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Forbidden Fruit by Anonymous

Forbidden Fruit by Anonymous

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

How well I remember my early days, almost to babyhood when it was always the care of my beautiful mother to bath me herself every day; there was also Mary my nursemaid, but when Mamma had to be away at any time the supervision of my bath was delegated to her sister. Auntie Gertie, a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen.

Till six or seven years of age I slept in a cot in my parents’ own bed-room. Papa was a very dark fine handsome man, Mamma equally so, or much more beautiful to me, had lovely golden hair and deep blue eyes full of love for me in every glance.

I can just remember one day when Mary and Auntie Gertie were giving me my bath, I thought they were looking at my little spout, as I said saucily: “What are you looking at, Papa has got such a big one.”

Amongst the tricks I used to play on my nurse was one of suddenly running up to her and raising her skirts in fun, so one day when Mamma was bathing me, I suddenly said, “Mamma dear, Mary has such a lot of hair at the bottom of her belly;” making the poor girl blush crimson, as she explained my tricks to Mamma.

Another time to Auntie Gertie: “You should see my Papa hug my Mamma like a bear in bed.”

After this my cot was removed to the nursery, as Master Percy was getting too observant.

What romps I used to have with Mary; then when I was about eight or nine years old, I often would insist upon sleeping with her, always creeping inside her night dress, to nestle close to her soft warm flesh.

I would kiss her titties and pretend to be a little sucking pig, as I played with her belly even as low down as the hairy part, which she always resisted my handling by keeping her own hand over it.

Often her motions were very curious; I fancied she was rubbing herself between her thighs, and she would finish with deep sighs and what seemed to me a tremulous shudder; generally she would also kiss me ardently.

Time passed on and I was growing quite a big boy. Somehow Mary and myself seemed instinctively to avoid ever mentioning our bed-fellow games; as far as I was concerned, there seemed something too good to be told, even to Mamma.

I must have been nearly twelve when Mary had to go home for a few days, to nurse her mother, so Auntie Gertie took her place in the nursery.

She saw me to bed about eight o’clock, and then went away, leaving me awake, wondering if she would let me get into her bed. Bye and bye I heard her enter the room, so pretending to be asleep, closed my eyes as she came to look at me, with the lamp in her hand. “What a beautiful boy, if only I dared!” I heard her say softly to herself. Then placing the lamp on a table, she came again to the bedside, and imprinted a warm kiss on my cheek, then another and another. Opening my eyes in apparent surprise, I threw my arms round her neck and gave her back kiss for kiss; this went on for quite a minute or two, till she said, laughing and blushing at the same time: “What a silly, spoony boy you are, Percy; I thought you were asleep.”

“Oh, no, Auntie Gertie, dear, I do love you so, and when you kissed me
I could not help paying you back; don’t you love me a little?”

“Now go to sleep, there’s a good boy, I must go to bed myself, put your head under the clothes, if I catch you peeping at me, I’ll whip your bottom, that’s all;” drawing the sheets up over my face. “Now keep like that, till the light is out.”

If I could not see, my ears listened till I heard the well known ripple of her water in the chamber pot and out of shame impudence whistled, the same as I had heard the groom do to Papa’s horse when he wanted it to piss. Sudden darkness.

The sound of that rushing stream electrified me; sensations I had never experienced before coursed through my veins, my little pego hardened of it’s own accord, so jumping out of bed, I exclaimed: “Auntie, I must give you a last kiss, how funny the noise of your pee-pee has made me feel, I am all of a tremble, just feel me,” winding my arms again round her neck; she seemed only too willing to return my eager kisses, drawing me to her bosom till I could feel the firm palpitating orbs pressing against my breast.

“Come into bed, and cuddle me, Percy, I feel so chilly to night,” she whispered.

Only too pleased I nestled myself by her side, still kissing and calling her my loving Auntie.

Fate had ordained I was to lose my maidenhead that night, young as I was. Her hand passed all over me, caressing every part, and she freely abandoned her bosoms to my impassioned kisses.

Presently her hand wandered down to where my stiff standing pintle was throbbing against her belly, her hand closed upon my staff, which felt to me bigger and bigger every moment, and must even then have been a good six inches.

Not a word passed between us; she glued her lips to mine, almost sucking my breath away and altogether seemed in such an agitated state, that I was nearly frightened; still I felt only too pleased, as she held my affair in her hand and slowly passed her fingers up and down, up and down, drawing back the foreskin each time. Somehow she gradually worked me into a position between her legs as we lay side by side, then she commenced rubbing the nose of my machine in a moist sort of chink embowered in the silky hair at the bottom of her stomach. One of her arms hugged me round the waist, and presently a soft whisper murmured: “Percy, push yourself close to me, it’s so nice, my darling.”

I followed instructions, and hand directing my instrument, it slipped in somewhere very moist and deliciously warm. She wriggled her bottom and drew me in more and more at each motion; both her hands now pushed my bottom each time in response to her forward shoves.

The game grew faster and faster; she rolled over on her back, her legs entwined over my buttocks, so as not lose the little prisoner she had got in her grot.

“Now Percy, my love, shove in hard and fast, dear, make me come, isn’t it delicious, my boy?” “Oh, Auntie, you dear Auntie Gertie: where am I going to?” I ejaculated in a delirium of entrancing sensations—”Ah oh! oh!—what’s going to happen, I’m bursting!” and my head fell on her shoulder as I lay nearly lifeless, all the extatic emotions of the impulsive gushes throbbing from me, as her grot seemed to grip and suck every drop of my life, so as to mingle the very essence of our being in the recesses of what I now know was her womb.

What a grip she kept on me! Something inside of her caressed the head of my instrument, and the contractions of that moist warm chink seemed to increase every moment. The folds of her adorable vagina worked up and down on my delighted pintle in a truly marvellous manner, and for the rest of my life I have never had experience of a woman so gifted as she was in that way. I was quite painfully stiff, she excited me so, and almost before I had realised all that had happened to me, the flood came again, and this time I could feel she was also gushing out love juice in response to mine; a kind of rage possessed me, I wanted to kill her by thrusting my instrument as savagely as possible, but the more I did so, the more vehement her motions became. She heaved up her bottom in desperate plunges to meet every thrust, and but for clinging very tightly round each others’ waists she must have thrown me off.

Our mingled fluids spurted all over my bag of balls and flooded our thighs at every push.

At length we lay exhausted, but I was still on the top of her, and her vagina seemed as anxious to retain its working partner as before, but nature denied me the strength to go on.

“Oh, Auntie, you’ve killed me, it’s gone dead now,” as I felt it all limp and slipping away from her.

“Percy, dear, darling boy, we must go to sleep now, perhaps in the morning you will be all right again for another game. Only to think, I’ve taken your maidenhead, and what pleasure you have given me! Your father could not do it better.”

“Has he ever put that big one of his into you there, Auntie? It must have hurt you awfully?”

“Don’t call me Auntie, call me Gertie; say you love me, Percy, but never tell what we have done to-night; your Mamma doesn’t mind Papa poking me, if she sees it done; we are sisters you know, and they say it is all in the family; but Mamma would be mad if she knew I had you first, so never say a word, and she won’t know; but I can tell you a secret, Percy—she means to have you herself when she thinks you are old enough; but she doesn’t know what a boy you are, my pet; so let me have you to myself for a little; if you do too much it will kill you; Mamma and I almost kill Papa sometimes, we want such a lot of poking, but some nice wine soon gives him strength again. He took my maidenhead to please your Mamma, who thought she would like to see it done. Ah, that did hurt: his great big engine bursting into me and stretching poor Fanny till she was all torn and bleeding. Boys are not hurt like that, it is only the poor girls who suffer when they lose their maidenhead. Take my advice, Percy, never let a girl or woman know you have ever been intimate with another; it is unkind to them, makes them jealous to think they are not the first; besides, dear boy, you don’t know how delightful it was to me to think I was the first you ever put into; and only a boy, but what a boy my darling Percy is!” kissing me with all the abandon of her nature. We went to sleep, but our exertions so overcame us that we were late for breakfast and had not time for a game.

“Wait till night; we shall be all the better for the delay;” she said, as we hurriedly dressed ourselves.

All that day my eyes were for my mother, and when she kissed me my heart went out to her in a manner it had never done before; the loving grace in those deep blue eyes seemed to have a new meaning for me, and her hair looked more golden than ever; was she ornamented with golden hair also at the bottom of her belly? I determined to ask Gertie about that. Auntie was three years younger than Mamma and rather slimmer in figure, but not anything so grand and adorable in my eyes; a feverish excitement pervaded my whole being, and frequently during that first eventful day when I already felt myself a man, thinking myself as good as Papa. My pego seemed to grow in importance, and raised its head, times out of number, as the thoughts of the possibility that some day I could be as free with Mamma as I now was with Auntie.

Dear Gertie could not help seeing how fascinated I was with Mamma, and once even cautioned me to watch myself or all would be found out and I should be sent to a boarding school. She herself was very careful of me, and on the sly gave me a second glass of wine at luncheon, besides helping me to the most recuperative viands on the table.

It was the same at dinner, and when at last she put me to bed at the usual time, I felt so rampageous, I made her look at my enormously distended affair.

“How rude you are Percy to night. How dare you, Sir, show that thing to me? Now, do your pee-pee at once and get into bed, or I shall whip you till your bottom is sore.

“Here is the chamber utensil. Let me see you do it properly, or goodness knows, you will wet the bed like a baby; you are so distrait.”

Her laughing face and the idea of a lady holding the utensil for me, took away all power to micturate; I couldn’t do it for the life of me.

“Now, go on you bad boy, don’t keep me waiting all night,” she said severely.

“Go away and leave off teasing me. You know I can’t pee if you look at me.”

She put down the pot, and almost before I even guessed what she was at, turned me over on the bed face downwards, and began smacking my bottom with all her strength.

Oh, how those spanks smarted, as she rained them on my devoted rump.

“This is for your naughtiness, Sir; will you obey me or not—Percy—is that rude thing always going to stick up and defy me like that?”

Slap—Slap—Slap—making me wince at every smack—”Oh—ah-r-re, don’t
Gertie, don’t that is not fun to me, you hurt me so.”

“Yes, and I hope I do hurt you, you bad boy—will you—will you do as I tell you, or not—Why I declare it’s as still as impudent as ever,” she said, thrusting her hand beneath me to feel how I was—”there, I must serve you out!”

“Ah-r-r-re, oh, you’re biting me, Gertie—oh, pray don’t—pray don’t bite my bottom like that, or I shall scream.”

“I feel I must bite you, Percy I can’t make it be good, and there’s only one way to make your instrument lay down, but you must wait till I come to bed, then I will see to it, as I did last night.”

This little game, and the want of sufficient rest on the previous night, made me very sleepy, and when she was gone I dropped off into a beautiful slumber, and was only awakened by her kissing me. Opening my eyes, there she stood by my bedside as naked as she was born, exposing all the beauties of her figure to my enraptured gaze, but what attracted me was not the sight of the ivory globes of her swelling breast, but lower down, where the mount of Venus was shaded by a profusion of curly reddish golden hair, just beneath which I knew was concealed the warm cleft which had afforded me such infinite joy the previous night.

“Oh, Gertie let me kiss you all over, what a love you look, just like the picture of Eve in your big bible, only she has not got any hair there. Do tell me has my Mamma got the same colored hair as you, and is she like you all over?”

“Of course she has, Percy, why do you think so much of Mamma, when you have me?” she said, with quite a jealous little tone.

“What you told me about her wanting me, my own mother has made me feel so alloverish all day, your plaything has been sticking up so often, and when Mamma kissed me, I wanted her so, and you noticed it. Now I will strip too, and when you take it in that lovely place between your thighs, let me fancy it is Mamma; and I shall love you, oh, so much.”

“Very well, have your own way, you funny boy; so, I’m to be nobody, and Mamma everything; never mind I shall have the pleasure,” as she playfully pulled my night shirt over my head, and not being unfastened at the neck, she had me prisoner, my head and arms being confined as she pulled me off the bed.

“Now, I’ve got you, my boy, you can’t help yourself; I’m Mamma, am I?” and in a trifle she was whipping me with something which cut and stung me dreadfully, this I afterwards found was a long thin bunch of green birch twigs she had slyly got ready for me.

I did not resist much, for every thing she did seemed only to tend to the most delightful pleasure, but I wanted to look at and enjoy the sight of her charms, which was exactly what she did not intend just at the moment; she wanted to torture me and enjoy the idea of my pain and humiliation, and not to let me see the exultation shown in her face and eyes.

Her cuts made me plunge about in order to disentangle myself from the embarrassing night robe, but it took me several minutes to effect my escape, my tender buttocks suffering every moment more and more under her strokes. At length I was free, and catching her round the waist almost lifted her on to the bed, and as she was pushed back with her legs hanging over the side, and her feet still resting on the floor, I slipped down on my knees, to explore that divine spot:—”Now, Gertie, I mean to look and know all about where I was last night.”

She suddenly became passive and permitted me to do as I pleased, so my explorations of the regions of love were easy.

Gently parting the abundance of reddish golden hair, I found the slightly gaping lips of her vagina bedewed with pearly drops of creamy love juice, which she must have emitted in the excitement of whipping me.

“Ah, cheat,” I exclaimed. “You have given me the pain, and had the pleasure to yourself.”

“Kiss me there, Percy dear, and forgive me; it was all love, as you will soon understand, I whipped you both for my own pleasure and also to make you still more ardent and fierce when shove into me.”

I was an apt pupil, so parting those vermilion lips, found a little fleshly button just above the entrance I could see lower down; my fingers touched it. “There—there—that’s the spot. Kiss it, you dear boy—just a little, and then make haste to push into me.”

Curious to know the effect, I at once complied by sucking that little button between my lips, and also working the tip of my tongue softly over it, gently biting with my teeth now and then.

“Put your fingers into me, dear,” she said, in a low voice, “and I shall soon come—Go on—go on—you darling love;” and just then my hand was inundated with a copious flow of her creamy essence, which so excited me, I could not wait any longer; I was ready to burst myself, so jumping up, I took one leg under each arm and rammed into her with all the strength I was capable of; my God, how she heaved to meet my attack! Her vagina seemed as stiff as my pintle, closing upon it with an extraordinary grasp, such as few women are capable of, nipping and squeezing the head of my affair each time it reached to the bottom of her womb.

We spent ourselves in a mutually copious ejaculation, and she kept heaving and wriggling, still insatiable for more, keeping me as stiff as exer, making me, boy as I was then, overflow three times before she finished me, whilst as to herself it was one continuous emission as long as I could go on pushing into her. At length we lay on the bed palpitating and breathless.

Presently she took my face between her two hands and drawing in to her lips, kissed me in the most impassioned manner.—”Percy, what a champion you are, if your Mamma did but know it; but don’t be in a hurry to desert me; you will have enough of her when the time comes and even then, I don’t believe she can; Papa says I’m a long way the best of the two. Now. I’ve smuggled a bottle of the finest Madeira up stairs, and will give my boy a couple of glasses; then we will have a new sort of, game, which you will be sure to like, and after that to sleep; we must not do too much.”

I think that wine was the most invigorating I ever tasted. Unused as I was to more than a singe glass of claret at luncheon or dinner, the generous Madeira fired all the blood in my system, making me palpitate with desire to renew those love games which I had so recently learned, and still wished to know more about.

“Gertie, how kind of you to think of that. It makes me feel more of a man than ever. How stiff it is, but do give me another glass just to drink the health of your—what do you call it—you know under the hair there.”

“Oh Percy, you’ll be inebriated, my dear. Only this once, and if affects you much, I shall refuse a third glass another time,” she said, refilling my glass.

“Now, what do you call it, Gertie? Tell me it’s proper name.”

“Mine,” she said, slapping her hand on her lovely mount—is a C-U-N-T
(Cunt) but when girls talk together about it they call their
“Fanny”—but I like the word Cunt—always call it that, Percy, when
alone with me—and, your’s, dear, what do boys their affairs?”

“You know I have never been to school and have been so much at home with Mamma, you, and Mary, that I hardly know the right name for my thing; but what does Papa call his?”

“Papa calls it his Prick—Mamma calls it a glorious Cock—and I, I use either name. Here Percy, we will drink to Cock and Cunt, and may they never get tired of love; a stiff Standing Prick, and a Cunt ready for it.” We emptied our glasses and she placed them on the table, then getting on the bed, stretched herself by my side, and kissed me ardently, darting her velvety tongue between my lips, till I could endure it no longer, and wanted to mount up as before.

“No, not that way this time, we will try a new pleasure; I want to taste and swallow the very essence of your being.”

Reversing herself upside down by my side, and taking my stiff machine in her mouth, began to suck and roll her tongue round its head, in the most delicious manner. At the same time she pressed her mount against my face, as a challenge for me to reciprocate her attentions to my prick. Words were not required. I knew instinctively what I ought to do, so my fingers parted the lips of her luscious Cunt, and my tongue was at once busy about La Rose d’Amour, the little spot where the slightest titillations of a tongue will arouse even in the coldest temperament the most ardent sensations of desire, and at once dispel any ideas of resistance to the due course of pleasure.

It is the real touch-hole, which once fired, lets off all the pent up sources of voluptuousness; let the chilly virgin be but once assaulted there by finger or tongue, and she is lost; Shame—Prudence—every thought, save of utter abandonment—all vanish as the conquering hero pursues his advantage;—and it is the same with a boy who for the first time finds pintle between the lips of an ardent girl who is all-a-fire to enjoy his youthful virility.

Each one abandons every charm to the other; desire to do courses hotly through their veins, each seems anxious to devour the other; so it was with us, she flooded my mouth at the same instant as I felt my very life melting away and spurting down her eager throat.

Not a drop of the creamy emission escaped me; I was sucking her life, her soul, and wanted more each moment. This game lasted a considerable time. After each spend, our lips still kept possession of the organ of love, sucking and playing our tongues in the most lascivious way we could imagine to prolong and bring on the exotic spasms again and again.

Exhausted at length, we settled ourselves to sleep, with a mutual kiss and thanks for the delicious pleasures afforded.

Beautiful dreams haunted my sleeping hours and still more inflamed my now thoroughly awakened manhood. Recently I had read the mythological tale of the three goddesses, Juno, Venus and Minerva appealing to the shepherd Paris for the prize of the golden apple; as drapery was very rare in those Pagan days, no doubt they stood before him in all the glories of their matchless beauty.

Visions of my glorious golden haired Mamma, Auntie Gertie, and Mary, standing before me, as if I had to chose which was most desirable; the last named a swarthy beauty of twenty, with small figure, but a model of gracefulness, seemed indeed to challenge comparison with my two lovely relatives, and much as I longed to possess Mamma, this vision of Mary made a very lasting impression on my mind; beyond them stretching away in the dim perspective were quite a procession of attendant houris, all sizes, ages, and styles of complexion and beauty from very little ones to the fat, fair, and forty. Was this prophetic of my future career amongst the fair sex, viz, beginning at home with the first principal figures, and then to revel in a succession of loveliness for a long time to come; as I opened my eyes, that was the thought which came to me, and I resolved to have sweet swarthy Mary as soon as she returned to her duties; it should be “Nolens Votens;” I was strong enough to make her let me have my way.

My instrument, inflamed by both dream and resolves, stood rampant, and attracted Gertie’s attention as she opened her eyes:

“My Goodness, Percy, what an erection!—I have just been dreaming of you pushing into your Mamma on the sofa, whilst I sat astraddle of Papa on his Cock, and rode up and down, as you pleased your mother; how I should have liked it to be real; perhaps it will some day—put your hand down and feel how wet I am, it made me come in a flood—and now you are almost as bad—have you been dreaming too?”

I confessed as much with respect to her and Mamma, but kept Mary to myself for fear Auntie might spoil my anticipated pleasure in that quarter.

“It’s getting late, my boy, so let me have it quick, just the same as I was dreaming I was on your Papa—riding on your dear Cock.”

I was already on my back, as she placed herself across me kneeling on her knees, and so taking Mr. Pego in one hand, she directed his head to the well lubricated slit so ready to take him in, gently impaling herself as her body gradually pressed down on my inflamed Prick. The long slow insertion into that furnace of love was delicious, and as she felt the head at last reach the very entrance to her longing womb, her sperm came in a flood. Mine also had been so put up that the spasmodic contractions of the folds of the innermost parts of her vagina at the moments of emission drew an equally copious ejaculation from me.

“My God, Percy, that will make a baby, I must syringe at once!” she said, as soon as she recovered herself and finished kissing me. “What exquisite pleasure! We ought to go on, but I must not run the risk;” and springing off me, in spite of my efforts to detain her in my arms, she proceeded to syringe herself most effectually with an enema, using a very slight solution of sulfate of zinc, which will always prevent impregnation if done quickly after coition. As she explained to me, the critical moment such as we had just experienced only happened now and then, but that the female had such a very peculiar sensation, she could not possibly mistake it, and only a careless girl, or one who really wished for a child, would neglect to syringe the moment it was all over.

Gertie had me to herself for some days, before Mary returned, but my vision had never lost its effects on my mind.

Auntie was very reluctant to give up her charge, but there was no available excuse. She admonished me to be very circumspect and we would enjoy ourselves every possible chance. “Some night,” she whispered, “you can steal into my room when Mary is asleep, but don’t let her know anything, or you will be sent away, my love.”

The short time that Mary had been away, seemed to have worked quite a change in her manner towards me, she seemed to have grown suddenly shy and reserved, and the first night even neglected to give me the usual conventional kiss, and when she retired herself, was very careful to put out the light before doing certain little things.

“All right, my beauty,” I thought to myself. One good night’s rest, then for an explanation or else something better.

She was restless, and as I lay awake, thinking over all my game with Auntie Gertie, Mary was tossing about and unsettled. I could hardly restrain myself from jumping up and getting into her bed.

At length her heavy breathing told me she slept, but evidently dreaming, as I could hear little words now and then, such as: “Don’t Georges—you shan’t—indeed you shan’t—I’ll slap your face if you go on so.”

Sleep overcame me at last, and when I opened my eyes in the morning she had left the room. All day my eyes feasted on Mamma and I could see Gertie pouting with vexation at my evident desire for the maternal connexion. This served my purpose exactly, as it took away all suspicion of my design upon Mary.

“Don’t look at Mamma like that, Percy, or I shall begin to dislike you, my boy, and shan’t let you love me again,” she whispered, when she got me alone.

“Oh, there’s no harm in looking. Gertie, you know you told me she meant to have me, when I am old enough, and I’ll let her know that some day before very long.”

“You tease. I’ll whip your bottom, when I get you alone, you bad boy; you only want to make me jealous.”

“Then don’t be so silly Gertie. Looking at Mamma does no harm yet, but
I do so want to kiss her Cunt.”

“Fie, for shame, sir! Be off and behave yourself.”

That day seemed a very long one to me, but bed time came as last. Mary was retiring as on the previous evening, but I waited till she had put out the light, and got into bed.

“Mary,” I said, “why don’t you kiss me since you come back?”

“Oh! Master Percy, you are such a big boy now, we ought to leave off that,” was the reply.

“But what is the harm; we always did, and used to have such nice games together; shall I come and kiss you just now?”

“No, no, I won’t allow it any more, besides—besides.”

“Besides, what?” I said, getting out, and going to her bedside:
“Besides, I mean to kiss you and will make you kiss me.”

“Go away! Percy, you shan’t!” as she covered her head with the bed-clothes.

“That’s better than Master Percy; now, I will kiss you, Mary dear, so don’t make a fuss, but kiss me back.”

“Well, just once, then go back to bed,” she said, raising her head.

“There’s a dear girl,” I replied kissing her on the lips; “Kiss me back or I’ll pull the clothes off and slap you.”

Her lips returned my osculation and I tried to slip the tip of my tongue into her mouth as I prevented her taking her face away, and sucked in her very breath till she seemed to quiver all over, and her lip relaxed a little till the tips of our tongues fairly met.

This dalliance continued for some minutes till one of my hands found its way inside her night chemise, and grabbed the heaving globes of her bosom, moulding them and playing with the saucy nipples which stuck up as firm as my Cock, which was in a fiery state of expectation.

“Now, go away do, you impudent boy, where have you learnt such tricks,
Percy?” she whispered as she faintly attempted to push me away.

“Nowhere, only I do so like to feel and kiss you, Mary, you are so warm and soft, and kiss so nicely my dear;” as I was gently sliding into the bed beside her.

“What makes you like kissing so? Don’t Mamma or auntie Gertie kiss you enough, you silly boy.”

“Oh, but that’s different, I can’t feel them all over, as I do you; as I hugged my body close to hers, those palpitating bosoms now beating against my breast.”

“How queer you make me feel, Mary. Don’t you notice my affair stiff and hard against you belly; let us lay close to each other, and your warm flesh against mine,” pulling up her chemise to her waist.

“How is it you have hair there, dear, and I have none about mine!” My hand was groping to get a finger in her slit, and if possible to touch the spot I knew so well.

“No, Percy, you mustn’t put your hand there, that thing of yours is hard against my belly. Put it away do.”

“Between your legs, Mary, I seem to feel sure that is the place; let me lay between your legs and rub my belly against yours; how hot you are there!” Both my hands were trying to force open her thighs, which she kept firmly closed.

“You shan’t—you shan’t, you bad boy, what do you mean by such goings on, Percy?”

A sudden frenzy impelled me to exert all my strength; little by little,
I got one leg between hers, as I pushed her over on her back.—”I
will,” I said, grinding my teeth in desperation; “You shall let me,
Mary; now, don’t fight so, it’s no use.”

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