was the matter.
'Look, look, I shall die! It's so stiff,' lifting my night shirt to let her see my glorious state of erection, as I rushed in and jumped on her bed, where I found darling Mary under the coverlet. Being mad for a fuck I tried to uncover her, but she rolled herself in the bed-clothes laughing at my baffled efforts to get at her.
'Help me, Mary, to hold him tight. I'll make his bottom tingle for cheating me like that,' grasping me by her left arm round my waist and keeping me face downwards on the bed. 'You're ill are you, Percy? Well I'm the doctor; a few good spanking slaps will do you good. Hold him tight, Mary, he's so strong and so wicked. There, there, how do you like that-and that-and that? Kick away my boy!' as I plunged and yelled under the smarting smacks.
'The poor boy; pray don't be too hard on him,' said Mary, holding me tightly with both arms around my neck, and kissing me amorously at the same time.
'Well, well, you take his part, do you, you wanton girl? you are as bad as he is. No doubt this has been planned between you; have him then and see what you will get by it.'
Mary disentangled herself from the coverlet, etcetera, and opening her delicious thighs, my randy weapon instantly found its way into her spending cunt, which was so well lubricated that the entrance was effected almost instantly, and she heaved up in delight as she felt the full insertion of the object she so desired. My mother was equal to the occasion, having perhaps even rehearsed it with her beforehand; taking two long long leather straps, she passed one underneath dear Mary's buttocks and buckled it tightly over my plump bottom, so that we could not enjoy the proper fucking motion, and in answer to our expostulations that it was too tight, quickly passed the second strap over my left shoulder bringing it back under her left and my right armpit.
Thus strapped together we could scarcely move, excepting our hands and feet.
'Mamma, Mamma, this isn't fair, how can we do it like that? I shall never come unless I can push it in and out properly; do, do, loosen the straps a little.'
'Or, no, Percy, that is not my game; you'll spend soon enough, my boy.'
She had now got a broad strap, something like the one to the window of a first-class railway carriage, made of tough, hard webbing, with a knotted, tasselled end.
'Look here,' she said, 'all you have got to do, is to roll over, so I can touch up first one and then the other; the uppermost bottom gets the worst of it, so it's a fine game both for me and you.' Then a dull thud made me feel that strap. Thud! Thud! Thud! in succession, each blow a little harder. It not only made me smart and twist, but the knotted ends hurt amazingly.
Wriggling both hands feet, I tried to turn Mary over me, but she was strong and lithe as a cat. Both bums now caught it hot, the stinging thuds helped us to roll over one another, so that neither escaped the incessant attack of dear Mamma. After a few minutes the painful novelty wore off, and I awakened to the awfully nice sensations I was experiencing, for although debarred from proper fucking motions of the in and out thrust as usual, the way we twisted and the little, short perks each impact of the tawse gave to our buttocks made us more excited each moment; added to which, Mary's nutcrackers acted their part on the head of my member most deliciously. Needless to say the spending with both of us was continuous, and the emitted sperm fairly gushed from us at each jerk.
'Oh, Mary you darling, you love! Keep on. Mamma dear, you are giving us a lesson in pleasure. This beats all I have felt yet!' whilst Mary hugged me closer every moment, kissing my lips and cooing out her words of loving endearment.
I suppose it was quite a quarter of an hour before Mamma let us loose, and we lay pumped out in each other's arms.
'Now it is my turn, when you feel sufficiently recovered. Mary, never mind if his affair is not quite stiff. Use the tawse well and it will soon do its duty to me.'
My late partner quickly got up, and with her dark eyes flashing excitement, rapidly adjusted the straps, and with her hand tucked my rather limp tool into the maternal notch, which felt as if boiling over with her hot emissions of semen.
Lips to lips, Ma and I sucked and tongued as the tawse descended rapidly on our twisting buttocks. Mary evidently meant to pay out her mistress as hard as she could now she was at her mercy, making her fairly gasp as the stinging thuds whacked on that glorious bottom, making it writhe and flinch at each blow, causing the maternal cunt to quiver and grip my stiffening member more and more tightly each instant.
The rigidity of my raging prick was almost painful; my previously exhausted forces requiring a long time to quite come to the spending point; but each flood of joy gushing from my mother added to my lustful sensations, till in about twenty minutes the flood-gates burst again in such a torrent that previous efforts seemed as nothing to it.
'Enough for this time, I think,' gasped Mamma, as she pressed me in her arms, and tried all she knew, with the inner folds of her vagina, to squeeze our the very last drop of my young love-juice.
All three of us adjourned to the bathroom, and the rest of that day found us doing our best to recuperate exhausted nature.
Longing for another spree at Phoebe's cottage, I knew I must keep myself from excesses, so tried my best to remain quiet, going fishing or riding to pass the time: but at night I lay thinking of Phoebe and her three little girls. The idea so took my fancy I was mad to get at them.
At last the suspense was ended, and I found myself one day at the cottage door, with a basket of nice things requisitioned from the housekeeper, which she had packed up for me.
Phoebe, as soon as she saw who it was, throwing her arms round my neck,
'Oh, you dear Percy, to think I have you again! but it's so unlucky, dear, you can't touch me to-day,' she said, kissing me as ardently as ever. 'Oh, isn't that a shame? To think I should be so, just when you come to see me.'
This was a poser for me, as in my youthful ignorance I had never come across such an obstruction to pleasure before.
'Why, Phoebe, what do you mean? Look at my affair, how stiff it is as soon as you kissed me,' pulling out Mr. Pego to broad daylight.
'For shame, Master Percy! the girls might see you, they are close by in the garden,' and then taking me into her sitting-room, she blushingly explained in me the custom of women, as the Bible calls it.
'We can't do anything to-day, dearie, the three girls are about; it is holiday time and I never expected you.'
'Oh, my Lord! what shall I do if I can't fuck some one? How I should like a game with your girls, and to feel their little cunts, even if I could not fuck them: look, Phoebe I've got six sovereigns in my pocket, you shall have it all, if you let me have a spree with them.'
How her eyes glistened at the sight of so much gold, probably more than she had ever seen in her life before.
'Why, Percy, you are worse than an old man. Mr. Jones, our parson, is a bad'un, but you beat him. Three at once, oh my! He only fingers Patty now and then, but says the others are too young. Patty doesn't half like it, you know, but then it's a good thing for me, as when I go and row the parson about it he always squares me with half a sov, so I just smacks Patty's arse well and threaten to murder her if she says a word to any one. It won't do to kill the goose that lays golden eggs, but we must be careful. They are sure to be in mischief, so I will just run out and catch them at it. Then won't I let you see their pretty little arses well slapped; and it will make your cock stand-like a fine poker as it is. I generally have a family slapping after dinner on Sundays, it makes Peter so randy to see their little cunts and rosy red arses!
Then I do get a rare rogering I can tell you, but not so good as yours, dear.'
She soon fetched them in from the garden, all flushed and crying, having dropped on them just as the two younger ones were fighting Patty, and had boxed their ears all round. 'Now, you little scratch cats, just wipe you faces and see how I will tingle your naughty bums before Mr. Percy, that will just make you nicely ashamed of yourselves.'
Little Sue-the youngest, about ten-hid her face in her hands, she was so shamefaced to see me; but Phoebe brusquely, as if in great temper, first wiped their hands and faces with a wet towel, then noticing the disorder of their little frocks, proceeded to divest them of everything, till they stood reduced to their smocks, shoes, and stockings.
'Did you ever see such dirty, bad behaved girls, such naughty little things, Master Percy? Oh, I don't know
