'P… p… push a little, Georgy', Margaret husked, though even as she spoke-and still clasping his tool-she so undulated her derriere to achieve a perfection of contact that with swimming head George felt his crest slip through the ring, taking his knob up within her.
'Haaar!' sobbed his aunt in delight and, with a dazed feeling of delight such as she had not experienced for so long, let her bottom sink heavily down until inch by inch his penis became embedded in her channel which at first seemed impossibly tight to George who-much more emboldened-clasped her hips and with a little jerk thrust himself to the full up her wondrous bottom, causing both to gasp and their breaths to flow together.
Despite the lubriciousness of their posture, their movements had been slow and cautious, but now Freddy stirred and awoke, feeling not only a strange and larger form behind him, but feeling too a hand stirring up under his attire to clasp his own small limp prick.
'Ah! Who…?' he blurted, only to have his waist ringed by his aunt who hissed urgently, 'Be quiet, dear, we are enjoying ourselves. Oh, Georgy, yes, my darling, work it in and out! Bugger me! Is it not nice?'
'Aunt-teee!' then groaned both boys together, for Freddy's own cock was already tingling with pleasure and stiffening under the subtle and well-practised caresses that her fingers were affording it.
Feeling almost the same seizure of delight as his brother, Freddy made to turn and face his aunt, but was restrained from doing so by her firm grips upon him.
'Let me! Lie still, Freddy', Margaret murmured, her eyes half closed in the blissful experience of having a youthful and virile prick where she most liked such to be, even as she liked frigging another at the same time and had done so several times, years before, under the eyes of her late husband who had much liked to see her so 'at play', as he had called it.- 'D… do not come yet, Georgy-try n… n… not to. Oh, it's so nice! Finger my cunt. Put your hand in front. There! AH! Yes!'
'Aunty, Aunty, Aunty!' Freddy was choking out meanwhile. No one had ever played with his prick before and it was nigh on bursting.
'Come, little dear, do naughty, do naughty all over my hand', purred Margaret. Her own fleshy hips were pumping vigourously in response to George's jerks and she knew that he could not hold out much longer, particularly as now he could already feel her salty, honeyed spurts over his fingers which rubbed wildly beneath her furred slit.
'Geeee!' Freddy gritted. His cock felt all peppery and tingly and hot and there was a lovely swirling sensation in his balls that preceded the sudden explosion that occurred.
His young stiff hosepipe then offered forth in a sudden, long spurt of come which Margaret could feel bubbling and dripping over her fingers.
'C… come, Georgy, come… come up my bottom!' Margaret choked and then, ramming her ardent bottom tight down, received the urgent spurts of his libation which the squeezing of her tight channel made even more vi-gourous.
Moaning and panting, all three thus loosed their passionate energies, the one spilling his sperm upon the sheet and Margaret's hand while Georgy inundated his aunt's bottom with the rich juice it so gladly received until after long moments of heaving and wriggling all three subsided and lay still, though Margaret continued possessively drawing upon her nephew's embedded weapon until the last pearls had been expended.
The thought that she might then stay to work their cocks up again was tempting in the extreme, but Margaret decided upon discretion lest the girls awake and hear. Kissing both boys fondly, adjuring them to silence and promising them more pleasure, she drifted back to her room, slumped open-legged upon the bed and blissfully congratulated herself on her first new adventure.
The first taste of new, forbidden fruit, however, tends to make the senses over-eager and the mind to become blurred to caution, and such it was with Margaret who in such relatively short time as she had to enjoy herself during Eric's absence sought ways of getting the other young people out of the way while she gave herself up to receiving the pricks of George and his younger brother. No matter how carefully and tactfully she endeavoured to do so-arranging picnics and such-the suspicions at least of Mabel were aroused. For upon their aunt's whispered instructions, George and Freddy pretended to be indisposed, though Mabel could see no sign of such and thought they looked in perfect health.
This occurring on the day following Margaret's initiation of her nephews, she packed Alice, Mabel, Bertie and Hugh off with a luncheon basket to a nearby meadow, which even fifteen-year-old Alice thought was rather odd since they might just as well have lunched at home.
'I wonder what IS wrong with Freddy and George', Mabel remarked casually to her slightly younger cousin, Hugh, while the two lay on their tummies on the grass, chewing at the white roots of long blades of grass and having separated themselves a little from the others.
'Perhaps they are going to have the measles or something', Hugh replied vaguely, for he was of an age when he was far more interested in the luring hump of Mabel's bottom which showed plainly in her prone posture and indeed was slightly emphasised by it.
'I don't think they are. Perhaps she is making the poor things do extra lessons or something. Anyway, I have forgotten my handkerchief, Hugh. I think I will go back and fetch it. Will you accompany me?'
Telling the others they would not be long, Hugh was only too glad for the opportunity of being alone with this winsome, willowy cousin of his who had coyly lent her bottom several times to his tentative caresses and had even allowed him to kiss her on the lips, which experience he had found terribly exciting.
Strolling down to the road and now and then touching hands together, the pair passed through a gate and were upon the road itself when Vanessa came along in her pony cart.
As is common in country areas where people are more friendly than in the smoky grime of crowded towns, all passers-by tend to greet one another or at least to doff their hats or give similar salute. Thus Vanessa slowed her pony when she saw the young couple who looked rather toothsome to her view, particularly Mabel who had on a pretty blue hat with a white silk ribbon around the brim and whose flowing gown was of matching colours with a sash around her midriff that splendidly displayed the wasplike nature of her waist and therewith her already promising hips.
It had been several days since Vanessa had first succumbed on the altar of Venus and to her vast amusement and pleasure she had been able to maintain her control over Reggie during that period, and with much assistance from Mary, of whom she was growing ever fonder. Spurning the would-be offerings of Reggie's pego herself, she had 'put him up' once to Mary who had dutifully knelt up on her Mistress's bed while Vanessa watched her brother perform from the rear on the girl, mischievously tapping his bare buttocks with a switch to make him groan betwixt pain and pleasure.
Besides-as Vanessa assured herself-her brother was enjoying his new role just as was she herself. She had been intrigued, too, to find that her penchant was as much for the caresses of other young females as the sensation of taking a cock in her pussy. Girls were soft and warm and cuddly and knew better how to lick one's cunny than men did.
Thus the rear view of Mabel, with her flowing locks, attracted Vanessa even more than the sight of her otherwise goodlooking companion and hence she reined in and greeted them, asking if they had far to go.
'Oh no, it is but a mile', replied Mabel, whereat the three exchanged the usual courtesies of names and such and Vanessa encouraged them to squeeze up beside her on the slatted, padded seat which brought Mabel's thigh warmly to her own.
In the general light chatter that followed, Vanessa learned why the couple were returning and offered to wait and take them back to their picnic spot. To her delight, Mabel not only agreed (for Hugh kept more shyly silent) but invited their new acquaintance to take refreshments with them at the house, this suggestion strengthening the slightly suspicious Mabel in her resolve to know whether her male cousins were still abed, or at their extra lessons, or what.