LUSCIOUS AND EXCITING STORY
MORE FORBIDDEN FRUIT
MASTER PERCY'S PROGRESS
in and beyond
the Domestic Circle
A classic Victorian
PREFACE My readers of Forbidden Fruit may wish to know the origin of
the work. It was this way, whilst I was staying at an out of the way
village on the Sussex coast, I used to take long solitary walks, and
several times saw a very beautiful girl sitting on a secluded part of
the downs, attentively reading what looked like a manuscript in a black
cover. Naturally I concluded she was some very studious young lady
trying to improve her leisure, as she did not appear anything like the
frivolous novel about what she was so intent upon.
One day, on the same foot-path, I picked up what I believed to be her
manuscript book, and looking curiously at the contents, was surprised
to find it was a tale of the grossest kind, scenes of love and lust
depicted in the most realistic manner, with Prick, Cunt, Fuck and other
things mentioned in the plainest language.
I sat down on the bank to enjoy this unexpected voluptuous treat, when
suddenly I was startled by a breathless exclamation of: "That's my
book! Oh, give it me back, Sir; I must have dropped it as I passed
along here, a short time ago, and ran back to find it."
"Your book, Miss. I was just looking to see if there was any address in
it, when I saw what it was about. Excuse my looking, it was done quite
innocently, and your secret is safe with me."
Realising at once the shame of the thing, she gasped for breath,
flushed crimson, and then turning pale as death, fell fainting at my
feet, before I could catch her in my arms.
Reclining her against the mossy bank upon which I had been sitting, I
rubbed and chafed her hands, squeezing her fingers quite painfully, in
order to bring her to herself, but for several minutes without success,
as there was no chance to obtain either water or brandy in such a place.
Presently she murmured "Fuck me! Shove in into me! I want it all—I
must have it now;" and a succession of bawdy expressions, quite
shocking from the lips of such a young girl, as she could not be more
than seventeen, at most.
It was incredible she could be so depraved, but it seemed a striking
confirmation of what a doctor once told me, viz, that even the most
virtuous girls often use frightfully obscene words, when recovering
from a fainting fit.
Anyhow, I resolved not to take advantage of her, and behave honourably
As she came round a little she opened her eyes with the question: "Oh!
where am I?" And catching sight of me holding her hands so tightly, all
her shame returned to her in quite an overwhelming sense, and bursting
into tears, she cried so bitterly, it was a long time before I could
Promising to keep the secret of her book, I only asked one thing, and
that was that she would not avoid me, and allow me to see her again.
This of course led to a close friendship between us; I lent her a
variety of voluptuous books, and she let me have the manuscript to copy
for my printer, but would not impart to me how she came by it, saying:
"Some day, perhaps, after I am married, then I will let you Fuck me,
and tell you all; it will not be long, my wedding is fixed to come off
in two months time; I'm a virgin and mean to be so till I have my
husband, but have to thank your forbearance that dreadful day when, you
found my book, and did not take advantage of the situation. I both
respect and love you for it."
She would permit me every familiarity but the one thing. We Frigged,
Sucked, and enjoyed every other pleasure, both abroad, and in my own
rooms, where she would visit me, having perfect liberty, living with an
old nurse of hers; so not a soul in the place knew anything about
either of us.
When we parted it was, "Au Revoir," and some day I may have more to
How well I remember my early days, almost to babyhood when it was
always the care of my beautiful mother to bath me herself every day;
there was also Mary my nursemaid, but when Mamma had to be away at any
time the supervision of my bath was delegated to her sister. Auntie
Gertie, a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen.
Till six or seven years of age I slept in a cot in my parents' own
bed-room. Papa was a very dark fine handsome man, Mamma equally so, or
much more beautiful to me, had lovely golden hair and deep blue eyes
full of love for me in every glance.
I can just remember one day when Mary and Auntie Gertie were giving me
my bath, I thought they were looking at my little spout, as I said
saucily: "What are you looking at, Papa has got such a big one."
Amongst the tricks I used to play on my nurse was one of suddenly
running up to her and raising her skirts in fun, so one day when Mamma
was bathing me, I suddenly said, "Mamma dear, Mary has such a lot of
hair at the bottom of her belly;" making the poor girl blush crimson,
as she explained my tricks to Mamma.
Another time to Auntie Gertie: "You should see my Papa hug my Mamma
like a bear in bed."
After this my cot was removed to the nursery, as Master Percy was
getting too observant.
What romps I used to have with Mary; then when I was about eight or
nine years old, I often would insist upon sleeping with her, always
creeping inside her night dress, to nestle close to her soft warm flesh.
I would kiss her titties and pretend to be a little sucking pig, as I
played with her belly even as low down as the hairy part, which she
always resisted my handling by keeping her own hand over it.
Often her motions were very curious; I fancied she was rubbing herself
between her thighs, and she would finish with deep sighs and what
seemed to me a tremulous shudder; generally she would also kiss me
Time passed on and I was growing quite a big boy. Somehow Mary and
myself seemed instinctively to avoid ever mentioning our bed-fellow
games; as far as I was concerned, there seemed something too good to be
told, even to Mamma.
I must have been nearly twelve when Mary had to go home for a few days,
to nurse her mother, so Auntie Gertie took her place in the nursery.
She saw me to bed about eight o'clock, and then went away, leaving me
awake, wondering if she would let me get into her bed. Bye and bye I
heard her enter the room, so pretending to be asleep, closed my eyes as
she came to look at me, with the lamp in her hand. "What a beautiful
boy, if only I dared!" I heard her say softly to herself. Then placing
the lamp on a table, she came again to the bedside, and imprinted a
warm kiss on my cheek, then another and another. Opening my eyes in
apparent surprise, I threw my arms round her neck and gave her back
kiss for kiss; this went on for quite a minute or two, till she said,
laughing and blushing at the same time: "What a silly, spoony boy you
are, Percy; I thought you were asleep."
"Oh, no, Auntie Gertie, dear, I do love you so, and when you kissed me
I could not help paying you back; don't you love me a little?"
"Now go to sleep, there's a good boy, I must go to bed myself, put your
head under the clothes, if I catch you peeping at me, I'll whip your
bottom, that's all;" drawing the sheets up over my face. "Now keep like
that, till the light is out."
If I could not see, my ears listened till I heard the well known ripple
of her water in the chamber pot and out of shame impudence whistled,
the same as I had heard the groom do to Papa's horse when he wanted it
to piss. Sudden darkness.
The sound of that rushing stream electrified me; sensations I had never
experienced before coursed through my veins, my little pego hardened of
it's own accord, so jumping out of bed, I exclaimed: "Auntie, I must
give you a last kiss, how funny the noise of your pee-pee has made me
feel, I am all of a tremble, just feel me," winding my arms again round
her neck; she seemed only too willing to return my eager kisses,
drawing me to her bosom till I could feel the firm palpitating orbs
pressing against my breast.
"Come into bed, and cuddle me, Percy, I feel so chilly to night," she
Only too pleased I nestled myself by her side, still kissing and
calling her my loving Auntie.
Fate had ordained I was to lose my maidenhead that night, young as I
was. Her hand passed all over me, caressing every part, and she freely
abandoned her bosoms to my impassioned kisses.
Presently her hand wandered down to where my stiff standing pintle was
throbbing against her belly, her hand closed upon my staff, which felt
to me bigger and bigger every moment, and must even then have been a
good six inches.
Not a word passed between us; she glued her lips to mine, almost
sucking my breath away and altogether seemed in such an agitated state,
that I was nearly frightened; still I felt only too pleased, as she
held my affair in her hand and slowly passed her fingers up and down,
up and down, drawing back the foreskin each time. Somehow she gradually
worked me into a position between her legs as we lay side by side, then
she commenced rubbing the nose of my machine in a moist sort of chink
embowered in the silky hair at the bottom of her stomach. One of her
arms hugged me round the waist, and presently a soft whisper murmured:
"Percy, push yourself close to me, it's so nice, my darling."
I followed instructions, and hand directing my instrument, it slipped
in somewhere very moist and deliciously warm. She wriggled her bottom
and drew me in more and more at each motion; both her hands now pushed
my bottom each time in response to her forward shoves.
The game grew faster and faster; she rolled over on her back, her legs
entwined over my buttocks, so as not lose the little prisoner she had
got in her grot.
"Now Percy, my love, shove in hard and fast, dear, make me come, isn't
it delicious, my boy?" "Oh, Auntie, you dear Auntie Gertie: where am I
going to?" I ejaculated in a delirium of entrancing sensations—"Ah oh!
oh!—what's going to happen, I'm bursting!" and my head fell on her
shoulder as I lay nearly lifeless, all the extatic emotions of the
impulsive gushes throbbing from me, as her grot seemed to grip and suck
every drop of my life, so as to mingle the very essence of our being in
the recesses of what I now know was her womb.
What a grip she kept on me! Something inside of her caressed the head
of my instrument, and the contractions of that moist warm chink seemed
to increase every moment. The folds of her adorable vagina worked up
and down on my delighted pintle in a truly marvellous manner, and for
the rest of my life I have never had experience of a woman so gifted as
she was in that way. I was quite painfully stiff, she excited me so,
and almost before I had realised all that had happened to me, the flood
came again, and this time I could feel she was also gushing out love
juice in response to mine; a kind of rage possessed me, I wanted to
kill her by thrusting my instrument as savagely as possible, but the
more I did so, the more vehement her motions became. She heaved up her
bottom in desperate plunges to meet every thrust, and but for clinging
very tightly round each others' waists she must have thrown me off.
Our mingled fluids spurted all over my bag of balls and flooded our
thighs at every push.
At length we lay exhausted, but I was still on the top of her, and her
vagina seemed as anxious to retain its working partner as before, but
nature denied me the strength to go on.
"Oh, Auntie, you've killed me, it's gone dead now," as I felt it all
limp and slipping away from her.
"Percy, dear, darling boy, we must go to sleep now, perhaps in the
morning you will be all right again for another game. Only to think,
I've taken your maidenhead, and what pleasure you have given me! Your
father could not do it better."
"Has he ever put that big one of his into you there, Auntie? It must
have hurt you awfully?"
"Don't call me Auntie, call me Gertie; say you love me, Percy, but
never tell what we have done to-night; your Mamma doesn't mind Papa
poking me, if she sees it done; we are sisters you know, and they say
it is all in the family; but Mamma would be mad if she knew I had you
first, so never say a word, and she won't know; but I can tell you a
secret, Percy—she means to have you herself when she thinks you are
old enough; but she doesn't know what a boy you are, my pet; so let me
have you to myself for a little; if you do too much it will kill you;
Mamma and I almost kill Papa sometimes, we want such a lot of poking,
but some nice wine soon gives him strength again. He took my maidenhead
to please your Mamma, who thought she would like to see it done. Ah,
that did hurt: his great big engine bursting into me and stretching
poor Fanny till she was all torn and bleeding. Boys are not hurt like
that, it is only the poor girls who suffer when they lose their
maidenhead. Take my advice, Percy, never let a girl or woman know you
have ever been intimate with another; it is unkind to them, makes them
jealous to think they are not the first; besides, dear boy, you don't
know how delightful it was to me to think I was the first you ever put
into; and only a boy, but what a boy my darling Percy is!" kissing me
with all the abandon of her nature. We went to sleep, but our exertions
so overcame us that we were late for breakfast and had not time for a
"Wait till night; we shall be all the better for the delay;" she said,
as we hurriedly dressed ourselves.
All that day my eyes were for my mother, and when she kissed me my
heart went out to her in a manner it had never done before; the loving
grace in those deep blue eyes seemed to have a new meaning for me, and
her hair looked more golden than ever; was she ornamented with golden
hair also at the bottom of her belly? I determined to ask Gertie about
that. Auntie was three years younger than Mamma and rather slimmer in
figure, but not anything so grand and adorable in my eyes; a feverish
excitement pervaded my whole being, and frequently during that first
eventful day when I already felt myself a man, thinking myself as good
as Papa. My pego seemed to grow in importance, and raised its head,
times out of number, as the thoughts of the possibility that some day I
could be as free with Mamma as I now was with Auntie.
Dear Gertie could not help seeing how fascinated I was with Mamma, and
once even cautioned me to watch myself or all would be found out and I
should be sent to a boarding school. She herself was very careful of
me, and on the sly gave me a second glass of wine at luncheon, besides
helping me to the most recuperative viands on the table.
It was the same at dinner, and when at last she put me to bed at the
usual time, I felt so rampageous, I made her look at my enormously
"How rude you are Percy to night. How dare you, Sir, show that thing to
me? Now, do your pee-pee at once and get into bed, or I shall whip you
till your bottom is sore.
"Here is the chamber utensil. Let me see you do it properly, or
goodness knows, you will wet the bed like a baby; you are so distrait."
Her laughing face and the idea of a lady holding the utensil for me,
took away all power to micturate; I couldn't do it for the life of me.
"Now, go on you bad boy, don't keep me waiting all night," she said
"Go away and leave off teasing me. You know I can't pee if you look at
She put down the pot, and almost before I even guessed what she was at,
turned me over on the bed face downwards, and began smacking my bottom
with all her strength.
Oh, how those spanks smarted, as she rained them on my devoted rump.
"This is for your naughtiness, Sir; will you obey me or not—Percy—is
that rude thing always going to stick up and defy me like that?"
Slap—Slap—Slap—making me wince at every smack—"Oh—ah-r-re, don't
Gertie, don't that is not fun to me, you hurt me so."
"Yes, and I hope I do hurt you, you bad boy—will you—will you do as I
tell you, or not—Why I declare it's as still as impudent as ever," she
said, thrusting her hand beneath me to feel how I was—"there, I must
serve you out!"
"Ah-r-r-re, oh, you're biting me, Gertie—oh, pray don't—pray don't
bite my bottom like that, or I shall scream."
"I feel I must bite you, Percy I can't make it be good, and there's
only one way to make your instrument lay down, but you must wait till I
come to bed, then I will see to it, as I did last night."
This little game, and the want of sufficient rest on the previous
night, made me very sleepy, and when she was gone I dropped off into a
beautiful slumber, and was only awakened by her kissing me. Opening my
eyes, there she stood by my bedside as naked as she was born, exposing
all the beauties of her figure to my enraptured gaze, but what
attracted me was not the sight of the ivory globes of her swelling
breast, but lower down, where the mount of Venus was shaded by a
profusion of curly reddish golden hair, just beneath which I knew was
concealed the warm cleft which had afforded me such infinite joy the
"Oh, Gertie let me kiss you all over, what a love you look, just like
the picture of Eve in your big bible, only she has not got any hair
there. Do tell me has my Mamma got the same colored hair as you, and is
she like you all over?"
"Of course she has, Percy, why do you think so much of Mamma, when you
have me?" she said, with quite a jealous little tone.
"What you told me about her wanting me, my own mother has made me feel
so alloverish all day, your plaything has been sticking up so often,
and when Mamma kissed me, I wanted her so, and you noticed it. Now I
will strip too, and when you take it in that lovely place between your
thighs, let me fancy it is Mamma; and I shall love you, oh, so much."
"Very well, have your own way, you funny boy; so, I'm to be nobody, and
Mamma everything; never mind I shall have the pleasure," as she
playfully pulled my night shirt over my head, and not being unfastened
at the neck, she had me prisoner, my head and arms being confined as
she pulled me off the bed.
"Now, I've got you, my boy, you can't help yourself; I'm Mamma, am I?"
and in a trifle she was whipping me with something which cut and stung
me dreadfully, this I afterwards found was a long thin bunch of green
birch twigs she had slyly got ready for me.
I did not resist much, for every thing she did seemed only to tend to
the most delightful pleasure, but I wanted to look at and enjoy the
sight of her charms, which was exactly what she did not intend just at
the moment; she wanted to torture me and enjoy the idea of my pain and
humiliation, and not to let me see the exultation shown in her face and
Her cuts made me plunge about in order to disentangle myself from the
embarrassing night robe, but it took me several minutes to effect my
escape, my tender buttocks suffering every moment more and more under
her strokes. At length I was free, and catching her round the waist
almost lifted her on to the bed, and as she was pushed back with her
legs hanging over the side, and her feet still resting on the floor, I
slipped down on my knees, to explore that divine spot:—"Now, Gertie, I
mean to look and know all about where I was last night."
She suddenly became passive and permitted me to do as I pleased, so my
explorations of the regions of love were easy.
Gently parting the abundance of reddish golden hair, I found the
slightly gaping lips of her vagina bedewed with pearly drops of creamy
love juice, which she must have emitted in the excitement of whipping
"Ah, cheat," I exclaimed. "You have given me the pain, and had the
pleasure to yourself."
"Kiss me there, Percy dear, and forgive me; it was all love, as you
will soon understand, I whipped you both for my own pleasure and also
to make you still more ardent and fierce when shove into me."
I was an apt pupil, so parting those vermilion lips, found a little
fleshly button just above the entrance I could see lower down; my
fingers touched it. "There—there—that's the spot. Kiss it, you dear
boy—just a little, and then make haste to push into me."
Curious to know the effect, I at once complied by sucking that little
button between my lips, and also working the tip of my tongue softly
over it, gently biting with my teeth now and then.
"Put your fingers into me, dear," she said, in a low voice, "and I
shall soon come—Go on—go on—you darling love;" and just then my hand
was inundated with a copious flow of her creamy essence, which so
excited me, I could not wait any longer; I was ready to burst myself,
so jumping up, I took one leg under each arm and rammed into her with
all the strength I was capable of; my God, how she heaved to meet my
attack! Her vagina seemed as stiff as my pintle, closing upon it with
an extraordinary grasp, such as few women are capable of, nipping and
squeezing the head of my affair each time it reached to the bottom of
We spent ourselves in a mutually copious ejaculation, and she kept
heaving and wriggling, still insatiable for more, keeping me as stiff
as exer, making me, boy as I was then, overflow three times before she
finished me, whilst as to herself it was one continuous emission as
long as I could go on pushing into her. At length we lay on the bed
palpitating and breathless.
Presently she took my face between her two hands and drawing in to her
lips, kissed me in the most impassioned manner.—"Percy, what a
champion you are, if your Mamma did but know it; but don't be in a
hurry to desert me; you will have enough of her when the time comes and
even then, I don't believe she can; Papa says I'm a long way the best
of the two. Now. I've smuggled a bottle of the finest Madeira up
stairs, and will give my boy a couple of glasses; then we will have a
new sort of, game, which you will be sure to like, and after that to
sleep; we must not do too much."
I think that wine was the most invigorating I ever tasted. Unused as I
was to more than a singe glass of claret at luncheon or dinner, the
generous Madeira fired all the blood in my system, making me palpitate
with desire to renew those love games which I had so recently learned,
and still wished to know more about.
"Gertie, how kind of you to think of that. It makes me feel more of a
man than ever. How stiff it is, but do give me another glass just to
drink the health of your—what do you call it—you know under the hair
"Oh Percy, you'll be inebriated, my dear. Only this once, and if
affects you much, I shall refuse a third glass another time," she said,
refilling my glass.
"Now, what do you call it, Gertie? Tell me it's proper name."
"Mine," she said, slapping her hand on her lovely mount—is a C-U-N-T
(Cunt) but when girls talk together about it they call their
"Fanny"—but I like the word Cunt—always call it that, Percy, when
alone with me—and, your's, dear, what do boys their affairs?"
"You know I have never been to school and have been so much at home
with Mamma, you, and Mary, that I hardly know the right name for my
thing; but what does Papa call his?"
"Papa calls it his Prick—Mamma calls it a glorious Cock—and I, I use
either name. Here Percy, we will drink to Cock and Cunt, and may they
never get tired of love; a stiff Standing Prick, and a Cunt ready for
it." We emptied our glasses and she placed them on the table, then
getting on the bed, stretched herself by my side, and kissed me
ardently, darting her velvety tongue between my lips, till I could
endure it no longer, and wanted to mount up as before.
"No, not that way this time, we will try a new pleasure; I want to
taste and swallow the very essence of your being."
Reversing herself upside down by my side, and taking my stiff machine
in her mouth, began to suck and roll her tongue round its head, in the
most delicious manner. At the same time she pressed her mount against
my face, as a challenge for me to reciprocate her attentions to my
prick. Words were not required. I knew instinctively what I ought to
do, so my fingers parted the lips of her luscious Cunt, and my tongue
was at once busy about La Rose d'Amour, the little spot where the
slightest titillations of a tongue will arouse even in the coldest
temperament the most ardent sensations of desire, and at once dispel
any ideas of resistance to the due course of pleasure.
It is the real touch-hole, which once fired, lets off all the pent up
sources of voluptuousness; let the chilly virgin be but once assaulted
there by finger or tongue, and she is lost; Shame—Prudence—every
thought, save of utter abandonment—all vanish as the conquering hero
pursues his advantage;—and it is the same with a boy who for the first
time finds pintle between the lips of an ardent girl who is all-a-fire
to enjoy his youthful virility.
Each one abandons every charm to the other; desire to do courses hotly
through their veins, each seems anxious to devour the other; so it was
with us, she flooded my mouth at the same instant as I felt my very
life melting away and spurting down her eager throat.
Not a drop of the creamy emission escaped me; I was sucking her life,
her soul, and wanted more each moment. This game lasted a considerable
time. After each spend, our lips still kept possession of the organ of
love, sucking and playing our tongues in the most lascivious way we
could imagine to prolong and bring on the exotic spasms again and again.
Exhausted at length, we settled ourselves to sleep, with a mutual kiss
and thanks for the delicious pleasures afforded.
Beautiful dreams haunted my sleeping hours and still more inflamed my
now thoroughly awakened manhood. Recently I had read the mythological
tale of the three goddesses, Juno, Venus and Minerva appealing to the
shepherd Paris for the prize of the golden apple; as drapery was very
rare in those Pagan days, no doubt they stood before him in all the
glories of their matchless beauty.
Visions of my glorious golden haired Mamma, Auntie Gertie, and Mary,
standing before me, as if I had to chose which was most desirable; the
last named a swarthy beauty of twenty, with small figure, but a model
of gracefulness, seemed indeed to challenge comparison with my two
lovely relatives, and much as I longed to possess Mamma, this vision of
Mary made a very lasting impression on my mind; beyond them stretching
away in the dim perspective were quite a procession of attendant
houris, all sizes, ages, and styles of complexion and beauty from very
little ones to the fat, fair, and forty. Was this prophetic of my
future career amongst the fair sex, viz, beginning at home with the
first principal figures, and then to revel in a succession of
loveliness for a long time to come; as I opened my eyes, that was the
thought which came to me, and I resolved to have sweet swarthy Mary as
soon as she returned to her duties; it should be "Nolens Votens;" I was
strong enough to make her let me have my way.
My instrument, inflamed by both dream and resolves, stood rampant, and
attracted Gertie's attention as she opened her eyes:
"My Goodness, Percy, what an erection!—I have just been dreaming of
you pushing into your Mamma on the sofa, whilst I sat astraddle of Papa
on his Cock, and rode up and down, as you pleased your mother; how I
should have liked it to be real; perhaps it will some day—put your
hand down and feel how wet I am, it made me come in a flood—and now
you are almost as bad—have you been dreaming too?"
I confessed as much with respect to her and Mamma, but kept Mary to
myself for fear Auntie might spoil my anticipated pleasure in that
"It's getting late, my boy, so let me have it quick, just the same as I
was dreaming I was on your Papa—riding on your dear Cock."
I was already on my back, as she placed herself across me kneeling on
her knees, and so taking Mr. Pego in one hand, she directed his head to
the well lubricated slit so ready to take him in, gently impaling
herself as her body gradually pressed down on my inflamed Prick. The
long slow insertion into that furnace of love was delicious, and as she
felt the head at last reach the very entrance to her longing womb, her
sperm came in a flood. Mine also had been so put up that the spasmodic
contractions of the folds of the innermost parts of her vagina at the
moments of emission drew an equally copious ejaculation from me.
"My God, Percy, that will make a baby, I must syringe at once!" she
said, as soon as she recovered herself and finished kissing me. "What
exquisite pleasure! We ought to go on, but I must not run the risk;"
and springing off me, in spite of my efforts to detain her in my arms,
she proceeded to syringe herself most effectually with an enema, using
a very slight solution of sulfate of zinc, which will always prevent
impregnation if done quickly after coition. As she explained to me, the
critical moment such as we had just experienced only happened now and
then, but that the female had such a very peculiar sensation, she could
not possibly mistake it, and only a careless girl, or one who really
wished for a child, would neglect to syringe the moment it was all over.
Gertie had me to herself for some days, before Mary returned, but my
vision had never lost its effects on my mind.
Auntie was very reluctant to give up her charge, but there was no
available excuse. She admonished me to be very circumspect and we would
enjoy ourselves every possible chance. "Some night," she whispered,
"you can steal into my room when Mary is asleep, but don't let her know
anything, or you will be sent away, my love."
The short time that Mary had been away, seemed to have worked quite a
change in her manner towards me, she seemed to have grown suddenly shy
and reserved, and the first night even neglected to give me the usual
conventional kiss, and when she retired herself, was very careful to
put out the light before doing certain little things.
"All right, my beauty," I thought to myself. One good night's rest,
then for an explanation or else something better.
She was restless, and as I lay awake, thinking over all my game with
Auntie Gertie, Mary was tossing about and unsettled. I could hardly
restrain myself from jumping up and getting into her bed.
At length her heavy breathing told me she slept, but evidently
dreaming, as I could hear little words now and then, such as: "Don't
Georges—you shan't—indeed you shan't—I'll slap your face if you go
Sleep overcame me at last, and when I opened my eyes in the morning she
had left the room. All day my eyes feasted on Mamma and I could see
Gertie pouting with vexation at my evident desire for the maternal
connexion. This served my purpose exactly, as it took away all
suspicion of my design upon Mary.
"Don't look at Mamma like that, Percy, or I shall begin to dislike you,
my boy, and shan't let you love me again," she whispered, when she got
"Oh, there's no harm in looking. Gertie, you know you told me she meant
to have me, when I am old enough, and I'll let her know that some day
before very long."
"You tease. I'll whip your bottom, when I get you alone, you bad boy;
you only want to make me jealous."
"Then don't be so silly Gertie. Looking at Mamma does no harm yet, but
I do so want to kiss her Cunt."
"Fie, for shame, sir! Be off and behave yourself."
That day seemed a very long one to me, but bed time came as last. Mary
was retiring as on the previous evening, but I waited till she had put
out the light, and got into bed.
"Mary," I said, "why don't you kiss me since you come back?"
"Oh! Master Percy, you are such a big boy now, we ought to leave off
that," was the reply.
"But what is the harm; we always did, and used to have such nice games
together; shall I come and kiss you just now?"
"No, no, I won't allow it any more, besides—besides."
"Besides, what?" I said, getting out, and going to her bedside:
"Besides, I mean to kiss you and will make you kiss me."
"Go away! Percy, you shan't!" as she covered her head with the
"That's better than Master Percy; now, I will kiss you, Mary dear, so
don't make a fuss, but kiss me back."
"Well, just once, then go back to bed," she said, raising her head.
"There's a dear girl," I replied kissing her on the lips; "Kiss me back
or I'll pull the clothes off and slap you."
Her lips returned my osculation and I tried to slip the tip of my
tongue into her mouth as I prevented her taking her face away, and
sucked in her very breath till she seemed to quiver all over, and her
lip relaxed a little till the tips of our tongues fairly met.
This dalliance continued for some minutes till one of my hands found
its way inside her night chemise, and grabbed the heaving globes of her
bosom, moulding them and playing with the saucy nipples which stuck up
as firm as my Cock, which was in a fiery state of expectation.
"Now, go away do, you impudent boy, where have you learnt such tricks,
Percy?" she whispered as she faintly attempted to push me away.
"Nowhere, only I do so like to feel and kiss you, Mary, you are so warm
and soft, and kiss so nicely my dear;" as I was gently sliding into the
bed beside her.
"What makes you like kissing so? Don't Mamma or auntie Gertie kiss you
enough, you silly boy."
"Oh, but that's different, I can't feel them all over, as I do you; as
I hugged my body close to hers, those palpitating bosoms now beating
against my breast."
"How queer you make me feel, Mary. Don't you notice my affair stiff and
hard against you belly; let us lay close to each other, and your warm
flesh against mine," pulling up her chemise to her waist.
"How is it you have hair there, dear, and I have none about mine!" My
hand was groping to get a finger in her slit, and if possible to touch
the spot I knew so well.
"No, Percy, you mustn't put your hand there, that thing of yours is
hard against my belly. Put it away do."
"Between your legs, Mary, I seem to feel sure that is the place; let me
lay between your legs and rub my belly against yours; how hot you are
there!" Both my hands were trying to force open her thighs, which she
kept firmly closed.
"You shan't—you shan't, you bad boy, what do you mean by such goings
A sudden frenzy impelled me to exert all my strength; little by little,
I got one leg between hers, as I pushed her over on her back.—"I
will," I said, grinding my teeth in desperation; "You shall let me,
Mary; now, don't fight so, it's no use."
We struggled on in silence, she was almost a strong as myself, but
panting for breath she was gradually mastered by my dogged resolve to
win my way:—"Oh, oh, you shan't, indeed you shan't;" as I got a finger
fairly in her slit, which was quite moist and slimy, as no doubt the
ardour of our struggles had brought on an emission.
The head of my Cock at last got lodged just inside the moist lips of
her vulva; she gave a tremulous shudder, and I thought the victory was
won, but with quite sudden desperation, she rolled herself almost on
her side, but I clasped one arm firmly round her waist, and the other
hand gave her buttocks such a savage pinch, that with a sharp "Oh! oh!"
her bottom heaved up a little, and I felt my champion gain a little way
in; again she struggled desperately, and actually bit my shoulder, but
that only made me more savage.
Slowly I pushed up to her last virgin defence. "You shan't, Oh Percy,
you'll ruin me, do get away; you'll kill me.—Oh—Ah-r-r-re!" as
struggling and wriggling to resist me, her motions actually helped to
accomplish the rape, for thrusting fiercely just as she heaved a little
to throw me off, the hymen was broken, and my Cock triumphed over that
stubbornly contested virginity.
So ignorant was I of the ethics of copulation that I had no idea of the
irreparable damage I had done to poor Mary.
"There, I told you I would, you couldn't prevent me getting into you,
my dear, and how lovely it feels now I am there; my Cock is inside you,
and your Cunt holds, it so delightfully tight". I kissed her again and
again, and began to move by instrument inside her, but she only
responded by heartbroken sobs, and her face was wet with tears.
"What is the matter dear, don't you like it; what a struggle we had,
but that only added to the fun of the thing; have I indeed hurt you so
much? Cheer up and join in the game now."
"Ah, Percy," she sobbed, "you have robbed me of the only jewel I
possessed; I can never get married now, any one could know some one had
broken through my hymen;" and she sobbed bitterly, so much so, that I
was really distressed, and ashamed of my violence.
"Oh! what have I done? Do tell me Mary, don't cry so, dry up your
tears, you know I love you."
"And so I do you Percy, my own boy; and, oh, I was so afraid it would
happen some day. Now, kiss me and tell me truly, who taught you to be
so rude; you must have had a lesson from your Auntie Gertie whilst I
was away. I know what she is, so hot, so lustful; she wants every man
and boy she can get; I know your Papa pokes her, and so does your
cousin Mr. Shore, and even when she goes out for a ride with our groom
Parsons, or a walk by herself, she takes a small syringe and a bottle
of lotion in her pocket, in case of accident, but I know what sort of
accident she means. Now, tell me, and I'll keep your secret: but never
let her suspect I know, or I should lose my place. Now, Percy, I'm sure
she taught you. Tell me truly, dear."
Certain that I could not hide the truth from the dear girl, I confessed
as to my aunt, but nothing more. "Mary dear," I said, "we will keep our
secret to ourselves, she will never suspect you."
"Oh, you little love, you shall be all mine; that cat, beautiful as she
is, shan't have you," she said, squeezing me in her arms, and kissing
me rapturously.—"All mine, and I feel it throbbing inside of me,
Percy, push again now, gently at first, as I feel rather sore, perhaps
it will soon get easier. Ah, that's it, how nice, draw out nearly, and
then in again softly, dear; that's it, how, lovely! Oh! what is that
shooting into me, like a spurt of hot balm, right up to my heart?—Oh!
Oh! I'm coming too!" she sobbed in ecstasy—"what divine pleasure—how
you pushed at that moment—go on, dear, don't stop, it's too ravishing
to waste a moment!" as she instinctively entwined her legs over me, and
wriggled her bottom in excess of pleasure, as our love juices mingled
in her womb; then at last she stretched herself out at length, her Cunt
closely nipping Cupid's battering ram, her arms tightly holding me
almost like a vice, her lips played with mine in long kisses, our
tongues darting into each other's mouths in the most luscious manner,
all the while the inner folds of her tight fitting sheath kept me
prisoner, and treated my Cock to the most delicious contractions and
pressures, till I was so inflamed, Cupid's charger plunged on his mad
career once more, making my dark beauty writhe and squirm in the excess
of her ecstatic emotion; several times we seemed to stop by mutual
consent, and lay for a while enjoying those heavenly sensations. After
thus delaying the final crisis to the uttermost, the moment came when
the life flood could no longer be kept back, and our simultaneous
emission drowned the organs of love so profusely that our thighs were
deluged as we continued to churn in the creamy overflow.
This finished our game for the night, and when my eyes opened in the
morning she lay naked by my side, having thrown off her blood-stained
chemise. She was awake. "Ah! Percy, my love, I thought you would never
wake, but I did not like to touch you: see what a mess the bed is
in—it was a real rape—you would never have done it if I had been
strong enough—But now, oh, how I love my boy!"
The sight that met my eyes did indeed give evidence of something
awful—blood stains—patches of dried semen, discoloured by blood.
"My God, Mary, what will you do? We shall be found out."
"Kiss you for it, Percy. Don't be afraid, I will change the sheets and
make it right," gluing her lips to mine, as if she would suck my breath
away, whilst one of her hands found out my now standing champion ready
for the fray.
"Let me have it again, dear, before I get up; I want you so much."
"Well then, Mary my love, try Auntie Gertie's plan; kneel across me and
help yourself, whilst I lay on my back and enjoy the sight of your
beautiful body as you ride up and down on my Cock; oh, I do think a
dark girl like you beats all fair beauties."
"What a flatterer to say that, you artful boy—when you know, and have
seen such a beauty as your aunt," as she slowly impaled herself on my
rampant engine. "Did she teach you that way? Well she knows what's good
any how—Ar-r-re—it's up so far, let me sit and feel it like that for
With sparkling eyes and a smile on her lips which parted just enough to
show me a row of pearls of the whitest ivory, and so perfect that being
bitten by them could only be a pleasure. Then again the contrast
between this dark olive tinted Venus and the creamy colored complexion
of my aunt with her reddish-golden haired mount and the black silky
down which ornamented the tight fitting sheath, which now was enjoying
possession of my Cock. All these so tired my imagination, that I heaved
up my buttocks to start another heat in love's steeple chase, and the
little dark tilly at once bounded on her course with all the fire of
"Ah," she said, slackening the pace, "it is too good to hurry like
that," and she laid herself full length over my body, devouring my
mouth with her hot tonguing kisses, whilst her Cunt kept possession of
my Prick, and treated it to a course of the most exquisite compressions
imaginable, till at length she suddenly resumed the proper position and
riding furiously for a moment or two, fell exhausted on my bosom as
gushes of spend flooded my delighted Cock and invited it to shoot its
essence into her very vitals.
"Ah," she said, as at last she reluctantly dressed herself; "what a man
you will make, and what a lot of girls you will want. Poor me will be
nowhere, but you shall always have me, when you want a bit of my black
Fanny—Black for Beauty—you know; much as you may sometimes run after
the fair ones."
Mary and I indulged in every variety of voluptuous pleasures; we needed
no further instruction, but tried everything we could think of, even to
pissing in each other's mouths, as a finale after a long bout of erotic
She had the prettiest of underclothing and one of my delights was to be
dressed up as a girl, in chemise, drawers and corset; then she would
put on my shirt and trousers, and in this kind of demi-toilette we had
many a spree in our bedroom, and she did look a pretty boy. She would
kiss and chuck me under the chin, calling me her pretty Jemima—"Pretty
Jemima, don't say no, what a nice soft Fanny you have, my dear;" as she
would put her hands under my chemise and gently wag Mr. Peaslin, who
was always in a state of erection. Perhaps it was the aroma of her
chemise and drawers which had such a magnetic effect on me, always
bringing on a violent priapism. She would push me back on the edge of
the bed, and opening her trousers, pretend to get into me, and of
course I slipped into her; this was quite a fancy of hers. She would
say: "Jemima darling, how deliciously you squeeze my Prick! Do I please
you, darling? Am I fucking you nicely?"
For in a very short time we got to relish all the expressions so
piquant in bawdy language and which give such a zest to the fullest
enjoyment. When sometimes I would say to her: "I mean to give you a
beautiful Fuck," she would exclaim: "Say that again. I like to hear you
say that;" and as to our masquerading in each other's clothes, she said
it made her feel a double pleasure when my Prick was so tight inside
her, it seemed to be part of herself and it really appeared as if she
was Fucking me, as I lay beneath her, on the edge of the bed;
"imagination is everything, my dear, when you can have your Aunt, or
any girl you fancy, even your own Mother, if you think of her as you
When she talked like this, "Did she know anything?" I thought to
myself; so one night I said: "Mary dear, do you think Mamma is fond of
Fucking, and does Papa do enough for her? What do you think?"
"I don't believe one single man would satisfy your Mother or your aunt; I
will tell you a great secret of something I once saw, which so upset me
at the time, that I rally think if a nice young man had been there, my
maidenhead would never have been left for you."
The summer before last, you will remember Capt. Devereux your uncle,
and who of course is brother to both your mother and your aunt, stayed
here for a week, before he went to India, where he is now; he tried to
be very familiar with me, but I was too shy and ran away when he tried
to give me a kiss.
You know your mother's boudoir is only separated from this room by the
big closet between, which is used for hanging up dresses, as that is so
much better than having them folded. You know what a roomy place it is,
with a long row of pegs on one side, and the big linen press at the
end; besides the door into the corridor, there is one into the boudoir,
half glass covered with a pink silk blind.
Well, one day I was in there taking out the dresses, to keep them free
of moth when I heard the key turned in the lock of the door into the
corridor, and your mother's voice: "No one can go in there now, and we
can't be disturbed," as the Captain and his two sisters entered the
boudoir. I don't know why I didn't knock to be let out at once, but
when I thought of doing so, I heard the Captain's voice:—I suppose,
Selina, you must be first. I want a Fuck awfully bad; we've got the
whole morning to ourselves, so there is plenty of time for Gert; and my
dear sisters, how we shall miss each other when I can never visit you.
It's an awful bore being sent out to India, but I suppose there will be
game amongst the officers' wives and daughters; our Colonel takes out
all his family and has two or three fizzing girls who will soon ripen
in the Indian sun.
"Oh, Horace," exclaimed your Mother. "I never had such a fucker as you,
and you taught me and Gert all we know in the Art of Love. Come to my
arms, my brother, the more wicked it is to be Fucked by you, the more
piquant is our enjoyment:—Take it out, Gert, and put it into me, I
will do as much for you presently, and lick him up too, if I make him
You may be sure I could not resist a peep, and at once thought of
Solomon's proverb about the "Wonderful way of a man with a Maid," and
now was a chance to learn something. So kneeling behind the glass door,
I slipped a little corner of the blind aside and what did I see? Your
own Mother leaning forward over the scroll end of the couch, with her
dress and skirts all turned up over her back; she had on black silk
knickers trimmed with a golden fringe, and light pink silk chemise and
stockings; the Captain was opening her drawers and putting the tail of
the chemise aside, whilst your aunt was busy unbuttoning his trousers
and taking out "Oh, such a big beautiful Prick," quite nine or ten
inches long, which she presented to your Mother's bottom, and I really
thought he was going to push it into the wrong place, but his sister
directed it lower down, and I could just see the lovely fleshy lips of
your Mother's Cunt, as it fairly sucked him in, she pushing out her
bottom in the rudest possible way, to meet his advance.
His shaft was as white as ivory ornamented at its base by reddish brown
hair, and as his hands took a firm grip of her buttocks, drawing them
towards him every time he pushed home, and I could see each movement,
it was a sight to impress a girl like myself, who had never yet
surrendered to a man. Ravishing indeed to watch the amorous play of
your Mother's splendid Cunt, as he worked in and out, withdrawing till
he nearly exposed the inflamed head of his Prick, then plunging in
again to her apparent delight.
The black silk showing off the white skin to perfection, but what
impressed me most as I watched the piston-like action of the Captain's
affair, was to see how the fleshy lips of her Fanny clung to it each
time it withdrew. I could hear quite an audible sucking sound, and
those lips gradually deepened in colour from their original fleshy
tint, till at the apex of excitement they were quite a splendid
vermilion hue; then came the emission, which must have been copious as
it spurted out in thick creamy and frothy jets, as he continued to work
"Horace—Horace—let me have it, balls and all—spunk into me now!"
your Mother almost shrieked in her frenzy.
"Now! Now! Selina, I'm coming—I'm bursting my love—Oh, Gert, work
your fingers well," was his response, whilst your aunt was doing all
she could to increase his ardour by working her fingers in his
I was almost frantic myself at such a sight. My hand could not but seek
my own gap, and quite unconsciously rubbed and frigged myself, whilst I
feel sure my eyes must have been starting from their sockets, so
intensely was I fascinated by the incestuous scene enacted before me.
Within a few minutes they ran another course, and came again with cries
of pleasures and bawdy expressions.
The Captain now withdrew, his machine hanging down looked quite
crestfallen and limp, covered with glistening spend which dripped off
on to the floor; your Mother retained her position, as if too tired to
get up, when to my surprise your aunt Gert, proceeded to kiss and suck
her sister's reeking Cunt which was still all of a quiver, those now
vermilion lips twitching as if still anxious for more.
Pushing the thighs as wide apart as possible, your aunt buried her face
between those luxurious buttocks, and seemed eager to secure every drop
of the precious elixir that was slowly oozing out. "Oh, how lovely!"
your mother said, with a sigh of pleasure; "Come to me Horace, let me
revive the drooping courage of your glorious Prick; whose lips but mine
ought to raise it again for dear Gert? What intense felicity you gave
me, my dear?" as he placed himself kneeling on the couch so as to bring
his affair into position for her to take it into her mouth, which she
did with great avidity, her hands gently holding back the foreskin and
caressing his hairy balls, as first giving a good suck in her mouth she
proceeded to titillate the little orifice in its head with the tip of
her velvety tongue. The effect was marvellous to me. The before limp
affair almost jumped into life again by a series of jerks till it stood
even more proudly than ever. How she fondled that resuscitated Cock and
handled his balls till his eyes started with lust, and his bottom
wriggled as if he would soon be brought to the spending point again.
"No, no, I won't make you come Horace. Let Gert have her due, she's a
dear girl, and never jealous of me, are you Gert? So I let her be as
much Fred's wife as I am, and we three have some rare razzle-dazzles, I
can tell you, same as we do with you."
Selina, your Mother, now made Gert lay on her back on the couch, and
inserting her brother's Prick in the beautiful Cunt you know so well,
"There, dears, go on and I will do all I can to add to your pleasure;"
saying which, she pulled Horace's trousers down to his heels, and
turning his shirt tail well up, handled his balls from behind for a few
"Ah, you Fucker," she exclaimed, "you like Gert better than me, but no
matter—there—there—there—there—go on and Fuck her. Spend into
her!" giving four tremendous slaps with her hand, which made him fairly
Then as if suddenly remembering something, she opened a long box
ottoman, and took out a bunch of birch twigs, elegantly tied up with
ribbons, with which she proceeded to attack his firm looking fleshy
"Lay on Selina, don't spare me, drive me well," said the Captain.
"That's just what is wanted."
This excited my imagination to the utmost; how could a whipping add to
his enjoyment. Selina did not keep me waiting long, she touched him up
smartly, giving light stinging strokes, at least I feel certain they
must have been stingers, to judge from the lovely rosy tint she soon
raised on those firm white buttocks of his, which gradually quivered
more and more as he worked rapidly in your aunt's pretty Cunt; I could
see his white shaft almost withdrawn, to be plunged in again with ever
increasing verve. The more Selina whipped and made his bottom smart the
more furiously he Fucked her.
Presently your Mother shifted her position, so as to cut towards the
division of his bottom, and make the tips of the pliant birch even
reach the jewel bag, which was about to shoot its balm of love into her
Gert was almost mad with lust; she fairly squealed: "Fuck faster, you
dear brother, let me feel it well up at every stroke—Oh, I must come
now, Eeecch?—what a gust—what a man to poke—my love, I'm
spending—oh, Heavens—How delicious!"
After a short rest, laying soaking his tool in that flood of mixed love
juice, he was going to withdraw, but Selina interposed.
"Gee up—Gee up—you haven't half done your duty yet, Sir; hold him
tight, Gert, and I'll soon make him start and keep up to it properly."
Your aunt clasped him tightly in her arms, renewing her kisses on his
lips, darting her tongue into his mouth; then finding he returned her
kisses and did not attempt to get away, one hand stole down to his now
languid Prick, and began to Frig it, keeping the head still within the
lips of her inflamed Cunt, whilst your Mother began to lecture him.
"So, Sir, you don't want to go on Fucking my sister, when you owe her
so much pleasure, but I'll see you don't defraud her of what is fairly
due;—will you move Sir, or, must I scalp your bottom, for you, eh?"
"You're used up and languid, are you? I believe you will go to sleep on
the top of Gert—there—there—move will you!" giving a couple of very
vicious cuts, which left a lot of long fiery marks across his bottom.
"Oh, Selina don't, you hurt so, let me rest a minute or two."
"No, Sir, no; got on this minute. Gert, take that thing out of you, and
show me how it is—what a limp, lazy, done-up looking thing;" as the
Captain, raising himself a little off Gert, gave a chance to your
Mother, who at once smartly switched her birch about the ruddy head of
Mr. Coocks, as your aunt exposed with the foreskin drawn back.
"Ah-r-r-r-re, Oh! I can't stand that Selina; you are cruel."
"Cruel—then put it back into Gert's Cunt, and I will whip your
backside well, till you do Fuck her properly, Sir."
Saying which, she pressed him down on her sister, who put the smarting
head into her nest to soothe it and your Mother keeping her left hand
on the middle of his back, went on whisking the twigs in every
direction across his buttocks, till the red smacks showed all over the
surface, and little drops of blood oozed from the excoriated skim; I
could see he winced under her severity, but his Prick swelled visibly
at every stroke, and Gert heaved up to meet each thrust, as he plunged
on with erotic fury, throwing her pretty stockinged legs over his
loins, giving me a splendid view of her luscious Cunt as the vermilion
lips clung round the white shaft of his tool; there seemed to be such a
lot of sperm mixed up in her vagina that in spite of the sound of the
birching which your Mother kept up regardless, of which bottom had the
benefit of it, I could hear sloppy noise each time his affair plunged
up to the hilt in that well lubricated receptacle, the frothy creamy
looking spend hanging in patches about the hair which embellished their
parts, running over his balls, and trickling in quite a rill between
the parting of her thighs.
At length Selina dropped the rod, and kneeling behind them used both
her hands to tickle his balls and Frig his Prick, holding back the
foreskin in a way that must have been almost painful as she seemed to
drag it backwards, then suddenly letting his Prick go as she felt the
crisis coming, rammed a couple of her well oiled fingers up his
bottom-hole and Frigged him there, exclaiming: "Horace, well done, I
felt the bursting throb. Wasn't it splendid Gert, dear?"
Both Fuckers seemed thoroughly exhausted when their crisis of ecstasy
and endearments ceased, but your Mother kept her fingers going for a
little till thoroughly assured they had spent the last drop and could
After this she produced a bottle of some liqueur which seemed to have a
revivifying effect upon all three, for the sisters stripped every rag
off their brother and reduced their own clothing till they stood in
nothing but chemise, drawers, stockings and their pretty boots.
"You like to see us like this Horace," said Selina, the two standing
before him. He sat on the couch, lifting their pouting Cunts from the
openings in the black silk drawers, his Prick standing again as if it
had not had the least satisfaction.
"Come on, girls, for a wind up. Selina shall be St. George, as I lay
back on the couch and suck Gert's delicious Cunt."
All were so voluptuously wound up, they got into position at once, the
two beautiful sisters embracing and tongue kissing each other as they
rode, the one on the Prick and the other over the sucking mouth of
their brother. Gert and Selina seemed ready to devour each other with
their lustful kisses, and when apparently they had both come more than
once they changed places upon their recumbent brother; all finished
with a chorus of bawdy words, sighs, and cries expressing the agony of
You may be sure I was glad when at last it was all over, and they went
to their rooms to rest awhile before luncheon, which allowed me to
escape from my awkward position in an awful state of amorous excitement
which quite demoralised me, but I never trusted myself to spy on them
again, although I know each day the Captain remained they retired to
your Mother's boudoir. It was indeed a lesson to me in the philosophy
of the sexes.
"But you don't think Mamma is ever likely to take liberties with me, do
"I don't know so much about that; every one fancies young people, even
myself, dear; I think you are far more delicious to enjoy than any big
man could possibly be; and—and—but I will tell you; my own father
when I was lately at home, tried all he could to seduce me, going as
far as to let me see his big standing affair one Sunday when I entered
the room as he was reading the weekly paper, and I suppose had been
Frigging himself; he had some excuse for that, as Mother was too ill to
let him have what he wanted; but he quite frightened me, as I entered
the room, by suddenly lifting the newspaper from before him, and
letting me see his tremendous thing with its fiery red head; of course
I rushed out of the room, but in an hour or two, when I was laying the
supper table, he took me on his knee and tried to put a hand under my
clothes, at the same time kissing me and shoving his tongue between my
lips. 'Father, Father, for shame, I'll scream if you don't let me go!'
was all I could say, as I struggled to prevent his hand getting between
my thighs, and I suppose he was frightened as he allowed me to get
away. This made me think over things, and be very distant to you when I
came back; so you can guess, if my good old Father wanted me, your
Mamma may be equally taken with you, especially any time Papa is away
and she feels the want of him.
Now Percy, comfort Fanny a bit; you don't know how randy she feels, put
your hand on her, dear, just play with the little button, as we have
one of our delicious tongue kisses."
I did all I could to oblige her, with my fingers, my tremendously
swollen Prick pressing all the while against her mount and frigging
himself by rubbing his nose in the hairy moss of her mount. This could
not last long. She opened her thighs and, drawing me upon her, directed
my eager tool to her burning slit.
I pushed in slowly, enjoying the gradual insertion, till its head was
gently taken in charge by the nippers, which she had in such
perfection; it seemed to me just like a baby hand pressing and
caressing my delighted instrument, and we enjoyed this sort of
dalliance for some minutes; neither spoke, but our lips and tongues
eloquently proved the intensity of our feelings. At length she suddenly
bucked up her bottom, as a challenge to me go on. Thus spurred on, I
slowly drew out to the very head of my Prick, then gently pushing in
again, kept repeating the motion, each time gradually increasing the
pace, till we arrived at the short digs, when clinging closely to her,
my hands pressed up her bottom till we could scarcely move, as the
spurts of our semen mingled in her womb, and I felt her receive it with
the same peculiar and perceptible shudder of delight which warned my
aunt to use her syringe at once.
"Oh, Mary, I've done it for you; that will make a baby the image of
"Not if I can prevent it, Percy, the very last time I went to the
chemist's I bought an enema and some sulphate of zinc, so you will see
I don't want any babies; if you only knew what an awful thing it is for
an unmarried girl to have one, you would not wish to have it happen to
She jumped up and syringed herself at once, as carefully as my aunt had
It is impossible to relate all our sprees, but I had to please Auntie
now and then, when she got a chance. And so six months rolled away, and
I was growing rapidly; my especial delight was to contemplate the
development of my Prick, which seemed to improve daily, and must have
grown to quite eight inches, being thick in proportion; I believe it
was the thorough and regular irrigation by Mary's spendings which
brought on such perfection. The more it grew, the more my desire for my
Mother increased, which of course I kept to myself, when one day Papa
had to go off almost without notice to America about a property he had
over there. Mamma and Gert both cried a good bit when he started, but I
asked him to bring me home a nice present.—"Some diamonds will do,
Papa," I said kissing him. "What a silly innocent boy you are, Percy;
they are cheaper here and your Mamma and Gert would like a lot first,
when I have money enough; you shall have a necklace of grizzlybear's
claws, and we'll dress you up as a girl; won't it be fun, Selina?
There—there, my boy. I won't forget you;" giving me a last kiss, and
then embracing Gert and Mamma, in long luscious kisses, saying: "Cheer
up, don't cry," as he jumped into the carriage and drove off.
I cheered up immensely, as his absence would be my opportunity, and
that very night, in Mary's arms, I enjoyed my Mamma in imagination.
Several days passed, but one morning early my Auntie Gertie started for
a long day's picnic with some friends, and took Mary to attend upon her.
Mamma took her breakfast in bed, so I went to say good-morning and kiss
her; she was asleep and I had a grand view of her really magnificent
bosom, as being very warm weather, she had on only a low necked
chemise; how long I stood to admire the snowy whiteness of the large
full bosoms as they rose and feel under my ardent gaze at each
respiration, and I was going to awaken her by kissing them, when a
sudden idea pleased me better; going to the drawers where I knew she
kept her under clothing, I selected a pink silk chemise, and was about
to take a pair of black silk drawers, only my eyes lighted upon some
open net-work tights of dark blue silk, a pair of golden garters,
lovely blue silk hose and a pretty pair of Turkish slippers, which
looked just made for my small feet; looking in the wardrobe I spied a
duck of a dressing gown, of almost transparent white muslin, which
would show the figure inside and display the most attractive charms.
Running away to the nursery on the next corridor, I soon put off my own
things, arrayed myself in the feminine attire, and, looking in the
glass opened the dressing gown and lifted up my chemise to see how I
looked beneath. Neither my Mamma or my Aunt were big women; they were
rather what I call the thoroughbred type, about the Venus height and
slim, with splendid bottoms which I know must have been cultivated by
the most careful corsetage from earliest girlhood, so being a well
grown boy, the things just suited me. But to return to the
looking-glass, it made me in love with myself; the pretty stockings,
legs, garters and slippers, but what almost took my breath away was the
sight of the blue open network tights, which my ample thighs filled up
so that they fitted me to perfection, the blue showing up the flesh
tint beneath in a most ravishing manner and my Cock actually began to
stand as I contemplated the sight of myself, and thought of the effect
it might have on my Mamma. I felt so wicked, and as I passed along the
corridor—"La, what a pretty girl you make, Master Percy," came from a
pretty young chamber maid, as I passed her. "Do you think so, Patty," I
replied, "Just look at my chemise and how I am dressed underneath,"
opening my robe to give her a view. I felt so full of devilry that I
was half inclined to pull her into the nursery for a game.
"My Goodness!" she exclaimed, in surprise, "tights and all, you don't
look quite comfortable, but you'll do;" as her eyes must have caught
sight of my state of erection. "See what your Mamma will think of you,"
with a curious look on her face.
"Kiss me then, Patty," I said giving her a hug and pressing my lips to
hers, which she freely returned. "Now, go along and don't be rude, Mary
must have taught you something."
"Could you teach me anything, Patty, will you give me a lesson some
day?" I said, looking full in her eyes; "I think you can."
Blushing crimson, the girl got away from me, and ran into one of the
rooms; perhaps she expected to be followed, but I had other games in
view, relegating the pretty Patty to some future opportunity.
Entering Mamma's bed room as quietly as possible, I again contemplated
that divine bust till my Prick was rampantly stiff, the compression of
the net-work tights seeming only to increase the lascivious desire
which inflamed it more and more every moment. I was hot all over, and
my trepidation was so great, my knees knocked together; a shiver passed
through my frame.
Dare I kiss them? How awful should I be repulsed. Desperation gave me
"My beautiful Mamma, do let me kiss your lovely titties?" was all I
could say almost in a whisper as my voice quite failed, so great was my
agitation. First laying my burning cheek by the side of her heaving
bosom, I took a nipple between my lips, but had hardly done so, when:
"My darling boy, are you kissing your Mother's bosom? I was just
dreaming of my Percy. How nice of you to awake me like that;" but
seeing my get up, she started in surprise: "What have you got on? my
things, oh, you funny boy!" drawing my face to hers, and giving me such
kisses as I had never had from her before; they were like flames,
making my blood boil in a moment.
"Now, let me see how you have dressed your self, Percy," opening the
muslin robe. "Ah, chemise too, none of your own things." Playfully
lifting it up, you should have seen her eyes start as she caught sight
of my lower parts encased in her own open-net, blue tights; seeing how
Mr. John Thomas was excited, and seemed fit to break out at the instant.
"They are not big enough, they irritate you, Percy let me get them
off," she said, raising herself and as the bed-clothes fell back giving
me a sight of her golden-haired mount for a moment quickly as she
pushed her chemise over it. It was perfectly maddening, but I had to
act the innocent, and know nothing. "Come on the bed, then I can pull
them off, you silly boy, why did you put them on?" So I mounted on the
bed by her side, and she assisted me to remove the tights, lingering,
as I thought, unnecessarily long in doing so.
"Now, I can cuddle my boy. I haven't had you to myself for ever so
long, and how that thing of yours has grown! That net-work chafed you,
my dear, or it would never get like that."
Saying which, she made me lay by her side, clasping me tightly to her
bosom, which heaved tumultuously. "Poor thing, how hard and swollen it
is," she said, putting her hand on my affair. "Let me soothe it;
there—there—there, it will be all right soon," but I could feel her
heart beating furiously, whilst her beautiful face was aflame, and
those deep blue eyes seemed to dart sparks of love as she regarded me.
Imperceptibly I was drawn between her legs, and my tool throbbed
against her belly. "There is only one away, Percy, to cure that stiff
thing of yours; let me put it somewhere for you, my dear;" I was
passive in her hands, and she presently placed the head of my Prick
just inside her moist warm Cunt, for she had been spending in
anticipation, the effect was electric as far she was concerned, her
bottom gave one big upward heave, and I felt myself at last buried to
the hilt inside my own Mother. "Mamma Mamma, where have you put it? It
feels so warm and nice."
"Oh, my own boy, my Percy, I must have you; push it all into me, dear.
I must teach you; you will find it delicious to be cuddled in that way;
Ah, my love, my own boy, let me feel your soul flow into mine; let me
make you feel what real love is like."
"Mamma, Mamma darling, how nice! What are we doing to each other?"
"Making love, Percy dear, don't you like it?" as she pressed me closer
and tighter in her arms every moment, whilst her hot swimming Cunt
sucked me in ravenously at each thrust I gave.
"Making love is nice; may I often do it to you, Mamma?"
"Yes, my lovely boy, only never let a soul know it; it is thought so
improper, but now Percy, now push it all in—faster faster; I give you
my very life. Oh—Oh—I'm coming; can't you feel my warm flow?"
"Yes—yes, what is going to happen, Mother—Mamma I shall
burst.—Ah—there it is—Oh," as I had played my part to the end, and
was fairly exhausted by the spend and the intensity of my emotions.
Her arms held me tightly to her bosom, as she panted after her
excessive lubricity, keeping me still on the top of her, whilst the
contractions of her vagina treated my Prick to the most exquisite
compressions. I put one hand down to feel where I was, and ran my
fingers all round the lips of her salacious Cunt, putting them up
inside as far as they would reach. "Let your hand play with me, and
move yourself on me at the same time; let me teach you how to please
your Mother, who loves you so; do you know Percy, I have given you my
very life, my honour,—fancy a boy like you putting horns on the head
of his Father!"
"Mamma, dear, what do you mean, you talk so funny, how can I make horns
"By what you are doing my love, by perhaps making me a baby; you will
understand some day."
"And would a baby be a brother, just like me?"
"Yes love, a brother or a sister—but Percy never a word to any one, as
you love me; this is so naughty, so wicked to do."
"Naughty, wicked, how can it be so to play with my Mamma!"
"Fathers or Mothers must not have their children like this, nor even
Brothers their Sisters; it is thought awful called 'Incest' in fact.
The Clergyman would say we were cursed—but that is all nonsense. We
know better; it's their business to call everybody sinners."
My Prick was now going great guns once more, swelling and poking her to
"How long I have waited for this! Do you know what you are doing to me,
"No, Mamma, what do you call it, and what is the name of the beautiful
place you put me in?"
"It's 'Fucking', that is the word for it, and you are in my Cunt, dear."
"Then I'm Fucking my own Mother, and my affair is pushing into her
Cunt; it is nice, Mamma."
"Yes, Heavenly, and call your affair your Prick; you have a grand Prick
for your age, my boy. Fuck me, shove it up as far as it will go at
every stroke you give. You can't hurt my Cunt; it will take your
hardest poking, the more vigorous you are, the greater the pleasure;
then when we come together, it is the greatest possible bliss. Love
your Mother, I have given all to possess my boy."
"What a glorious Mamma, and how I love her; you make me feel a very
part of yourself."
She heaved in response to every dig, faster, more furiously Fucking
every moment, till we both spent at the same instant, and my Prick
revelled in a very ocean of sperm, and we lay faint and spun out by our
exertions. "Let me look, Mother dear, I want to see where I am," I
presently said, throwing off the sheet which covered us, and then for
the first time had a realistic view of her belly and swelling mount,
covered with a luxuriant growth of reddish-golden hair; my fingers
instantly sought to part the curls which encircled my Prick, and
drawing out a little I could see the clinging vermilion lips of the
maternal vagina, which held on to my shaft, as if loth to part with its
prize. For a moment or two I continued the slow in and out motion to
see how it acted, but that was all she would permit, assuring me
further exertion just then would be too much for me.—"Percy, I must
mind you don't injure your health, so you must rest a little, then
perhaps tomorrow, my love."
She gave me a glass of liqueur, which made me all on fire to possess
her again; but she would not listen to anything of the kind, ordering
me to have a good ride on my pony before luncheon. It was a bracing
ride, but my thoughts were too distracted to think of anything but my
Mother, and I returned possessed by a Fucking Devil to surprise Patty
sleeping on Mary's bed, having undertaken to make the beds in her
absence, and knowing I was out, she was having a quiet nap. Looking at
her for a moment, my Prick stood at the thoughts of the charms under
her shirts, so gently lifting them, I saw she had no drawers on, only
nice stockings and slippers, but just then she opened her eyes. "Oh,
Master Percy, no, you shan't," trying to put her skirts down,—but I
had the advantage, and keeping her down, said: "You looked at me, now I
will see all you have Patty, and kiss it, too." She struggled, but did
not cry out, and I succeeded in kissing her naked thighs, whilst her
hands covered her Fanny, so throwing myself by her side, I tried all I
could to inflame her desires, by kissing her lips, which she returned,
and then getting bolder, pushed my tongue between her lips, and she
soon began to get quite hot and flushed: then now I was not attempting
to look, my hand had better success below, slowly overcoming all
obstacles, till I got a finger in her slit, and began to rub the
ticklish spot of love. She gave a long deep sigh, and sucked in my
tongue, the tip of her own meeting mine in the most amorous manner; I
took one of her hands and placed it on my trousers just over where my
Prick was throbbing in expectation, she gave a start and I let it out,
placing it in her hand, "Oh, Patty," I whispered, "won't you make me
happy, you feel how it is, dear."
"Oh, Master Percy, I'm afraid, I never did such a thing; oh, let me go;
pray, pray, do!" taking her hand away, and trying to get up; but I had
got one leg between hers, so rolling over on top of her, tried to push
"Never, never;" she almost screamed, "I'll shout out if you try to."
But having gone so far, and being quite furious with lust for a Fuck no
matter who, if only nice; I pushed ruthlessly, holding her in my arms
like a vice, whilst by sucking and tonguing her lips, I kept her from
screaming. Nature assisted me a little. The girls own emotions made her
spend and I knew it by the deep drawn respiration and the quivering of
her frame, as the spasm came. My Prick had got its head just inside her
crack, when the soothing emission came opportunely to assist his
progress, and tight little virgin as she was, desperately writhing and
struggling under me, my charger gradually won his way, till furiously
plunging and drawing her to me with all my strength, the hymen was
broken through, as she screamed and sobbed for me to spare her; but I
pushed on, tearing and stretching her tender passage; although so
young, my big Prick was quite too much for her; at length all was over.
I came, I saw and I conquered, shooting my love balm into her wounded
Cunt for a second time before I would let her get up; not till then did
I feel sorry for the ruin I had effected, but her sobs were so genuine
I did all I could to soothe her, and promised to be more loving and
gentle another time. "Ah, you bad boy, I don't know if I shan't tell
your Mamma." "I'll never forgive you," she said, when at last she
stopped crying before leaving the room.
My tool was blood-stained, so I carefully sponged it and looked to see
if there were any other evidences of Patty's rape on the bed, but
fortunately her clothes had saved that.
I was rather late for luncheon. Mamma looked so lovely and fresh, her
blue eyes beamed love on me at every glance, and she supplied me with
the most nourishing delicacies besides two or three glasses of
champagne. She asked me how I had enjoyed my riding.—"Oh, it was
delightful, Mamma," I said thinking of her and Patty.
"Percy, will you read to me, dear, this afternoon as I want to get on
with a bit of work for the bazaar. You know Mr. Pokemall will be angry
with me if I don't do something for the vicarage stall."
"Couldn't you pacify him, Mamma?"
"Percy, don't be sarcastic, I hate the sight of him, only we must
appear to be good."
She took me to her boudoir, which made me think of Mary's tale. "Oh, if
the couch could tell me all it knew!" I thought.
Seated on a stool at her feet I read from Ouida's "Moths" for a little
but she did not care for that, so asked me to look into Zola's "Nana"
and read about her love for Satin. "But Mamma, Satin was a girl, what
could she do to make Nana love her so?"
"They were Lesbians, my dear, girls who prefer sucking and kissing each
other to being fucked by a man."
"Mamma, do you like your Cunt kissed? Let me do it for you."
She did not reply, but threw her skirts over my head, as I sat below
her on the stool, putting me at once into darkness, and almost driving
me wild as I sniffed the mixed aroma of her perfumed Cunt; my hand
groped along her thighs, feeling how soft they were, encased in what I
believed to be the same openwork tights I had tried on in the morning,
but they fitted so closely, I could not get fairly at her. However, not
to be baffled, I got my fingers inside and split them up, then my lips
sought her mossy-covered mount, and my tongue found her hot, moist
slit, all dripping with the creamy emission she had already discharged,
working its way as she now opened her legs to facilitate my operations.
How eagerly my mouth sucked her clitoris, which I kept between my lips,
as she wriggled with pleasure, and I could feel her hands outside,
pressing my head to keep me there—sucking—sucking, I rolled the
fleshy morsel in my mouth and titillated it with my tongue; at the same
time, at first one, and then two fingers found their way into her
bottom-hole, the muscle of which held them tenaciously, as they frigged
her rapidly. "Ah—Oh—Oh, you love of a boy!" I heard her cry. "Frig
me, suck me. I'm spending. Oh—Ah!" And a flood of sperm gushed all
over my lips and chin, as I swallowed all I could catch in my mouth. I
never gave up working on that delicious clitoris, and even gave little
bites now and then, as she reclined backward, sighing each time I
slightly relaxed my efforts. "More, more, more, my love!" till at
length, mad with desire, I jumped up and rammed my excited Prick into
her reeking cunt, just in time to let her have the benefit of my
My lips and mouth were all covered with sperm, but quite regardless of
that she kissed and sucked my lips in the most lascivious manner,
keeping my cock tightly imprisoned in her tight fitting sheath, which
seemed able to take in and keep possession of any sized tool.
A very short time sufficed to start us on again, and another most
delicious Fuck rewarded me for all my first loving attentions to her
"What a fucker you are, Percy; only to think I never had you before to
day.—My mouth, my tongue, my bosom, my cunt, even my arse, shall be
all yours; now I spend—Fuck—shove your balls into your mother, she is
all yours, Percy."
"And how I love to fuck you, Mamma. My prick is all for you heavenly
Cunt; am I pleasing you, darling mother? Have I learned to fuck
properly? May I dress up in your chemise and drawers again? Do I make a
pretty girl?" And I went on, making my Prick revel in that swimming
cunt, till the floodgates of love opened and a rush of my sperm
assuaged her burning lust for the time. Still she wanted to take my
cock in her mouth, but as it was limp, I tucked it away between my
legs, laughingly pretending to be a girl, as I really knew I had done
enough for that day at least.
Thus ended my first day's enjoyment of my Beautiful Mother. In another
volume I purpose to write the Further Adventures of a Precocious Boy,
and after that go on to the Secret of my Life up to present time.
Forbidden Fruit, Victorian erotic novel, II, by Anonymous