e 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 s