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dress she wore, I was into her longing and luscious cunt from behind up
to the hilt in one thrust. She gave a subdued scream, and called to Ellen
to come and prevent me from violating her. Ellen came, but wisely would
only look on while I worked away manfully.
"Ellen, why don't you pull him away—he is ravishing me—and oh,
horror!—committing incest."
She pretended to struggle greatly, but cleverly did so to her own profit,
by wriggling her backside so as to send me further up into her cunt.
"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, do help me."
"Ah, no," said Ellen, "I shall let him do it, and then you cannot tell upon
me."
My aunt seemed greatly distressed at this, and actually managed to shed
tears, then buried her face in the bed as if in despair, but all the time
most actively seconding me. As the crisis drew near, she raised her head,
and said—
"Heaven pardon me, this mere simple schoolboy is exciting me to such
pleasure as I never before felt."
She then gave way to all her lubricity, and we brought matters to a crisis
in the utmost ecstasy of enjoyment. Aunt's head sank on the bed, while
the rapturous inward pressures of her cunt soon began to raise my prick
to its pristine vigour. She felt its throbs and responded to them, but no
doubt thinking that an immediate repetition would betray our previous
intimacy, she turned her face and body suddenly round, and completely
unseated me, my prick coming out with a plop. She began again to weep,
women can do so at pleasure, and to scold me for the dreadful crime I
had committed; to do so to her was incest—here followed sob upon sob. I
threw my arms round her neck, and kissing her tears away, laid all the
blame on that rampant fellow—taking her hand and placing it on my still
stiff prick. She drew her hand away quickly, but not before she had given
it a gentle squeeze. She told me I was a dreadful boy, and that I must go
away and leave her and Ellen to think over what could be done in such an
awful dilemma.