ning to stiffen again, notwithstanding his previous exhaustion, so
mounting on the bed he faced his Papa, and letting down his trousers
presented his half erect cock to Harry Mortimer's lips, as he willed
him to take it in his mouth and suck it lusciously. The youth's lips
opened mechanically, the very first touch of them sending a thrill of
pleasure through Frank's frame so that he stiffened up immediately, and
fucked the boy's mouth gently, so as not to come again too soon.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge both spent quickly, being each of them so
excited by the idea of what they were doing, but keeping their places
they all went on without stopping, Papa frigging his dear boy Harry,
and making his prick spend copiously, receiving the love juice in his
hand and rubbing it deliciously over the balls and shaft of the cock he
was caressing.

They kept it up deliberately and slowly for some time, so as to enjoy
the two fine young fellows to the utmost, then all come together with
screams and cries of extasy--Frank seeming to control the whole party
by his mesmeric influence in such a way that their very souls vibrated
in accordance with his wishes, the enjoyment of father, mother, and son
being simply inexpressible.

"Ah, Frank, my dear boy," sighed Mr. Etheridge, "you have afforded us a
heavenly treat, but it must now come to an end or we may some of us
actually expire under such excessive emotions."

After dressing and willing the two subjects also to assume their
clothes, Papa and Mamma went away. Frank recalled Thomas and Harry to
consciousness and bantered them about the games he had made them go
through at his command. "Would you believe it? You did anything I
ordered--sucking each other's pricks, and frigging each other, and
doing exactly what I liked to order."

Neither of them would believe it, saying they had only been off for a
very short time and that he had tumbled the bed to make believe what he
said of them was true. At the same time both admitted having had very
confused though pleasing dreams.

A few days after what has just been related, Harry Mortimer paid them
another visit, which the family council had resolved should be a
regular "mesmeric seance."

Besides their young friend they had invited the rector of the parish,
Dr. Stroker, and his two nieces, Blanche and Ada Manners, very pretty
brunettes of sixteen and fifteen.

The day passed delightfully on the grounds where they played croquet,
or retire