The Fury Of My Lust

"Quite right, my love; my dear Charles, you must endeavor to follow the wishes of your aunt."

Of course I promised, and with such a look of innocence that I could see they exchanged smiles at it.

We sat down for lunch.

Afterwards, the doctor, seating himself by my side, began a conversation on the historical subject I had been studying.

Our conversation became really interesting. The doctor was a man of great erudition and varied knowledge, and he had a manner, special to himself, of making almost any subject most interesting.

Hours flew by, and it was only when Aunt entered about five o'clock to take a cup of tea, as was her will, that we were aware of how time had flown.

The doctor praised my knowledge of history and the pertinency of the questions I had put to him in a manner highly flattering to me, and I could see that I had risen much in his estimation, quite apart from any erotic influences.

He proposed a constitutional walk before dinner, and I was much interested in his instructive conversation during it.

Our dinner was most agreeable. In the drawing room, Aunt, a most admirable performer on the piano, enchanted us with her skill and taste.

The doctor challenged me to a game of chess. He was, of course, far superior to me, but he praised my style of play, saying I should become highly proficient with time and practice.

We retired, as usual, about half past ten, the doctor seeing me in my room and promising to bring my aunt in the morning to see if I was still troubled with that painful hardness.

I thanked him warmly, but with much simplicity, as if quite unaware of the real nature of the application of the remedy.

He left me to my repose.

The quiet nights of sound sleep made my day efforts pass off without any exhaustion, and I felt my erotic powers increasing in force.

I slept soundly and so long that I was only awakened by the caressing hand of my aunt on my stiff-standing pego.

She had gently lifted off all the coverings, and I lay quite exposed to eye and touch.

"Oh, my darling aunt! How kind of you to come this early to relieve that troublesome thing."

I held out my arms.

She stooped down to kiss me.

I clasped her to my bosom.

Our lips met, and our tongues darted fiery lust into our bodies.

She threw herself down by my side.

I was onto her in a moment.

The doctor took hold of my pego and guided it into the delicious orbit of his wife.

My dear aunt begged me to do as I did yesterday if I wanted relief.

Our action became fast and furious.

Her legs and arms wound around me under loving pressure.

Her active backside wriggled in delight.

The doctor had introduced first one finger, and then two, into my fundament and added greatly to the fury of my lust, so that I spent in an agony of pleasure as quickly as the fiery lust of my aunt produced her hot and plentiful discharge.

I sank on her charming bosom, panting with the force and fury of our coition, but like all very fast fucking, my virile member hardly flinched from his first vigor, and a very few of my aunt's exquisitely delicious internal pressures sufficed to bring him up to the fullest stiffness.

We were about to plunge again with renewed ardor into all love's wildest excitement, but the doctor insisted upon our first changing places that he, too, might have his hardness allayed. Our change of position was instantly accomplished, and my dear aunt, after impaling herself on my upright member, sank on my bosom and was clasped in my longing arms.

The doctor scrambled up behind her and lost no time in sheathing himself in her fine and beautiful bottom-hole, and then we ran a double course of delight, dear aunt taking the lead as usual and deluging us with her hot and delicious discharges before we were ready to pour into her a double dose of delight, which again made her spend with fury and cries of rapturous enjoyment, in which we both joined, and then sank in love's exquisite inanimation. On recovering ourselves, the doctor withdrew, but I was already as stiff as before.

Aunt began a most effective and delicious movement above me, which soon brought on another grand finale, and we died away in mutual delight.

I could feel that the doctor was gently handling my cods, both during and after our last combat.

When, by our mutual throbbings, he saw that we were about to become fit to enter on another career, he begged his wife to rise from off me.

But the idea of losing her and her extra pressures made my prick immediately resume an erect position, so that when she rose from it, it was shown in a completely standing state.

"What! again, Alexander?" said the doctor. "Your member is sadly unruly. My dear, you must again try to allay it, but put yourself this time on your knees, and we shall see if that position can be better adapted for the purpose of relieving this immense object."

He was gently and admiringly handling it all the time.

His wife was quite aware of his object, and, indeed, so was I. Our last bout had helped to restiffen his prick, and although not yet quite rampant, it was evident that when my bottom was in full view and so placed as to be got at with facility, it would be quite as stiff as necessary.

When his wife had knelt down and, by lowering her head, exposed all the wondrous grandeur of the most superb backside that ever met my eyes, my prick bounded with joy. The doctor, still grasping it and feeling it throb so wildly, saw that his game was sure.

He pointed out all the beauty of my aunt's second orbit of love and told me it was in that he had allayed his own hardness, and as the other orifice had not succeeded in quieting me, he recommended my entering within the narrow path of ecstasy.