drop out of him."

The groom was passive in your hands, laying quiet enough, as Charlie
made you straddle over him, and settle yourself down on his big
upstanding prick, till it was all out of sight in your cunt. "Now ride
him well, Gertie, or you will be made to move yourself," and he stepped
away to cut his switch, a couple of minutes only sufficing him to make
a handy tickler of long thin sprigs of birch.

You had been slowly riding up and down, evidently enjoying the slow
motions as you rose and fell on the groom's splendid poker; your skirts
were well tucked up over your hips so I could see the seething sperm
oozing out at every down stroke you gave. Then Charlie came back and
began lightly tickling your buttocks with his birch twigs, presently
giving one or two smart little cuts which made you wince. "Now,
Thompson hold tight round her waist, and buck up well to her, never
mind how she squeaks, it will make a fine game for you; see if you
don't enjoy it. You never had such a fuck before in your life, I'll
bet."

His twigs now cut finely into your bum at each stroke, making long red
marks, and a deep rosy tint all over each cheek of your buttocks; Oh,
it was a sight, as Charlie went on faster and harder, you winced,
sighed: "Oh, oh, oh, don't be cruel," and cried till the tears streamed
down your face, but at length the spasm of pleasure seemed to make you
oblivious to every other sensation as the groom appeared to meet you
with a flood of his love juice, and you lay exhausted on the top of
him, but only for a few moments, as Charlie was so madly randy he
turned you over off the groom, and was into you himself, quicker than I
can tell, whilst Thompson, quite pumped out, sat up and enjoyed the
scene--just as I awoke to find it all a dream, and my own cock pumping
up the semen all over my night shirt.

"How curious I should dream that, Auntie, don't you think so; did you
ever have two cocks to play with at once like that? It must be a
delicious idea."

"I believe Thompson has a grand prick," I continued. "You must have
noticed the fine bunch he shows in his trousers."

"I've noticed it, but Perce, how your brain must be full of such things
to dream that," she replied, fencing my question.

"Yes, and I fancy you must have had a taster of it some time or other,
as I know you always take your enema for a ride with you."

This rather startled her, her face crimsoning all over. "Oh, you wicked
boy; you have fuc