Part 7 (2/2)

”Mamma, Mamma!” I shouted as I jumped out of bed and rattled at the door between our rooms. ”Open, oh open, mother, I'm so ill!”

This ruse answered at once, and I found Mary was with her, as, opening the door, anxiously enquired what was the matter.

”Look, look, I shall die! It's so stiff,” lifting my night s.h.i.+rt to let her see my glorious state of erection, as I rushed in and jumped on her bed, where I found darling Mary under the coverlet. Being mad for a f.u.c.k I tried to uncover her, but she rolled herself in the bed-clothes laughing at my baffled efforts to get at her.

”Help me, Mary, to hold him tight. I'll make his bottom tingle for cheating me like that,” grasping me by her left arm round my waist and keeping me face downwards on the bed. ”You're ill are you, Percy? Well I'm the doctor; a few good spanking slaps will do you good. Hold him tight, Mary, he's so strong and so wicked. There, there, how do you like that--and that--and that? Kick away my boy!” as I plunged and yelled under the smarting smacks.

”The poor boy; pray don't be too hard on him,” said Mary, holding me tightly with both arms around my neck, and kissing me amorously at the same time.

”Well, well, you take his part, do you, you wanton girl? you are as bad as he is. No doubt this has been planned between you; have him then and see what you will get by it.”

Mary disentangled herself from the coverlet, etcetera, and opening her delicious thighs, my randy weapon instantly found its way into her spending c.u.n.t, which was so well lubricated that the entrance was effected almost instantly, and she heaved up in delight as she felt the full insertion of the object she so desired. My mother was equal to the occasion, having perhaps even rehea.r.s.ed it with her beforehand; taking two long long leather straps, she pa.s.sed one underneath dear Mary's b.u.t.tocks and buckled it tightly over my plump bottom, so that we could not enjoy the proper f.u.c.king motion, and in answer to our expostulations that it was too tight, quickly pa.s.sed the second strap over my left shoulder bringing it back under her left and my right armpit.

Thus strapped together we could scarcely move, excepting our hands and feet.

”Mamma, Mamma, this isn't fair, how can we do it like that? I shall never come unless I can push it in and out properly; do, do, loosen the straps a little.”

”Or, no, Percy, that is not my game; you'll spend soon enough, my boy.”

She had now got a broad strap, something like the one to the window of a first-cla.s.s railway carriage, made of tough, hard webbing, with a knotted, ta.s.selled end.

”Look here,” she said, ”all you have got to do, is to roll over, so I can touch up first one and then the other; the uppermost bottom gets the worst of it, so it's a fine game both for me and you.” Then a dull thud made me feel that strap. Thud! Thud! Thud! in succession, each blow a little harder. It not only made me smart and twist, but the knotted ends hurt amazingly.

Wriggling both hands feet, I tried to turn Mary over me, but she was strong and lithe as a cat. Both b.u.ms now caught it hot, the stinging thuds helped us to roll over one another, so that neither escaped the incessant attack of dear Mamma. After a few minutes the painful novelty wore off, and I awakened to the awfully nice sensations I was experiencing, for although debarred from proper f.u.c.king motions of the in and out thrust as usual, the way we twisted and the little, short perks each impact of the tawse gave to our b.u.t.tocks made us more excited each moment; added to which, Mary's nutcrackers acted their part on the head of my member most deliciously. Needless to say the spending with both of us was continuous, and the emitted sperm fairly gushed from us at each jerk.

”Oh, Mary you darling, you love! Keep on. Mamma dear, you are giving us a lesson in pleasure. This beats all I have felt yet!” whilst Mary hugged me closer every moment, kissing my lips and cooing out her words of loving endearment.

I suppose it was quite a quarter of an hour before Mamma let us loose, and we lay pumped out in each other's arms.

”Now it is my turn, when you feel sufficiently recovered. Mary, never mind if his affair is not quite stiff. Use the tawse well and it will soon do its duty to me.”

My late partner quickly got up, and with her dark eyes flas.h.i.+ng excitement, rapidly adjusted the straps, and with her hand tucked my rather limp tool into the maternal notch, which felt as if boiling over with her hot emissions of s.e.m.e.n.

Lips to lips, Ma and I sucked and tongued as the tawse descended rapidly on our twisting b.u.t.tocks. Mary evidently meant to pay out her mistress as hard as she could now she was at her mercy, making her fairly gasp as the stinging thuds whacked on that glorious bottom, making it writhe and flinch at each blow, causing the maternal c.u.n.t to quiver and grip my stiffening member more and more tightly each instant.

The rigidity of my raging p.r.i.c.k was almost painful; my previously exhausted forces requiring a long time to quite come to the spending point; but each flood of joy gus.h.i.+ng from my mother added to my l.u.s.tful sensations, till in about twenty minutes the flood-gates burst again in such a torrent that previous efforts seemed as nothing to it.

”Enough for this time, I think,” gasped Mamma, as she pressed me in her arms, and tried all she knew, with the inner folds of her v.a.g.i.n.a, to squeeze our the very last drop of my young love-juice.

All three of us adjourned to the bathroom, and the rest of that day found us doing our best to recuperate exhausted nature.

Longing for another spree at Phoebe's cottage, I knew I must keep myself from excesses, so tried my best to remain quiet, going fis.h.i.+ng or riding to pa.s.s the time: but at night I lay thinking of Phoebe and her three little girls. The idea so took my fancy I was mad to get at them.

At last the suspense was ended, and I found myself one day at the cottage door, with a basket of nice things requisitioned from the housekeeper, which she had packed up for me.

Phoebe, as soon as she saw who it was, throwing her arms round my neck, ”Oh, you dear Percy, to think I have you again! but it's so unlucky, dear, you can't touch me to-day,” she said, kissing me as ardently as ever. ”Oh, isn't that a shame? To think I should be so, just when you come to see me.”

This was a poser for me, as in my youthful ignorance I had never come across such an obstruction to pleasure before.

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