allow it: at first his fingers simply glistened with the moisture of the aperture, which could be seen contracting and twitching spasmodically as his fingers increased the animal's excitement, till a gush of horsey lubricity sent quite a flood of thick creamy looking stuff all over his hands, the mare giving quite a low whinney from excess of pleasure.
'Poor thing, she wanted it. Don't you think so, Pat?' he said, wiping his hands on a handkerchief.
This scene appeared to drive all sense off modesty out of Patty's mind, for with a laugh on her flushed face she replied: 'Not more than you do, George, my boy, to look at something swelling inside your breeches.
I believe you have often horsed that mare yourself.'
'Maybe I have, she makes me so randy swishing her tail about and stinging my face as I rub her down.'
'How I should have liked to see that, and shall just find a peep-hole to watch how you go on. It will be rare fun if you don't know.'
'How about yourself, Pat? If you could peep at that, you may as well look at this now; what do you think of your brother's cock, my dear?' as he let out to full view a fine standing tool of nearly eight inches long and thick in proportion, with the foreskin well turned back behind the fiery, ruby-coloured head.
It was plain to see there was incest in the air, she was all of a tremble, yet did not withdraw her hand when he made her touch his rampant tool, which seemed to strangely fascinate her.
'Although we are brother and sister, why shouldn't I have you as well as any other fellow! How con I help loving you the same as any one else? Men and women are the only animals who think it wrong; they were never told not to marry their mother or their sister; that little mare there would only be too pleased if she could just have father or brother to satisfy her warm feelings. There's no harm in it, Pat; only parsons make out everything is so wicked, even fucking, the greatest pleasure God ever gave us. Never mind them. Come on my girl, I must have it, I'm just wild for a put in!' at the same time gradually pushing her towards a long, broad, padded stool which stood in one corner, and was his usual seat when polishing the bits or harness, amp;c.
'What a shame? Do spare me, George, you know I can't help myself, you are so strong,' as she sank on the stool and he pushed her backwards full length on it, his hands rapidly raising her skirts till I could see the thighs I knew so well, exposed nearly up to her nest, which was still hidden by the rucked-up drawers. Somehow she still kept her hand clasped on his member, and as he ruthlessly stretched her legs apart, getting between them, pushing aside the chemise which hid the object of his lust, she ingenuously managed to direct his dart to the spot, murmuring: 'Pray don't be rough, don't hurt me, George love, and you shall have your will of me.'
He was certainly pushing for all he was worth, but clever girl as she was didn't want him to think he was not the first to take advantage of her virginity so her hand still retaining its grasp of his instrument, she squirmed and sighed: 'Oh, oh, oh, its breaking! Stop you'll kill me, George!' then artfully letting him go, 'Ar-r-r-re! Oh, you've forced it!' as he drove in till his hair rubbed against hers. She heaved her buttocks in ecstasy to meet his thrilling pushes, and in the midst of their excitement I slipped through the door and was close behind them, delightedly watching George's prick as it plunged in and out of Miss Patty's foaming little cunt just as they both seemed to spend together.
Guess their surprise and fright as I gave George a rousing slap on his arse. 'You didn't know I was watching your game, my dears; what fun you were having, but where do I come in?'
George was out and too confused to put away his tool, which was now shrinking to its normal state, slightly hanging in a sort of semi-stiffness all dripping with spend whilst Patty still lay with her legs wide apart, showing her charms, with the roselike lips of her cunny all red and quivering from the recent excitement, whilst two or three thick drops of pearly spend were slowly dripping down towards the parting of her beautiful thighs.
'I've an idea how I can join in with you, she's not had half enough yet. George take her place on the stool and lay on your back, I want to see Patty ride on that fine prick of yours, and will tickle your balls and her cunt as I watch the game from behind. Now, my girl, mount upon him and open your legs well, the very idea has made him ready again.'
'Oh, Mr. Percy, to think you should catch us doing such a wicked thing; we will do just what you order if you never tell. It was all George's fault. He would have me, indeed it was,' she sobbed, two or three great big tears rolling down her flushed and shamed face.
'Don't tell fibs, Miss Patty, I saw it all from the beginning, and shall now punish you for forwardness and pert little saying, which only made him worse than he would have been. You know what he said was quite true, you are as bad as the animal there, which knows no better, whilst you could have run away and saved yourself if you had wished.'
Whilst saying this to her, my hand had been holding George's throbbing tool as it stiffened up more and more every instant, then placing its head well within her grotto, lubricated as it was by her previous fucking bout, she settled herself down on John Thomas till he was all taken in, and with a deep-drawn sigh of pleasure, she threw herself forward to kiss him with all her ardour, thus exposing to my view a splendid sight of her bottom, pussy holding prick up as tightly as she could nip it, and all else.
'Gee-up-gee-up, little mare, laying still will never do, I'll make your arse ride him properly,' as snatching up a band off a truss of straw which lay handy, I rope'sended her buttocks to perfection. She screamed, but George was enjoying it and clasped his arms tightly round her waist. The straw was so knotted and scratchy, it was no child's play for our victim. 'Oh, oh, oh, for God's sake leave off, Mr. Percy,' she whimpered, but it only made me go on worse, making me feel so awfully randy, my member was like a bar of iron inside my trousers.
They were both spending again, but I kept them on the go, the hard, knotted rope of straw paid into both of them without mercy till I thought I had done enough.
'That's for committing incest with your brother, you randy little mare.
How did you like it? That straw rope was just the thing; now I will look at the damage. Oh! I have rather scratched the skin a bit, and there's lovely little drops of blood here and there, and so red all over; but my eye! how your cunt grips his prick, which is as hard as ever. Go on, Patty, fuck it out of him, there's nothing like riding St.
George to pump up the spunk,' I said, as my fingers pushed up inside her vagina alongside his tool, then as she winced a little, I rubbed some of the mixed spendings into the orifice of her wrinkled, tight-looking arse-hole, which, to judge by the way it spurred her on, increased the pleasure very perceptibly. My fingers, first one and then two, working into the nether aperture, enabled me to readily feel George's prick inside her cunt. This so inflamed my own passions, that unable to longer restrain myself, I brought the tip of my own member to the spot, and substituting it for the fingers, as my other hand lubricated the head with saliva, it went in about an inch, then clasping her firmly by the buttocks, I rammed in with all my strength.
This sudden and unexpected attack, made her struggle to get away. 'Oh, George, George, do let go, he's shoving his cock up my arse. I can't stand that! I must-.'
'Hold tight George, never mind her, I've got her fine, it's awfully nice, and if you always have her this way, no harm can be done.'
Just at that moment I shot a flood of spend right up her vitals, but my priapism was so intense the stiffness never relaxed, and both of us, George and self, revelled in all the lubricity of our young natures, whilst Patty went nearly mad, as she squirmed, squealed, and bit him in the excess of her emotions, being carried quite out of herself. This went on till we all three ejaculated and mixed the very essence of our natures, which left us to lay in an exhausted heap, one top of the other on the stool.
We all had a wash in a stable bucket of fresh water, and it amused me to see George use the big stable sponge to lave and cool Patty's excited parts. She was in a nervously lost kind of state, sobbing and whimpering: 'Oh! oh! oh! You have quite done for me-my poor, poor bottom is so hot and so stretched-I shall never be right again. Oh! oh! oh! Kiss me, Mr. Percy. Kiss me, George. It was awfully grand-if I'm none the worse for it,' as she felt herself getting better.
At length we thought she was well enough, so let her leave, taking a final embrace as she felt and squeezed our tools, saying: 'You are two devils to serve a poor girl like that, I will never come near the stable again.'
'Yes you will, Patty, next Sunday soon after breakfast, whilst most of them are gone to Church, and if I don't find you both here you will be served out for it.'
This last experience of two males with a female quite tickled my fancy, so much so, that I resolved to ask Aunt Gert if she had ever had such a spree, and happening upon her in the garden a few hours later, I asked her to sit down and talk to me.
'Why of course I will, Perce, as you are such a nice boy, and take so little notice of your Auntie lately;
