen to me at

the rectory had been so quickly realised. We returned in time to dress

for dinner. The evening passed as the previous ones. I was conducted to

my room, and left alone to recruit my forces by a quiet night’s rest. I

may here incidentally mention that it was a rule of uncle and aunt, very

rarely departed from, to send their favourites to their lonely couches

as a means of restoring their powers, and reinvigorating them for

daylight encounters—both the dear creatures loving to have the fullest

daylight on all the charms of their participants in pleasure, at the

same time yielding an equally undisguised inspection of their own. This

was their principle reason, but they also considered it advisable as a

restorative, and a useful precaution not to overstrain the energies of

the youths they both so much enjoyed. My late experiences at home had

already taught me the advantage and utility of a quiet night’s rest

after frequent contests in the fields of Venus and Juno.

I slept on this occasion with a deep and continuous slumber, until I was

awakened by my uncle, who came to summon me to the arms of his wife,

who, in the splendour of her full-blown charms awaited me in her own

bed, naked as the day she was born. Her arms outstretched, she invited

me to the full enjoyment of her glorious person. The doctor drew my

nightshirt over my head, and in a moment I was locked in the close

embrace of that superb creature. We were both too hot to wait for

further preliminaries, but went at it in furious haste, and rapidly paid

our first tribute to the god of love. The doctor had acted postillion to

both of us, with a finger up each anus. The exquisite pressures of my

aunt’s cunt reinvigorated me almost without a pause, and we proceeded at

once to run a second course. Uncle got three fingers into her divine

bottom-hole, as her legs were thrown over my waist, and her immense

buttocks well thrown up enabled him to have full play between the cheeks

of her backside. This double operation made the dear lascivious creature

spend again in a very few movements, and giving her hardly time to

finish her discharge, I fucked on with double force, and with prick as

hard as wood, as fast I could work. This furious onset, which was the

most exciting thing she knew of, rapidly caused a third discharge. To

prevent my own prick from spending too quickly, I held somewhat back;

then again we went at it fast and furious, and the dear lustful

creature, with cries of joy, spent again with me, and fainted from

excess of pleasure; but her glorious cunt continued to throb on my

delighted prick, as if it would nip it off by the roots. I never met

with so lusciously large a cunt, or one with a greater power of

pressure. She could quite hold even an exhausted prick a complete

prisoner in these most delicious and velvety folds. Great as was the

power of Miss Frankland’s cunt in that way, aunt beat her. I may here

mention an occurrence that took place some time after this period. It

was during a rare opportunity from an accidental absence of the doctor,

when I was sleeping with my gloriously beautiful aunt. I had fucked her

to her heart’s content before we slept, and again on waking, in full

daylight, after which we rose to relieve our natural wants. I laid

myself down on the floor, that I might completely see my dear aunt

piddle from her splendid cunt. It was a glorious sight, which instantly

fired my passions and was at once followed by a fuck on the floor, my

aunt’s enormous backside being quite cushion enough, and we enjoyed the

novelty of the thing amazingly. She was loud in her praises of my

indefatigable prick, which, with its vigour and superb dimensions, was

beyond all she had ever seen or felt, and just fitted her large and

luscious cunt, which had never before been so well filled. This remark

reminded me of a desire I had long had to have a thorough investigation

of that immense and splendid object. I expressed a wish to that effect.

“My darling boy, anything you like, you could not have a better

opportunity, my legs point to the window, so you have the fullest

sight—look, feel, frig, fuck, or bugger, all is at your free

disposition—only give me a pillow from the bed, as the floor is too hard

for me to continue so long as you are likely to be.”

I jumped up and gave her two pillows. Then laying her limbs wide open,

with knees bent, the magnificence of that luscious cunt lay in all its

grandeur before me. I have before described what a large, but splendidly

proportioned woman she was—small feet, and clear-run ankles, large, but

admirably turned calves, very small knees, above which rose the very

finest and fleshiest of thighs, worthy supporters of what I have already

described as the largest and finest backside my eyes ever lighted on.

Immense hips, and wonderfully and naturally small waist, above which

were her superb, large, fine, and firm bubbies that stood out when

naked, as hard and firm as those of the youngest of women; a charming

neck, and well-posed head with most pleasing and beautiful features

crowned the whole. Her arms were superb, and equal in proportion to her

other grand and splendid limbs. The flesh was of the most delicious

creamy white, without a spot or a blemish. The hair of the head,

plentiful in the extreme, and so long and thick that when undone it fell

all around her and below her superb buttocks, so that she could shake it

out all round, and completely hide her nakedness. Often and often has

she allowed me to pose her in every way, and shake it out all over her,

and well she might, for no matter how often I might have fucked her

previously, it was sure to produce at least three more encounters, one

of which was always in her backside, a most favourite way with her and

which she declared was by far the most pleasurable provided the other

aperture had been previously well fucked. With such a taste, of course,

her greatest pleasure was to have two pricks in her at once, the _ne

plus ultra_ of erotic satisfaction. To return to the inspection I was

about to describe, which was really the first at my full disposition,

for although I had often gamahuched, felt and seen the beautiful object,

it was when my passions were excited, and when the gratification of lust

alone prompted me, a state of mind opposed to close observation of

natural beauties. Now, repeated tributes to the god of lust had cooled

my ardour for the moment, and left me to the perfect enjoyment of the

sight before me, with the temper to inspect its full-blown beauties in

the minutest way. I have said before that my aunt had one of the

broadest, most prominent, and most beautiful mounts of Venus that I ever

saw. It was thickly covered with beautiful silky fair curls, which did

not hinder you from seeing her exquisite skin below. The sweep round, to

pass between her thighs, was bold and graceful. In the middle was a well

defined semi-circular depression, from whence the large, thick and

beautifully pouting lips of her cunt commenced, which in her present

position lay partially open. You could just see where the clitoris lay

snug. I have already observed that this was not largely developed, nor

were the inner labia of her cunt at all projecting, indeed, they were

not visible, unless her legs, with bent knees, were stretched apart, as

at present. On each side of these luscious pouting lips, and the long

immense pinky gash, was a triangle of considerable space, such, in fact,

as is only to be seen in a woman of the splendidly large proportions of

my aunt; this was covered as much as her mount with fair silky curls,

which ran down to her beautiful corrugated and rosy bottom-hole. Nothing

could be finer or more beautiful than the sight, as she thus lay fully

exposing every part in the broadest daylight. After handling and

admiring all, I laid the lips well back and apart, and there they kept

open. Nothing could be more charming than the interior of that most

enchanting cunt, of an exquisite salmon-pink in colour, nothing was out

of order. The clitoris, which bulged out in excitement from my touches

of all the parts around, lay first in the upper partition of the pouting

lips; then became below, slightly open, a charming entrance to the

urethra, larger than usual, to allow the mighty rush of waters to pour

from it when piddling; below this was the opening of the vagina, which I

parted with my fingers, and could see even to the corrugated sides of

that exquisite pleasure-giving sheath; then followed some sinuosity of

pinky flesh, whose duty it was to stretch to allow the largest prick to

penetrate. Half-an-inch beyond was the rosy orifice of her bottom. Such

was the exquisite scene before my delighted eyes. I proceeded with my

internal examination. Thrusting in three fingers of each hand, I forced

open by literal pressure the lips, until I could see to a depth of four

or five inches. It was a most beautiful sight. The sheath appeared to

have ribs running round it about half-an-inch apart, and I could see

they were the means of causing the exquisite pressures her cunt could so

ecstatically exercise. Indeed, excited by my _attouchements_, I could

see them contracting and relaxing. It was, doubtless, these ribs that

seemed to exercise a sort of peristaltic motion on the prick, when

reposing at full stand in that glorious cunt. I was able so widely to

open this splendid vagina that I thought I would try to get my hand

altogether in. Projecting my fingers forward, with the first and fourth

drawn under the middle ones and the thumb between, I pushed them

forward, and as the whole cunt was reeking with my last discharge, and

was well lubricated, I glided on; there was a little difficulty at the

knuckles, but I exerted a slight, gentle pressure, and in all went. Aunt

winced a little, and asked what I was doing. I told her.

“It is all in, my darling?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

She closed upon it, and squeezed it quite hard.

“Oh, how nice!” she exclaimed, “push it further in.”

I advanced, and could feel the end of her womb, which appeared like

three points to fingers and the thumb drawn together, and looked at

endways is something like what it felt—of course, without the nails.

Aunt asked me if I could double my fist where it was. I had no

difficulty, as the part yielded to the greater bulk. Aunt cried out—

“My darling boy, that is delicious; push it further in.”

I did so, and began working within her, backwards and forwards. She

wriggled her splendid backside in ecstasy, and before I had made a dozen

movements, poured down upon my hand and arm a torrent of almost boiling

liquid, and went off with a cry of enjoyment. Her arms and legs relaxed,

and she lay quite still in the utmost after-enjoyment, but with a

pressure on my arm and fist quite wonderful. Knowing how she liked the

movement to be continued at such a moment, I worked in and out slowly.

She soon recovered, and again seconded my movements, and again went off

in all the fury of lust, accompanied with shouts of excitement, urging

faster movements, and again went off in all the fury of her most

libidinous nature, and spent most profusely. All this had now brought me

into as furious a state as herself. I wanted to withdraw and substitute

my prick, not only from the state of excitement I was in, but also to

experience the effects of such a well-stretched cunt upon my

lesser-sized weapon. But so tight did my aunt hold my imprisoned hand

that I could not withdraw. I begged her to let it go, as I wanted to

fuck her instantly, but she prayed me to give her one more of such

exquisite manoeuvres, it was a joy beyond anything she had ever before

experienced, so she begged her darling boy to join. On I went as she

desired, and a more exciting picture of furious lust never met my sight.

I helped her final discharge by thrusting two fingers in her bum-hole.

Never shall I forget the grip she gave my arm and fingers when she

spent. It was positively painful, and showed the enormous force of

passionate lust. She went off in such a fury of excitement that I

thought she had fainted outright. But her pressures continued all the

time. It was long before she recovered her senses, and my arm was

aching, and my prick bursting. At last she exclaimed—

“Oh! where am I? I have been in paradise.”

“Dear aunt,” I cried, “do let me out. I am bursting to fuck you, and I

can’t get my arm out, if you don’t relax your grip of my wrist.”

“I can’t help it, my dear boy, it is involuntary, put your other hand on

my mount, and pull steadily, but not with a jerk.”

I did so, and really it required considerable force to withdraw it,

notwithstanding I had previously unclenched my hand. I jumped

immediately upon her, and at one bound plunged into that vast cavity, up

to the cods. It immediately closed upon me, and tight as she usually

held me, she really appeared to do so this time tighter than ever, so

wonderfully gifted was that longest, highest, and most luscious cunt I

ever fucked. You may easily imagine the rapid ending of such raging

lust. I spent with cries more like the braying of a donkey than any

other sound, and then lay like one dead on that glorious belly, with

head reposing between the firm and splendid bubbies, aunt clasping me to

her bosom, panting with all it had just granted. We lay long in ecstatic

trance of the delicious after-sensations. Our mutual internal throbbings

gradually re-excited all our passions. With renewed ardour I quickly

made my lascivious and libidinous aunt spend again on my delighted

prick, which kept ramming at her during the swoon-like pause which

spending produced; she had taught me this was exquisite delight to her.

She soon resumed the full swing of her lust, but suddenly stopping,

said—

“Charlie, my darling, withdraw, and shove it in behind.” She quickly

turned round, with great agility, prompted by the excess of her desires.

I was behind her in an instant, and as my prick was reeking with the

fuck she had just so plentifully bedewed it with, and the divine lower

orifice had also received its tricklings, I had no difficulty in pushing

firmly but not too forcibly right up to the meeting of her stupendous

buttocks and my belly. She sighed deeply with delight, when she felt me

fully imbedded, and began the delicious side wriggle, while I remained

for some minutes quiet, that I might enjoy the superb beauty of those

mighty orbs, in all their play of passion. Aunt grew furious with lust.

Her hand was actively frigging both clitoris and cunt. She called out to

me to shove on; two or three thrusts on my part, and the dear, lecherous

creature again poured down her nature. I paused to restrain my own

discharge, but made my prick throb within its most exquisite sheath,

which never ceased responding most deliriously. It was but for a minute

or two, when my own fierce passion drove me to very energetic action. My

delighted aunt seconded my movements, fast and furious grew our sport,

until, with cries of the wildest lust, we both spent deliciously

together. I sank on her glorious bottom and back, and by embracing her

superb bubbies with both hands, until her exquisite pressures again

renewed my forces, and drove me on to another delightful career, in

which again the hot lust of my aunt drew down from her several

discharges to my one. At last we sank both together, in all the joys of

fully satiated desire. Again I lay for some time on that broad and

beauteous back, until aunt said I must withdraw, as she had great

natural want. I instantly withdrew, out he came with a loud plop,

followed immediately by a tremendous succession of farts. Aunt professed

to be quite horrified, but I only burst into a loud fit of laughter and

told the dear creature to fart, piss, or shit, whenever she felt

inclined, I should only love her the better. She said she must at once

do the latter, and was running off to the water closet as soon as she

could hurry on some clothes. But I drew out the chamber, and begged her

to sit down there at once. It would give me pleasure and excite me as

well. She was too hard pressed to hesitate, so sitting down, she had a

“hell of a let-fly” as a military friend of mine used to say. I stooped

over her back, caressed her bubbies and when she turned up her delighted

face, our lips were glued together in a loving kiss, while my nose

sniffed the really delicious odour that came from her. When she had

done, she begged me to hand her a towel to wipe herself.

“No, no, my darling aunt, nothing of the sort; stoop down forward on to

your knees, and I will lick the delicious orifice clean with my tongue.”

She laughed, kissed me, and told me I was a darling boy, just after her

own heart, but hardly expected I had already acquired the tastes of my

uncle, the rector, whose letch lay in that practice. She let herself

down on her knees as her sublime arse raised itself from the pot, and

stooping her head low down, presented her immense buttocks before me,

with the chink between well-stretched open. I move the pot on one side,

threw myself on hands and knees, and eagerly kissing the exquisite

orifice, greedily licked it clean, and thrusting my tongue well within,

rolled it about, to the great delight of dear aunt, whose passions were

instantly aroused, and her divine backside began to wriggle. I shoved my

thumb up her cunt, and frigged until she spent. Meanwhile my own unruly

member had become distended to his full size, and was throbbing with

desire. So raising my body erect, I brought him again to the rosy

orifice I had just been tongueing, and to my aunt’s infinite delight,

again housed him as far as he could go, and again began active

operations, which I continued until aunt’s lasciviousness again made her

spend. I paused a little after this, or otherwise I should have gone off

myself. Stooping over the glorious bottom, I replaced her hand with my

own, and began frigging her clitoris, till her passions, again excited,

made her begin ecstatic movements, in which I joined until the grand

crisis seized us both together, ushered in with cries of joy. We spent,

and sank down sideways on the floor in quite a death swoon of ecstatic

and satisfied lust. Here we lay quite exhausted for some time. At last

aunt let me out, and begged me to rise.

“I must purify you, my darling boy, as you did me.” And seizing my limp

prick in her mouth she sucked it clean, until she began to feel symptoms

of the resurrection of the flesh. She hastily rose, and said—

“No, Charlie, you have done far too much tonight. I must see you to your

bed, that you may get at least a couple of hours sleep.”

She took up my nightshirt, threw it over me, led me to my bedroom,

tenderly embraced me, and thanked me for such a night of pleasure as she

had never in all her life enjoyed the equal. Then locking me in, she

retired to her own bed. It may well be supposed that after such

exertions, I slept the sleep of the just for many hours. My aunt had

frequently come to look at me, but seeing me in so sound a slumber,

would not have me disturbed—a politic proceeding, as it resulted in a

fuller indulgence in the summer house that day than would have happened

if my powers had not been restored by refreshing sleep.

This kind of life had been going on for nearly three weeks. The doctor

became less easy to move. One morning I had fucked my aunt twice; the

doctor’s prick at the end of the second had stiffened to about half

stand. I took it into my mouth, which, with handling his ballocks and

postillioning his bottom-hole, brought him up to the full standard. He

proposed to bugger aunt while I did the same kind office to himself. A

caprice seized me, and I proposed, on the contrary, that we should both

fuck aunt’s capacious cunt at once. Aunt, for form’s sake, cried out

against it, but the idea tickled the fancy of my uncle, who would not

only enjoy all the beauties of my aunt’s glorious backside in motion,

but could postillion her as well. So I lay down on my back, aunt mounted

me, and presented her splendid bum to the attack of her excited husband.

He first thrust his prick up to the hilt in her luscious and

well-bedewed cunt; when well lubricated, he withdrew, to allow me to

make my place in full possession, then bringing his stiff-standing prick

against the root of mine, pressing it well down, he gently shoved

forward, and gradually sheathed himself within the well-stretched and

capacious orbit of my aunt, who winced a little in pretended pain, but

who, by the grip she immediately gave to the double fuck within her,

showed how much gratified she was. After a pause of enjoyment, I gave

the signal for exact joint movements, both pulling out gently, and

sliding slowly in again. Two or three thrusts, aided by the doctor’s

finger in her bottom-hole, sufficed to make dear lecherous aunt spend

profusely. We increased our speed, but still not fast, which quickly

reawakened all aunt’s lust. Before we ourselves were ready, the dear

lascivious creature again poured down her nature, boiling hot, on our

delighted pricks. This produced such excitement upon us that we could no

longer restrain our own desire to come to the ecstatic conclusion. Our

movements became more rapid. We each felt the electric-like sensation of

the approaching crisis. Aunt doubly felt the influence of our increasing

speed and hardness, and was as ready as ourselves to pour down the

tribute to the goddess of love or lust, holy Mother Venus. The novelty,

the pressure, and the excess of pleasure declared itself in the loud

cries of the last crisis, as we all died away in the enrapturing

sensations produced by the intense satisfaction our desires had

experienced. We lay long wrapped in the after-ecstasy; aunt’s delicious

internal movements began again. The doctor’s prick had shrunk to a merry

piece of inanimate dough, and he withdrew, begging us at the same time

to change our position, and let him enjoy seeing me attack my aunt in

rear. This inflamed me at once. Aunt rolled from off me. I took my place

behind, and we ran a most delicious course, rendered much more excitable

to me by the introduction of uncle’s two fingers up my fundament, which

kept time with my action in the delicious aperture of my aunt’s most

superb and glorious backside, the movements of which beneath my

delighted gaze had not been the least stimulating part of the enjoyment.

The crisis was most ecstatic, and I sank exhausted on her broad buttocks

and beautiful back, to clasp her lovingly in my arms and sob out bawdy

terms of the warmest endearment. The doctor, who had very much enjoyed

the sight, but who pointed out the sadly downcast state of his prick,

which had been in no wise excited by the scene, said to his wife—

“My darling, we must have recourse to the grand remedy, I will also

initiate dear Charlie into a new mystery of love, of which he can have

no idea.”

I guessed at once what he meant, but professing extreme ignorance, I

begged him to tell me what it was. Aunt rose and said—

“My darling, your uncle requires his blood to be excited by flogging his

buttocks with a birch rod.”

“How odd,” said I, “I never felt anything but the severest pain when I

was flogged, and I took precious good care not to deserve it again. How

then can it excite?”

“You shall see, my dear.”

She opened her wardrobe and produced a formidable rod of fine fresh-cut

birch twigs. The doctor begged me to lie down on my back—he got over me,

and we commenced sucking each other’s pricks. Mine stood at once, as the

doctor, in addition to sucking, thrust a couple of fingers up my

bottom-hole, and frigged away as fast as he sucked. The doctor’s

buttocks were left at the mercy of aunt, who flogged away at them with

no gentle hand. I spent before the doctor could quite get his prick to

standing point, but the copious torrent I poured into his mouth, and his

after-suction on my prick, in addition to the red raw state of his

buttocks, at last brought him up to full stand. He wanted to put it into

me when ready, but aunt said that as flogger she had herself become

greatly excited, and must have it herself.

“While this dear prick,” throwing herself on it, and sucking it, “shall

fuck me at the same time.”

I was quite ready, and she straddled across me, and guided my now

longing prick into her luscious cunt. She soon stopped, and we tongued

each other while the doctor was mounting to the assault on her delicious

bottom-hole. As soon as he was housed, we began another charming course,

in which aunt, as usual, spent frequently before our less lecherous

natures were ready to join in one general and exquisite discharge. We

went off in furies of delighted lust, and then sank exhausted in the

delicious after-sensation. We long lay in the sweet inanition and luxury

of satiated lust. At last we disconnected ourselves, rose, and laved

each other with cold water, more as a restorative than as a

purification. Aunt and I had two bouts after—one in front and one

behind. The doctor would not allow a fresh application of the birch, as

he said it would only produce so great an exhaustion as would require

days to restore. I retired after this, but ever afterwards the doctor

was regularly birched before he could even copulate once. Sometimes he

required to flog my aunt’s glorious bum to excite his fading powers,

declaring that it was almost as exciting as being flogged. He even gave

it me gently, although I hardly ever required it, but I professed my

surprise at its efficiency.

The holidays were at an end, but I was as yet the only boarder. There

were, however, some twenty or thirty youths from the neighbourhood, who

were day scholars at the doctor’s school. Among these the doctor had his

pick in the flogging way, but he never allowed them to know anything of

our other proceedings, or to imagine that the birching which took place

was otherwise than as a punishment for faults or inattention. However, I

was generally the chosen companion of these whippings, in which I acted

as horse, or holder of the boy to be flogged. Of course I took good care

to expose as much as possible their lovely cocks, as well as their plump

bottoms, and as this excited me as well as the doctor, it often ended,

after the culprit was dismissed, in my flogging the doctor, followed by

a mutual rack off in each other’s bottoms.

There was one fine, plump, girlish-looking youth, named Dale, who was

here for the first half. He had not as yet been brought up for

punishment, although the doctor had confided to me the letch he had

taken to flog his fine fat bottom. One day, Master Dale brought a sealed

note from his widowed mother, who lived about a mile from the village,

in a charming cottage ornee. The doctor read the note. By chance I was

looking at him, and saw a smile of joy light up his features.

“Come here, Master Dale,” said he in a mild and gentle voice, “your

mother tells me that you have behaved in a most shameful manner to your

pretty young cousin, who is residing with your mamma.”

Master Dale blushed scarlet, for he was not aware until now that anyone

had been a witness to the scene that had taken place between him and his

pretty cousin.

This was what had passed. The cousin, a lovely girl of fifteen, was in a

secluded spot in the garden, near an arbour, the preceding afternoon.

She was bending down, tying up a flower close to the ground, which made

her stoop to such a degree that she could only reach it with ease by

having her legs wide apart. Her back was towards the walk by which young

Dale was advancing. As he approached unheard by her, he could not fail

to see peeping out between the stretched open expanse of snowy drawers

the inner part of her well-rounded globes of dimpled ivory. Her shift

had somehow worked upwards, and revealed all the charms of her delicate

young bum and plump white thighs. The sight inflamed the youth beyond

measure. He crept up noiselessly quite close to her, and, stooping down

until his head was below the level of her raised petticoat, he feasted

his eyes for some time with the lovely prospect before him, her little

virgin rosebud slit, its pink and pouting lips, plump little mount

already delicately shaded with a curly foliage that promised soon to be

much more dense, together with the swell of her lovely young thighs and

calves. All this was quite unsuspected by the object of his admiration,

who was absorbed in her garden operations. At length, however, the

excited youth could not resist the temptation of applying his soft warm

hand to the parts he was admiring, which made Miss scream slightly—she

thinking it was some insect up her petticoats—exclaiming—

“Oh, dear! oh, dear!”

But turning her head round, she discovered the delinquent.

“Forgive me, Ellen dear, but really you exposed so very pretty a sight

while stooping that upon my word I could not help it.”

Now girls are curious as well as boys, perhaps more so; and if the truth

must be told, Miss had for some time past longed for an opportunity to

become better acquainted with things in general, and, therefore, thought

here was a chance not to be thrown away. So, after some little show of

resistance on her part, for decency’s sake, it was agreed between them

that he should have a good look at _hers_, if he would afterwards show

her _his_. Miss Ellen had never seen a male “diddle,” as she and her

young playfellows called it, not even that of a boy, and she was all

excitement and expectation to feel with her own hand the “funny thing,”

for so a communicative servant-maid had described it, who at the same

time had fully explained the theory of its use, which made Miss long to

obtain some practical knowledge also. So to the arbour they both

adjourned. Miss Ellen first lay back upon the seat, while the young

rogue unfastened her drawers, and pulling them down, feasted his eyes

with a full view of her virgin charms as long as he pleased, for Miss

Ellen was a lecherous little maid, who really felt a precocious pleasure

in being thus exposed to the close observation and admiration of one of

the opposite sex, although for form’s sake she covered her blushing face

with her delicate little hands. He touched _it_, pressed _it_, rubbed

_it_ with his finger. Her thighs trembled and opened. Taught by nature,

he imprinted a burning kiss on the lovely little quim before him. She

sighed, and mechanically put her hand on his head and pressed it closer

to her naked skin. Guided by his feelings, he indulged in movements of

his lips and pressures which speedily excited the amorous little maid to

such an extent as to make her give down with a deep and trembling sigh

the first tribute of her virgin cunt. Feeling the warm liquid oozing

from the pouting orifice on his closely pressed lips, he could not help

tasting it with his tongue. This reawakened very quickly the

sensibilities of the lecherous little thing, and awoke her to the desire

to practise a like pleasure with his cock. So reminding him of his

promise, she made him stand up before her, while she undid his trousers

with her fairy fingers, all trembling with excitement, and drew out his

stiff affair, which already gave promise of a very respectable future,

now swollen to a size it had never before known. Delighted at the sight

of so bewitching a plaything, she made him lie down as she had done, and

kneeling beside him, with cheeks glowing with excitement, she closely

examined every part of the rampant little member. Strange to say, no

hand, hardly even its owner’s, had as yet invaded its virgin precincts,

and it had not yet had its ruby head fully uncovered, although he was

upwards of fifteen. The delight caused by the touch of her warm hand

pressing and encircling his stiffened cock was most exquisite. She was

not long, however, before she became curious to see what could possibly

be underneath the skin that covered its rounded head. In her toying she

sought to draw the skin back over the head, a slight cry of pain from

him caused her to stop. But when, be she young or be she old, is a

woman’s curiosity to be baulked. She had managed to draw it back a short

way, and now it suddenly occurred to her that by the help of a little

moisture her object might be accomplished without hurting the dear

fellow. By an impulse of passion she stooped and took the rosy head into

her delicious little mouth, closing her coral lips around it, and

lubricating it with her tongue, to the intense gratification of the

youth, who involuntarily wriggled his body about voluptuously, and could

not help raising it up to her mouth. This movement, combined with the

pressure of the lips, perfectly succeeded, without further pain, in

completely unhooding the charming little cock she was so deliciously

embracing in the soft folds of her lips. She lifted up her head to see

the result. The tight foreskin had closed below the nut, and left the

now fiery red head bursting with excitement, and visibly throbbing with

intensity of passion. Her joy and delight at this full revelation of the

“funny thing,” as she continued to call it, now knew no bounds. She

drove him nearly frantic with her ardent caresses—she again drew the

covering over the vermilion head, and still finding that it did not

easily return again, she thrust her head down upon it, and with lips,

mouth, and tongue began again her attempt to unhood it. Poor Dale was

brought up to the wildest state of excitement, his hands involuntarily

pressed down her head, his body rose to meet it, and at that ravishing

instant the grand crisis seized him, and, with a cry of delight, he shot

forth his first tribute to Venus within the delicious mouth in which he

was enclosed. The ecstatic gush poured down the throat of the dear girl,

and she gulped it all down by the mere effort to avoid choking. Poor

Dale’s hands fell down insensibly from her head, which she instantly

withdrew, and gazed on the youth. To her great surprise she beheld the

so lately rampant weapon drooping its head and withdrawing within its

shell, while some few drops of a milky white creamy like liquid were

slowly oozing from the small orifice of its head. While she gazed it

reduced itself to a mere shadow of its former state, and the foreskin

slowly covered again the so lately fiery and bursting head. She was lost

in wonder, and was about to express her surprise at the strangeness of

the whole affair, but they now became aware that footsteps were

approaching. Fortunately for them, as they thought, the noise of the

gravel underfoot was distinguishable at such a distance that they had

time to arrange their clothes, and when Dale’s mother appeared at the

arbour, she found them, on entering, quietly seated and talking

together; and thanks to the youth’s discharge in his cousin’s sweet

mouth, without any tell-tale flushings of his face. Little did they

suspect she had already seen all.

This then was Master Dale’s misconduct, and this it was that had been

fully and minutely detailed in the note sent by this mother to the

doctor, with a request that he should punish him well in whatever way he

should think proper. The note further begged to know the terms for his

becoming a boarder with the doctor, as she could no longer have him

residing in her house with her orphan niece, whose guardian she was. You

may easily imagine the double delight of the doctor. Another boarder, a

point of some consequence to him after a previous scandal which,

although hushed up, had deprived him of house pupils; and now with two,

he foresaw a quick return to his full number; and then his delight at

having to flog young Dale, and the erotic pleasure of drawing from him

the exciting description of their young loves and voluptuous actions.

“Now Master Dale,” said the doctor, “you and I have an account to

settle, follow me.”

And without a word further he led him into his private room, where, as

was generally understood in the school, he birched the worst offenders.

Arrived in the room alone with the young culprit, he locked the door,

and taking a large cutting birch rod from a closet, sat down on a sofa.

He called the youth to him and told him to unbutton and let down his

trousers, and tuck up his shirt well under his waistcoat. This being

done, the doctor said—

“Now, Master Dale, we shall see if this birch will cool your itching for

feeling your pretty cousin’s private parts.”

Poor Dale had never yet been punished more severely than by the hand of

his mamma, and certainly trembled at the sight of the formidable birch

rod threatening his now bare bottom; yet, notwithstanding his fears, the

allusion to the pretty private parts of his cousin so fired his

imagination that his cock instantly stiffened and stood out, to the

infinite delight of the doctor, who augured therefrom a future further

felicity. Keeping him standing close beside him, and enjoying the sight

of his youthful charms so deliciously exposed immediately before his

eyes, he proceeded—

“So, Master Dale, you have, it seems, been gratifying yourself with

looking and feeling between the legs and thighs of a pretty young girl

of fifteen, your cousin, is she not?”

“Yes, sir,” sobbed out the youth.

The doctor’s gaze was fixed upon the stiff and rampant member of the

youth, watching the throbbings produced by every allusion to the

luscious scene of the day before.

“Now, come, tell me all about it,” said he, putting his arm round the

sobbing boy’s waist, and making him stand still closer beside him. “Was

she such a very pretty girl?”

Another throb of the rampant member.

“Yes, sir.”

“And you saw all her legs, thighs, plump little bottom, rosy pouting

little _slit_”—(_throb_—_throb_—_throb_)—“moist with the dew of

excitement and amorous play eh?”

The little machine seemed ready to burst at the thought of it.

“And did it have the same effect as I see it now has on _this?_ Dear me,

how naughty it is.”

And here the lecherous doctor took the rampant little cock in his hand

and pressed it.

“And what did she do to this, did she touch it so?” squeezing it gently.

“Yes, sir,” stammered out the youth, who was getting greatly excited.

“And so?” said the doctor, passing his hand gently and caressingly up

and down the stiffened and throbbing little cock.

“Yes, sir.”

“And so, too, I’ll be bound,” pushing back the foreskin off the head,

and as quickly replacing it, several times.

“Ye—es. Oh! sir; oh! oh!”

The boy’s feelings, as the doctor swiftly frigged his cock, began to be

exquisite. The doctor could not resist the temptation of bringing things

to a crisis. Clasping the youth tightly with one arm, he continued his

toying with the plaything in a quick exciting manner, apparently without

reflecting upon what he was about, uttering, at intervals—

“Dear me,” and “how naughty it was of you; but how pretty she must have

been to tempt you to do so, was it not?”

The lovely youth was now in paradise. In the exquisite sensations of

pleasure he felt he was losing all consciousness when the doctor

suddenly stopped short and said—

“This is indeed, a pretty piece of business, seducing your young cousin;

you must be cured of such doings in future by means of a good flogging

with an excellent birch rod, and on this your saucy bottom.”

Here he let fall the arm that had clasped the boy’s waist, and let his

hand wander over the plump, hard, and lovely orbs. The doctor now took

up the rod which he had previously dropped to occupy his hand with the

charming young prick he had just been so deliciously frigging. Shaking

the rod angrily at the now trembling youth, he exclaimed, in a fierce

voice—

“Now, you young rascal, down, down on your knees, and beg to be

flogged.”

The poor boy was forced, trembling, to obey. This over, the doctor

commanded the delinquent to lie down across the sofa. Reluctantly he

complied, but at last he straddled across it with his snow-white plump

backside fully bared to view, and a fair mark to the threatening rod. He

looked like a young Adonis displaying his beauties to a satyr. The

doctor was greatly excited at the lovely prospect, and gloated his eyes

on the beautiful display, and, then and there, there sprang up a

determination to fully enjoy the ravishing of these virgin charms before

many weeks were over. Lifting the rod on high, he cried out—

“Now, you young villain, I’ll teach you to look up young ladies’

petticoats again, I warrant.”

Clasping him tight round the waist, the rod descended smartly on the

lovely hillocks of the boy’s charming backside.

“There! there!” cried the doctor at each blow.

“Oh! sir, oh! Do pray forgive me!” screamed the beautiful youth, as he

felt the stinging strokes descend on his hitherto virgin posteriors.

“Oh sir. Oh! sir. I’ll never do so any more. Oh! sir. I won’t indeed.

Oh! pray, sir, have mercy.”

The doctor, whose erotic passions were fully aroused, was deaf to all

his entreaties, and kept on flogging harder and harder, and faster and

faster while the poor boy’s bottom bounded and tossed upon the sofa; but

he was kept in a firm position by the strong arm of the doctor, who, to

hold him the faster, had laid hold of the stiff cock still at full

stand.

“No, no,” said he, “you shall not escape my cuts, I assure you,” cutting

at the lovely delicate buttocks with all his might.

“Oh! oh! sir; mercy, mercy; I can’t bear it.”

“You must bear it, you young rascal you shall have no mercy until I have

made your bottom bleed for your crime.”

The poor youth, from the pain he was suffering, bounded up and down on

the sofa as he felt the stinging blows descend upon his bottom. This

action caused his standing cock to rub up and down in the doctor’s warm

hand, who seemed to have accidently laid hold of it. The effect was such

that the poor youth hardly knew whether he felt most pleasure or pain,

for while his posteriors were of a burning heat, the warmth flew to the

opposite part, which was so deliciously clasped in the doctor’s

caressing hand. He ground his teeth with pleasure and pain, he ceased to

cry out, but sobbed and moaned with the excess of indefinable feelings.

The doctor never ceased lecturing him, dwelling continually on the

beauties of his lovely young cousin and the scene in the arbour. He

thought but of her, of her lovely pink little slit so sweetly shaded

with soft downy short curls; how she had so charmingly caressed his

cock, until he felt a heave and a shudder, another, a sensation as if he

was going to expire, a short cry, a catching of his breath. Wildly and

vigorously he thrust his member down on the doctor’s warm hand, he shut

his eyes, he felt not the rod, although the doctor redoubled the strokes

with all the force of his arm, and drew blood at every cut. A bound, a

convulsive start, and he felt as if his lifeblood were coming from

him—out it spurted in large drops on the sofa and on the doctor’s hand.

The youth had with difficulty shed another tribute to Venus. For a

moment or two he felt as if in paradise, but a sharp cut from the rod

quickly aroused him. He was soon fully alive again to its tortures.

“Why, you young rascal, what is this you have been doing on my best

sofa, eh, sir?” said the doctor.

Another sharp stroke demanded a reply.

“I, sir. Oh! sir; indeed I—that is—indeed, I don’t know.”

“No lies or evasions here, sir, for they will not avail you. Your bottom

shall pay for this nastiness. Why, what is it? What can it be? I never

saw the like of this in my life, I declare,” and he examined it with his

eyeglass, saying more to the same effect.

Poor Master Dale was, we know, quite in the dark as to what it could be,

or how it came there.

“Has this ever occurred to you before,” asked the doctor.

“Yes, sir, yesterday, when my cousin was caressing it in her mouth,”

replied the frightened youth, “but I really don’t know how it happened,

and did not mean any harm.”

“Oh, indeed!” said the doctor, “your mother did not mention that, did

she see you?”

“No, sir, it happened just as she was coming through the shrubbery, and

was all over before she reached the arbour.”

“And so your cousin took it into her mouth, why did she do that?”

“She was curious to see what was under the skin of its head, and finding

it would not go back without hurting me, she put it into her mouth to

wet it and make it go back easier, which it did for the first time; she

pulled it forward again, and again put it into her mouth to push the

skin back with her lips, when I felt funny all over, and something came

out of me into her mouth.”

“Indeed! Well, you must tell me all about that another time. This

flogging will be enough for the present, but I shall punish you for your

nastiness some other time. Put up your trousers, in a day or two I shall

want you in this room to pay for your dirty conduct.”

The poor boy retired, sobbing hysterically.

The second day after this the doctor sent for Master Dale, who, in the

meantime, had occupied the bedroom next to mine. The doctor was in his

private room in his dressing-gown, long and flowing, so that for the

moment it concealed the fact that he had nothing but his shirt on below

it. He received Master Dale somewhat sternly, saying—

“Now, sir, for your punishment for your last nasty misconduct.”

“Oh, sir,” said the frightened and trembling youth, “I really could not

help it,” and he began to cry. “Oh! pray, sir, don’t flog me so hard

again.”

“The more trouble that you give me, the harder will be the flogging. Now

take off your jacket and waistcoat.”

The youth did so.

“Now come close to me.”

The doctor then lowered down Dale’s trousers, and raising his shirt,

contemplated with great pleasure the pretty belly of the lovely boy, and

then turning him round, under pretence of seeing if the weals of the

last flogging were still visible, he gazed on his white firm backside

and swelling thighs, examining the marks still left from the previous

punishment. He then turned him round, and inspected the pretty little

cock, which, under the mortal fear he was in, hung down its head in a

limp and pitiable state.

“And so this is the little offender,” said he, applying his hand to it,

and squeezing and pressing it gently. “What a naughty little thing it

is!”

The youth could not avoid showing the pleasure these lascivious caresses

gave him, and smiled.

“Oh, don’t smile, sir, this is no laughing matter. Look at the marks of

the mess you made on my sofa,” pointing to it. “I can’t have my

furniture spoiled in this manner, so if your little cock is to be

naughty again, I must flog you upon my knees, but first come here; take

off these trousers, which hanging about the legs are only in the

way—there. Now sit down on my knee, and tell me all about this naughty

little thing.”

He drew aside his robe, so that the boy’s bare bottom came in naked

contact with his brawny naked thighs, and the youth could feel the

doctor’s prick swelling up, although that part was still covered with

his shirt. The doctor, taking hold of the youth’s now standing prick,

asked if it had ever behaved so badly before the scene with his pretty

young cousin.

“No sir, never. I never thought of it until I got sight of her bare

bottom and other parts by accident.”

The doctor continued his toyings, caressing the young balls, and feeling

all over the plump and firm backside.

“Why, he is going to be naughty again!” said the doctor, as the youth’s

prick throbbed under his exciting touches. “I must flog your bottom for

all this, for it is very naughty and improper. Why, you seem to take a

pleasure in it.”

“Oh, sir, I never felt anything so delightful,” said Master Dale.

“The more reason I should punish you, but remember, you bad boy, if you

are to do that dirty thing again, you must do it on my knee, and not on

the sofa.”

The doctor then took the birch in hand, and with his arm round the boy’s

waist, drew him to him, but before laying him across his knee, he

slipped the boy’s shirt over his head, leaving him stark naked in all

the glorious fairness of skin and beauty of form. The doctor’s eyes

gloated over the charming sight, but becoming too excited to pause

longer, he drew up his own shirt, displaying his fine pego at full

stretch. He bent the boy’s warm body over his brawny thighs, and with

his arm pressed his glowing form against his own rampant pego—Dale’s

young stiffened cock rubbing against the naked thigh he lay on. The

doctor now raised the rod, and said—

“Now, sir, for your punishment, I must flog this round, hard, little

bottom, till it reddens again.”

Whack, whack, went the birch rod, but with much less force than on the

previous occasion, but still sufficiently stinging to cause the youth to

move up and down, rubbing his cock against the doctor’s thighs, and

causing him such ecstasies as hardly to allow him to feel the blows. His

warm soft flesh, too, rubbing against the doctor’s large, stiff tool,

soon put them both in a delirium of delight. The doctor then changed his

position, and drew the boy more over his belly, so that his great prick

could get between the boy’s thighs, rubbing under his balls in the

trough between the buttocks, while the boy’s cock rubbed against the

doctor’s belly.

“Now,” said the doctor, “I have got you fast, and must teach you not to

play such naughty tricks in future.”

Whack—whack, again went the rod, causing the most delicious movements of

the boy’s backside upon the doctor’s excited prick, and not less upon

his own, which was rubbing against the doctor’s belly, giving fresh

pleasure at each repetition of the blow. But neither of them had spent

yet. The boy’s bottom was now red with a glowing heat, and his cock was

in a state of intense excitement, and the doctor’s tool was as stiff and

randy as possible. The doctor now ceased his flogging, and squeezing the

boy tight against his person, said—

“Well, you have not done that naughty thing today—the flogging has done

you good.”

The lovely boy looked up and smiled. He had felt the doctor’s large

prick working away between his thighs, and pressing against the cleft of

his buttocks. As the doctor relaxed his hold, the boy turned half round,

thus releasing it from its confinement. Looking down, he beheld the

large stiff monster imbedded in a forest of dark curly hair, presenting

a startling contrast to his own small member, which was as yet hardly

fledged with a silky down around it.

“Ah!” said the doctor, who observed the flush of excitement the sight of

his superior prick gave the boy, “what a shame it is of you to compel me

to flog you in this manner, without my trousers. I must give you a

lecture—so sit on my knee, thus,” placing him so that his lovely bottom

should press against the huge prick. Taking the boy’s cock in his hand,

he said—

“How stiff it is.”

“Yes, sir, I can’t help it.”

“Well, you must not play such naughty tricks. I can’t allow it. You are

too young yet.”

The doctor worked the skin of the sweet boy’s cock up and down.

“Was that the way your pretty cousin played with it?”

“Yes, sir, and then she took it in her mouth.”

“And did you like to have it done to you, you bad boy?”

“Oh! yes, sir, it is such pleasure.”

“Does it really give you so much pleasure?”

“Yes indeed, it was most delicious.”

“Dear me, I must try if it would do so to me, take hold of my cock and

rub it up and down, as she did, that I may know how it feels.”

“The dear boy had already longed to do so, but had been afraid to say

so. He now seized with avidity the noble prick, so stiffly standing

beside him. He could hardly grasp it in his hand, and worked the skin up

and down in the most delicious manner. The doctor was in ecstasies.

“Oh, you naughty boy, to teach your master such bad things.”

“Is it not very nice, sir?” said the charming youth, as the doctor’s

buttocks responded to every stroke of his hand.

“Well, it is, indeed, very nice, I could not have believed it; but if

ever I catch you at it again, you may be sure I shall flog you.”

And the doctor responded to every rub upon his prick with another rub

upon the boy’s cock, until almost at the same moment a most delicious

mutual spend was the result of their lascivious toyings.

“Now,” said the doctor, “put on your clothes, and remember you must

avoid such naughty tricks in future, or your bottom will pay for it.”

The doctor made me aware of this, and arranged for a meeting of us

three, under the pretence of inattention which I was to simulate and

draw young Dale into some fault that would require punishment. It was

also arranged that I was to initiate him still more into the secret

pleasures of mutual satisfaction, so as to prepare him for still greater

gratification to the lecherous doctor, who liked nothing better than

“teaching the young idea how to shoot.”

Accordingly, after passing a delicious night with my lovely and glorious

aunt and the doctor, in which we practised every delightful method of

enjoyment, and in which the doctor stimulated himself by recalling and

describing the exciting interview with the innocent youth, I left them,

and entered young Dale’s room. He had insensibly kicked off all the

clothes, and lay on his back exposed, with his promising young cock at

full stand, throbbing from time to time; and by the involuntary

movements of his body, and the smile on his face, he was evidently

realising, in his sleep, the scene he had enacted with his pretty young

cousin. He was quite charming to look at, his young and throbbing prick

was deliciously fair, and you could see the blue veins coursing through

it, the top was only partially uncovered, the point of the head showing

its vermilion tip in fine contrast to the creamy white and crossed blue

veins of the stiffened shaft. His balls were as yet not fully developed,

but such as they were, they formed a closely drawn up little bag,

crimped and wrinkled, and felt as hard as stones. I gently handled them,

which made him heave his bottom in evident ecstasy. It was all so

beautiful and enticing, and I could not resist stooping down, and taking

the delicious morsel in my mouth. Pressing the glorious head with my

lips, I thrust, to his infinite delight, the foreskin back, his buttocks

instinctively rose to meet my voluptuous and lascivious proceeding. He

awoke on the instant, but in that dreamy state that made him think he

was only realising the previous dream. His hands embraced my head, and

pressed it down closer on the delicious prick which already touched the

back of my mouth. He cried out in an ecstasy of delight.

“Oh, my darling Ellen, what a joy you are giving me. Oh! oh! it is

greater than I can bear.”

I felt by the electric stiffening of his young cock that the crisis was

close at hand. I tickled his tightened balls with my hand, and pressed a

finger hard against his bottom-hole, but without entering more than the

depth of the nail, at the very instant that he poured his young tribute

into my longing mouth. I immediately swallowed the greater portion,

lubricating the still throbbing shaft with a part. For some minutes he

lay on his back, with closed eyes, in all the after-enjoyment,

heightened by the continued suction of his still throbbing prick, which

I kept up for a short time. At last he opened his eyes. It was broad

daylight, and when I lifted my head, his eyes seemed almost to start out

of their sockets in a sort of incredulous surprise, at finding it was

not his dear young Ellen, but me, his school companion. For a minute or

two he was speechless with consternation, until taking hold of his fast

receding little cock, I asked if I had not given him quite as much

pleasure as his darling Ellen had previously done.

“Is it you? and Ellen! how do you know anything about my cousin?”

“Your cousin, is she? I did not know that, but when I came in, you were

dreaming of her, and muttering in your sleep the delight she gave you by

sucking your prick; so I thought I would give you the true pleasure of

the thing, and thus realise your dream; besides, I, myself, not only

love to suck a prick, but also to have my own sucked, and I could

neither resist the opportunity, nor fail to be delighted that you should

already have practical knowledge of its enjoyment—did I not give you the

greatest pleasure?”

“Oh, yes; it was most delicious, and then I thought it was my pretty

cousin, even after I awoke, which made it doubly delightful, for I had

no idea it would be so nice with another boy.”

“Why not? see this charming little fellow is already raising himself up

again at the mere thought; look how its head is showing its ruby face,

and how it throbs. Ah! I must suck it again—it is so delicious.”

I threw myself upon it, and devoured it at once, rapidly moving my head

up and down, and titillating the orifice of the urethra with my tongue.

I quickly drove him half mad with excitement. My mouth was full of

saliva. I slobbered some out on my fingers, and lubricated all about the

aperture of his charming backside, and then, as he became still more

furious in the upward lunges of his bottom, and downward pressures of

his hands on my head, I thrust my middle finger up his fundament, and

worked away, frigging it in unison with the movements of my mouth. I

drove him half frantic with pleasure, the ecstasy again seized him, and

with a cry of agonised delight, and a convulsive shudder, he poured a

still more copious draught of love’s essence into my mouth, which, as

before, I greedily swallowed. He lay panting in ecstatic joy for a much

longer period than before, with convulsive upward thrusts of his still

half-stiffened prick within my mouth, which still continued its

pressures and suctions to his infinite delight. At last I rose. He held

out his arms. I precipitated myself into them; our lips met in sweet

embrace. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and solicited him to do the

same, and we had some delicious tongueing, nature having at once

achieved his love education. We were closely entwined in a loving

embrace. I had become terribly excited notwithstanding the hard work I

had undergone during the night, and my prick stood stiff as iron

pressing against his belly. Suddenly the thought occurred to him that he

ought to gratify me in like manner as I had done him. He proposed it,

and begged me to turn from off him, and lie on my back. I immediately

complied, and pulling up my shirt, displayed my immense splitter in all

its glory.

“Good heavens!” he cried, “what an enormous cock! Why, it is bigger than

the doctor’s.”

“Oh! you have seen the doctor’s, have you?” He blushed, and acknowledged

it. I drew from him an account of their proceedings, which I already

knew, but I was at the same time delighted to have surprised the

acknowledgment from himself, in his wonder at seeing my large

proportions. I made him show me all he had done to the doctor, and the

doctor to him; as all this was paving the way for future proceedings

with the doctor—in fact, the innocent youth was already playing into our

hands. His admiration of and handling my prick was meanwhile exciting me

up to the greatest pitch. As I had continued questioning him regarding

his proceedings with the doctor, he could only play with my prick in his

hands. Now that matters were getting too warm for further discussion, he

stooped down, but could only get the head and a small portion of the

upper part of the shaft into his mouth. His lips closed beneath the

gland in the most exquisite manner. I begged him to grasp the lower part

of the shaft with one hand, and to thrust a finger of the other up my

bottom-hole, which I had already lubricated by spitting on my fingers

and conveying the saliva in the desired direction. He obeyed with the

docility of an apt apprentice—and thus working in unison, quickly

brought on the ecstatic crisis. I seized his head in my hands, and, at

the final discharge thrust it down on my delighted prick, as I poured

out a perfect torrent of sperm, nearly choking the poor youth with the

length of prick I thrust into his mouth. He was obliged to withdraw for

an instant to take breath, but I was pleased to see that he instantly

resumed his delicious sucking of my prick, which he continued to do

until it gradually shrunk up to very diminished proportions. I then drew

him upon me, and we had another sweet embrace of lips and tongues, and

then, side by side, we held a long converse on erotic matters. He told

me all the tale of his affair with his cousin, and, although I was

already well acquainted with it, I was glad to draw all the particulars

from himself. I had seen the note his mother wrote to the doctor. The

minuteness and undisguised description she had therein given struck me

as very strange, and I augured that she herself must be a lewd and

lecherous person, to have done more than merely hint at the affair,

instead of dwelling, doubtless in erotic delight, on such details. So I

pumped him as to what sort of woman his mamma was. His description

showed that she was a fine, full grown woman, old, in his opinion, but

in reality in the prime of life, between thirty-five and forty. He had

not scanned her proportions with any erotic thought and did not seem to

attach the idea of the woman to her—only that of the mother. But I drew

out of him that she was broad in the shoulders, full in the bosom, with

a small waist, small feet, and small hands, a very fine head of hair,

and fine eyes—evidently a desirable woman. Already I had set my

imagination in play, and began to hope I might some day work my way into

her favour. It will be found how well I succeeded, as these true

memories will describe when I arrive at the period of my success with

her. For the present I had advanced the erotic education of the dear

youth considerably, and thus prepared him for further initiation at the

hands of the doctor and his glorious and magnificent _cara sposa_, who

had already determined to enjoy his first fruits in cunny land. We had a

similar enjoyment, carried somewhat further the next morning, in which

we practised more fully the frigging of the bottom, and discussed the

pleasure it produced. I was gradually leading him on. That morning I

purposely arranged that we should be late in entering the schoolroom.

The doctor sternly reprimanded us, and told us we must attend him in his

private room after twelve o’clock. Poor Dale turned pale as he heard

this, dreading the punishment to come of which his experience was so

recent and so severe.

At twelve we, apparently ruefully, entered the doctor’s _sanctum

sanctorum_. He had preceded us by some few minutes, and had already

donned his long dressing-gown, by which I was certain that he had at the

same time doffed his pantaloons.

“Now then, boys, you must prepare for your punishment, I cannot allow

this evidently wilful inattention. Off with your clothes except your

shirts and stockings.”

We hesitatingly stripped; poor Harry Dale weeping at the thought of the

dreaded punishment. I deemed it prudent also to draw a long face. The

doctor spread a towel over his sofa, saying we had such naughty cocks

that we were constantly dirtying his sofa. He then desired us to kneel

on it with our heads down, and our tails well up. He then rolled up our

shirts, and tucked them in above the small of our backs, in doing which

he indulged in various lascivious touchings, which excited us as well as

himself, and all our three cocks were at full stand. Harry Dale turned

his head to gaze at mine, and could not resist putting his hand upon it,

and gently pressing its large stiff shaft. Young Dale’s smaller, but

very beautiful member, which was daily developing itself in a striking

manner, also excited me, and I reciprocated his caresses.

“This will never do,” said the doctor, “I must flog this evil spirit out

of you.”

He threw off his dressing-gown to be more at his ease, he said, and

taking rod in hand, applied it gently in turns to each of our projecting

bottoms. It was not for punishment but for excitement that he operated

upon us. He quickly threw our bottoms all in a glow, and our excitement

became intense, and we wriggled our bums in evident delight. This was

the point the doctor wished to attain, that he might arrive at his

desired object, which was the possession of young Dale’s bottom-hole.

“Stop, stop, my dear boys, I see you are at your naughty tricks again,

but there must be no spending yet; get up. We must all strip to the

buff, and I shall show you how they used to flog me when I was at

school. Stand up, Charles.”

I did so, and the doctor for an instant handled, in evident delight, my

huge stiff-standing pego, drawing young Dale’s attention to its much

larger dimensions than his own.

“Now, lean half forward on the sofa. Dale, put your arms round his

waist, and stow away this charming rampant little fellow between the

cheeks of Charles’ buttocks. Charles, do you spit on your hand, and

moisten between the cheeks, and then press with your hand his throbbing

young prick against the cleft.”

I did as directed. Young Dale felt so deliciously sheathed that he

thrust his cock well forward.

“Now,” said the doctor, “you are properly horsed, as we used to say, and

now, for a little more flogging of these fine hard, rosy mounts,” and he

lasciviously caressed them before applying the rod.

Whack—whack—whack—fell the strokes, sufficiently sharply to make Master

Dale wince and wriggle his bottom to and fro. Quickly the exciting

pleasure overcame all pain, and his lust rising, he thrust furiously in

the artificial channel he was operating in. I now shortened the grasp of

my hand on his shaft, and pressing it somewhat upwards, raising my

buttocks at the same time, I directed it so fairly upon the aperture

that at the next push it entered fully two inches within; then again

favouring his return stroke, he completely sheathed himself up to the

meeting of his belly against my buttocks. I gave him a pressure which

had an instant effect, and he began to thrust fast and furiously,

evidently enjoying it to the utmost. I let him feel the full enjoyment

of his new quarters, only telling him to lay hold of my cock and frig

me; and then I cried out to the doctor—

“Flog him well, sir, he has thrust his cock into my bottom-hole.”

This was the very thing the doctor most wished for. So he continued his

flogging only to such an extent as to still more inflame the lust of the

now lecherously excited boy, who shortly brought on the final crisis and

died away in delight as he shot his first tribute within the divine

temple of Priapus. At the moment of the crisis coming on, the doctor had

ceased his flogging and wetting two fingers gradually introduced them

into the bottom-hole of young Dale, and frigged him in unison with his

movements into me, so that the ecstasy was almost more than the poor boy

could bear. He lay almost inanimate on my back, but his still throbbing

half-standing cock responded to the inward pressures I was exercising

upon it. The doctor had ceased his flogging to admit and caress the

well-formed posterior of the charming boy. Becoming greatly excited, he

drew him off me, and closely embraced him, but professing at the same

time to be greatly shocked; his prick, meanwhile, gloriously stiff,

pressed hard against young Dale’s belly. The doctor then relaxing his

hold, young Dale gazed, with pleased enjoyment, on the size and

stiffness of the doctor’s cock, and, by an impulse of passion, took it

in hand, knelt before him, and put it into his mouth, and sucked it

lasciviously. The doctor placed his hands on Dale’s head, and pressed it

down for a minute or two, and then begged the dear youth to rise, as he

did not yet wish to spend—thanking him for the exquisite pleasure he had

given him.

“Now,” said he, “it is your turn to flog, so Charlie, you must be horsed

upon me, and Harry Dale shall take a first lesson in the art of flogging

upon your posteriors.”

The pose was arranged as before. My formidable weapon was placed between

the cheeks of the doctor’s fine fat backside. His hand pressed my cock

as I had done to Dale’s. Dale took the rod in hand, and at the very

first cut made me wince, for the young rogue laid on with a will. The

doctor had applied a good quantity of saliva to the end of my prick, and

thrusting out his buttocks, he quickly guided it into the longing

orifice, in which I vigorously sheathed myself to the utmost extent. I

seized his cock and squeezed it gently, but he begged me not to make him

spend, but to enjoy myself to the utmost, crying out, at the same time

to young Dale—

“Flog him well, Harry, for he has thrust his great tool up my

bottom-hole; it is wonderful how it ever could get in.”

Indeed so little could young Dale believe in the possibility of such a

thing that he stopped flogging to assure himself of the fact, by both

touch and sight. I drew my prick out and in that he might be perfectly

satisfied of the truth, and the doctor wriggled his backside to and fro

to show what pleasure it gave him. Of course, all this was preliminary

to the grand attack he meant afterwards to make on the virgin aperture

in young Dale’s bottom. After Harry had assured himself of the fact, he

pitched into my poor bottom with redoubled vigour, which, though it

greatly excited me at the moment, made my poor bum smart for days

afterwards. I quickly sent a torrent of sperm far into the entrails of

the doctor, to his great delight, but he tenaciously avoided spending

lest his powers should fail to overcome the natural obstacle of a virgin

bottom-hole, especially in one so young as Dale. Consequently, after

retaining me for some few moments in the delightful pressures of the

internal folds, he allowed me to withdraw, all reeking with my own

sperm. It was now the doctor’s turn to be flogged by me, while he was

horsed on Harry’s loins. As Harry had already found out what pleasure a

bottom-hole gave to the plugger of it, and had also seen how the doctor

seemed to enjoy, and so easily engulphed, the much larger weapon I

possessed, he had no idea there could be any pain accompanying it, and

consequently he lent himself entirely to every direction that was given

him. He placed himself in the easiest position, stuck his bottom well

out, stretching wide the channel between the orbs, and exposing a

charming little rosy aperture most tempting to the sight; indeed, the

doctor instantly knelt to pay his devotions to it, devouring it with

kisses, and thrusting his lecherous tongue within its tight little

folds, taking the opportunity to thoroughly lubricate it with his

spittle. This preliminary, followed by a little frigging with his middle

finger, which produced nothing but pleasurable sensations in the dear

youth, completely captivated him. The doctor wisely informed him that

the first attack was sure to be somewhat painful, but that if he felt it

so, he was not to draw away his body, but simply to complain, and the

doctor would instantly remain quiet without withdrawing, and he would

then find that the strange sensation would rapidly pass off, and allow a

further progress, which would be again arrested if the pain was renewed.

In this way he would eventually find that the pleasure would become

indescribably delicious, as he had seen how both Charlie and himself had

enjoyed it. Poor Dale assured the doctor he might proceed at once, and

he would be perfectly docile. So the doctor first asking me to suck his

cock a little to moisten it well, put the charming youth in the best

position, telling him to strain as if he wished to void himself, then

applying his well-lubricated pego to the rosy orifice, by gentle

pressure, he succeeded, with hardly a twinge of pain to the dear boy, in

housing the head and about two inches of the shaft within the delicious

receptacle. Here the pain became so great that young Dale would have

withdrawn himself away from the doctor had the latter not taken the

precaution to seize him by the two hips, and hold him as if in a vice,

but without attempting a further insertion then.

“Keep still, my dear boy, and I will not move, and you will find in a

minute or two that the strange sensation will pass away.”