king me, boy as I was then, overflow three times before she
finished me, whilst as to herself it was one continuous emission as
long as I could go on pushing into her. At length we lay on the bed
palpitating and breathless.

Presently she took my face between her two hands and drawing in to her
lips, kissed me in the most impassioned manner.--"Percy, what a
champion you are, if your Mamma did but know it; but don't be in a
hurry to desert me; you will have enough of her when the time comes and
even then, I don't believe she can; Papa says I'm a long way the best
of the two. Now. I've smuggled a bottle of the finest Madeira up
stairs, and will give my boy a couple of glasses; then we will have a
new sort of, game, which you will be sure to like, and after that to
sleep; we must not do too much."

I think that wine was the most invigorating I ever tasted. Unused as I
was to more than a singe glass of claret at luncheon or dinner, the
generous Madeira fired all the blood in my system, making me palpitate
with desire to renew those love games which I had so recently learned,
and still wished to know more about.

"Gertie, how kind of you to think of that. It makes me feel more of a
man than ever. How stiff it is, but do give me another glass just to
drink the health of your--what do you call it--you know under the hair
there."

"Oh Percy, you'll be inebriated, my dear. Only this once, and if
affects you much, I shall refuse a third glass another time," she said,
refilling my glass.

"Now, what do you call it, Gertie? Tell me it's proper name."

"Mine," she said, slapping her hand on her lovely mount--is a C-U-N-T
(Cunt) but when girls talk together about it they call their
"Fanny"--but I like the word Cunt--always call it that, Percy, when
alone with me--and, your's, dear, what do boys their affairs?"

"You know I have never been to school and have been so much at home
with Mamma, you, and Mary, that I hardly know the right name for my
thing; but what does Papa call his?"

"Papa calls it his Prick--Mamma calls it a glorious Cock--and I, I use
either name. Here Percy, we will drink to Cock and Cunt, and may they
never get tired of love; a stiff Standing Prick, and a Cunt ready for
it." We emptied our glasses and she placed them on the table, then
getting on the bed, stretched herself by my side, and kissed me
ardently, darting her velvety tongue between my lips, till I could
endure it no longer, and wanted to mount