raising his shirt, presented his prick and commenced to do to William what William had previously done to Miss Birchem. But for the rapture of the boy while fucking the lady it would have been impossible for him to bear his master's action. Sir Clifford had on several occasions during the few days the boy had been with him tried him in vain; then it occurred to him that if he introduced his page's prick into his mistress' cunt, he would be able to insert his own prick in the page's bottom. Miss Birchem did not see what he was about and William fucked her till she spent two or three times, the baronet emitting into him just as frequently.
After the proceedings were finished and the page had left the room, Miss Birchem was informed of what had happened. Like many other women, she found the idea highly erotic, and he promised to repeat the scene the following afternoon when her face should be uncovered and she should see everything.
The following afternoon when they were seated in the drawing room she reminded him of his promise. “My dear,” said he, “you so drained me last night that I much fear my prick will not stand.”
“Indeed!” said she. “Then I must birch you till it does.” Putting her hand underneath the couch on which she sat, she produced a formidable birch. “Come here, sir,” she said, and commenced to unbutton his trousers. When this was effected, “Lie across my knee,” she added, pulling up her petticoats and folding them above her quim so that his belly, prick, and balls should come in contact with her naked thighs. Even while she was pulling aside his shirt so as to have no impediment to their close contact, his prick began to erect itself. But when he began to lie across her and his cock came near her quim, it stood so stiffly that with a little guidance its inflamed head was nesting in the soft hair around it. Then as she birched him his excitement grew so keen that he plunged and struggled, sending his penis gradually into her sideways until it was fleshed completely to the hilt and their hairs were commingled. While she flogged him furiously, he fucked her quim until it would have been impossible to refrain longer from spending. Then he entreated her to stop. She did so and he arose and quickly adjusted his clothes. She threw herself at full length on the couch in a voluptuous attitude, her dress sufficiently in disorder to display the beauty of her legs and open enough at the bosom to reveal the loveliness of her breasts. He then rang the bell and William appeared.
“Shut the door and come here,” said Sir Clifford. The page obeyed and, having closed the door, approached the couch. At a previous period he would have felt abashed at the state in which he saw his mistress, but his experiences of yesterday had increased his boldness. The parlour-maid had invited him to feel her charms and he had done so. While they were so employed the cook had arrived on the scene, but instead of interrupting them, she took his balls in her hand and assisted them both to spend. He had afterwards slept with them both. The effects of all this caused his face to redden with desire. “William, have you ever seen this before?” said the baronet, raising his mistress' drapery and tossing it high enough to display the beauties of her person and bewitching quim. Sir Clifford pushed William towards her and she held out her arms to receive him and buried his face between her soft breasts. Meanwhile, his prick was taken out by Sir Clifford, who also pulled down his trousers and buried the prick in the waiting quim. He was soon in the agonies of spending, Sir Clifford taking advantage of the circumstance to bugger him again, an operation the pleasure of which his mistress did her utmost to heighten. For some considerable time the intercourse between the trio was kept up, till Sir Clifford again desired a change. And, as Miss Birchem wished to extend her field of amorous operations, a school was taken for her, which she was carrying on at the time she is here introduced.
Chapter III
Miss Birchem whipped the bottom of Miss Wynne till Harry spent into her and his prick grew too limp to give her any further pleasure. When she released the flagellated girl from the position in which she had held her, Miss Birchem rose from Harry's lap. Unsatisfied with the amount of pleasure he had given her, had they been alone she would have violently frigged his prick; but seeing Julia's look of unsatisfied desire raised by the tingling of her bottom, she promised that Julia should have some pleasure. She then took her on her lap, taking care that their naked flesh should be in contact. Gradually raising her shift in front, she told Harry to kneel before the lovely girl. Then she placed Harry's head on Julia's naked thighs and instructed him how to gamahuche her, and this he did, holding her convulsively by the thighs while his tongue went in and out, the point of it directed at her clitoris. Julia was soon in heavenly rapture; she held his head forward to her burning quim with all her strength, her body quivering with emotion, her eyes half blinded by the perspiration that came over them. While Harry was thus occupied in giving pleasure to Julia, Miss Birchem lowered his trousers and by the pliant use of her busy fingers soon produced an erection and increased the ardour with which he ravenously sucked the young and moist cunt of Julia. Shortly her head fell back, her eyes closed, and her whole form was convulsed while her lovely liquor of love oozed forth into the delighted mouth of her gamahucher. As soon as she had recovered, Miss Birchem took him between her thighs and made him fuck her.
While this proceeding was going on, it so happened that Mr. Spankie was strolling through the meadows thinking of Julia's mamma, whose naked beauties he was accustomed to enjoy in the privacy of her own room. Behind the hedge against the bank on which the governess had seated herself while Julia was sucked by Harry, Mr. Spankie had witnessed Harry's frigging and subsequent fucking of Miss Birchem. The scene had been too much for him, for while Harry was piercing Julia's cunt with his tongue Mr. Spankie had spent incontinently. Therefore he was afraid to make his presence known as he feared his prick would not second his desires. Leaving them, therefore, he went home. But before he reached home the remembrance of what he had seen caused his prick to stiffen, and immediately on his arrival he was compelled to seek his wife, whom he found dressing. She was speedily divested of stays and shift and lay on the bed with her thighs around her husband's neck while he frantically forced his tongue up her bottomhole. Afterwards he took himself from her embrace just as she was commencing to spend from the excitement this luxurious proceeding caused her, and, burying his erect prick within her cunt, he fucked her furiously. She so enjoyed the unexpected attack that she aided his efforts by every means in her power. After he had spent he left her for the arms of Mrs. Wynne, whose embraces he lusted for more than ever since he had seen her daughter's naked beauties and the amorous joy she had experienced.
Mrs. Spankie had therefore to be satisfied with a nephew who was staying in the house and whom she determined to allure by remaining in the same state in which her husband had left her. After frigging herself, she rose with the intention of dressing and seeking Augustus. After bringing him to her bedroom under the pretense of romping with him, she would maneuver him till she could hold him between her legs. Then she would tickle his prick and afterwards take it out and, wriggling till her clothes were above her belly, force his prick within her and obtain by force the fucking she was dying for. But at that moment she heard him pass her door. Hastily opening it, nearly naked as she was, her white breasts completely bare, her back and shoulders only covered by her long hair, her legs naked more than halfway up, she called him in. In a few minutes she was on her bed, her chemise removed and her legs around him, his prick within her and both their bodies vibrating with the throbs of heavenly agony.
In the meantime her husband was at Mrs. Wynne's house, but that lady, not expecting him, had gone out to keep an assignation with another lover in whose company she was spending her time between the sheets of a downy bed. Julia, however, had reached her house some time before. When he arrived he found her in the drawing room, scarcely recovered from the confusion of her senses caused by the novel and delicious occupation in which she had been engaged. As they were old friends she was soon sitting on his knee. Feeling something hard pressing against her, the young puss, more knowing since the lesson the governess had taught her, laid her hand upon it, artlessly enquiring, “Oh, what is that? Surely a mouse inside your pocket.”
“Put your hand in and feel the mouse,” said he. She allowed him to insert her hand inside his trousers. When her naked fingers touched his burning prick she gave it a squeeze and then drew her hand out saying, “It is not a mouse, it has no hair on it.”
“You only felt its nose, darling, look here,” and he drew it completely out. She got off his lap, her eyes sparkling as if with curiosity to see the little thing. He stood up, unfastened all the buttons, and exhibited not only his stiff prick but the balls covered with hair. “Gracious, what can this be for?” said the little maid artlessly. “I shall show you, darling,” said he, and sitting down again with his legs wide open, he drew her between them. With little difficulty he then succeeded in raising her clothes and placing his finger in her cunt and commenced to frig her deliciously. She kissed him passionately and, seizing his prick, pushed the skin up and down until he was on the verge of spending; then he seized her hand and dragged it away, at the same moment applying his prick to her quim, which was moist with excitement. She let her head fall on his shoulder, hiding her burning face. “Oh, you
