was marvellous to me. The before limp
affair almost jumped into life again by a series of jerks till it stood
even more proudly than ever. How she fondled that resuscitated Cock and
handled his balls till his eyes started with lust, and his bottom
wriggled as if he would soon be brought to the spending point again.

"No, no, I won't make you come Horace. Let Gert have her due, she's a
dear girl, and never jealous of me, are you Gert? So I let her be as
much Fred's wife as I am, and we three have some rare razzle-dazzles, I
can tell you, same as we do with you."

Selina, your Mother, now made Gert lay on her back on the couch, and
inserting her brother's Prick in the beautiful Cunt you know so well,
"There, dears, go on and I will do all I cam to add to your pleasure;"
saying which, she pulled Horace's trousers down to his heels, and
turning his shirt tail well up, handled his balls from behind for a few
moments:

"Ah, you Fucker," she exclaimed, "you like Gert better than me, but no
matter--there--there--there--there--go on and Fuck her. Spend into
her!" giving four tremendous slaps with her hand, which made him fairly
wince.

Then as if suddenly remembering something, she opened a long box
ottoman, and took out a bunch of birch twigs, elegantly tied up with
ribbons, with which she proceeded to attack his firm looking fleshy
rump.

"Lay on Selina, don't spare me, drive me well," said the Captain.
"That's just what is wanted."

This excited my imagination to the utmost; how could a whipping add to
his enjoyment. Selina did not keep me waiting long, she touched him up
smartly, giving light stinging strokes, at least I feel certain they
must have been stingers, to judge from the lovely rosy tint she soon
raised on those firm white buttocks of his, which gradually quivered
more and more as he worked rapidly in your aunt's pretty Cunt; I could
see his white shaft almost withdrawn, to be plunged in again with ever
increasing verve. The more Selina whipped and made his bottom smart the
more furiously he Fucked her.

Presently your Mother shifted her position, so as to cut towards the
division of his bottom, and make the tips of the pliant birch even
reach the jewel bag, which was about to shoot its balm of love into her
sister.

Gert was almost mad with lust; she fairly squealed: "Fuck faster, you
dear brother, let me feel it well up at every stroke--Oh, I must come
now, Eeecch?--what a gust--what a man to poke--my