tucked my
rather limp tool into the maternal notch, which felt as if boiling over
with her hot emissions of semen.

Lips to lips, Ma and I sucked and tongued as the tawse descended
rapidly on our twisting buttocks. 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 cunt to
quiver and grip my stiffening member more and more tightly each instant.

The rigidity of my raging prick was almost painful; my previously
exhausted forces requiring a long time to quite come to the spending
point; but each flood of joy gushing from my mother added to my lustful
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 vagina, 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 fishing
or riding to pass 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.

"Why, Phoebe, what do you mean? Look at my affair, how stiff it is as
soon as you kissed me," pulling out Mr. Pego to broad daylight.

"For shame, Master Percy! the girls might see you, they are close by in
the garden," and then taking me into her sitting-room, she blushingly
explained in me the custom of women, as the Bible calls it.

"We can't do anything to-day, dearie, t