They then arose and sat down by the fire. After some lascivious toying they took off the chemise and corsets which Annie had retained until now. Sir Clifford, whose prick was again immensely stiff, took her upon his lap, impaling her upon his upright prick. While he fucked her, she frigged the prick of the page and played with his balls. William was excited to the utmost, and how eloquent of pleasant emotion were the eyes of Annie, as she received the full discharge of the baronet's spunk into her glorious cunt, while his spouted forth over her caressing fingers. Once more they prepared to roger Annie, this time on the bed again. William lay on his back, Annie above him, while Sir Clifford stood by the side of the bed frigging himself and watching them in the ecstasy of coition. Then in his excitement the page seized Sir Clifford's prick and frigged him while still fucking Annie with a vigour that seemed to increase as her delightful cunt grew hotter and randier. With a bewitching voice she gave expression to her wantonness, repeating after them the most bawdy terms conceivable. All this so maddened Sir Clifford that his body was pervaded with fuck. He then brought out a rod and lashed the heaving buttocks of the lascivious girl who, in the abundance of her pleasure, challenged him to flog her, fuck her to death, goading both men into a fury that could only be quenched by their smothering her with spunk. The page made his spendings fly into her belly and the full stream of the baronet's profuse discharge was directed over her flagellated backside.
Still their desires for the voluptuous girl were not quenched, although their pricks were for the time being incapable of standing. She exerted all her fascination to arouse them, kissing their bodies, sucking their pricks, toying with their balls, and giving up every portion of her body to them, making them kiss and suck her breasts, her rosy nipples, her still nervously throbbing cunt. Lying on her back, she showed them all the graceful curves her undulating form and beauteous limbs could offer, while they enacted with her all the voluptuous dalliance that so exquisite a figure could incite them to. Presently she leapt up and cried, “If you cannot fuck my cunt again, if a naked woman will not excite you sufficiently, show me what you can do together. Come, sir,” said she, addressing Sir Clifford, “place yourself like a woman and see what your page can do for you; and if he cannot do more for you than for me, I will flog him till he cannot stand.”
Sir Clifford extended himself on his belly and made William mount up behind. Annie guided William's prick into his master's anus, holding the lower part of it while she administered such a birching to both cheeks of his bottom as soon caused it to stand as stiff as ever. She watched it gradually make its way within the narrow aperture between the cheeks of the baronet's bottom until it was buried to the root. They then went through that sport for which Sir Clifford had so keen a relish, affording to Annie the most intense delight. As the baronet tossed and writhed on the bed, she secured his prick and, squeezing it as hard as she could, she chafed it from root to point with almost demoniac energy until he spent with a scream of mingled pain and pleasure and at the same moment received the spunk of his page in the innermost recesses of his arse. After this bout he dismissed Annie with a handsome present and arranged a future meeting which the delighted girl promised to attend.
The narrator is a young lady of ardent temperament, who is in the habit of tasting all the delights of voluptuousness in the arms of an amorous Colonel, of whom she has become enamoured. Afterwards as her desires increase, he introduces his page and with him they join in the most lascivious orgies. One day in the Colonel's absence this page relates to her his history, which she recounts as follows.
Charlie was in his fourteenth year and the son of a gentleman of good position, when the bank in which his father's money was deposited failed. That gentleman was so affected by his loss that he committed suicide, leaving Charlie and his mother destitute. The Colonel was then quartered in their town and had been paying much attention to Charlie's mother, but, or so Charlie thought, without success up to the period of her widowhood; at least his mother subsequently assured him so. The Colonel now instantly came forward and most liberally placed his purse at their disposal. Of course this ended in the mother's coming covertly under his protection, and Charlie was sent to college until he was fifteen, when he was brought back to reside with his mother so as to blind the world to her connection with the Colonel. Charlie during his absence had learnt the secret of the connection between the sexes, and he very soon discovered the relationship existing between his mother and the Colonel. He managed to find an opportunity to observe them from a hidden recess and gloat on the amorous enjoyment in which they were indulging, envying the Colonel the possession of his mother's ripe and luscious charms, for she was a magnificent woman of a warm and erotic constitution and in the prime of life, thirty-four years of age.
About three months after his return, as he was approaching his sixteenth year, the constant witnessing of the love combats between them had wonderfully developed his virile member and from his hidden post of observation, he used to frig himself, longing all the time to be buried in the beautiful body of his mother. Doing this to excess one day, he became exhausted and fell asleep, his hand still clasping his prick, which was covered with his spendings.
When the Colonel had left and the mother had finished her ablutions and was drying herself in a state of perfect nudity, she was startled to hear a snore close by her. She approached the recess, opened it, and saw her son with his very respectable prick in his hand. Sleep had reinvigorated it and it was standing stiffly. “Good Heavens!” cried his mother at the sight. Her exclamation woke her son, who, to his astonishment and delight, saw his mother standing before him in all the glory of her charms. She herself seemed to have forgotten the state in which she was, in her surprise at finding her son in such a condition. In his excitement he sprang to his feet and threw his arms wildly about her naked body. She staggered back under his unexpected attack. A sofa behind her tripped her up and she fell back on it, her son falling on her. All her movements to escape only made it more easy for the standing prick, already pressing hard against her frightened cunt, to engulf itself up to the hilt; and the youth, mad with lust and the determination to fuck his mother, began working away within her with all his might. He told me that he thought his mother quickly got erotically excited by his movements, because her efforts to escape and her entreaties for him to desist grew feebler and feebler; and although she did not respond to his forward thrusts, still when he spent and continued to give convulsive heaves forward he felt her upward pressures close on his prick.