hair; her hands taking hold of my terribly rigid instrument and
holding it straight to the mark, as she slowly impaled herself on it;
then, gluing her lips to mine, she almost sucked my breath away as she
rode up and down on my champion. We were both too hot for it to last
long, her spendings gushed in response to my emission at the critical
moment, and we revelled in a sea of delight, her cunt nipping me so
tightly that I kept on tossing her up and down on it, and a long drawn
out engagement made us both so excited that when we spent again the
erotic fury gave me such strength that I fairly lifted her in my arms
as I stood up and danced her on my prick, without any support from the
chair, till I reeled back spent and exhausted, dragging her to the
floor by my side. How we laughed when we recovered a little, and
resolved to have many more such fucks after breakfast when Mamma
happened to lay late.

"Now I shall go and have a look at them in bed, and, if Mary is still
with Mamma, will get in between them. Won't that be a lark, Gert?"

"What a boy my Percy is," she said, kissing me. "Take a drop of Papa's
liqueur, and perhaps, after all I have done, you will be able to do as
much as she can expect after what she did for you yesterday."

I had a nip of that wonderful liqueur, which must have been the same as
Mary had mentioned when telling me of the scene between Capt. Devereux
and his sisters, for it fired my blood, and if my aunt had not vanished
I should have been into her again, so powerful was the aphrodisiac
effect.

My prick was as rampant as ever, so I dashed away to my room, stripped
quite naked and throwing a dressing-gown around me, hurried to Mamma's
bed-room. Entering very stealthily, I surprised her and Mary in the
midst of a Tribadic scene each with her head buried between the other's
thighs and busy sucking the love-juices as greedily as possible. The
bottom nearest to me happened to belong to darling Mary, and the sudden
fancy possessed me to put my eager prick into the lovely little brown
hole which Mamma's finger was just then probing rapidly, to the girl's
evident delight, judging by the way she swayed her buttocks about and
pressed down her cunt reciprocating every touch of tongue, mouth, or
busy fingers.

Dropping my dressing-gown. I was there in a moment. One hand pulled
back my Mamma's fingers as the other presented the head of His
Randiness to the wrinkled, brown bum hole of Miss Mary, which w