My Uncle and Aunt Were Welcomed To Our House

At last, the fatal day arrived.

My mother and the two girls went into the town to fetch my uncle and aunt out, leaving Miss Donald and me to our studies.

You may well suppose it was the prosody of love and not that of grammar that occupied us.

There was a tenderness of manner and a loving kindness and fondness, which I had not before observed in Miss Donald and which I should have thought alien to her character. Embracing me tenderly and pressing me lovingly to her bosom, she burst into a flood of tears and sobbed as if her heart would break as her head sank on my shoulder.

I tried to comfort her in the best way I could, and as my kind reader knows, a woman's tears always had the most potent effect on my prick.

I placed it in her hand; she hysterically laughed amidst her crying, but instantly sank her head down to the loved object, embraced, sucked, and frigged it until I poured a flood of boiling sperm into her mouth, which she greedily swallowed, and continued sucking until not a drop was left.

Then, rising once more to caress and embrace me, she said,

"Yes, my own beloved boy, that was indeed a means to stop my tears. I not only adore it but have come to love you, my darling, more than I ever loved anything in my life—you are my own scholar, bodily and mentally. I shall miss you greatly, and I bitterly regret our parting, but we shall meet again, although never with such freedom and ease as we have done. You will spend your holidays at home, and we will make the most of them. I can feel the dear object already being made the most of again, and so it shall, dear fellow, so come to its own nest."

These last fond words were addressed to my prick, which, already rampant again, was claiming attention.

We went at it with a hammer and tongs. Recruited at luncheon, we renewed the raptures of lubricity as that estimable woman alone knew how to indulge them.

We were less reasonable, as it had been decided by us the night before that I was to find out the habits of the coming couple before I should venture on leaving my room to slip up to theirs, and thus I had a night of relaxation before me.

At five o'clock, the carriage drove up, and my uncle and aunt were welcomed to our house. My uncle was a tall, portly, unctuous-looking clergyman, quite a gentleman in his manners, and with a very agreeable voice.

My aunt, who was some fifteen years my uncle's junior, was very tall for her sex, with a fine, portly figure, broad shoulders, large bubbies well apart, a small waist for her size, immense hips, and evidently buttocks to more than match.

She was very stout, but stood firm upon her pins and walked with great elasticity of step, showing there was a good deal in her, or rather she could take a good deal out of anybody.

She had a profusion of fair hair with thick eyebrows that promised abundance elsewhere.

Her eyes were a deep blue that could look very far into you.

She had a very pleasing expression, a small mouth, and very white teeth.

Her complexion was exceedingly fair, her arms immense but beautifully formed, and her hands and feet small, fat, and plump.

She looked thirty-five, but was nearly forty, and was altogether a most desirable woman to look at on a large scale.

She embraced me tenderly, which I did not fail to return, and complimented me and the whole family on our late good fortune.

The first introduction was altogether most agreeable, and I already began to imagine I might not be so badly off after all.

We were allowed to sit up rather later than usual, and as my aunt was fatigued with her day and night's journey, they were glad to follow our example almost immediately.

I had only a little time to get undressed when I heard them enter the room that Miss Donald had vacated the previous day.

This had previously been arranged, and she now slept in my sisters' room, as formerly, until we should depart.

I quickly blew out my light, for fear they should observe it shining through the chinks I had made.

Kneeling down, I began to watch the proceedings.

The first thing my aunt did was to squat on the pot just opposite my peephole, and as she held up her dress well, I could see that she had a very prominent mons Veneris, thickly covered with very fair ringlets. Her power of piss was something wonderful; it was like a cataract in force and quantity and at once made my mutinous prick stand at the mighty rush of waters that could be so plainly heard. As she rose and before she dropped her dress, I saw her splendid proportions of limb, the like of which had never before met my eyes.

Alas! It was but a passing glimpse.

However, I determined to watch on, hoping to see a further display in the course of undressing.

However, I determined to watch on, hoping to see a further display in the course of undressing.

She took off all her upper clothes until nothing but her stays and chemise remained.

I could now see the real grandeur of her proportions.

The stays kept in the waist and allowed the splendor of her hips and buttocks to stand out in all their glory.

Never in my life have I seen a finer backside than my aunt had.

I am now speaking from a vast amount of after-inspection and adoration, but in the covered magnificence in which I at this moment viewed it, it appeared to be the finest backside I have ever met with, and was in fact the one I alluded to some time back when I observed that Miss Donald's was the finest but one I ever saw.

It is true, her stoutness added greatly to its prominence, but though stout, even very stout, it was not a stoutness you could call fat. For in after-intimacy, which became of the very closest and most voluptuous nature, I was never able to pinch her in any muscular part.