play', as he had called it.- 'D… do not come yet, Georgy-try n… n… not to. Oh, it's so nice! Finger my cunt. Put your hand in front. There! AH! Yes!'
'Aunty, Aunty, Aunty!' Freddy was choking out meanwhile. No one had ever played with his prick before and it was nigh on bursting.
'Come, little dear, do naughty, do naughty all over my hand', purred Margaret. Her own fleshy hips were pumping vigourously in response to George's jerks and she knew that he could not hold out much longer, particularly as now he could already feel her salty, honeyed spurts over his fingers which rubbed wildly beneath her furred slit.
'Geeee!' Freddy gritted. His cock felt all peppery and tingly and hot and there was a lovely swirling sensation in his balls that preceded the sudden explosion that occurred.
His young stiff hosepipe then offered forth in a sudden, long spurt of come which Margaret could feel bubbling and dripping over her fingers.
'C… come, Georgy, come… come up my bottom!' Margaret choked and then, ramming her ardent bottom tight down, received the urgent spurts of his libation which the squeezing of her tight channel made even more vi- gourous.
Moaning and panting, all three thus loosed their passionate energies, the one spilling his sperm upon the sheet and Margaret's hand while Georgy inundated his aunt's bottom with the rich juice it so gladly received until after long moments of heaving and wriggling all three subsided and lay still, though Margaret continued possessively drawing upon her nephew's embedded weapon until the last pearls had been expended.
The thought that she might then stay to work their cocks up again was tempting in the extreme, but Margaret decided upon discretion lest the girls awake and hear. Kissing both boys fondly, adjuring them to silence and promising them more pleasure, she drifted back to her room, slumped open-legged upon the bed and blissfully congratulated herself on her first new adventure.
The first taste of new, forbidden fruit, however, tends to make the senses over-eager and the mind to become blurred to caution, and such it was with Margaret who in such relatively short time as she had to enjoy herself during Eric's absence sought ways of getting the other young people out of the way while she gave herself up to receiving the pricks of George and his younger brother. No matter how carefully and tactfully she endeavoured to do so-arranging picnics and such-the suspicions at least of Mabel were aroused. For upon their aunt's whispered instructions, George and Freddy pretended to be indisposed, though Mabel could see no sign of such and thought they looked in perfect health.
This occurring on the day following Margaret's initiation of her nephews, she packed Alice, Mabel, Bertie and Hugh off with a luncheon basket to a nearby meadow, which even fifteen-year-old Alice thought was rather odd since they might just as well have lunched at home.
'I wonder what IS wrong with Freddy and George', Mabel remarked casually to her slightly younger cousin, Hugh, while the two lay on their tummies on the grass, chewing at the white roots of long blades of grass and having separated themselves a little from the others.
'Perhaps they are going to have the measles or something', Hugh replied vaguely, for he was of an age when he was far more interested in the luring hump of Mabel's bottom which showed plainly in her prone posture and indeed was slightly emphasised by it.
'I don't think they are. Perhaps she is making the poor things do extra lessons or something. Anyway, I have forgotten my handkerchief, Hugh. I think I will go back and fetch it. Will you accompany me?'
Telling the others they would not be long, Hugh was only too glad for the opportunity of being alone with this winsome, willowy cousin of his who had coyly lent her bottom several times to his tentative caresses and had even allowed him to kiss her on the lips, which experience he had found terribly exciting.
Strolling down to the road and now and then touching hands together, the pair passed through a gate and were upon the road itself when Vanessa came along in her pony cart.
As is common in country areas where people are more friendly than in the smoky grime of crowded towns, all passers-by tend to greet one another or at least to doff their hats or give similar salute. Thus Vanessa slowed her pony when she saw the young couple who looked rather toothsome to her view, particularly Mabel who had on a pretty blue hat with a white silk ribbon around the brim and whose flowing gown was of matching colours with a sash around her midriff that splendidly displayed the wasplike nature of her waist and therewith her already promising hips.
It had been several days since Vanessa had first succumbed on the altar of Venus and to her vast amusement and pleasure she had been able to maintain her control over Reggie during that period, and with much assistance from Mary, of whom she was growing ever fonder. Spurning the would-be offerings of Reggie's pego herself, she had 'put him up' once to Mary who had dutifully knelt up on her Mistress's bed while Vanessa watched her brother perform from the rear on the girl, mischievously tapping his bare buttocks with a switch to make him groan betwixt pain and pleasure.
Besides-as Vanessa assured herself-her brother was enjoying his new role just as was she herself. She had been intrigued, too, to find that her penchant was as much for the caresses of other young females as the sensation of taking a cock in her pussy. Girls were soft and warm and cuddly and knew better how to lick one's cunny than men did.
Thus the rear view of Mabel, with her flowing locks, attracted Vanessa even more than the sight of her otherwise goodlooking companion and hence she reined in and greeted them, asking if they had far to go.
'Oh no, it is but a mile', replied Mabel, whereat the three exchanged the usual courtesies of names and such and Vanessa encouraged them to squeeze up beside her on the slatted, padded seat which brought Mabel's thigh warmly to her own.
In the general light chatter that followed, Vanessa learned why the couple were returning and offered to wait and take them back to their picnic spot. To her delight, Mabel not only agreed (for Hugh kept more shyly silent) but invited their new acquaintance to take refreshments with them at the house, this suggestion strengthening the slightly suspicious Mabel in her resolve to know whether her male cousins were still abed, or at their extra lessons, or what.
A certain feminine caution overtaking her, however, she saw fit upon their arrival to conduct Vanessa and Hugh through the side entrance to the back of the house, which informality caused Vanessa's nostrils to twitch a little, since as all sensitive males are aware, there are certain silent communications that may be made between females which are rarely vouchsafed to the stronger sex.
Taking the flagged path and finding the first of two entrances locked, the three repaired to the back where bow windows gave way into the morning room. Incautious in search of her immediate pleasures, Margaret had failed to draw the curtains together there, for the gardeners were busy out of sight and she had seen to it that the servants were otherwise occupied, having told the maids that she desired to work quietly with her nephews in the room.
Such a sight as met the eyes of the three would-be entrants into the house, therefore, caused them to pause rigid, for Margaret was indeed working quietly, albeit in a way that none would have suspected. Her posture was her favourite one, for it was the first in which she had been coached in her distant youth. That is to say, Margaret had upped her skirts and-wearing no drawers-was sprawled over a small round table the edges of which she was able to grip with outstretched hands. Her feet were firmly spread on the floor and her dark-blue stockinged legs straddled to display the magnificently plump and fully-rounded derriere to which a delirious Freddy was giving first attention while George stood by with his trousers open, holding his own rigid cock in readiness for a second entry.
Mabel's eyes were not the only things that bulged in that moment wherein she and Hugh and Vanessa had come to a sudden stop upon the sight of this revelation through the panes of glass. Margaret being in semi-profile to the unknown spectators, Hugh for one could clearly if unbelievingly see his younger cousin's rigid penis urging back and forth in the deep furrow betwixt his Mama's glorious nether cheeks.
For a long moment the three stood breathing deeply but otherwise silent at the vision that was vouchsafed to them. Unable to resist, and having cast a knowing eye downwards at Hugh who stood between them, Vanessa casually brushed the back of her hand across the young man's growing erection.
Clasping his aunt's out-curving hips, Freddy was by then pumping her welcoming bottomhole with all the youthful vigour that he could give to the task, while with every inward thrust Margaret's knuckles whitened excitedly, her face laid sideways on the polished table top and hence bringing into her passion-blurred and greedy
