ted, but I was still on the top of her, and her
vagina seemed as anxious to retain its working partner as before, but
nature denied me the strength to go on.

"Oh, Auntie, you've killed me, it's gone dead now," as I felt it all
limp and slipping away from her.

"Percy, dear, darling boy, we must go to sleep now, perhaps in the
morning you will be all right again for another game. Only to think,
I've taken your maidenhead, and what pleasure you have given me! Your
father could not do it better."

"Has he ever put that big one of his into you there, Auntie? It must
have hurt you awfully?"

"Don't call me Auntie, call me Gertie; say you love me, Percy, but
never tell what we have done to-night; your Mamma doesn't mind Papa
poking me, if she sees it done; we are sisters you know, and they say
it is all in the family; but Mamma would be mad if she knew I had you
first, so never say a word, and she won't know; but I can tell you a
secret, Percy--she means to have you herself when she thinks you are
old enough; but she doesn't know what a boy you are, my pet; so let me
have you to myself for a little; if you do too much it will kill you;
Mamma and I almost kill Papa sometimes, we want such a lot of poking,
but some nice wine soon gives him strength again. He took my maidenhead
to please your Mamma, who thought she would like to see it done. Ah,
that did hurt: his great big engine bursting into me and stretching
poor Fanny till she was all torn and bleeding. Boys are not hurt like
that, it is only the poor girls who suffer when they lose their
maidenhead. Take my advice, Percy, never let a girl or woman know you
have ever been intimate with another; it is unkind to them, makes them
jealous to think they are not the first; besides, dear boy, you don't
know how delightful it was to me to think I was the first you ever put
into; and only a boy, but what a boy my darling Percy is!" kissing me
with all the abandon of her nature. We went to sleep, but our exertions
so overcame us that we were late for breakfast and had not time for a
game.

"Wait till night; we shall be all the better for the delay;" she said,
as we hurriedly dressed ourselves.

All that day my eyes were for my mother, and when she kissed me my
heart went out to her in a manner it had never done before; the loving
grace in those deep blue eyes seemed to have a new meaning for me, and
her hair looked more golden than ever; was she ornamented with golden
hair a