"You like to see us like this Horace," said Selina, the two standing before him. He sat on the couch, lifting their pouting Cunts from the openings in the black silk drawers, his Prick standing again as if it had not had the least satisfaction.
"Come on, girls, for a wind up. Selina shall be St. George, as I lay back on the couch and suck Gert's delicious Cunt."
All were so voluptuously wound up, they got into position at once, the two beautiful sisters embracing and tongue kissing each other as they rode, the one on the Prick and the other over the sucking mouth of their brother. Gert and Selina seemed ready to devour each other with their lustful kisses, and when apparently they had both come more than once they changed places upon their recumbent brother; all finished with a chorus of bawdy words, sighs, and cries expressing the agony of their delight.
You may be sure I was glad when at last it was all over, and they went to their rooms to rest awhile before luncheon, which allowed me to escape from my awkward position in an awful state of amorous excitement which quite demoralised me, but I never trusted myself to spy on them again, although I know each day the Captain remained they retired to your Mother's boudoir. It was indeed a lesson to me in the philosophy of the sexes.
"But you don't think Mamma is ever likely to take liberties with me, do you?"
"I don't know so much about that; every one fancies young people, even myself, dear; I think you are far more delicious to enjoy than any big man could possibly be; and-and-but I will tell you; my own father when I was lately at home, tried all he could to seduce me, going as far as to let me see his big standing affair one Sunday when I entered the room as he was reading the weekly paper, and I suppose had been Frigging himself; he had some excuse for that, as Mother was too ill to let him have what he wanted; but he quite frightened me, as I entered the room, by suddenly lifting the newspaper from before him, and letting me see his tremendous thing with its fiery red head; of course I rushed out of the room, but in an hour or two, when I was laying the supper table, he took me on his knee and tried to put a hand under my clothes, at the same time kissing me and shoving his tongue between my lips. 'Father, Father, for shame, I'll scream if you don't let me go!' was all I could say, as I struggled to prevent his hand getting between my thighs, and I suppose he was frightened as he allowed me to get away. This made me think over things, and be very distant to you when I came back; so you can guess, if my good old Father wanted me, your Mamma may be equally taken with you, especially any time Papa is away and she feels the want of him.
Now Percy, comfort Fanny a bit; you don't know how randy she feels, put your hand on her, dear, just play with the little button, as we have one of our delicious tongue kisses."
I did all I could to oblige her, with my lingers, my tremendously swollen Prick pressing all the while against her mount and frigging himself by rubbing his nose in the hairy moss of her mount. This could not last long. She opened her thighs and, drawing me upon her, directed my eager tool to her burning slit.
I pushed in slowly, enjoying the gradual insertion, till its head was gently taken in charge by the nippers, which she had in such perfection; it seemed to me just like a baby hand pressing and caressing my delighted instrument, and we enjoyed this sort of dalliance for some minutes; neither spoke, but our lips and tongues eloquently proved the intensity of our feelings. At length she suddenly bucked up her bottom, as a challenge to me go on. Thus spurred on, I slowly drew out to the very head of my Prick, then gently pushing in again, kept repeating the motion, each time gradually increasing the pace, till we arrived at the short digs, when clinging closely to her, my hands pressed up her bottom till we could scarcely move, as the spurts of our semen mingled in her womb, and I felt her receive it with the same peculiar and perceptible shudder of delight which warned my aunt to use her syringe at once.
"Oh, Mary, I've done it for you; that will make a baby the image of myself."
"Not if I can prevent it, Percy, the very last time I went to the chemist's I bought an enema and some sulphate of zinc, so you will see I don't want any babies; if you only knew what an awful thing it is for an unmarried girl to have one, you would not wish to have it happen to me."
She jumped up and syringed herself at once, as carefully as my aunt had done.
It is impossible to relate all our sprees, but I had to please Auntie now and then, when she got a chance. And so six months rolled away, and I was growing rapidly; my especial delight was to contemplate the development of my Prick, which seemed to improve daily, and must have grown to quite eight inches, being thick in proportion; I believe it was the thorough and regular irrigation by Mary's spendings which brought on such perfection. The more it grew, the more my desire for my Mother increased, which of course I kept to myself, when one day Papa had to go off almost without notice to America about a property he had over there. Mamma and Gert both cried a good bit when he started, but I asked him to bring me home a nice present. — "Some diamonds will do, Papa," I said kissing him. "What a silly innocent boy you are, Percy; they are cheaper here and your Mamma and Gert would like a lot first, when I have money enough; you shall have a necklace of grizzlybear's claws, and we'll dress you up as a girl; won't it be fun, Selina?
There-there, my boy. I won't forget you;" giving me a last kiss, and then embracing Gert and Mamma, in long luscious kisses, saying: "Cheer up, don't cry," as he jumped into the carriage and drove off.
I cheered up immensely, as his absence would be my opportunity, and that very night, in Mary's arms, I enjoyed my Mamma in imagination.
Several days passed, but one morning early my Auntie Gertie started for a long day's picnic with some friends, and took Mary to attend upon her.
Mamma took her breakfast in bed, so I went to say good-morning and kiss her; she was asleep and I had a grand view of her really magnificent bosom, as being very warm weather, she had on only a low necked chemise; how long I stood to admire the snowy whiteness of the large full bosoms as they rose and feel under my ardent gaze at each respiration, and I was going to awaken her by kissing them, when a sudden idea pleased me better; going to the drawers where I knew she kept her under clothing, I selected a pink silk chemise, and was about to take a pair of black silk drawers, only my eyes lighted upon some open net-work tights of dark blue silk, a pair of golden garters, lovely blue silk hose and a pretty pair of Turkish slippers, which looked just made for my small feet; looking in the wardrobe I spied a duck of a dressing gown, of almost transparent white muslin, which would show the figure inside and display the most attractive charms.
Running away to the nursery on the next corridor, I soon put off my own things, arrayed myself in the feminine attire, and, looking in the glass opened the dressing gown and lifted up my chemise to see how I looked beneath. Neither my Mamma or my Aunt were big women; they were rather what I call the thoroughbred type, about the Venus height and slim, with splendid bottoms which I know must have been cultivated by the most careful corsetage from earliest girlhood, so being a well grown boy, the things just suited me. But to return to the looking-glass, it made me in love with myself; the pretty stockings, legs, garters and slippers, but what almost took my breath away was the sight of the blue open network tights, which my ample thighs filled up so that they fitted me to perfection, the blue showing up the flesh tint beneath in a most ravishing manner and my Cock actually began to stand as I contemplated the sight of myself, and thought of the effect it might have on my Mamma. I felt so wicked, and as I passed along the corridor-"La, what a pretty girl you make, Master Percy," came from a pretty young chamber maid, as I passed her. "Do you think so, Patty," I replied, "Just look at my chemise and how I am dressed underneath," opening my robe to give her a view. I felt so full of devilry that I was half inclined to pull her into the nursery for a game.