of personal liberty, and had the contrary effect, in making me restive under such restraint, and firmly resolved to do as I liked every chance I could get. One morning I had a most pleasant dream. 'I was in a beautiful garden, laying on the soft turf under some rose bushes, when just as I was hand-frigging myself two delicious looking little girls stood before me, holding up their frocks, and showing me their rosebuds of hairless slits, as they also rubbed and frigged their little cunts, smiling and telling me they could. They were exquisitely dressed in the Watteau style, looking almost like Dresden figures, being so chic and delicate; then, seating themselves one on each side me on the grass, they proceeded to handle and play with my great big prick, allowing me at the same time to frig their two little cunts for them, till the juice spurted from my affair right up into their faces, and I could feel their sticky young spendings all over my busy fingers.' I awoke and found I had quite deluged the sheet with a flood of sperm. This dream made me reflect and think where such little dears could be found. I was quite innocent as regards knowing what an awful offence it would be to poke or take liberties with such little girls, so resolved to take a walk in search of adventures.
Our residence stood in large grounds of its own, surrounded by a delightful country stretching away in a long vista to the South Downs.
Papa owned several farms in the neighbourhood, so we were generally respected and looked up to by the working class and their families, as Mamma disbursed a good deal in helping any who might be in trouble.
I remembered one labourer's family, the husband a carter who never got home till late in the evening, as his work was rather at a distance; his wife, about thirty or a little more, was a fine, handsome, young woman with a ruddy, tanned face, but oh! such brown eyes as she looked at you from under her dark eyelashes. She was a fine woman of her class, and I had once heard Mamma say Peter, her husband, had to marry Phoebe (that was her name) very young as he had got her into trouble; she had three very pretty little girls-ten, eleven, and twelve years old-regular beauties, with the same dark brown eyes and arch looks as their mother, and they were well grown for their ages. This was my mark. I had often been with Mamma on a visit to their cottage when they had any little illness, and carried a basket of nice things for them. I didn't know their family name, but Phoebe always kissed me and so did the girls when they were well. 'Master Percy, Master Percy,' they would call out as soon as ever I got in sight, because I generally had some sweets in my pocket for them. Now I had not been to the cottage for quite two years, and wondered if Phoebe would kiss me now. I would her if I got the chance. It was only about a mile to walk from our house down an unfrequented lane leading to nowhere but an old farm-house further on.
Mrs. Twiggs, our housekeeper, lent me a small basket, so I went into the pantry and helped myself to a good sized cake, some eggs, and a bottle of port wine, as I said I had heard that Phoebe was rather delicate.
I timed myself to get to the cottage soon after their mid-day meal, so as to have a long afternoon in case I found any sport.
Phoebe was all smiles as she answered my rap at the cottage door. 'Oh, Master Percy, how you have grown, and how's your Mamma-I hope she isn't ill?'
'No thanks, Phoebe, I heard you were not quite well, so made up my mind to walk over with some new-laid eggs and a bottle of wine for you and a cake for the girls; where are they?'
'How kind of you, Master Percy, who could have told you that? I'm all right, and the girls have gone to see their grand-mother at Becton and won't get home much before dark, so I'm alone; no-one ever comes so see me. Thank you so much. Won't you come in and sit down for a rest?'
'That I will, Phoebe, and I feel done up carrying that basket. You might draw the cork and give me a glass of port, and a drop will do you good.'
The cork was soon drawn, and she drank to my health with her 'Best respects to you, Master Percy. How you have grown, I shan't like to kiss you now.'
'Why not, Phoebe, what harm can it be? I have often sat on your lap and kissed you when my mother was here, and I mean to again.'
'Oh, no, it isn't proper only with little boys. They're harmless you know; now you're so big you must only kiss your young lady sweetheart, or Mamma, or your dear aunt, Miss Gertie.'
'But you must give me one, or I shall feel quite a stranger. What harm can it be?'
'Well I don't know any harm, and you're a dear, kind boy to think of us, as you have, but I mustn't do it again before any one,' as putting her glass down she stood up and kissed my cheek, and would have sat down again; but my arm was round her waist in a moment, drawing her close to me, my lips kissed hers, then her cheeks and lips again.
'You only gave me half a kiss, Phoebe, I must have a proper one,' pushing her back on her chair, and seating myself on her lap. 'This is how I want it, just as you used to do. Now kiss me nicely.'
Her rich-colored face crimsoned, and I felt her splendid bosom heave with emotion as I fairly glued my lips to hers, and tried to push my tongue between her lips, and one hand tried to get inside her neck-kerchief.
'You mustn't, you wicked boy. What a flutter you have put me into: now get away do, Master Percy. You ought not to kiss me like that.'
But she only struggled faintly; my hand slipped inside her bosom and felt those still lovely firm orbs, as her heart palpitated and her lips gradually relaxed till my tongue fairly met hers tip to tip.
'Ah, you rogue! how bad you make me feel,' returning my caresses, and rubbing one hand up and drown my back, as if she only wished she dared put it in front.
'Percy, Percy, Master Percy, for shame, don't be so rude,' as I suddenly placed her hand on my big prick which I had let out of my trousers. 'What a size for a boy of fourteen, and I believe you know a lot.'
'Yes, Phoebe, I know what 'cunt' and 'fuck' mean; shall we have a game?
We're all alone, and it is so nice-you have made me feel wild.' I was now raising her skirts and soon had my hands up a splendid pair of thighs, fit for Venus herself, and quite innocent of drawers, as a delightful aroma of cunt made me feel still more randy. Separating her legs, as she lay back in the chair, I could see what a splendid white skin she had, and the lips of her cunt just peeping out from a profusion of almost black brown hair. Not a word passed between us as I tried to get into her, but I could hear the heavy breathing and the almost audible palpitation of her heart. I was a little awkward, but her hand helped me to go straight: the head of my eager prick got in, and, she pushing herself forward, I progressed upwards within the folds of her vagina and found myself at full length in one of the hottest cunts I had yet felt. 'Wait a moment, don't hurry, dear; let me enjoy it-this is a treat, Master Percy. I couldn't help myself, but it is so awfully wicked you know.'
She kept me like that for quite five minutes, the inner folds of that amorous cunt of hers pressing and nipping the head of my prick, her arms were tightly clasped round my back, so I could scarcely move, whilst her lips seemed as if they would eat mine, and her tongue was regularly fucking my mouth.
'Let me fuck you, Phoebe, you're making me come. I can't stop it, dear.
Ah, oh! There it is shooting up you. Can't you feel it?'
'Yes, yes, I'm spending too, Percy, you love; what a grand prick to hold in my cunt-Peter's isn't near so big- you fill me up so beautifully, besides he only fucks me on Sundays; he is too tired to do it during the week. Will you come and see Phoebe as often as you can?
Now fuck me well, you dear boy.'
Without losing my stiffness, I went on drawing right out to the head of my instrument and pushing it slowly in again, which soon drove her quite wild.
'Faster quicker, fuck hard, darling!' she almost screamed, and as I did so with all my force, she lay back and gave quite a neighing squeal in the excess of her lubricity. I came again at the same moment. So finished my first fuck with the splendid country woman, who was indeed a rough jewel in her way. She would not permit any more just then, so I took leave of her after we had kissed each other's parts, and she made me promise not to be long before I called again.
All the way home my prick was very troublesome to me, I had not had enough; it repeatedly stood stiff so that I could hardly walk, and I think it must have been that, like many quiet women who seldom think their cunts require a bath, she had treated me to rather too much essence of woman.
Mamma made me read to her and Auntie after dinner till it was time to retire. My morning's adventure, as I thought over it and all the possibilities it promised for future pleasure (not only with Phoebe, but also her three girls) now roused me to a state of quite furious lust.
'Mamma, Mamma!' I shouted as I jumped out of bed and rattled at the door between our rooms. 'Open, oh open, mother, I'm so ill!'
This ruse answered at once, and I found Mary was with her, as, opening the door, anxiously enquired what
