“My dear, darling boy. I came to see if you were comfortable, and found
you lying uncovered, and with this extraordinary thing sticking up.”
She had seized it with her left hand, as she stooped to kiss me. On the
instant, I determined to play off the same game that had succeeded so
well with my aunt.
“My dear mamma, I should not have dared to speak to you about _that_,
but it does give me much pain, by becoming so hard that it throbs, as
you may feel, at the least touch. I don’t know what to do; and it makes
me feel so queer too, especially at the gentle pressures you have just
given it; dear mamma, can you tell me how I can cure it, and I will love
you so dearly.”
Here she stooped and kissed me very luxuriously, actually thrusting her
tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, and told her how sweet it was. But my
prick becoming perfectly outrageous, I implored her to tell me what I
could do to relieve it. She looked at me long and intently, blushing and
turning pale by turns.
“Yes, my dear boy, I could relieve you, but it is a secret that I hardly
dare confide in one so young.”
“Oh! you may trust me, my dear mamma, you know I am becoming a young
man, and men must know how to keep secrets, or they would be despised,
besides, so dear and loving a mamma as you are to me would doubly make
me keep secret anything you confide to me on those terms.”
“I will trust you, my darling boy, but you will at once see by what I
shall do, how completely I sacrifice myself to do you good.”
Upon this, she threw off her robe, and sprang into bed by my side.
“Oh! how nice of you, dear mamma,” said I, as I took her in my arms, and
kissed her lovingly. “Feel, mamma, how much harder it is, so tell me at
once how I am to relieve it.”
“Well, my dear child, we women are made to relieve such stiffnesses as
this; we possess a sheath to put it in, and then it gradually softens.”
“Oh! where—where—dearest mamma, do tell me?”
She took my hand and put it down on her cunt, already quite wet with the
excitement she had been in.
“There, feel that, do you not find an opening?”
“Oh, yes, but how am I to get in there—won’t it hurt you?”
“I will show you.”
She turned on her back, opened her legs, and desired me to mount on her
belly, with my legs between hers, then guiding my rampant pego, and
rubbing its great head up and down the lips to moisten it, she told me
to push gently downwards, for it was so large that I would otherwise
hurt her. Playing the novice to perfection, I awkwardly but gently soon
thrust it in, up to the codpiece. She uttered an “Oh! oh!” when it was
fairly hilted; then throwing her legs over my loins, and her arms round
my waist, she begged me to move my bottom backwards and forwards, always
thrusting it in as far as I could. Three or four pushes finished me off,
in the great excitement I was under. She, too, died away with a great
convulsive sigh. I took care to cry out—
“Oh! my dear mamma—oh! stop. I am dying—I—I—am dy—dy—ing.”
Her convulsive internal pressures were delicious, and quickly roused my
prick up again. She also had come to, and had glued her lips to
mine—giving her own, and then asking in return for my tongue to suck.
“Oh! what heavenly joys, my dear mamma, you did, indeed, reduce its
hardness, but just feel—it has got hard again, you must reduce it once
more.”
“My beloved boy, I shall always be ready to do so, but it must be the
most sacred secret between us, or I should never be able to do it
again.”
You may well suppose my protestations were of the strongest. At it we
went again, and again, and again. Mamma declared that I was a most apt
scholar. Four times did I pour into her foaming and fiery cunt torrents
of sperm. At last she insisted upon my withdrawing, saying it would
injure my health to indulge any more. So I withdrew, and we embraced
each other most lovingly. I now expressed a wish to see the wonderful
place that had given me the ecstasies of paradise. She lent herself with
admirable grace and ease to my boyish curiosity, and even threw off her
shift, making me do the same, that she too might admire the undisguised
beauties of my form. There was no pretence in the great admiration I
expressed for her really superb form, but I expressed it in a naive and
innocent way, that made her laugh heartily, and confirmed her idea that
she was not only the first naked woman I had seen, but that she was the
first I ever knew, or who had taught me what sensual pleasure meant, and
great was her delight in thinking she had taken my virginity, and been
the first to initiate me in love’s delightful mysteries. Of course, I
did everything I could in order to carry on the deception she was so
much pleased with, and I may add this was the last time I ever did so,
for daily becoming more of a man, I took _things_ by the forelock at
once, and rarely failed to succeed. We got up, and she turned herself
round in every way for me to see the rare beauties of her person—herself
explaining to me where she was well made—bosom, buttocks, belly so white
and smooth, without a wrinkle, although she had had a son. She was,
indeed, one of those rare cases where nothing remains to tell of such an
event. Her bosom, without being so large as aunt’s, was gloriously white
and firm, with such pink nipples, larger than in a maid, but sticking
out hard and inviting a suck. Then her cunt—for she laid herself on her
back, opened her legs, and allowed me the closest inspection. I have
already alluded to her clitoris, as described by Ellen to Harry; it was
charmingly developed, about half the length of Miss Frankland’s, and not
so thick. As I felt her cunt and introduced my fingers to hold it open,
she got excited, and Master Clitoris raised his head, and came out of
his corner in full stand. I professed great surprise to find she had a
little doodle of her own. I purposely used the boyish expression. I
began to play with it.
“Oh!” I said, “I must kiss it.”
I did so, and began to suck it. She got dreadfully lewd, and seizing
upon my now-again-standing prick, drew me upon her, and introduced once
more my master weapon. With greater slowness until the final crisis drew
near, we had another delicious fuck. She was a woman of very warm
passions, and the long pent-up seclusion she had kept herself in with
regard to our sex being once broken, now that the flood-gates were
opened, there was no resisting the torrent of her lascivious passions.
Twice again did we fuck without withdrawing. Then, after hugging and
thanking me for the ecstasies I threw her into, she rose for a natural
purpose, and advised me to do the same, and we would then both lave
ourselves with cold water to restore our nerves. She laved me and I her.
She then insisted on my lying down on my back, while she admired what
she called the masterpiece of Nature. From seeing and feeling, she soon
came to sucking. Up he got in a moment. Playing the ignoramus, I asked
if it was not possible that we could both enjoy that pleasure at once.
“Oh, yes, my dear boy. I am so delighted to find that this pleases you!
Lie on your back, I shall get over you in the reverse way, and while I
suck this enormous jewel, whose head I can hardly get into my mouth, you
shall do as you like with my notch.”
“Is that what you call it, dear mamma?”
“That is one name, and it has many others, but you men generally call it
cunt, as we call yours prick, it is just as well you should know their
ordinary names, as children only call them Fanny and Doodle.”
“Prick and cunt—oh! I shan’t forget, so let me have that beautiful cunt
to suck.”
We had a mutual gamahuche, and both greedily swallowed the double
result, and continued our caresses of both parts, until they were again
in full vigour, and inspired with a desire for more solid enjoyments.
“My darling boy, you are so apt and excellent a scholar that I must show
you there are several ways of allaying the stiffness of this dear
fellow, who seems as desirous as ever to have his hardness taken out of
him. I shall show you how my husband liked best to enjoy me.”
She scrambled up on her knees, and presented her very fine bottom, told
me to kneel behind and give her my prick in her hand, which she thrust
out backwards between her thighs. I did so. She told me it would appear
to get further in this way, and, in fact, it did. After it was all in
until thighs and buttocks met, she told me to admire, praise, and handle
the splendid cheeks of her bottom, and said that such praise greatly
excited her. Of course I did so, admiring not only their size and
fairness, but also the beautiful curly silk meshes that ran between the
cheeks, covered her beautifully pink bottom-hole, charmingly puckered as
it was, and ran up to the flat of her back. After I had so excited her,
she begged me to lean forward, and to handle one bubby while I should
play with her clitoris with the other hand. I did all this tolerably
well, but with somewhat of awkwardness. She said I would soon be
perfect. We ran again two courses before she fell forward dragging me
down without withdrawing, and then turning on our sides, still
intertwined we fell off into a deep slumber, and did not awaken till
daylight. Mamma jumped out of bed, unseating me by the act. She was
alarmed lest the hour should be late enough for the household to be up.
I tried hard to persuade her to reduce once more the hardness which had
again seized me as she might see and feel for herself.
“No, my dear boy, we must not be imprudent, my niece may have awakened
and grown anxious at my absence, and she may rise to seek me; so
good-bye, my darling, go to sleep again.”
She embraced me tenderly, but I could not prevail upon her to go
further, although she promised to seek an opportunity during the day,
and to give me as much as I liked the next night. She left me, and I
pondered over the lucky chance that had put so desirable and fine a
woman into my arms, and also congratulated myself on the stratagem by
which I had fully convinced her that she was my first instructress in
the art of love, a circumstance ever dear to the ardent imagination of
the darling sex. I easily fell asleep again, wondering how Harry in the
meantime had got on with his cousin. My dear mamma would not allow me to
be disturbed. She had entered my room once or twice, and found me
sleeping soundly.
At last she again entered, just as I had satisfied a natural want for
which I had risen. To rush to her, to embrace her tenderly, to fasten
the door, and compel her, not much against her will, to come towards the
bed, to beg her to lie on her belly on the bedside, to cant her
petticoats up, to kneel and gamahuche her cunt from behind until she
begged me to rise and fuck her, was but the work of a minute or two. And
then my stiff-standing pego, aided by the mouthful of thick saliva
occasioned by the gamahuche, was directed at her cunt, and driven home
as far as the buttocks or her fine backside would allow. My prick being
fairly sheathed, I paused for a moment to handle and praise the beauty
of her posterior orbs. Then, stooping, I nibbled at her bubbies with one
hand, and frigged her clitoris with the other. Sharp set, with my long
rest and refreshing sleep, I rapidly ran a first course, but not quicker
than the lascivious nature of dear mamma, who joined me in a copious
discharge with the most ecstatic joy, and the most delicious inward
pressures. For she was a perfect and most accomplished actor in the
combats of love, and in her own way was worthy of my glorious aunt and
my loved Miss Frankland, and as thoroughly accomplished as they in all
the abandon of lust and lubricity, although at the moment I had only
proved things in an ordinary way. Her exquisite internal suctions almost
prevented the slightest relaxation in my delighted pego, and after a
minute or two of indulgence in the after-joy, I began again almost
before dear mamma had recovered her senses, when she tried to tear
herself away. But before she knew where she was I had succeeded in again
firing her ardent and lascivious nature, and she became as eager for a
second course as myself. This was naturally longer than the first fiery
one. I raised myself upright on my knees, contemplated with the utmost
delight the uncommon active play of her loins, and the exquisite side
wriggling of her very fine backside. I loudly praised her delicious
manoeuvres, and seconded them to the utmost, until getting more and more
excited, fast and furious grew our movements. I bent down to second her
by frigging her clitoris, and the final crisis seized us both with its
agony of joy, and I sank almost insensible on her back. We lay for a
short time lost to everything, until mamma, remembering the risk we ran
of discovery, begged me to withdraw, and let her go away. She rose and
threw herself into my arms, glueing her lips to mine with a most loving
kiss. Then stooping, she gave my now pendant prick a most delicious
suck, making her tongue play into and around the mouth of the urethra.
This was so delicious that the delighted member instantly showed its
appreciation of the pleasure by starting up in full swing. Mamma gave it
a pat, and said he was a most charming and delicious boy, who did not
know how to behave himself. Again she kissed me, and tore herself away,
but I could easily see the regret was as great on her side as mine. She
told me her son had been as lazy as I was, and said that breakfast was
waiting for us both. I quickly finished my toilet and found them all at
the breakfast table.
Ellen blushed deeply when she saw me. A glance from Harry assured me he
had succeeded, and that Ellen not only knew what I had been about, but
also that I knew what she had been doing. Hence her high colour when she
saw me. I smiled, and nodded to her knowingly, and as she had observed
the intelligent glance that passed between Harry and me, it did not tend
to put her at her ease.
Mamma, of course, knew nothing of what had passed in her bed while she
was with me, and was all affectionate attention to the whole party, but
with a marked tendency to pay me more particular attention. Our
breakfast was late, so we had to hurry ourselves for church. Mamma drove
Ellen in a small pony phaeton, while Harry and I took a short cut across
the fields.
Harry told me how he had watched his mother and had quietly approached
my door, and as the bed was exactly opposite the key hole, had seen and
enjoyed her proceedings, especially as he knew that I only pretended
sleep.
“By Jove,” he said, “what a fine woman mother is! I could not tear
myself away, and remained until you both went at it again, stark naked.
My mother’s beautiful hairy cunt, fine bubbies and backside, nearly
drove me mad with desire. I could have violated her if she had been
alone. And, then, her energy in fucking was superb. I could hold out no
longer, but rushed to dear Ellen’s side. She was asleep. I took her in
my arms, and awoke her by feeling her delicious young cunt. She opened
her eyes, and thinking it was mamma she turned round to repay the
compliment, and started on having hold of my pego.”
“‘Why! Harry dear, how came you here? We shall be caught by mamma.’
“‘Oh, no, my love, mamma is better engaged, and has slipped away to
Charlie’s room to get done to her what I am going to do to you.’
“She was too much alarmed to believe me, and I was obliged to bring her
to your door. I first peeped, and saw you were still at it. Mamma’s legs
and arms thrown around you allowed me to see your great big thing
rushing in and out, and driving home with immense vigour. I whispered to
Ellen to peep. While she did so, stooping, I sat down on the floor and
gamahuched her. She spent almost immediately, and was so excited that it
quite filled my mouth. I rose on my legs, and bringing my prick against
her cunt, made an entrance as far as over the nut, but was myself so
excited with all I was doing, and all I had previously seen, that I went
off in an agony of delight and with a suppressed cry, which must have
been heard by you and mamma if you had not been so busily engaged. Ellen
had been so excited and so intent on the to her new scene enacting
before her eyes, that she had never ceased gazing on it, and left me to
do whatever I pleased, but my cry alarmed her, especially as in my last
forward push I had sent her head with some noise against the door. She
rose, and so unseated me from the slight hold I had got of her cunt. She
turned round to embrace me most excitedly, and whispered that we must go
elsewhere. I took her round the waist, and we quickly regained mamma’s
bed. The light enabled me to find a towel. I told Ellen it was to
prevent any moisture betraying our acts. She was far too excited and
wishful for the article to make the slightest resistance, or even
pretence of refusal. I begged her to throw off her shift, as she had
seen both Charlie and mamma were quite naked. She at once complied,
being now as eager for the fray as myself. I, too, threw off my
nightshirt. For a moment we embraced each other’s naked bodies. My cock
was as stiff as iron. She lewdly laid hold of it, while I handled her
charming young cunt. I helped her onto the bed, she at once lay down on
her back, and threw open her legs as she had seen mamma do. I stopped
and gave her cunt, all oozing with her own and my spunk, a warm kiss,
and with a lick or two on her budding clitoris, I fired her even to
greater excess than she had yet been in.
“‘Oh, come to my arms, my dear Harry, and let us do as they were so
delightedly doing.’
“She had noted with what rapture mamma was enjoying you, and she had
noted, too, what a much larger cock yours was than mine; so she had
naturally reasoned that if one so big gave her aunt so much delight,
my smaller one could not possibly hurt her, hence her eagerness to
have me at once. I did not baulk her, but throwing myself between her
wide-spread thighs, I soon brought the point of my prick to the longing
lips of her little virgin cunt. I rubbed it up and down in between
the pouting and self-opened lips, partly to moisten it, and partly
to still more excite her lust. I then gently pressed it forward, and
introduced just its head, and drawing it in and out, made her beg me to
go further. I did so, slowly, until I found there was an impediment. I
knew that I must burst through this and that it would hurt her, so I
continued withdrawing and re-entering without going further until she
became so voraciously lewd as to throw her legs around my loins and
heave her bottom up to meet my thrusts. I seized the fortunate moment
and with one downright violent thrust burst through every barrier and
buried my prick in her up to the very hilt. The attack and its result
was so unexpected by Ellen that when she felt the knife-like thrust
of agony she gave a shriek of pain, and made an immediate effort to
throw me off. I was too firmly seated for any other result of her
struggles than the still more complete rupture of her maidenhead, which
my forward thrust had partially effected. I lay for some time quite
tranquil, and when her immediate pain wore off I commenced a gentle
in and out movement, which, without exactly exciting her, produced a
pleasing sensation. I then went on faster and faster until the crisis
came upon me, and I shot into her a torrent of boiling sperm that by
its balmy nature mollified the previous smarting; so that when I had
recovered from the delicious ecstasies of my first success, and my
prick gradually resumed its former vigour, I found by the somewhat
increased pressure upon it that her passions were re-awakening. Three
times did I fuck her before I withdrew, the last one appeared to give
her more pleasure, but still she complained of a smarting pain as I
passed over and over the shattered hymen. I advised her to rise and
lave herself as a relief, and to wash away the stains of blood from
her thighs. The towel was a fortunate thought on your part, but, in
fact, I had followed in all my movements the sage counsels you had
given me from the experience you had had in taking the virginities
of Mrs. Vincent and your two sisters, or I should otherwise probably
have bungled the matter, although my experience with your magnificent
aunt had naturally put me up to all the art of fucking. I had some
difficulty in persuading Ellen to let me put it in again, as she
declared she had endured perfect agony when I broke through her
maidenhead. However, I gamahuched her well, got her passions up,
moistened the shaft well, and was very gentle in entering and in my
first movements. I spent without making her do so. But the well-greased
sheath now allowing more easy movements, she gave down her nature with
considerable pleasure as I spent the second time. Still there was fear
and restraint—fear lest mamma might come back—so I thought it advisable
to retire to my own room, being quite certain that now the road is open
her lascivious nature will not be long in enabling her to enjoy the
sport to the utmost. By the way, she could not help wondering how mamma
could take in your immense pego; why, she said, it was as thick as her
wrist and much longer than her hand, and yet it seemed to slip into
mamma with ease and pleasure, ‘while yours, dear Harry, which is not
thicker than my two forefingers, and hardly much longer, has given me
such pain.’ I assured her it was only for the first night, and that if
she would bathe it with warm water two or three times during the day,
and put up a little glycerine as far as where it hurt, which her finger
could easily reach, she would find that tomorrow night there would no
longer be any pain felt, and she would enjoy it as much as she had seen
mamma do. With this advice I left her to her repose, and gained my own
room unobserved.”
After this we concerted together as to what we should say to the doctor,
who was sure to question us. Mrs. Dale’s cottage was not in our parish,
but she had driven over to our church, partly to throw off all suspicion
from the doctor’s mind, and also to thank him for allowing us to stay
with her.
We, therefore, knew that we should have to go to the rectory and stay
for luncheon. We agreed that we should not on this occasion take the
doctor into our confidence, but that we should tell him we had purposely
been very quiet and discreet, so as to throw Harry’s mother off her
guard. That Ellen slept with her, so that it became doubly necessary to
gain her confidence. This being arranged before we reached church, we
entered. After service we all adjourned to the rectory. The doctor
escorted Mrs. Dale, Harry, Ellen, and I my aunt. Aunt, pressing my arm,
asked me if I had had Mrs. D., as she seemed a fine woman worth having.
“Oh, dear no. I have had no opportunity, even if she would have
consented. I have been playing the ingenuous youth to help Harry with
his cousin. I thought we had somewhat thrown her off her guard, but she
was still jealous and watched him closely. Ellen slept with her, which
rendered things more difficult for Harry. She has closely examined me as
to the sort of intimacy existing between us. I threw such an air of
candour and innocence over my replies that she was quite delighted Harry
had met with such a companion. I fully expect she will break out in
praises of my _modest_ and discreet conduct.”
Indeed, so it turned out, and Mrs. Dale did it with such an air of
candour that aunt was quite convinced nothing as yet had occurred
between us. While the ladies discussed the dresses and bonnets of all
who had appeared in church, uncle took Harry and me for a walk in the
garden until luncheon was ready. Here he began, as aunt had done, to
question us as to our proceedings, and the reason for Mrs. D. asking
permission for us to stay. The same replies that had satisfied aunt
satisfied him that nothing as yet had taken place beyond my gaining the
confidence of Mrs. D.
“My dear Charlie,” said uncle, “you have only now to manage somehow or
other to let her see your great big cock without apparently your being
aware of it, and I will warrant, from my knowledge of woman’s nature,
that she will find a way to have you, only mind you play the innocent,
and be very awkward, and let her appear to teach you, which will give
double pleasure and prevent any questioning as to how you have gained
your instruction, if she thought you instructed.”
I smiled inwardly at these sage directions, and thought how completely
all persons knowing in the ways of the world gave the same advice. But
little did uncle then think that I had acted up to the very letter what
he was advising for my future conduct. We re-entered the house on
luncheon bell ringing. Mrs. Dale complimented the doctor on the advance
her son had made both in manners and instruction, and quite naturally
congratulated herself on his finding so very modest and gentlemanly a
companion in the doctor’s nephew—myself to wit.
Returning home, Ellen begged she might be allowed to walk, doubtless
calculating on having Harry for a companion. But mamma, while agreeing
to her request, was still sufficiently on her guard to take Harry in the
phaeton, and leave me to escort Ellen. Here was a chance! Ellen blushed,
but took my arm as we left the rectory. Uncle gave me a knowing look,
and a glance at Ellen, as we parted, as much as to say, I guess what
will happen. We walked away steadily enough until the first hedge hid
us. I stopped, and embraced Ellen tenderly, saying how glad I was to be
able to congratulate her on the happy chance her aunt had given her, by
coming to me for the night. She was a good deal confused at thinking
that I should know how she passed the night. I rallied her upon this,
told her that no secret existed between Harry and me, and that, in fact,
if I had not lent myself to the game, she would not have had the
opportunity for the great pleasure she must have had in Harry’s arms. I
knew she had not had much, but I wished to draw her on, and to make her
open out as to her feelings, being determined to make the most of any
confidence on her part. She replied that, indeed, she had done nothing
but suffer, and would not have allowed Harry to do what he did if she
had known the pain it would give her, she had been deceived by seeing
how much aunt had seemed to enjoy what was so greatly superior in size
to what Harry had. I smiled at her allusion to the size of my pego, and
knowing that her curiosity must be creating in her a desire to see it, I
told her it was well for her, in the first instance, to have had the
smaller weapon to penetrate her, and that now she would never again
suffer, even by the introduction of so large a one as mine.
“Oh, but when I think of the immense size of yours, I could never dare
to allow you to try, although aunt did seem to enjoy it, when you pushed
it in with such force.”
“My dear Ellen, it was the size alone that tempted mamma, and if I had
not been larger than Harry, I doubt if ever she would have come to me at
night.”
“But how could she dare to do so?”
“Curiosity to enjoy an unusually large cock, my dear.”
“Did you know she was coming?”
“Yes, and no. I saw that her passions were excited, when I had once
_accidentally_ allowed her to see my large proportions.”
“Yes, Harry told me what you were about, but I hardly expected aunt
would have dared to come to you—how did it happen?”
“Well, if you will promise _never_ to let your aunt know that I have
told, I shall tell you. She came and found me _apparently_ asleep, first
felt me, and seeing I did not awake, carefully uncovered me, looked at,
handled and kissed it, upon which, as my cock was nearly bursting, and I
could stand it no longer, I awoke, and innocently complained of the
stiffness I suffered from in that part, and begged her to tell me if
there was any means of relieving it. She told me there was, but it was a
great secret she hardly dared trust me with—and even if she could do so,
she was afraid of a great long thing like _that_, three of her hands
long below the head! but that if I promised secrecy, she would try. Then
she lay down and taught me how to put it in, and I know you afterwards
enjoyed the sight of our being in full action, quite naked—did you not
enjoy it, dear Ellen?”
“Well, dear Charlie, it was very exciting, and made me feel queer all
over; but is it really three hands and a head long?”
I was delighted at the question, as it showed me she was ready for what
I intended should be done. Curiosity once excited was sure to go to the
utmost length, if it had the opportunity. I had purposely been hurrying
on to gain a dense copse through which our path lay, and I knew there
was a snug glade, where we would be in perfect security. It was the
dinner hour of the peasantry, and no one else was likely to come that
way. Just as we entered the copse, she had put her last question. I told
her I would show her, if she would step a few yards beyond the foot
path. She objected, for form’s sake saying—
“What would Harry say?”
“There is no occasion for him to know anything about it, but even if he
did, has he not himself shown you mamma and me in full enjoyment of her
sweet charms; but, unless you tell him you may be sure I never shall, it
will not take a minute, and as we have already walked very fast, we have
plenty of time, and our absence will not be observed.”
With professed reluctance she allowed me to lead her where I wished.
Having arrived at the favourable spot, I sat down on a gentle slope, and
begged her to sit down beside me. As you may well suppose, my prick was
rampant, and almost bursting open my trousers, so that as soon as I
unbuttoned, out it flew in all its splendour. She gave a half scream of
surprise as she gazed upon its large proportions, and declared it looked
larger than when she had seen it with aunt. Her face flushed, and her
eyes sparkled as she gazed, but she seemed half frightened to touch it.
I took her hand and placed it on it. She immediately grasped it
convulsively, but sighed deeply. I had lain back on the grass that it
might stand out boldly before her and I told her to try if it was not
three hands and a head long. She immediately passed one hand over the
other from the root, and said it was really monstrous, and she wondered
how aunt could have got it into her.
“Oh, my darling, I hope some day you will find that you can take it all
in with the utmost delight, but I should not think of trying until you
have had some more practice with Harry.”
Meanwhile she was handling it with great excitement, and while saying
she was sure I could never succeed with her, she was evidently longing
to be able to take it in. I saw I must work her up more—so I said—
“Dear Ellen, you know what pleasure it gave you and Harry to play with
each other with your mouths, it is now your turn to let me see your dear
little thing—and then you must lie over me reversed, so that we may
enjoy ourselves with tongues and mouths.”
She let me at once pull up her petticoats, but said she feared that even
for that she was still too sore from Harry’s work last night. I asked if
she had bathed it in warm water and put glycerine up. “Oh, yes.”
At first it smarted, but before going to church, she had done it three
times, and no longer felt any pain, but still was afraid of my finger
going up. I was introducing it at the moment. It passed in its full
length without hurting her.
“Now, pull up your petticoats well, and lie down on me, while I do the
same with this charming little cunt; my tongue can only give it the
utmost pleasure.”
She herself was now so much excited that she was ready enough to comply
with my desires. She got upon me, her petticoats well canted over her
back. She glued her lips to my prick, and sucked and frigged it with an
energy that proved how highly her passions were fired. Her cunt was
already in a foam of spendings, which I first licked up. Then sucking
her tiny clitoris, stiffly projecting slightly out, I thrust my middle
finger up her cunt, and by the wriggling of her backside, saw how much
she enjoyed it. Introducing a second finger to moisten it, I withdrew
both, and, turning my hand sideways, made each finger enter a separate
aperture. She was already nearly in the grand crisis; it came upon her
before I was ready. She poured a greater discharge into my mouth than I
thought the young thing could have spent. It took her breath away, and
she released her suction of my prick for a minute. But on my begging her
to continue sucking, she did so with increased energy, and I poured out
a torrent of sperm that shot down her throat and nearly choked her, but
the dear girl never let go for all that, and sucked away until not only
was there not a drop left, but by her delicious titillations she had
brought my prick up to its utmost vigour again. I, too, had reawakened
her passions. She wanted to renew the sport in this way again, but I
begged her to allow me to rub the head of my prick up and down between
the well-moistened lips of her cunt, and then to spend with the point,
or at most the head, within it. She asked if she could trust me to stop
if it hurt her.
“Of course, my darling,” I said, “nothing shall be done, or rather
everything shall cease the moment you tell me to stop.”
Half afraid, yet wishing to try, she changed her position to a kneeling
one. I canted her petticoats well over her back, and first kissing and
handling her hard and plump buttocks, which promised a future
perfection, I stooped and again licked her charming pouting cunt with
all its budding fair young curls. Then applying my surcharged mouthful
of saliva to my already well-moistened prick, I lubricated it completely
from point to root, and then applied it to the half-opened lips. Rubbing
it up and down here, and over the clitoris, I excited her to the
greatest pitch.
“Oh! Charlie dear,” she cried, “try if its head will go in now, and I
will try to bear it.”
I was only too glad of the permission, and very rapidly got it in over
the nut, but it was very tight. I drew it half out again, and then, on
repeating this five or six times, found I was imperceptibly gaining
ground.
“Oh! dear Charles, it is delicious! Try on, gently.”
I did so, and had got rather more than half way in when she went off in
an agony of delight, deliciously pouring her warm liquid over my
enchanted prick, giving, at the same time, such a push backwards, which,
meeting a firm, though gentle forward movement on my part, joined with
the natural relaxation following her discharge, drove me up to the hilt
in the very tightest little cunt it has ever been my good fortune to
sheath myself in. I seemed to fill every cranny, and to have stretched
every part to its utmost distention. My aunt with her great cunt had a
power of pressure that seemed almost to nip off your prick, Miss
Frankland, too, was great in that way. But this was more like a very
well made first-rate kid glove, two sizes too small for your fingers,
yet giving way without bursting, and fitting every irregularity of the
nail or finger; just so her little cunt fitted my prick exactly like a
glove, and it was truly most ecstatic. A gentle withdrawing, and then as
gentle resheathing, so excited me that I shot a torrent of sperm up into
her very womb. She gave quite a cry of ecstasy, and I could feel the
tight sheath exercising a running movement along the whole length of my
prick, and still more tightly closing all round it—if that were
possible. It was so exquisitely delicious that both of us were almost
instantly in readiness for another course.
She asked if I was all in.
“Oh, yes, my dear, do you think you could have taken any more?”
“Oh, no, it appears to fill me to bursting, and to be up to my very
heart. I could not have supported more, but could hardly believe I had
it all, as I did not think it possible, and was afraid there was more to
come.”
“Did it give you any pleasure?”
“Oh, yes; and does so still—push on, dear Charlie, and don’t spare me,
it is heavenly.”
She wriggled and heaved her backside. I seized her by each hip and
favoured her side movements by, as it were, drawing her off and on;
faster and faster we moved, until at last the crisis seized us both
together. Her head sank with a deep sigh, or rather cry of ecstasy. She
would have fallen forward on her belly, but that my grip of her hips
held her bottom close up to my belly, with my prick thrust into the
innermost end of her cunt, until I felt the three points of the opening
of her womb, like the nailless ends of three fingers grasping, as it
were, the very point of my prick, and opening themselves to receive the
whole discharge of my sperm within its innermost recesses. Nothing could
be more delicious, and as I held her fast, I was myself in a state of
perfect ecstasy. At last addressing some endearing expressions, and
getting no reply, I found that the dear girl had quite fainted away, and
was insensible in every respect except in the continued convulsive
throbs of her delicious tight cunt. However, finding that she did not
recover her senses, I gently withdrew my still stiff prick. Very little
sperm followed the withdrawal. I wiped her cunt dry with my
handkerchief, and was glad to see there was no blood stains. I laid her
gently down on her back, ran to a little stream, and taking two handfuls
of water, came back, threw some on the still throbbing cunt, and
sprinkled her face with the drops that still adhered to my palms. This
had the desired effect; she opened her eyes, raised herself on her
bottom, and threw her arms round my neck as I knelt by her side. Telling
me I had made her taste of the joys of heaven, she kissed me, and then
burst into a hysterical flood of tears. I comforted her as best I could
and asked why she wept.
“I don’t know, dear Charles, but the last time made me feel both sick
and faint just after you had given me such ecstasy as I never dreamt was
possible. I believe I then fainted, and even now, I don’t know why but I
feel quite hysterical.”
I kissed her tenderly, begged her to rise and come to the spring, where
she could drink and said if she sat down on her feet I would bathe and
cool her dear little cunt, which would probably put all to rights. She
did so, and was quickly quite restored to herself again. She said she
supposed it was my enormous size.
“But it did not hurt me, dear Charles, it only gave me too much
pleasure; but you will do it to me another time whenever we have any
opportunity, will you not, dear Charlie?”
I assured her I should always be too glad to do so, but that we must
neither let her aunt nor Harry know of our proceedings. This being
arranged, and she having quite recovered from the pallor her fainting
fit had caused, we resumed our course homeward, and so hurried on that
Harry, who had come to meet us found us getting over the stile of the
last field, and was even disappointed that we had got so far, for we
were now in sight of the cottage. He had hoped to find us much further
back, and that I might have favoured his having a go at his cousin
before reaching home. Ellen squeezed my arm. I said it was just as well
as it was, for any imprudence might have awakened his mother’s
suspicions, and prevented a night of pleasure, which would be far better
than any uncomfortable field affair.
When we arrived at home, mamma thought that Ellen looked fatigued, and
advised her to go and lie down on her bed, and take an hour’s siesta.
She told us boys we had better do the same, as she had some private
matters to attend to. Harry and I saw immediately what was meant, and we
betook ourselves to our respective rooms, I to expect mamma, who did not
fail to come, and Harry to watch her, and then made the most of the
opportunity with his cousin. I quickly undressed, and when mamma came I
found she had divested herself of stays and undergarments; so when she
undid her gown, and let fall her shift, she stood in all the naked glory
of her beautiful form. I flew to embrace her most lovingly. Both our
hands wandered and being both in full heat, we were at it in a moment
fast and furious. I drove on, admirably seconded by dear mamma, and we
quickly both gave down at the same instant a most delicious libation on
the altar of Venus, and then died away in all the after-enjoyment. We
lay for nearly a quarter of an hour soaking in the delicious bliss of
satisfied desire. Mamma, on coming to her senses, kissed me most
tenderly, and declared she had never believed it possible that she could
have had such exquisite delight.
“But then, my dear Charles, I never dreamt that any man, let alone a boy
like you, could be so magnificently hung. Oh, it is also such joy to me
to think I have first taught you the real joys of coition, and tasted
the first sweets of that most glorious weapon. My dear Charlie, I must
contemplate its beauties in this full light; withdraw the dear fellow
and turn on your back.”
I did so. She rose, and turning in the reverse position, brought her
lovely foaming cunt right down on my mouth. I sucked up all the
delicious foam oozing from the aperture. Then drawing into my mouth her
half-stiffened clitoris, which was then pendant like a little boy’s
cock, I soon sucked it into its utmost rigidity, frigging her rich
pouting cunt with two fingers, the while. She, on her part, was not
idle, first playing with my prick, covering and uncovering its head,
which soon made it stand up in all of its glory. She was profuse and
loud in its praises. Then getting too excited for mere admiration, she
took it in her mouth and sucked it, and manipulated it with one hand,
fingering my codpiece with the other. I then found her fingers were
feeling and tickling my bottom-hole. She took her mouth from off my
prick, and paused a moment; then again applied her finger to my
fundament, and made it gently penetrate as far as it would go. The
previous pause had evidently been for the purpose of moistening her
finger with her saliva that it might slip in easily. I was delighted to
find that she had come to this, but pretending ignorance, I stopped my
proceedings to ask her what she was doing to my bottom, which could give
me such exquisite delight.
“It is my finger, my dear Charles, my late husband was always delighted
with my doing this, and used also to add greatly to my pleasure by doing
the same to me.”
“Shall I do so to you, dear mamma?”
“Oh, yes, my darling boy; moisten your finger first and then do it in my
bottom-hole, as you have been doing it in my cunt.”
“But I think I can do both at the same time, they are so close
together.”
“You are a delightful darling; do so, and it will be double pleasure to
me.”
So I immediately commenced to postillion her to her and my extreme
gratification. We soon spent with the utmost delight, and both swallowed
all we could get, continuing our suctions until the passions of both
were again excited. I now declared I must fuck her again in the kneeling
position, in which she had before given me such exquisite pleasure. As
she drew a little higher up, I flung my arms round her fine backside,
and glued my lips to her bottom-hole, and thrust my tongue in and out.
“Oh, Charles, dear, what are you doing? Oh! how delightful.”
And she wriggled her backside over my mouth in a most voluptuous and
lascivious way.
“Oh, rise my darling, and fuck me; you have made me so very lewd.”
I drew myself up on my knees behind her, and was into her with wild
ferocity that made her cry out with joy as she felt the mighty
instrument rush within her. I stooped and frigged her clitoris at her
desire, but wishing to contemplate the glorious movement of her backside
I begged her to frig herself that I might be able to do so. Seizing hold
of her hips, I drew her splendid bottom off and on my stiff and glowing
prick with such immense delight to her that she went off and spent
profusely, the hot stream bathing my delighted prick. But having already
fucked Ellen so shortly before, and having spent twice at the present
time, I remained for a while quiet, with mamma’s exquisite cunt
deliriously throbbing round it to the infinite enjoyment of my cock. I
stooped and nibbled with my fingers at one of her nipples. I played with
and frigged her very fine clitoris, which was soon in stiff-standing
excitement again. Being cool myself, I soon worked her up into the
wildest state of excitement by my frigging and the throbbings of my
prick, aided with occasional long slowly drawn-out movements, and then
as slowly regaining ground until within the last three inches, when it
was thrust vigorously forward, and kept there for her convulsive
pressures on it. I kept this up until she was almost wild with lust, and
cried out for more vigorous movements. I did not immediately comply, but
continued my exciting proceedings until she bit the pillow in the
madness of her lust. Then I drove on fast and furious, amid cries of
delight and ecstasy on her part, until the grand crisis overtook us both
at the same instant in a perfect fury and agony of delight. I had
previously left the frigging to herself, and had seized her hips and
enjoyed the glorious sight of the furious contortions of her bottom
under the excessive lubricity of her wildly excited lasciviousness. She
died away in such excess of ecstasy that she would have fallen on her
belly but for the grip I had upon her hips, and the pressure with which
I drew back her glorious bottom against my belly. I threw back my head
in the agony of delight, and brayed like a donkey as I had done once
before when fucking the luscious Frankland, and felt the three pointed
entrance to her womb close upon and nibble at the point of my prick so
delightfully, just as dear Ellen’s had done in the wood. As I came to my
senses I spoke to dear mamma, and found that she too had fainted away,
and was quite insensible to everything but the convulsive inner
movements of her delicious cunt. I withdrew and laid her gently down on
her side, bringing a tumbler of water, a sponge, and towel, I opened her
splendid thighs, sponged and bathed her cunt, which showed but little of
the torrent of sperm I had just poured into it. I then sprinkled her
face, and she came to with a deep sigh. Her first utterance was to bless
me for the joy I had given her, which was in fact too much, and then she
burst into tears and became quite hysterical. I thought it odd that I
should have produced the same effect upon her more accustomed and more
developed organs as I had done on dear Ellen. I comforted her in my
boyish way, and asked how it was that the effect should have been
different from anything she had previously experienced with me.
“Ah! my dear boy,” she said, with a deep sigh, “you have caused me such
extreme sensations that I fear you must have got me with child, you
seemed to penetrate my very womb, and to excite me far beyond anything I
ever previously remember.”
“My loved mamma, can I possibly get a child?”
“Get a child, indeed!” she replied. “Yes, a dozen, with such a great
monster of a cock, that so excites us poor women.”
I embraced her most tenderly, and said I was so happy to think I should
be the father of a child of hers.
“Alas! my dear boy, it may be joy to you, but what a sorrow it will be
to me if such should be the case; think how I should lose position in
the world if it should be known, and even if by going abroad I could
hide my shame from the public, still what shifts and contrivances I
should be put to to ensure secrecy; but never mind, my darling, I would
run twice such risk to enjoy your person, and secure your affection; you
must ever cherish and love me, my Charlie, for I risk good name and fame
for you; but now I must be gone, or we shall be sought for; try and
sleep a little, my dear boy, for I am sure you need it after your
exertions, and remember you must gain strength to renew them this
night.”
She kissed me lovingly, rose, put on her things and left me to repose.
But I could not help thinking of what she had said about fearing that
that peculiar fuck in which she had fainted portended fructification. If
so, I thought dear Ellen will probably be in the same predicament, for
the result was precisely the same with her. I may here observe that
mamma’s fears became certainties, both in her case and Ellen’s.
Eventually they both left the country together, when staying would have
brought on discovery. And, curiously enough, they were both delivered of
daughters on the same day. Of both I was the happy father, although
Harry had the credit of Ellen’s child, but she herself always asserted
to me that it was the delicious fuck in the wood that did the mischief.
And from the peculiar effect produced on both mothers on that day, I
never had any doubt of the real paternity, besides, the child grew up my
very image. Mamma’s daughter was superbly developed when she became a
young woman. She had even a larger clitoris than Miss Frankland, with
which she absolutely deflowered her sister’s cousin at the age of
fourteen. I may also incidentally observe that at the age of fifteen I
had both their maidenheads, as far as the male sex was concerned. And
Harry and I often fucked them together in every way; and my darling
daughter with her long and large clitoris has often fucked my bottom,
while I was doing the same to her sister, with Harry below fucking her
whom he believed to be his daughter. But this belongs to my latter
experiences, and has nothing to do with the present period of my life,
though, perhaps, I may be tempted hereafter to enter into all the
details of my middle age and later experiences.
Dear reader, pardon me this digression. To resume, I slept soundly for
an hour, then rose, and strolled in the garden with Harry, who related
to me how he had taken advantage of mamma’s occupation to steal into
Ellen’s room. She had been much afraid, the sly pussey, to allow him to
enter again, but when once he got within, and she found it did not hurt
her, but the contrary, she got extremely lewd, and they had two splendid
fucks. Then stealing along to my door to peep as to how we were getting
on, we so excited them again that he had another from behind, while she
stooped and peeped all the time, for it was when I was fucking mamma
from behind, on my knees, and they concluded it would be our last for
the present. When they had brought matters to a finish they separated,
and mamma had found Ellen fast asleep.
“But, by Jove, Charlie,” said Harry, “how splendid mother fucks, I quite
envied you, and I shall never rest until I get into her myself; how
gloriously she wriggles her backside, and how lusciously she enjoys
fucking; to be sure such a mighty prick as yours is enough to stir up
every passion; it astonished, and I think made Ellen more lewd, although
she is sure she could never take in such a monster.”
I smiled at thinking how easily the very youngest of the fair sex
deceives us, but I took care not to let Harry know my opinion.
We re-entered for dinner, and spent a pleasant evening, which was the
forerunner to the delights of the night. Mamma came as soon as she
thought Ellen fast asleep, which Ellen took very good care should soon
be the case. In a moment, she was quite naked, and clasped to my equally
naked body. I had been expecting her, and thinking over the delights of
our last fuck, so that I was rampant before her arrival. She was equally
eager for the fray, and at it we went hammer and tongs, and soon brought
the first bout to a close, in mutual “ah’s!” and “oh’s!” of delight. We
soaked for some time in the delicious enjoyment. Then mamma scolded both
herself and me for our precipitation, saying that we threw away all the
luxury and abandon of fucking when we went at it in such haste; it was
in that way mere animal instinct, and wanted all the lascivious delight
of lubricity and skill in fucking. She said, now that the edge was taken
off our appetites, we must begin again with a mutual gamahuche. She rose
first to piddle, and allowed me to see the rush of water from her
delicious cunt. Then lighting two more candles, she placed two at the
foot of the bed, and two at the head, by which we should both have the
advantage of seeing all we were caressing. Then I lay down on my back,
and she mounted on me, in reverse, thus bringing her bottom down over my
face. I thrust my tongue up her cunt, and licked up the delicious spunk
oozing down from the inside. Her piddle had washed all away from the
pouting lips. Then taking her charming clitoris in my mouth, I sucked it
up to its greatest stiffness. I had thrust three fingers into her cunt,
and when I found she had thrust hers into my bottom, I transferred them
all into her beautiful pink bum-hole. They were very greasy from my
sperm coming down upon them when in her cunt, and as she favoured their
entrance by pushing out her bottom, all three slipped in, without,
apparently, her thinking it was more than one. I was delighted to see
how easily it stretched out, for this gave me great ground to hope that
I should be able to manage to get my large pego within, which I was
fully resolved upon doing, but it required a little artfulness to do so
without raising her suspicions that it was no new road to me. She
brought matters to a conclusion much as before, and when re-excited,
mamma proposed to teach me a new way, which was by her mounting on me,
and staking herself on my standing pego. Like others before her, she did
not stoop down upon me until she had made herself spend where she was,
while I saved myself for further fucking.
When she died off, she sank on my bosom. I clasped her waist with one
arm, sucked the bubby nearest my mouth, and reaching round my other arm,
I brought my hand over her bottom to the delightful orifice, first
moistening my finger with her spending which was oozing out between the
lips of her cunt and my standing prick. I thrust my finger into her
bottom-hole, and worked it in and out, to her infinite satisfaction. She
cried out in the excess of her lewdness—
“Oh! my dear boy, that is just as my dear husband used to do, and it
gave me great pleasure, but not near so much as you do, for your dear
prick is twice as large as his was, and fills me with an excess of
pleasure which was never approached with him.”
All this led up to a superb and lascivious fuck, in which we both died
away in mutual ecstasy, with cries of voluptuousness, and then lay
soaking in delight until her weight forced me to beg her to turn on her
side. We then had a long sweet chat of love. Turning the talk on her
suspicions of having got with child at the morning prayers, I remarked
that she had had only one child by her husband, and as he had lived many
years after Harry’s birth, and from what she said, she had continued to
be enjoyed by him, it was, therefore, not probable she would now be got
in the family-way.
“That appears probable, my dear boy, but then he took precaution not to
get any more children.”
“But what precautions could he take, and how did he do so?”
“You are a curious boy, but I shall tell you. He used to continue long
at it, making me spend two or three times before he did, and then when
he felt it coming he used to withdraw, and his prick being all moist, he
would slip it into my bottom, and spend there as soon as ever he got the
head of it inside.”
“And did that give you any pleasure, mamma?”
“He had excited me, and made me spend several times before he did so;
and beyond slight irritation I did not feel much pleasure, as he was
generally so near the crisis that he could scarce do more than get its
head in when off he went.
“Did he ever get it in altogether—and then did it give you pleasure?”
“Sometimes he did when he had drawn it out of my cunt too soon; in such
cases he used to pause until by rubbing my clitoris he got me into a
renewed state of lewdness, and then the pleasure was peculiar and
great.”
“Oh, my dear, mamma, you must let me too fuck you in that way, and then
you know we shall get no children.”
“My darling Charlie, it is impossible that this great big thing could
ever get into that orifice, my late husband’s was not half your size,
and he had great difficulty unless I had already spent three or four
times and relaxed all those parts. I should not dare to let you attempt
it.”
“Oh, yes my darling mamma, you will let me just get its point in and
spend there. I should so like to try. We will fuck two or three times
first, and then after the third time I shall frig you till you spend
first, and so I shall be ready just to put in the point for you to try
how it feels.”
“But, my dear boy, the least throb on my part will push it out, unless
it is in over the nut, and only look what a size it is. I can hardly
grasp it, and although it is so velvety it is quite hard. Oh, the dear
fellow, let me kiss it, and then do you fuck me again, my darling.”
She bent her body, gave me a delicious suck, then throwing herself on
her back, and opening her beautiful thighs, invited me to mount her.
Before doing so I also bent and sucked her charming and well-developed
clitoris, until she squealed again with pleasure, and begged me to put
it to her. I threw myself on her belly, and with one vigorous shove
drove my rampant prick up to the hilt, making her all shake again. She
was so hotly wound up that she spent with the single shove, and poured a
flood of hot liquid over my delighted prick. I, too, would have gone off
in two more thrusts had she not thrown her arms and legs around me, and
slipping her hands over my buttocks, held me tight pressed against the
pouting and greedy lips of her salacious cunt as if she would shove in
ballocks, buttocks and all, if it were possible. So keeping it tightly
thrust in up to the lowest hair, which lay all crushed between us, I let
her indulge in all the delight of perfect conjunction, responding to her
delicious throbbing cunt with powerful throbs of my own highly excited
prick. For more than a quarter of an hour did she lie panting and
convulsively sobbing in the perfect ecstasy of enjoyment. At last she
drew my mouth down to hers, and thrust her sweet tongue into my mouth; I
sucked it, and her hands relaxing the pressure of my buttocks, against
her cunt, I began a slow in and out movement that soon renewed her
utmost lubricity. Most actively and divinely did she second me with an
art quite her own. Fast and furious grew our movements, until, like all
things human, they came to an end in a death-like agony of delight, in
which my very soul seemed to take flight, and we lay all unconscious,
for I don’t know how long, enjoying all those exquisite after-delights
which a prick soaking in the cunt of a beautiful and lewd woman so
enchantingly confers. When we recovered, we rolled over sideways, and
still intertwined and conjoined in the sweet priapic bonds, we lay
billing and cooing with all those soft loving murmurings and bitings so
befitting such moments. At last both were again ready, and longing for
the fight. I proposed the delicious kneeling position. She saw at once
my object, and said I was a little traitor, who wanted to surprise her
bottom-hole.
“But, my darling boy, it is really impossible.”
I embraced, flattered, cajoled, and implored her until at last she
promised that if I would engage on honour not to go further, she would
try and support the entrance of my prick as far as over the nut, but
that I must really withdraw it if it was too painful for her. So these
preliminaries being arranged, she got into position. First stooping to
lick out her delicious cunt, and give a suck or two at her charming
clitoris, I brought my eager prick to the pouting and longing lips of
her delicious cunt, and after two or three rubs, thrust it in with a
rush that made my belly smack against her glorious backside. We then lay
quiet, throbbing mutually in the luxury of voluptuousness. I passed a
hand under her belly, and frigging her clitoris quickly, made her come
in an ecstasy of delight. I only gave her time for one or two throbs of
my prick, and knowing that nothing so much delights a lecherous woman as
quick movements almost immediately after spending, I commenced rapid
series of thrusts, shoving my prick well up to the hilt every time, and
talking grossly all the while, such as—
“Does not that shove make you quiver? There you have it to the ballocks
in your lascivious and delicious cunt,” &c.
She grew madly lewd, called me her own dear delightful fucker.
“Yes, yes; I feel it is up to the root. I have it well in, my dear boy.
Your dear, great big prick, it kills me—kills—kills me—with—joy. Oh! oh!
oh!”
She squealed again with all the lewdness of the most delicious spend.
She had hardly gone off, and was yet in all the throes of delight when
I, too, feeling I could hold out no longer, suddenly withdrew the
reeking shaft, and bringing it to bear against the corrugated and
beautiful orifice of her bottom, attempted to introduce it.
Notwithstanding the fury of my excitement, I was sufficiently gentle to
push in without force, and sheathed it over the nut without difficulty
or drawing a murmur from dear mamma, who fulfilled her promise, and did
her utmost to help me by pushing out her big bum, and offering no
resistance with her sphincter muscles. I was so highly wound up that
even if I had promised to be content with the insertion of the head, I
could not have gone on further, as the access seized me with such
killing sweetness that I melted away, shooting a torrent of sperm far up
into her entrails, and then losing all power of even the slightest
further thrusts. I suppose it was the long holding back to let mamma
spend two or three times that had wrought me up to such a high pitch of
nervous excitement that when I spent I seemed to lose all power of
further advance. This was the first time I ever felt this momentary
impuissance, but it was by no means the last; it generally follows the
holding back your spending powers in the fuck that leads to it. The
delicious throbbings of dear mamma’s luscious cunt, which were repeated
in her arms, soon reawakened my momentarily dormant powers. My prick had
gone down more than usual, so that it was only a soft half stiffness
that ensued, but enough to enable me to give it a forward movement, and
it slipped almost imperceptibly in quite as far as he could go before
dear mamma had recovered from the ecstasy of her last discharge. As she
came to, I continued convulsively catching my breath, as if I were still
in that exquisite sensation of half consciousness. I felt her pass her
hand between her thighs, and heard her murmur—
“Why, I declare he is up to the hilt!”
Her gentle touch on my cods, which she took in her hand and fondly
caressed, made my prick stiffen sensibly. She felt this, and caressed
them more until she made it stand as stiff as ever, still imbedded to
the utmost in that delicious bottom, which by its increased throbbings,
seemed rather to welcome the stranger than repulse him. I pretended now
to recover my full consciousness, and cried out—
“Oh, where am I? I have never known such heavenly joy.”