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08-08-2011, 04:56 PM

My mother was too wise to allow Mary to sleep in the same room with me
after having, as she thought, opened my eyes and allowed me to taste
the forbidden fruit of love. That night I was glad to retire early and
went to sleep fully believing my usual bed-fellow would lay herself by
my side when she returned home with my aunt; but I slept soundly till
the next morning and was greatly surprised to find myself alone when I
awoke in the morning, and lay for some time wondering how it
was--supposing of course they had stayed at my aunt's friends all
night. About eight o'clock there was a tap at the door, and I called
out "Come in!" and there was Patty all blushes and smiles to say it was
nearly breakfast time.

"Here, Patty," I said, holding out my arms to her, "Come and forgive my
rudeness to you yesterday. Kiss me; then I shall be sure you do."

"How can I help loving you, Master Percy, after what you did to me?" as
she threw her arms round my neck and imprinted a long, burning kiss on
my lips.

"You didn't have Mary here last night; your Mamma made her sleep with
her last night, and they are not up yet, so I made a pretence to call
you. I couldn't get you out of my thoughts all night, you wicked, bad
boy. Now you have ruined me."

"My love, how could I help it? You looked so tempting as you lay asleep
on the bed," I said, getting one hand up her clothes till it fairly
grasped her mossy palpitating love grot.

She didn't struggle, but said softly: "Ah, no, you mustn't, you'll make
me a baby, Percy; you are such a big, strong fellow."

"You don't love me, Patty, or you would want me again, but I mean to
have it now, just this once, my darling, so don't make a fuss, I must
have you now," pulling her down by my side as I threw off the sheet,
which was all I had over me, and exposed to her view my Prick in a most
glorious state of erection.

There was no resistance now, as I made her grasp the staff of life and
champion of love in her hand. "What a big thing!" she whispered. "Only
to think it has been in me, or I should be dreadfully frightened, you
bad, bad boy," she whispered, gluing her lips to mine in a long, ardent
kiss. It was too delicious to hurry matters, her hand was gently, and I
believe instinctively, caressing my delighted Prick, which seemed ready
to burst from excessive desire, as our tongues met in rapturous
dartings in and out of each other's mouths. She heaved a deep sigh, and
knowing the psychological moment had arrived with her, I rolled over
between her legs, and her own fingers, directed by the intensity of her
feelings, put the head of my affair well within the lips of her
swimming Cunt, one or two easy shoves sending it home to her heart's
desire, as she heaved up to meet the penetrating strokes.

"Ah, how lovely, to feel it all in me again! You don't know how I have
longed for you once more. Percy darling, since you ruined me yesterday.
Ah, that was awful, how you stretched and tore into my poor Pussy, and
yet, you bad boy, I loved you for it, I wanted it so; why didn't you
run after me when I run away from you in the corridor at first? But I
guess it was Mamma you were after just then, dressed as you were in her
things. The sight of you and that kiss did make me feel hot. Now tell
me everything, or I will shove you off, and you shan't have any fun
with me."

I had got her too tight, but to please her and add zest to my fucking,
I told her what a love my mother was, and how we had enjoyed ourselves
in her bed, adding, "No fear, I shall fuck every one in the house now,
neither my mother or my aunt shall stop me now I have found out what a
pleasure it is."

"You dear boy, Percy. I must have my share, even if you make me a baby:
shove into me! Quicker! Faster! Fuck me hard! Ah! oh! it's coming
again. Spunk into your Patty. Say you will love me a little."

My boiling hot sperm shot into her delighted cunt at that same moment,
making her squirm with the excess of her emotion, but it never relaxed
in stiffness and kept on poking away, and making her more and more
excited till we both came again in a perfect flood of love juice, which
was so profuse that my balls and thighs, as well as her notch and legs,
were all drowned in the creamy, viscous fluid and we lay panting and
exhausted. There was no time for further fucking just then, so I rushed
off to the bath-room to refresh myself.

Aunt Gertie was my sole companion at the breakfast table, and she eyed
me with a peculiar look as I hungrily put away a lot of devilled
kidneys, as well as two raw eggs beat up and mixed in my coffee, to
which she slyly added a little fine old Cognac, a speciality of my
father as a pick-me-up after too much woman.

"Percy," she said archly, "Did you miss Mary last night? Mamma took
care to keep her away from you now she thinks she has opened your eyes.
I knew she would take advantage of our being away yesterday to take
what she thinks was your maidenhead, but we know better, don't we,
dear. Still you must give Auntie Gertie her due now and then, as I
taught you first. Tell me how she seduced you, Percy."

"Oh, Gertie, you know I was mad for her and didn't wait for her to give
me a chance. I went and caught her asleep, so I dressed up in her
chemise and that blue open-work combination, slippers, stockings, and
all: it did show everything off, and the size of my bursting prick made
her eyes start, I can tell you. Yet I pretended to not know anything,
and acted the innocent so well she thinks she taught me everything. Ah!
it was lovely--luscious--I can tell you; so I didn't want Mary much
last night, you may be sure. But talking of it makes me awfully stiff
now; let me kiss your lovely cunt, and have a fuck on the chair. We
can't go anywhere else; the servants won't come unless rung for."

My head was soon under shirts, and my tongue made that lascivious cunt
of hers quiver and spend in profusion, as I sucked out every drop, then
jumping up, as rampant as a goat, I pulled her across my lap as I sat
on a chair; her hands taking hold of my terribly rigid instrument and
holding it straight to the mark, as she slowly impaled herself on it;
then, gluing her lips to mine, she almost sucked my breath away as she
rode up and down on my champion. We were both too hot for it to last
long, her spendings gushed in response to my emission at the critical
moment, and we revelled in a sea of delight, her cunt nipping me so
tightly that I kept on tossing her up and down on it, and a long drawn
out engagement made us both so excited that when we spent again the
erotic fury gave me such strength that I fairly lifted her in my arms
as I stood up and danced her on my prick, without any support from the
chair, till I reeled back spent and exhausted, dragging her to the
floor by my side. How we laughed when we recovered a little, and
resolved to have many more such fucks after breakfast when Mamma
happened to lay late.

"Now I shall go and have a look at them in bed, and, if Mary is still
with Mamma, will get in between them. Won't that be a lark, Gert?"

"What a boy my Percy is," she said, kissing me. "Take a drop of Papa's
liqueur, and perhaps, after all I have done, you will be able to do as
much as she can expect after what she did for you yesterday."

I had a nip of that wonderful liqueur, which must have been the same as
Mary had mentioned when telling me of the scene between Capt. Devereux
and his sisters, for it fired my blood, and if my aunt had not vanished
I should have been into her again, so powerful was the aphrodisiac

My prick was as rampant as ever, so I dashed away to my room, stripped
quite naked and throwing a dressing-gown around me, hurried to Mamma's
bed-room. Entering very stealthily, I surprised her and Mary in the
midst of a Tribadic scene each with her head buried between the other's
thighs and busy sucking the love-juices as greedily as possible. The
bottom nearest to me happened to belong to darling Mary, and the sudden
fancy possessed me to put my eager prick into the lovely little brown
hole which Mamma's finger was just then probing rapidly, to the girl's
evident delight, judging by the way she swayed her buttocks about and
pressed down her cunt reciprocating every touch of tongue, mouth, or
busy fingers.

Dropping my dressing-gown. I was there in a moment. One hand pulled
back my Mamma's fingers as the other presented the head of His
Randiness to the wrinkled, brown bum hole of Miss Mary, which was
fairly lubricated by the finger-frigging it had had, and got the head
of my prick really lodged within the tight entrance before the girl was
aware of what was happening.

Mamma realised the situation at once, as with a suppressed ejaculation
of "Ah, rogue, push it all into her," she grasped poor Mary firmly
round her waist, so she could not get away from me.

"Oh, Lord, what's that? How big it is. Ah, no, no, you shan't, Mr.
Percy. Oh, Madame, pray don't let him do that to me," she almost
screamed as she found out who it was and what I was at; but all her
efforts to frustrate me were useless, as I held on tightly to her
buttocks with booth hands pulling her towards me, as my prick shoved
his way gradually in, till I accomplished the ravishing of her second
maidenhead. The state of extreme lubricity in which I had surprised her
made my conquest easier than it might otherwise have been, and now I
was in she soon began to get still more excited, and Mamma had no
further occasion to hold her so tightly, and busied herself by kissing
and caressing my balls as they banged against the girl's bottom at
every stroke. The liqueur I had taken had the effect of making me
desperately stiff, although it did not hasten the climax, which to our
mutual enjoyment was some time in coming off, and words fail me to
describe the erotic ardour of this bottom-fuck; I ground my teeth like
any one in a rage every time I plunged into that burning back passage
of hers, and she seemed beside herself with emotion, squealing and
sobbing from excessive pleasure, till at last my spunk squirted right
up to her vitals, and I knew she also experienced the very acme of
bliss, although it seemed to have been one long continued spend with
her and my mother.

After enjoying the compressions of that delicious arsehole for a few
minutes I withdrew with difficulty. My priapism continued so violent,
and prick was so enormously distended that when at last it came out
there was a flop like the drawing of a very tight cork.

Mamma seized my member and sucked it clean in her mouth, but finding
there was not the least relaxation of stiffness wished also to have it
in her bottom.

Mary could hardly yet believe that my now enormous tool had really been
up her back entrance, so she wished to see the operation performed, and
getting off Mamma, made her kneel up dog-fashion and taking her old
friend in her hand, presented its head to my mother's bottom, as I
mounted behind. It was not a virgin like Mary's and was well stretched
by previous insertions of her husband's and other pricks; still my
priapism continued so strong on me, and my affair was so enlarged, it
was no very easy matter to shove past her tight sphincter muscle, which
gripped the head of my prick and made further progress hard to achieve.

The idea of fucking my own mother's bottom increased my ardour, I felt
actually stronger than ever, and should have liked to get in balls and
all; her buttocks were pushed out to facilitate my efforts, and getting
past that muscular obstruction, my cock glided in to the roots of my
sprouting hair; what a luscious feeling that was; Mary was handling my
balls most lovingly, as she feared they might be lost inside, and I
could feel her kissing my rump.

"Now it's all in. Fuck me well, Percy, my love! don't forget it's your
own mother who gives all to her dear boy. Make it last as long as
possible. Frig my cunt, Mary--put in two fingers. Now go on, but not
too fast at first--gentle strokes bring the greatest pleasure, till at
length we go crescendo. Oh, you do it so nicely, my love, my own boy!
Isn't he a darling, Mary? He shall fuck you, my love, as often as he
likes; only I must have my boy when I want him."

"Darling Mamma--my own mother. Do I do it nicely?" as my cock pushed
slowly and gently in and out of that delicious bottom, which closed so
tightly on my enraptured tool, feeling as hot as a fresh poultice; the
grip on the sphincter muscle and the heat inside combining to produce
the most voluptuous sensations.

I got beside myself with the erotic intensity of pleasure, and soon
began a rather furious pushing; each drive increased my ardour, making
her wriggle and squirm her buttocks about so that had I not got a firm
grasp with my hands I should have lost my position. Mary's fingers
frigged her rapidly as well, and she managed with her other hand to
caress my testicles, and every now and then grasped the root of my
prick, drawing back the skin of the foreskin, so that each plunge gave
me the most intense delight, the head and shoulders of my prick being
so well bared, I felt the contraction of her anus in the most exquisite

My priapsim was too violent for me to spend quickly, so this was a most
delicious drawn out bottom-fuck, which seemed never ending to me, and I
could feel dear Mary's fingers well up her cunt, as only the thin
membrane was between them and my burning tool.

Sometimes she withdrew her fingers, all dripping with my mother's
copious emissions, and tried to insert them by the side of my prick in
the maternal arse-hole, but only succeeded in getting one up alongside
of Mr. Pego; this was a lovely idea and tended even more to excite me.

"Spend, mother darling. Shove your bottom out to meet every poke I give
you, I shall come soon now!" I almost shouted in my savage delight.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!--Ah, this is Fucking. It's come! Don't you feel it
shoot up you, dearest mother? Oh, oh, I'm done now!" as I fell
exhausted and rolled by her side on the bed.

She drew my face to hers between her two hands--laughing, sobbing, and
crying from the excess of her feelings. "My boy, my own Percy, how you
did fuck me, you dear," smothering me with a profusion of the most
loving hot kisses, whilst Mary, also carried away by the scene in which
she had participated, took possession of my still stiff machine and
sucked it till she had extracted every drop that still oozed from it.

We had been nearly an hour over these two bouts of bottom-fucking, and
now felt so done up we fell asleep in a confused heap of disorder,
uncovered as we lay and our parts reeking with the overflow of so much

It was long past mid-day when I opened my eyes again on the scene, Mary
was gone, but darling Mamma was ardently examining my manly cock,
feeling how stiff it was still, and gently frigging it with the softest
possible up and down motion of her delicate hand, covering and
uncovering the ruby-coloured head as her hand moved the skin.

"Let me feel your lovely cunt, my own mother's cunt," as I got my
fingers between the pouting lips of her vermilion slit, working them
gently so as gradually to again rouse all the lubricity of her nature.
Within a couple of minutes a flood of sperm rewarded my efforts to
please her, and she gasped in ecstasy: "What a boy you are! There is
such a magnetism in your touch, I came directly. In fact, the idea of
possessing you, my lovely boy, makes me spend continuously. I even kept
coming in the short sleep I have just had, and when I awoke your
precious prick was still standing hard in my hand; you don't come
often, and I am rather afraid of injuring you, my pet! but I must have
it once more; once more feel this fleshy jewel probing up towards my
very heart. Lie still on your back and take it as easy as you can: I
will do all the work."

Saying which she rolled me over, then kneeling across me, took my
inflamed prick, now as hard as ivory, and placing the head to her
longing notch, slowly settled her body down upon it as it gradually
slipped in, and seemed to fill and distend even her well-used
cunt--used as it had been to take in the manly affairs of husband,
brother, or others.

"You dear boy, how your grand, young prick fills your mother. To think
my boy is such a splendid fellow! What a fucker you will be!" she said
laying herself over me and kissing my lips rapturously, but never for a
moment allowing her glorious cunt to lose hold of my cock. Sitting up
again, she slowly raised her buttocks up and down, so as to let me feel
each insertion, nipping me so tightly that the folds of her vagina
turned back the foreskin each time she came down on me. This fired me
so I could not keep still, but grasping her round the hips, I bucked up
to meet each downward motion, sending my delighted tool chock up to the
entrance of her womb. Now and again she settled down on me in the
closest possible conjunction and treated my prick to the most enjoyable
contractions on the very head of my bursting engine, till at length
quite a sudden paroxysm made me eject right into her womb as she
imparted to me a most singular quivering sensation, the sure indication
to both of us of a real impregnation.

"You've done it again, Percy. I shall have twins, and if they are girls
you shall fuck them as soon as they are old enough," she said with a
laugh. "But really, my darling, I should like my own boy to make me a
baby--you would be both father and brother to it. Now we must get up
for luncheon or Aunt Gert will be after us. She always knew I would
have you, and you may have her some day."

"You lovely mother," I said, clinging to her for another kiss. "I shall
fuck you all in this house. I know I shall, now I think of nothing
else. There's you, auntie, Mary, and Patty. I must have her too. May I

"What a boy it is: but you must always love Mamma best, Percy, won't

"Yes, darling mother; but you have taught my prick to fuck, and--and I
want so to shove it into every nice woman or girl I see. I know I
shan't be able to help myself."

"To-night you are to sleep in that room next to mine, and I won't let
you do any more for a day or two: you must not be exhausted by too much
of it, or you will soon be ruined in your health. So I must now keep
you away from Mary, as your eyes are opened to the forbidden fruit."

However inclined I might be for the incestuous embraces of my lovely
mother, the door being locked on the other side, it could only be when
she thought proper to admit me, as she intended to have due regard for
my health, and not allow a boy of my age to run into excesses, which
might ruin my constitution.

She could also now (as she thought) take care that neither of the
others should rob her of very much of my puerile vigour, which was so
precocious considering my age. For a day or two her precautions were
quite needless, as when my violent priapism had subsided it left my
energies in a very relaxed state, and I would seriously advise any of
my readers who may think of resorting to Aphrodisiacal stimulants, to
have nothing to do with them, but rather to trust to the impulses of
their nature; when they really need a good fuck the cock-stand will be
evident enough; forcing nature only tends to after enervation, and
should only be resorted to on some special occasion when one really
wishes to prove himself a champion in the arena of Love. Then it may be

But to return to my story: I did not at all relish the idea of Mamma's
supervision, it was repugnant to my idea of personal liberty, and had
the contrary effect, in making me restive under such restraint, and
firmly resolved to do as I liked every chance I could get. One morning
I had a most pleasant dream. "I was in a beautiful garden, laying on
the soft turf under some rose bushes, when just as I was hand-frigging
myself two delicious looking little girls stood before me, holding up
their frocks, and showing me their rosebuds of hairless slits, as they
also rubbed and frigged their little cunts, smiling and telling me they
could. They were exquisitely dressed in the Watteau style, looking
almost like Dresden figures, being so chic and delicate; then, seating
themselves one on each side me on the grass, they proceeded to handle
and play with my great big prick, allowing me at the same time to frig
their two little cunts for them, till the juice spurted from my affair
right up into their faces, and I could feel their sticky young
spendings all over my busy fingers." I awoke and found I had quite
deluged the sheet with a flood of sperm. This dream made me reflect and
think where such little dears could be found. I was quite innocent as
regards knowing what an awful offence it would be to poke or take
liberties with such little girls, so resolved to take a walk in search
of adventures.

Our residence stood in large grounds of its own, surrounded by a
delightful country stretching away in a long vista to the South Downs.
Papa owned several farms in the neighbourhood, so we were generally
respected and looked up to by the working class and their families, as
Mamma disbursed a good deal in helping any who might be in trouble.

I remembered one labourer's family, the husband a carter who never got
home till late in the evening, as his work was rather at a distance;
his wife, about thirty or a little more, was a fine, handsome, young
woman with a ruddy, tanned face, but oh! such brown eyes as she looked
at you from under her dark eyelashes. She was a fine woman of her
class, and I had once heard Mamma say Peter, her husband, had to marry
Phoebe (that was her name) very young as he had got her into trouble;
she had three very pretty little girls--ten, eleven, and twelve years
old--regular beauties, with the same dark brown eyes and arch looks as
their mother, and they were well grown for their ages. This was my
mark. I had often been with Mamma on a visit to their cottage when they
had any little illness, and carried a basket of nice things for them. I
didn't know their family name, but Phoebe always kissed me and so did
the girls when they were well. "Master Percy, Master Percy," they would
call out as soon as ever I got in sight, because I generally had some
sweets in my pocket for them. Now I had not been to the cottage for
quite two years, and wondered if Phoebe would kiss me now. I would her
if I got the chance. It was only about a mile to walk from our house
down an unfrequented lane leading to nowhere but an old farm-house
further on.

Mrs. Twiggs, our housekeeper, lent me a small basket, so I went into
the pantry and helped myself to a good sized cake, some eggs, and a
bottle of port wine, as I said I had heard that Phoebe was rather

I timed myself to get to the cottage soon after their mid-day meal, so
as to have a long afternoon in case I found any sport.

Phoebe was all smiles as she answered my rap at the cottage door. "Oh,
Master Percy, how you have grown, and how's your Mamma--I hope she
isn't ill?"

"No thanks, Phoebe, I heard you were not quite well, so made up my mind
to walk over with some new-laid eggs and a bottle of wine for you and a
cake for the girls; where are they?"

"How kind of you, Master Percy, who could have told you that? I'm all
right, and the girls have gone to see their grand-mother at Becton and
won't get home much before dark, so I'm alone; no-one ever comes so see
me. Thank you so much. Won't you come in and sit down for a rest?"

"That I will, Phoebe, and I feel done up carrying that basket. You
might draw the cork and give me a glass of port, and a drop will do you

The cork was soon drawn, and she drank to my health with her "Best
respects to you, Master Percy. How you have grown, I shan't like to
kiss you now."

"Why not, Phoebe, what harm can it be? I have often sat on your lap and
kissed you when my mother was here, and I mean to again."

"Oh, no, it isn't proper only with little boys. They're harmless you
know; now you're so big you must only kiss your young lady sweetheart,
or Mamma, or your dear aunt, Miss Gertie."

"But you must give me one, or I shall feel quite a stranger. What harm
can it be?"

"Well I don't know any harm, and you're a dear, kind boy to think of
us, as you have, but I mustn't do it again before any one," as putting
her glass down she stood up and kissed my cheek, and would have sat
down again; but my arm was round her waist in a moment, drawing her
close to me, my lips kissed hers, then her cheeks and lips again.

"You only gave me half a kiss, Phoebe, I must have a proper one,"
pushing her back on her chair, and seating myself on her lap. "This is
how I want it, just as you used to do. Now kiss me nicely."

Her rich-colored face crimsoned, and I felt her splendid bosom heave
with emotion as I fairly glued my lips to hers, and tried to push my
tongue between her lips, and one hand tried to get inside her

"You mustn't, you wicked boy. What a flutter you have put me into: now
get away do, Master Percy. You ought not to kiss me like that."

But she only struggled faintly; my hand slipped inside her bosom and
felt those still lovely firm orbs, as her heart palpitated and her lips
gradually relaxed till my tongue fairly met hers tip to tip.

"Ah, you rogue! how bad you make me feel," returning my caresses, and
rubbing one hand up and drown my back, as if she only wished she dared
put it in front.

"Percy, Percy, Master Percy, for shame, don't be so rude," as I
suddenly placed her hand on my big prick which I had let out of my
trousers. "What a size for a boy of fourteen, and I believe you know a

"Yes, Phoebe, I know what 'cunt' and 'fuck' mean; shall we have a game?
We're all alone, and it is so nice--you have made me feel wild." I was
now raising her skirts and soon had my hands up a splendid pair of
thighs, fit for Venus herself, and quite innocent of drawers, as a
delightful aroma of cunt made me feel still more randy. Separating her
legs, as she lay back in the chair, I could see what a splendid white
skin she had, and the lips of her cunt just peeping out from a
profusion of almost black brown hair. Not a word passed between us as I
tried to get into her, but I could hear the heavy breathing and the
almost audible palpitation of her heart. I was a little awkward, but
her hand helped me to go straight: the head of my eager prick got in,
and, she pushing herself forward, I progressed upwards within the folds
of her vagina and found myself at full length in one of the hottest
cunts I had yet felt. "Wait a moment, don't hurry, dear; let me enjoy
it--this is a treat, Master Percy. I couldn't help myself, but it is so
awfully wicked you know."

She kept me like that for quite five minutes, the inner folds of that
amorous cunt of hers pressing and nipping the head of my prick, her
arms were tightly clasped round my back, so I could scarcely move,
whilst her lips seemed as if they would eat mine, and her tongue was
regularly fucking my mouth.

"Let me fuck you, Phoebe, you're making me come. I can't stop it, dear.
Ah, oh! There it is shooting up you. Can't you feel it?"

"Yes, yes, I'm spending too, Percy, you love; what a grand prick to
hold in my cunt--Peter's isn't near so big--you fill me up so
beautifully, besides he only fucks me on Sundays; he is too tired to do
it during the week. Will you come and see Phoebe as often as you can?
Now fuck me well, you dear boy."

Without losing my stiffness, I went on drawing right out to the head of
my instrument and pushing it slowly in again, which soon drove her
quite wild.

"Faster quicker, fuck hard, darling!" she almost screamed, and as I did
so with all my force, she lay back and gave quite a neighing squeal in
the excess of her lubricity. I came again at the same moment. So
finished my first fuck with the splendid country woman, who was indeed
a rough jewel in her way. She would not permit any more just then, so I
took leave of her after we had kissed each other's parts, and she made
me promise not to be long before I called again.

All the way home my prick was very troublesome to me, I had not had
enough; it repeatedly stood stiff so that I could hardly walk, and I
think it must have been that, like many quiet women who seldom think
their cunts require a bath, she had treated me to rather too much
essence of woman.

Mamma made me read to her and Auntie after dinner till it was time to
retire. My morning's adventure, as I thought over it and all the
possibilities it promised for future pleasure (not only with Phoebe,
but also her three girls) now roused me to a state of quite furious

"Mamma, Mamma!" I shouted as I jumped out of bed and rattled at the
door between our rooms. "Open, oh open, mother, I'm so ill!"

This ruse answered at once, and I found Mary was with her, as, opening
the door, anxiously enquired what was the matter.

"Look, look, I shall die! It's so stiff," lifting my night shirt to let
her see my glorious state of erection, as I rushed in and jumped on her
bed, where I found darling Mary under the coverlet. Being mad for a
fuck I tried to uncover her, but she rolled herself in the bed-clothes
laughing at my baffled efforts to get at her.

"Help me, Mary, to hold him tight. I'll make his bottom tingle for
cheating me like that," grasping me by her left arm round my waist and
keeping me face downwards on the bed. "You're ill are you, Percy? Well
I'm the doctor; a few good spanking slaps will do you good. Hold him
tight, Mary, he's so strong and so wicked. There, there, how do you
like that--and that--and that? Kick away my boy!" as I plunged and
yelled under the smarting smacks.

"The poor boy; pray don't be too hard on him," said Mary, holding me
tightly with both arms around my neck, and kissing me amorously at the
same time.

"Well, well, you take his part, do you, you wanton girl? you are as bad
as he is. No doubt this has been planned between you; have him then and
see what you will get by it."

Mary disentangled herself from the coverlet, etcetera, and opening her
delicious thighs, my randy weapon instantly found its way into her
spending cunt, which was so well lubricated that the entrance was
effected almost instantly, and she heaved up in delight as she felt the
full insertion of the object she so desired. My mother was equal to the
occasion, having perhaps even rehearsed it with her beforehand; taking
two long long leather straps, she passed one underneath dear Mary's
buttocks and buckled it tightly over my plump bottom, so that we could
not enjoy the proper fucking motion, and in answer to our
expostulations that it was too tight, quickly passed the second strap
over my left shoulder bringing it back under her left and my right

Thus strapped together we could scarcely move, excepting our hands and

"Mamma, Mamma, this isn't fair, how can we do it like that? I shall
never come unless I can push it in and out properly; do, do, loosen the
straps a little."

"Or, no, Percy, that is not my game; you'll spend soon enough, my boy."

She had now got a broad strap, something like the one to the window of
a first-class railway carriage, made of tough, hard webbing, with a
knotted, tasselled end.

"Look here," she said, "all you have got to do, is to roll over, so I
can touch up first one and then the other; the uppermost bottom gets
the worst of it, so it's a fine game both for me and you." Then a dull
thud made me feel that strap. Thud! Thud! Thud! in succession, each
blow a little harder. It not only made me smart and twist, but the
knotted ends hurt amazingly.

Wriggling both hands feet, I tried to turn Mary over me, but she was
strong and lithe as a cat. Both bums now caught it hot, the stinging
thuds helped us to roll over one another, so that neither escaped the
incessant attack of dear Mamma. After a few minutes the painful novelty
wore off, and I awakened to the awfully nice sensations I was
experiencing, for although debarred from proper fucking motions of the
in and out thrust as usual, the way we twisted and the little, short
perks each impact of the tawse gave to our buttocks made us more
excited each moment; added to which, Mary's nutcrackers acted their
part on the head of my member most deliciously. Needless to say the
spending with both of us was continuous, and the emitted sperm fairly
gushed from us at each jerk.

"Oh, Mary you darling, you love! Keep on. Mamma dear, you are giving us
a lesson in pleasure. This beats all I have felt yet!" whilst Mary
hugged me closer every moment, kissing my lips and cooing out her words
of loving endearment.

I suppose it was quite a quarter of an hour before Mamma let us loose,
and we lay pumped out in each other's arms.

"Now it is my turn, when you feel sufficiently recovered. Mary, never
mind if his affair is not quite stiff. Use the tawse well and it will
soon do its duty to me."

My late partner quickly got up, and with her dark eyes flashing
excitement, rapidly adjusted the straps, and with her hand tucked my
rather limp tool into the maternal notch, which felt as if boiling over
with her hot emissions of semen.

Lips to lips, Ma and I sucked and tongued as the tawse descended
rapidly on our twisting buttocks. Mary evidently meant to pay out her
mistress as hard as she could now she was at her mercy, making her
fairly gasp as the stinging thuds whacked on that glorious bottom,
making it writhe and flinch at each blow, causing the maternal cunt to
quiver and grip my stiffening member more and more tightly each instant.

The rigidity of my raging prick was almost painful; my previously
exhausted forces requiring a long time to quite come to the spending
point; but each flood of joy gushing from my mother added to my lustful
sensations, till in about twenty minutes the flood-gates burst again in
such a torrent that previous efforts seemed as nothing to it.

"Enough for this time, I think," gasped Mamma, as she pressed me in her
arms, and tried all she knew, with the inner folds of her vagina, to
squeeze our the very last drop of my young love-juice.

All three of us adjourned to the bathroom, and the rest of that day
found us doing our best to recuperate exhausted nature.

Longing for another spree at Phoebe's cottage, I knew I must keep
myself from excesses, so tried my best to remain quiet, going fishing
or riding to pass the time: but at night I lay thinking of Phoebe and
her three little girls. The idea so took my fancy I was mad to get at

At last the suspense was ended, and I found myself one day at the
cottage door, with a basket of nice things requisitioned from the
housekeeper, which she had packed up for me.

Phoebe, as soon as she saw who it was, throwing her arms round my neck,
"Oh, you dear Percy, to think I have you again! but it's so unlucky,
dear, you can't touch me to-day," she said, kissing me as ardently as
ever. "Oh, isn't that a shame? To think I should be so, just when you
come to see me."

This was a poser for me, as in my youthful ignorance I had never come
across such an obstruction to pleasure before.

"Why, Phoebe, what do you mean? Look at my affair, how stiff it is as
soon as you kissed me," pulling out Mr. Pego to broad daylight.

"For shame, Master Percy! the girls might see you, they are close by in
the garden," and then taking me into her sitting-room, she blushingly
explained in me the custom of women, as the Bible calls it.

"We can't do anything to-day, dearie, the three girls are about; it is
holiday time and I never expected you."

"Oh, my Lord! what shall I do if I can't fuck some one? How I should
like a game with your girls, and to feel their little cunts, even if I
could not fuck them: look, Phoebe I've got six sovereigns in my pocket,
you shall have it all, if you let me have a spree with them."

How her eyes glistened at the sight of so much gold, probably more than
she had ever seen in her life before.

"Why, Percy, you are worse than an old man. Mr. Jones, our parson, is a
bad'un, but you beat him. Three at once, oh my! He only fingers Patty
now and then, but says the others are too young. Patty doesn't half
like it, you know, but then it's a good thing for me, as when I go and
row the parson about it he always squares me with half a sov, so I just
smacks Patty's arse well and threaten to murder her if she says a word
to any one. It won't do to kill the goose that lays golden eggs, but we
must be careful. They are sure to be in mischief, so I will just run
out and catch them at it. Then won't I let you see their pretty little
arses well slapped; and it will make your cock stand--like a fine poker
as it is. I generally have a family slapping after dinner on Sundays,
it makes Peter so randy to see their little cunts and rosy red arses!
Then I do get a rare rogering I can tell you, but not so good as yours,

She soon fetched them in from the garden, all flushed and crying,
having dropped on them just as the two younger ones were fighting
Patty, and had boxed their ears all round. "Now, you little scratch
cats, just wipe you faces and see how I will tingle your naughty bums
before Mr. Percy, that will just make you nicely ashamed of yourselves."

Little Sue--the youngest, about ten--hid her face in her hands, she was
so shamefaced to see me; but Phoebe brusquely, as if in great temper,
first wiped their hands and faces with a wet towel, then noticing the
disorder of their little frocks, proceeded to divest them of
everything, till they stood reduced to their smocks, shoes, and

"Did you ever see such dirty, bad behaved girls, such naughty little
things, Master Percy? Oh, I don't know how to keep my hands off them,
no slapping would half punish them enough," she said, dragging Sue
across her lap. "Look at the dirt all up to her knees and thighs, she
must have been crawling on the ground. Oh, you dirty young slut!"
Smack, smack, smack, on her plump little thighs: the child screaming:
"Oh mother! Mother don't Oh, don't, I will be better! Oh! I will!" as
Phoebe still more exposed the quivering bum to my gaze, slapping Sue's
bottom without mercy. It was indeed a sight to excite any one, as I
could see everything, the crack of her bottom, and just inside that the
little hairless slit opening a wee bit every time she writhed and
twisted under that painful slapping.

Almost throwing the child from her, Phoebe, seeming in a terrible
temper, proceeded to serve Minnie, the next one, in the same manner,
whilst I took Sue on my knee to soothe her and kiss the tears from her
eyes, passing my hands under her smock to feel the beautifully firm
flesh all over her palpitating and still quivering body. But although
fondling the little chit, and taking every possible liberty fingers
could indulge in, my eyes followed every slap that the mother almost
savagely laid on to Minnie's pretty bottom. Lovely sight to watch the
tearful, screaming girl, with her nut-brown face, which made a lovely
contrast to the whiteness of her skin below and the rosy red look of
the well-spanked bum. "There, there, there," she said, out of breath,
as the last three hard slaps were laid on to her screaming victim. "Now
go to Mr. Percy to comfort your smarting arse, if he can."

"Poor little darling, Minnie, come to me, dear, and let Percy kiss your
tears away. Never mind if I have seen your naughty bum, you won't fight
Patty any more, will you?"

Her crimsoned, dark face, gave me a peculiar pleasure as I looked at
it, so drawing her close to my lips, I kissed her cheeks and sucked her
mouth till the little thing quivered with emotions she had never felt
before, which increased more and more as I placed one of her little
hands inside my trousers, making her feel my awfully stiff member.

"Oh, what is that, Mr. Percy?" she lisped. "Will it hurt me?"

"No, my pet; pass your hand over it, backwards and forwards; it is so
nice for me. Don't be afraid. Don't you like me to tickle you as well?"

"Yes, yes," she said in a whisper, a still deeper blush coming over the
brown face: "I do, it makes me feel hot all over and forget the smart
of my bottom," returning kiss for kiss with girl-like ardour, "and it
makes me love you so, Oh! I do love you, Percy, dear."

"What's that you have got, Min?" said Sue. "See the rosy red head as
the skin rubs back. Let me feel it, do."

"Yes, do, Sue. Kiss it and play with it. Your soft, little hands will
just do the trick for me."

Almost directly the spend came in a flood of spouting jets, right over
Sue's face and both their hands, whilst the sight of it seemed to drive
their mother wild, as struggling with the big Patty, to get at the
girl's backside, she tore her smock off her, and, getting hold of a
thin cane, began to cut poor girl's bottom without mercy, each cut
raising a fiery-looking mark, which soon puffed up into a regular weal.
Her victim screamed fearfully, but it did not effect her mother, who
seemed carried away by her lustful fury, and the cottage being quite
isolated, no one was at all likely to hear anything. At length she laid
Patty on a bed which was in a recess screened by curtains, which she
drew aside, and as the poor girl lay on her face, sobbing as if her
heart would break, Phoebe called me to inspect the effects of her

The bottom still quivered, and the weals were beginning to turn a
darker red colour, and would probably be blue when a day old.

"Look! Look! Mr. Percy," said she, "haven't I just punished well. I
guess Mr. Jones would about like that sight and to put his fingers in
the crack as she lays there."

"Ah!" I replied, "poor thing. Let me kiss it for her. My tongue is far
better than any parson's finger, and will soon make her forget all the

"Kneel up, quick Patty, across the bed, with your knees on the edge, so
Mr. Percy can kiss where I have hurt you. Now be sharp about it, or you
will get the cane again."

She was too frightened not to do so at once. Besides she knew I was
kind to the others, and her delicate, wealed bum was a thing to pity,
but full of delight for me. My tool was again standing furiously, and I
had thrown off both jacket and vest. There was just the slightest
suspicion of down growing on the unfledged cunny, which was quivering
and glistening on the pretty rose-like, pinky opening, as if the little
bitch had actually had a slight emission. Mad with lust, I glued my
lips first to that delicious-looking little pussy and sucked for all I
was worth, whilst Phoebe, kneeling down, had my, prick in her warm
mouth, which I fucked in and out of as her tongue did its duty by
rolling round its head. Patty squirmed in ecstasy. Phoebe sucked, and I
spent a flood of love juice down her throat, whilst the two little
ones, not to be out of the game, had pulled down my trousers and lifted
my shirt behind, so as to pat and kiss my bottom, one on each side,
making indeed a voluptuous experience for me.

"When a little recovered from the excitement of the foregoing tableaux,
Phoebe made each of the girls take the head of my member in their
mouths and suck it a little, whilst their hands fondled the bag of
precious stones below, and when I was sufficiently worked up for
another bout, she sat on the edge of the bed, standing Patty quite
naked on a footstool between her knees, with her buttocks presented to
me, said:

"Now, sir, I know you won't be satisfied till you have her, so put your
randy affair in behind, along the parting of her bottom, and fuck as if
you were really in her little cunt. Nip your thighs well together,
Patty; it won't hurt you, and be as nice as you can about it, then you
will feel and enjoy the pleasure."

Following her directions, I pushed along the crack straight under her
bum, and felt Phoebe's hand grasp the head of my member each time it
was pushed home; Patty, by her mother's directions, working her bottom
to meet each thrust, and add to the illusion. My emission all went into
the palm of Phoebe's hand, she rubbing it all up under the girl's
little cunt. This was the end of that day's fun, and Phoebe assured me
we might go a little further another time, and that there was no fear
of the girls telling tales, as they were too much afraid of what their
little arses would suffer if they did.

Nothing of moment happened for a short time after this, till going one
day unexpectedly to stables, I heard Patty's voice talking to her
brother, who was our groom. The window was open and one corner being
shaded by the foliage of a Virginia creeper, I could both have a good
peep and hear everything.

"Well, you do look after your brother, Pat: only I wish you had brought
something stronger than the housekeeper's mild ale," he was saying.

"She says beer, this hot weather, is bad for everybody, especially
young people, it makes their blood hot, so they get into mischief. What
does she mean, George?"

"Well, girls are something like Master Percy's little mare there: do
you see how she is twitching her tail--it isn't the flies, there's none
in the stable--and I expect you feel something like that, don't you,
Pat, now and then?"

She blushed up to her eyes, but said, innocently enough: "Tell me what
you mean, George, why does she frisk her tail so?"

"She wants the horse, and I expect you do, too, this warm weather."

"Oh, you wretch, to talk like that as if girls ever think such things.
It's all because you young fellows are always trying to ruin us girls."

"Yes Pat, and if you were not my sister you would never get out of this
stable all right, I'd horse you to your heart's delight."

"Don't be so rude, George, you make me feel quite all-overish like.
There, don't kiss and squeeze me so: for shame, to do that to your own
sister!" as he clasped her round the body, pressing her to his bosom,
and smothered her face with kisses, as his hands were feeling the
girl's plump, firm buttocks.

She did not struggle much, but it made her heave one of those
deep-drawn sighs, which too plainly told it was all over with her.

"Oh, George, don't, if you were some other nice young man as
good-looking as yourself I would not answer for what might happen just
now, you made me have such a funny feeling."

"Between your legs, wasn't it, Pat? you're just like Master Percy's
little mare, see how excited she gets when I touch her!" Keeping his
arm round her waist, he drew the trembling girl close up to the hind
quarters of the mare, then releasing his arm, he stroked the beautiful
creature's rump with his hand, till the mare's tail whisked more than
ever. Presently he put his fingers right into the mare's cunt, and
worked them by thrusting in and frigging the twitching lips of that
hyper-sensitive organ to the evident delight of the beast, to judge
from the way she stood to allow it: at first his fingers simply
glistened with the moisture of the aperture, which could be seen
contracting and twitching spasmodically as his fingers increased the
animal's excitement, till a gush of horsey lubricity sent quite a flood
of thick creamy looking stuff all over his hands, the mare giving quite
a low whinney from excess of pleasure.

"Poor thing, she wanted it. Don't you think so, Pat?" he said, wiping
his hands on a handkerchief.

This scene appeared to drive all sense off modesty out of Patty's mind,
for with a laugh on her flushed face she replied: "Not more than you
do, George, my boy, to look at something swelling inside your breeches.
I believe you have often horsed that mare yourself."

"Maybe I have, she makes me so randy swishing her tail about and
stinging my face as I rub her down."

"How I should have liked to see that, and shall just find a peep-hole
to watch how you go on. It will be rare fun if you don't know."

"How about yourself, Pat? If you could peep at that, you may as well
look at this now; what do you think of your brother's cock, my dear?"
as he let out to full view a fine standing tool of nearly eight inches
long and thick in proportion, with the foreskin well turned back behind
the fiery, ruby-coloured head.

It was plain to see there was incest in the air, she was all of a
tremble, yet did not withdraw her hand when he made her touch his
rampant tool, which seemed to strangely fascinate her.

"Although we are brother and sister, why shouldn't I have you as well
as any other fellow! How con I help loving you the same as any one
else? Men and women are the only animals who think it wrong; they were
never told not to marry their mother or their sister; that little mare
there would only be too pleased if she could just have father or
brother to satisfy her warm feelings. There's no harm in it, Pat; only
parsons make out everything is so wicked, even fucking, the greatest
pleasure God ever gave us. Never mind them. Come on my girl, I must
have it, I'm just wild for a put in!" at the same time gradually
pushing her towards a long, broad, padded stool which stood in one
corner, and was his usual seat when polishing the bits or harness, &c.

"What a shame? Do spare me, George, you know I can't help myself, you
are so strong," as she sank on the stool and he pushed her backwards
full length on it, his hands rapidly raising her skirts till I could
see the thighs I knew so well, exposed nearly up to her nest, which was
still hidden by the rucked-up drawers. Somehow she still kept her hand
clasped on his member, and as he ruthlessly stretched her legs apart,
getting between them, pushing aside the chemise which hid the object of
his lust, she ingenuously managed to direct his dart to the spot,
murmuring: "Pray don't be rough, don't hurt me, George love, and you
shall have your will of me."

He was certainly pushing for all he was worth, but clever girl as she
was didn't want him to think he was not the first to take advantage of
her virginity so her hand still retaining its grasp of his instrument,
she squirmed and sighed: "Oh, oh, oh, its breaking! Stop you'll kill
me, George!" then artfully letting him go, "Ar-r-r-re! Oh, you've
forced it!" as he drove in till his hair rubbed against hers. She
heaved her buttocks in ecstasy to meet his thrilling pushes, and in the
midst of their excitement I slipped through the door and was close
behind them, delightedly watching George's prick as it plunged in and
out of Miss Patty's foaming little cunt just as they both seemed to
spend together.

Guess their surprise and fright as I gave George a rousing slap on his
arse. "You didn't know I was watching your game, my dears; what fun you
were having, but where do I come in?"

George was out and too confused to put away his tool, which was now
shrinking to its normal state, slightly hanging in a sort of
semi-stiffness all dripping with spend whilst Patty still lay with her
legs wide apart, showing her charms, with the roselike lips of her
cunny all red and quivering from the recent excitement, whilst two or
three thick drops of pearly spend were slowly dripping down towards the
parting of her beautiful thighs.

"I've an idea how I can join in with you, she's not had half enough
yet. George take her place on the stool and lay on your back, I want to
see Patty ride on that fine prick of yours, and will tickle your balls
and her cunt as I watch the game from behind. Now, my girl, mount upon
him and open your legs well, the very idea has made him ready again."

"Oh, Mr. Percy, to think you should catch us doing such a wicked thing;
we will do just what you order if you never tell. It was all George's
fault. He would have me, indeed it was," she sobbed, two or three great
big tears rolling down her flushed and shamed face.

"Don't tell fibs, Miss Patty, I saw it all from the beginning, and
shall now punish you for forwardness and pert little saying, which only
made him worse than he would have been. You know what he said was quite
true, you are as bad as the animal there, which knows no better, whilst
you could have run away and saved yourself if you had wished."

Whilst saying this to her, my hand had been holding George's throbbing
tool as it stiffened up more and more every instant, then placing its
head well within her grotto, lubricated as it was by her previous
fucking bout, she settled herself down on John Thomas till he was all
taken in, and with a deep-drawn sigh of pleasure, she threw herself
forward to kiss him with all her ardour, thus exposing to my view a
splendid sight of her bottom, pussy holding prick up as tightly as she
could nip it, and all else.

"Gee-up--gee-up, little mare, laying still will never do, I'll make
your arse ride him properly," as snatching up a band off a truss of
straw which lay handy, I rope'sended her buttocks to perfection. She
screamed, but George was enjoying it and clasped his arms tightly round
her waist. The straw was so knotted and scratchy, it was no child's
play for our victim. "Oh, oh, oh, for God's sake leave off, Mr. Percy,"
she whimpered, but it only made me go on worse, making me feel so
awfully randy, my member was like a bar of iron inside my trousers.

They were both spending again, but I kept them on the go, the hard,
knotted rope of straw paid into both of them without mercy till I
thought I had done enough.

"That's for committing incest with your brother, you randy little mare.
How did you like it? That straw rope was just the thing; now I will
look at the damage. Oh! I have rather scratched the skin a bit, and
there's lovely little drops of blood here and there, and so red all
over; but my eye! how your cunt grips his prick, which is as hard as
ever. Go on, Patty, fuck it out of him, there's nothing like riding St.
George to pump up the spunk," I said, as my fingers pushed up inside
her vagina alongside his tool, then as she winced a little, I rubbed
some of the mixed spendings into the orifice of her wrinkled,
tight-looking arse-hole, which, to judge by the way it spurred her on,
increased the pleasure very perceptibly. My fingers, first one and then
two, working into the nether aperture, enabled me to readily feel
George's prick inside her cunt. This so inflamed my own passions, that
unable to longer restrain myself, I brought the tip of my own member to
the spot, and substituting it for the fingers, as my other hand
lubricated the head with saliva, it went in about an inch, then
clasping her firmly by the buttocks, I rammed in with all my strength.
This sudden and unexpected attack, made her struggle to get away. "Oh,
George, George, do let go, he's shoving his cock up my arse. I can't
stand that! I must----."

"Hold tight George, never mind her, I've got her fine, it's awfully
nice, and if you always have her this way, no harm can be done."

Just at that moment I shot a flood of spend right up her vitals, but my
priapism was so intense the stiffness never relaxed, and both of us,
George and self, revelled in all the lubricity of our young natures,
whilst Patty went nearly mad, as she squirmed, squealed, and bit him in
the excess of her emotions, being carried quite out of herself. This
went on till we all three ejaculated and mixed the very essence of our
natures, which left us to lay in an exhausted heap, one top of the
other on the stool.

We all had a wash in a stable bucket of fresh water, and it amused me
to see George use the big stable sponge to lave and cool Patty's
excited parts. She was in a nervously lost kind of state, sobbing and
whimpering: "Oh! oh! oh! You have quite done for me--my poor, poor
bottom is so hot and so stretched--I shall never be right again. Oh!
oh! oh! Kiss me, Mr. Percy. Kiss me, George. It was awfully grand--if
I'm none the worse for it," as she felt herself getting better.

At length we thought she was well enough, so let her leave, taking a
final embrace as she felt and squeezed our tools, saying: "You are two
devils to serve a poor girl like that, I will never come near the
stable again."

"Yes you will, Patty, next Sunday soon after breakfast, whilst most of
them are gone to Church, and if I don't find you both here you will be
served out for it."

This last experience of two males with a female quite tickled my fancy,
so much so, that I resolved to ask Aunt Gert if she had ever had such a
spree, and happening upon her in the garden a few hours later, I asked
her to sit down and talk to me.

"Why of course I will, Perce, as you are such a nice boy, and take so
little notice of your Auntie lately; Mamma and Mary seem to have the
monopoly of your darling cockie, but you do thrive on it, my dear. Let
me kiss you for once now I have the chance," throwing her arms round my
neck and thrusting her tongue into my mouth as our lips met. We were
near a handy bowery alcove at the end of a walk, in the most retired
part of the garden, so that we could easily hear anyone approaching,
and it was so closed in all round by a thick thorn fence, with a wall
behind, that no one could creep close enough to spy upon persons there.

Drawing me upon her lap, one hand found its way inside my pants and
brought forth M. Pego, who stood at attention the moment his services
seemed likely to be required.

"Look, Perce, how imprudent he is to stand like that in my face, what a
darling prick! Oh, you dear boy, you must be bursting for it and I
didn't know. Have they neglected you, or is your Mamma afraid of doing
too much?"

"Yes, Gertie, you love, they won't give me a chance, the key is turned
in the lock every night so I can't enter her room except when she
thinks proper. Let me have it quick!" as to keep up the deception I
slipped off her lap, and trussing up her skirts, got between her lovely
thighs and had my fingers in that luscious, golden-haired quim of hers.
The touch was electric; she guided my rampant member into the haven of
bliss, and being both of us just mad for a fuck, a very few strokes
drew the juice of love in profusion, and she lay palpitating beneath me
on the seat, her glorious cunt nipping and squeezing my prick most
deliciously, as it retained its stiffness within her.

Another round followed, which we enjoyed more leisurely, and when I
withdrew my limp tool she took it in her mouth, sucking it clean, then
permitting me to do the same for her, said with a laugh: "That saves
soiling one's handkerchief, besides it is so nice to know we love one
another like that. You dear Perce, no more now, or you will feel too
exhausted; what shall we talk about?"

"Auntie, it is a funny thing, but last night I had a dream and saw you
and Thompson, the groom (George), meet a gentleman on horseback: such a
handsome fellow--and you all went into a wood, tied up the three
horses, and laid on the grass; you kissed the gentleman, and taking out
his cock, said what a splendid affair it was, calling Thompson's
attention to it; but the gentleman, who you called Charlie, laughingly
declared he was sure Thompson had a grander one, whispering something
in your ear, at which you blushed crimson, but exclaimed: 'I'll bet
you, and pay forfeit if I lose.'"

"Done, but what shall be the stakes, if Thompson's is not the biggest,
I will submit to a dozen good strokes from a birch switch cut from
those bushes over there; but if I win you will have to take the dozen
strokes on your own pretty bum. Is that agreed?"

Thompson was blushing to the roots of his hair: "Oh, don't make me the
subject of the bet; you shan't look at mine."

"Oh, won't we, my boy?" Charlie said, suddenly seizing the groom by the
leg, and bringing him down on the grass: "Now, help me, Gertie, we will
soon look for ourselves."

Thompson did not resist very desperately, so as Charlie kept him down,
my aunt Gertie's nimble fingers soon unfastened the fly of his trousers
and fished out his tool, which was in a spending state, having emitted
its thick creamy sperm all over his belly.

"Oh, my, Charlie, but it is a grand one though, and you win. Oh, how
funny handling such a fine stiff affair makes me feel; I quiver all

"Ride on it then, you little bitch, and see if my switch does not make
you dance well on it; you shall bound up and down till you have sucked
every drop out of him."

The groom was passive in your hands, laying quiet enough, as Charlie
made you straddle over him, and settle yourself down on his big
upstanding prick, till it was all out of sight in your cunt. "Now ride
him well, Gertie, or you will be made to move yourself," and he stepped
away to cut his switch, a couple of minutes only sufficing him to make
a handy tickler of long thin sprigs of birch.

You had been slowly riding up and down, evidently enjoying the slow
motions as you rose and fell on the groom's splendid poker; your skirts
were well tucked up over your hips so I could see the seething sperm
oozing out at every down stroke you gave. Then Charlie came back and
began lightly tickling your buttocks with his birch twigs, presently
giving one or two smart little cuts which made you wince. "Now,
Thompson hold tight round her waist, and buck up well to her, never
mind how she squeaks, it will make a fine game for you; see if you
don't enjoy it. You never had such a fuck before in your life, I'll

His twigs now cut finely into your bum at each stroke, making long red
marks, and a deep rosy tint all over each cheek of your buttocks; Oh,
it was a sight, as Charlie went on faster and harder, you winced,
sighed: "Oh, oh, oh, don't be cruel," and cried till the tears streamed
down your face, but at length the spasm of pleasure seemed to make you
oblivious to every other sensation as the groom appeared to meet you
with a flood of his love juice, and you lay exhausted on the top of
him, but only for a few moments, as Charlie was so madly randy he
turned you over off the groom, and was into you himself, quicker than I
can tell, whilst Thompson, quite pumped out, sat up and enjoyed the
scene--just as I awoke to find it all a dream, and my own cock pumping
up the semen all over my night shirt.

"How curious I should dream that, Auntie, don't you think so; did you
ever have two cocks to play with at once like that? It must be a
delicious idea."

"I believe Thompson has a grand prick," I continued. "You must have
noticed the fine bunch he shows in his trousers."

"I've noticed it, but Perce, how your brain must be full of such things
to dream that," she replied, fencing my question.

"Yes, and I fancy you must have had a taster of it some time or other,
as I know you always take your enema for a ride with you."

This rather startled her, her face crimsoning all over. "Oh, you wicked
boy; you have fucked little Patty, she only could have told you that."

"Well, Auntie, confidence for confidence is only fair; we are to have a
fine spree with George, who you know is her brother, in the stable on
Sunday morning, when all the others are gone to Church. Would you like
to be in it? but don't let Pat know, it will be a fine surprise when
she sees you with me; and how would you like two pricks in you at
once--back and front?--it would be awfully grand, don't you think, my
darling Auntie?"

"What a boy you are, Perce, to go on like that, why you must think I am
well up in every kind of lubricity; it has never been my experience,
much as I should like to see it. No doubt you and George have served
poor Pat in that way. At any rate, whatever she has learnt from you
lately, I have noticed how sprightly she looks--girls are always like
that when they have once tasted the forbidden fruit. Did you take her

"Yes, and Mary's too. Haven't I been lucky, Auntie, and how I should
have liked to have been the first into you. Oh, it must have been a
treat to the fellow who had it. Do you know it makes me feel an old
hand at the game now? I don't mean to lose any chances, and will fuck
every girl I come across, if I can only get over her."

"You are worse and worse every day, and how sly you have been. Anyhow I
did get you first, and it was me who opened your eyes; to think of it
makes me spend, does it affect my boy like that?" she asked, noticing
the rampant state I was in. "Well just another, as we can't help

This was a rare rock-off, the seat being just a convenient height; so
standing between her legs, I shoved into her lovely cunt, taking her
beautiful legs under my arms, and we could manage to kiss and suck each
other's mouths at the same time, which made a delicious combination.
"Don't hurry, make it last, my darling love of a boy."

Even gently fucking was too much for us, excited as we were. I could
feel my crisis coming on, so to prolong my own pleasure (for I knew she
could keep on spending and coming continually) I withdrew and, falling
on my knees, sucked and tongued that delicious cunt of hers, almost
devouring the clitoris, which I sucked as hard as I could, getting it
all between my lips and tongue, which rolled round it. Then to add to
her erotic agony, my fingers frigged the tight bum-hole as the sperm
from above trickled over it.

"Ah, oh, you darling love! I shall die if you work me up like that. Oh,
shove your love of a prick up where your fingers are, it will be
splendid just now."

Stiffer than ever, I plunged in, but not too fast. However, the
insertion was speedily effected, and the contractions of that
tightfitting anus delighted me beyond expression, so that, impossible
to restrain myself, the boiling spunk shot right up to her bowels, as
she screamed in the acme of her delight: "Oh, oh, ah-r-r-re! How
divine! Lovely isn't the word to describe such rapturous sensations.
Don't withdraw, you dear, your prick is stiffer than ever, as I feel it
throbbing and swelling inside me. Go on, go on, for all you are worth,
it is so well oiled you can't hurt or stretch me too much;" and I found
she had one of her hands frigging herself in front doing everything
possible to increase our delirium. On we went, till I again pumped my
very life up to her vitals, and lay over her quite exhausted whilst my
champion seemed to swell still more inside its burning hot sheath, and
when at length I withdrew, is was with quite an audible plop I like a
tight cork being drawn.

We parted with mutual caresses, and she promised to join our Sunday

Meanwhile George and I added sundry things to make our meeting more
comfortable, especially in the way of wine and biscuits, &c.

My plan was for my auntie Gert to surprise us in the midst of a
salacious scene, so was early at the stable, and George communicated
the fact that the little mare was just come on, and we agreed to turn
her into the stallion's stall to excite Patty, who arrived a few
minutes after me--all blushes, especially when I joked her about
looking so well, and that the last double spree had evidently done her
a world of good to judge by the way her eyes sparkled.

"Oh, don't chaff me like that. Mr. Percy, it makes me fancy I can feel
it even now, you almost split my poor bottom."

"Nonsense, you mean you would just like to feel it again, Pat. Now,
haven't you dreamt about it every night?"

This made her blush more than ever, and I could see it was a good guess.

Jerry, the stallion pony, appeared in a very excited state.

Said George: "He's always like that when he can sniff Jenny. Shall I
turn her in with him?"

"Yes, do George," said Pat: "it must be funny to see how they do it."

"Well, it's only fair," I replied, "the pony saw our spree the other
day, so let her in, my boy, to please Pat and make her want a bit

The little stallion greeted his mate with a very wild whinney, and his
thick, black, india-rubber looking affair shot out in excitement as he
wanted to mount her in an instant. I kept my eyes on Pat, whose
blushing face only too plainly indicated how the scene affected her.

George held the mare's head, as Jerry mounted on her rump, but the
stallion's penis quite failed to find the exact place of entrance,
pushing and pushing without avail. "You must help him," said George, or
he'll never get in.

"Come on, Pat," I cried, "you take hold of it and point it right for
him, I'll help you, pushing her forward, it's nothing to mind doing."
Her trembling fingers grasped the shiny black looking tool, and pointed
it to the vulva of the little mare, who stood with her hind legs
planted firmly apart, without whisking her tail; my fingers opened the
slit a little, the stallion snorted, and with one plunge got in the
full length of his affair, seeming to shoot his sperm at the same
moment; in fact, Patty declared she quite felt the spasm shoot through
the thing, which swelled and stiffened as it throbbed, the mixed
emissions of the animal squirting all down the mare's thighs, as the
stallion repeated his strokes; but it was quickly over, he withdrew at
once and his tool hung down dripping and slimy, whilst we could see the
mare's cunt opening a little and quivering from the recent excitement;
both seemed satisfied, and Jenny was put back into her box at once,
Patty remarking:

"What a silly business, it is so soon over, I should want it again and
again: it's made me so randy for a fuck. Do have me, some one at once."
She had pulled up her skirts and was straddling over one end of the
stool, frigging herself, so to oblige Patty, I quickly pushed her
backwards, and got into her longing slit. The grind did not last long,
both being so hot for it, so it came off in a very few strokes.

"Now," said I, drawing out, "that was only just to steady ourselves. We
don't wish to be like animals, but enjoy the game properly; these short
rapid fucks give very little pleasure or satisfaction, the sensations
are much too transient."

"Hey! this is the game, is it? I've been watching your goings on
through that hole," said Aunt Gert, bursting in upon us. "You thought
everyone had gone to church, did you? and you, Patty Thompson, behaving
like that, when I always considered you such a quiet, virtuous girl.
Oh, fie! no wonder men think all girls are alike," in her pretended
indignation. "Now, what am I to do? Pretty goings on for your Mamma to
know of, Percy. I shall take and give you a good sound thrashing, now I
am so thoroughly roused, and your wicked bottom shall smart, I can
promise you. After that, I will settle what is to be done with that
wretched brother and sister," as gripping my arm she tried to drag me
away with her.

"No, no, you don't, I'm not taking any, Aunt Gert, beside you might
hurt. Here you, George and Pat, just help me, and we'll serve her out
for spying on us--then, perhaps she won't be fast to tell tales."

Patty had been in an awful state of fright, but now helped George and
me so drag Gertie forward, shutting the stable door, which we securely

"Ah, no, how dare you?" she screamed, well knowing no one could bear
the row. "Let me go: you shan't, you shan't, you little beast, Percy!"
as I tried to pull up her skirts: but we got her down on the straw, and
soon exposed all her private affairs in spite of struggles and kicks,
then turning her over on her face, they held her firmly, whilst I gave
her lovely plumb buttocks such a slapping that she screamed under it,
begging to be let go, promising to do anything and keep our secret.

"Well, then, let George fuck you, I want to look on, and frig Patty to
make her do all the ponies do."

Placing George on the stool, Patty made him lay on his back, then
opening his trousers, presented his lordly prick to our view. "Now,
Auntie, that's your penance, to ride a cock-horse on as fine an
instrument as you could wish for. Just straddle across him, and he will
hold your waist tight enough, so you can't fall off."

Although pretending to be so very indignant, she did not give me much
trouble to adjust her, not liking the savage pinches I gave her firm
bottom, until I had had the satisfaction of seeing George's splendid
affair right up her, till the hair on their parts mingled. "Now, move
yourself, Auntie," I called out, giving the beautiful bottom a
tremendous slap with my hand, just as she had drawn what I knew to be a
deep sigh of satisfaction at feeling that grand prick swelling and
filling her vagina to its utmost capacity. Her buttocks fairly jerked
up under the impact of my hand, and as she came down again on his
delighted pego, George clasped her round the waist so that she lay
along on him, and their lips would meet. My fingers busily tickled
alternately his balls, or played round the clinging lips of her quim,
as the spendings began to ooze out in profusion each time the prick
went home, enabling me to plentifully lubricate her little wrinkled
nether hole, which I contemplated presently to attack, only waiting
till their emotions should make her regardless of what I might be
about. George heaved up beneath her, to meet every grasp of her greedy
cunt, sinking down on him, as if it would eat such a delicious morsel,
the uttermost bit of which it seemed eager to swallow.

With lips glued together they swived and squealed in ecstasy. Patty was
beside herself at the sight of it, and seizing hold of my prick wanted
to suck it, which I did permit for a moment or two, for the sake of the
lubrication: then whispering the dear girl what I wanted, she pointed
its glistening head to Gertie's fundament, as I seized hold of my
aunt's hips and pushed gently. Then, as the head got in, I felt the
voluptuous contractions of the small aperture. I was mad to get in and
feel my prick rubbing against that of George, with only a thin membrane
between them. Only those who have experienced this double enjoyment can
realize the delicate and intoxicating sensations of such a moment.

"My God! Oh, Perce! You kill me with pleasure--this beats anything I
ever imagined. Oh, heavens, my very life will be drawn out of me: you
make me spend so, it thrills all up my spine to my brain. Ah, oh, I'm
done!" as she collapsed into a state of momentary obliviousness.

Patty had been sitting on a sack of chaff, as she handled my balls or
postillioned me behind and covered my bottom with hottest kisses.
Seeing the climax was over with Gertie she pulled me away, saying. "Put
it into me quick, it must be lovely like that, all slimy and so awfully
stiff. You don't know how I do want my turn, you dear." Excited as I
was, another cunt to finish in was just the thing for me, so I rolled
on top of the amourous girl, and in no time was ranging up and down her
luscious affair, to the great gratification of such a salacious nature.
The stiffness was almost painfully nice to me, and I lasted so well
that Patty was fairly fucked out, as well as my aunt, at the end of our

When we came to ourselves, it was only to find Gertie kissing and
sucking George's member, which was again ready for action, so I placed
Patty's well-buttered affair over him for a ride, and by Gertie's help
soon was able to put in behind and complete the girl's happiness, which
I knew she was longing for.

After this we refreshed and adjusted ourselves, and thus finished
Sunday's matinee.

Now having my darling mother, Auntie Gert, Mary, and Patty at my
disposal in the house, the precocious lubricity of my nature had full
swing for a time, and to reiterate the scenes of lust I took part in
would be too tedious.

Patty alone of that female quartette was a scorcher who would capture
me at every possible safe opportunity, and her warm kisses on my lips
always had such a magnetic influence on me they effected immediately a
rise below.

However, wishing for a change from such a surfeit of poking,
gamahuching, &c, my thoughts turned to Phoebe and her little girls, so
calling at the cottage one fine afternoon, to my surprise the door was
opened by a beautiful girl of about fourteen, neatly dressed in a
bright cotton frock, just short enough to display the contour of her
finely shaped legs and ankles, with a mass of blue-black hair hanging
over her shoulders and down her back, so I should think she might have
sat on it. She was a vision of delight, and at a glance I recognised
she must be a sister to Phoebe.

"Oh, don't mind me. I see your were doing up your hair. You must be
Phoebe's sister--is she out?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, blushing deeply: "and are you Mr. Percy from
the hall, she and the girls so often speak about? They have all gone to
market, but will be back to tea."

"I am sorry, because I came on purpose to enquire how she was. You know
about a fortnight ago she did not seem at all right, so I have brought
her a bottle of wine. I must rest myself a bit; it has been a tiring
walk, and I always make myself at home here," as I walked in without
being invited.

She placed a chair for me, then saying she would just tie up her hair,
stepped into the back bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

"Excuse me," I said, following her: "but may I wash my hands. You need
not mind me, go on with your hair, but it can't look better than it
does now."

Merely dipping my hands in the water she poured out for me, taking the
towel, I remarked. "Do just leave it as it is. I shall soon be gone,
but must have a kiss first," then dropping the towel. "Phoebe has
always kissed me ever since I can remember, so why shouldn't you, my
dear?" placing an arm round her waist.

"Oh, no, I can't. You never saw me before; I shall run into the garden
unless you behave yourself, Mr. Percy," trying to get away from me, but
I held her too fast. "Now don't be cross. Kissing is so nice, and you
must just give me one, just one, and I'll let you go," overcoming her
slight resistance and smothering that crimson face with kisses. "Now
do, or I shall go on kissing you, dear, it's more than I can help. You
are so nice."

"Well then, only a little one," she lisped, just touching my cheek with
her lips.

"Ah, no, that isn't a good one. Why I could kiss you all over, if you
had no clothes on," as one of my hands was slipped inside the bosom of
her dress, having slyly unfastened one or two hooks.

"No, no? You shan't, Mr. Percy. What should I do if Phoebe was to come

"But she will be two hours yet, you little goose; how can a kiss or a
touch hurt you?"

Her lips met mine, and I took a long, luscious kiss, almost sucking her
breath away, and my hand was in possession of one of the small firm
globes of her bosom, still more increasing her confusion, as I rubbed
and played with the rosy nipples and moved my hand from one to the
other little strawberry tips. This could not go on in a standing
posture, so I pushed her against the edge of the bed--kissing and
groping till she seemed quite oblivious of what was happening to her,
laying back on the coverlet in a dazed kind of state--and, devil that I
was, it took no time to part her beautiful legs, which I found
protected by prettily frilled drawers, which still hid the charms of
her person from my groping fingers. I wanted to look, but was afraid to
withdraw my kissing from her lips, for fear she might recover herself
and resist my encroachments below.

My ardent prick stood like a bar of ivory, impatient for a breach to be
opened for his advance to the assault of her tender virginity.
Nervously my fingers pulled at the impeding linen, till they found a
small opening and could touch the downy furniture of her mount, and
finding the entrance to Love's Palace of Pleasure, slowly parted the
velvety lips of her maiden slit. Then gently tickling the sensitive
clitty, that source of every girl's delight, made her sigh out: "Ah,
oh! how nice, Mr. Percy! don't hurt me, will you--there's a dear!" as
her bum squirmed under the novel sensations my touches had roused and
the warmth of her kisses now plainly gave her away.

Writing this, as I do after many years of varied experiences, I may
remark that mere verbal appeals to any girl's sensibility have very
little influence in inducing them to yield to salacious suggestions--it
is the warmth of contact and lascivious touches which undo them--a few
hot kisses, pressure on the bosom, and groping their love slit (even if
you have to use considerable force) which make them ready to consent.
Their blood gets fired in a moment, and resist as they may, they want
it and cannot help themselves; then once done, it is a very rare
exception if there is not some little feeling of love towards even a
ravisher; he must be a brute who provokes any feelings of aversion.

"Look here, darling, you make me love you so; I'll give you five golden
sovereigns I have in my purse, only let me kiss your naked body; it's
no harm, no one can see us, and so awfully jolly. Only think, all that
money for your own little self, to buy nice things with, and do as you

"You undress me then, I'm too ashamed to do it, Percy," she said in a
low voice. "Oh! you do make me feel so funny all over!"

Giving her an extra luscious kiss, I attacked hooks, buttons, and
strings, till in a jiffy she had nothing but her stockings left to
adorn her figure, covering her face with her hands to hide her shame at
such exposure.

Giving her no time for reflection, but taking advantage of such a state
of abandon, my lips and tongue ranged all over her bosom and belly,
leaving the most secret casket of all for a last _bonne bouche_, and as
my tongue titillated her, beginning down at the abdomen and moving
slowly till it revelled under her hairless arm-pit. She fairly quivered
under the intensity of the feelings aroused: "Ah! Oh! Oh! How delicious
that was, it thrills me all over, Percy, do that again with your tongue
all the way up." Once more the electricity of my tongue sent vibrations
of a new and sensuous pleasure through every nerve and vein of her
body. She seemed beside herself, exclaiming: "Let me bite you, and kiss
you, my darling. Ah, you have all your clothes still on! I want to feel
your soft flesh as well as your touches, it would double the pleasure."

"Do you think so, my love? I'll soon be like you and let you do as you
wish with me, as long as I can press your lovely person in my arms,"
stripping myself as quickly as I could tear off the obstructing
apparel, then, naked as Adam, I knelt between her widely opened legs
and imprinted a kiss on the pinky lips of her tight looking little
cunny, as they just peeped out between the downy chevelure, forcing my
tongue in between them till it found that hypersensitive little button
of love. This so electrified her that she almost bounded off the bed;
again and again my tongue played around it, as she seemed dying with
delight, making her scream out: "Oh, you love? Oh, my darling! What is
it I feel thrilling me through and through. Ah, what is it? What is
going to happen? I feel something coming! Oh! oh! oh! I'm done!" as she
gave down a flood of maiden spend, thick and glutinous, all over my
lips, as I eagerly sucked every pearly drop.

Laying in a sort of dazed ecstasy, now was my chance, so standing up
and throwing my naked body over her, my affair was with its ruby head
touching the lips of her cunt.

We kissed each other ardently, as her arms clasped round my body. "Oh,
how lovely, to feel your flesh like this, you are all mine just now,
Percy; but what is that I feel trying to push into me down there?"

"Feel for yourself, dearest, it is the ladies' darling; they call it my
prick, or my cock, and love to have it go in there. Put your hand on
it, dear, and your happiness will soon be complete, if you just open
those little lips of yours and rub the head against the little spot my
tongue tickled so nicely: let me help you."

One of my hands directed hers, and placed it on my prick, the small
soft fingers grasped round it, giving me such a thrill that I gave a
hard push, jamming the head just a little within the entrance to her
virginity, "Oh, oh! You hurt me, Percy! Don't be so rough again."

"You pet; it's made to go in there, then you'll be a real woman, and
know what love is: bear it for a moment, I must have you now."

A natural instinct seemed to direct her motions, for just then giving a
deep sigh, she heaved up to meet, and I gained another inch, making her
give quite a little scream of pain. Push, push, push, I went on drawing
a sharp cry of agony at each advance. Presently something snapped and
gave way before my impetuous charge, the victory was won, but not
without some loss of blood, as I found when having shot a stream of my
healing balsam into her lacerated parts, I was able to withdraw for a
wash, whilst she lay in a dazed kind of lost state, till having
purified myself, I applied a wet handkerchief to wipe and soothe her
still, burning parts. "Oh, how nice of you to think of me like that,"
she said, opening her eyes, looking me all over. "And is that the thing
that has hurt me so?" as she pointed to my now limp John Thomas. "Why
it felt like a warm bar of iron forcing itself into me."

Leaning over her I kissed repeatedly her impudent looking titties, as
they stood up to invite my lips, and as I did so, felt one of her hands
steal down to the ravisher of her virginity.

"La, how soft it is now!" she whispered. "Will it get hard again soon?"

"Keep hold, and see, my darling: do you want it put in again?"

How my question made her blush, as she replied, "But not if I am to be
hurt as much the next time; still I fancy it must be nice when there is
no pain in getting in. Ah! how it's swelling in my hand. Perhaps if you
put it there before it is too big, I could bear it better, do just try,
Percy, my love."

"Point it there yourself, pet, and I will be as gentle as possible," I
said, getting between her legs, her hand retaining its hold on my fast
stiffening champion, which I slowly pressed forward as she directed it:
her face twitched as she evidently felt a trifle sore, but her own
lubricity so oiled the tight passage, I was soon in to the roots of my
hair, which rubbed against her downy little door mat.

"There, it's all in again; did I hurt you much?" as she squirmed her
body closer to me, pressing me tightly in her arms.

"Only a wee bit, Percy, dear; you were so gentle with me; the first
time you seemed to rush at me so furiously, but just now it slipped in
nicely, and I feel it there swelling bigger and bigger every moment; my
poor little thing is quite stretched to hold it, you actually seem part
of myself."

"Yes, darling, and now there is no pain, you will presently feel as if
my very soul was flowing into you," I replied, beginning the gentle in
and out motion, slowly withdrawing, then again penetrating to the
uttermost extent of her capacity. "That is lovely! Ah, Percy, my dear,
you make me feel delights I never had an idea of before this. Oh, oh,
it's coming again! I'm flowing. Push, push, I want every bit of it. Oh,
faster!" as she plunged about and bucked up at every stroke.

"Darling, I'm coming too. There, there, how do you like my spunk
shooting up into you?"

"Oh, my pet, my love, it drives me wild! No other pleasure can be like
it!" kissing my lips, face, and neck in her ecstasy, till her teeth
gave me a sharp love bite.

We lay swimming in love juice, my prick swelling and throbbing inside
her deliciously tight sheath, which treated it to such contractions and
lascivious nippings I thought I should never be able to withdraw, as
her cunt held on to my prick as if would never lose hold of such a

However, the sweetest of fucks must have an end, so at length I
persuaded her to get up and dress, for fear Phoebe and the girls might
come home a little too soon.

"And when shall we see each other again, pet?" I said, kissing her
flushed face, "as I must go home now."

"I'm only here till to-morrow morning. If you had but come three or
four days ago; now I must go back to my place to-morrow. I'm only a
nursemaid you know, in London, and may not have a chance to see you for
ever so long: and to think how I love you now!" she said, kissing me
with tears in her eyes.

"And I don't even know your name, darling, yet. What is it?" repaying
kiss for kiss.

"It's Kitty Sawyer; and won't you write to me Percy, at Mrs. Blanks,
The Chestnuts, Westbourne Grove, London? Write it down, there's a dear."

"Kitty, of course, I will, and what's more whenever I'm in London will
be sure to meet you. You promise to get out, won't you?"

"Yes, I'd see you, Percy, if I had to lose my place for it. What a pity
I can't be at the Hall, but there's no baby there."

Thus we parted with mutual endearments, as I thought it best to defer
seeing Phoebe and her girls until another day, and will continue that
part of my romance in another volume to be written very shortly.

the end