What A Lucky Chance

The rod was placed, and the bait was laid the next day. Meanwhile, that afternoon, the doctor called me aside and put me through a conversational sort of examination. I was studiously modest, but being very fairly grounded by the admirable system of teaching pursued by Miss Donald, I not only satisfied him, but he took occasion to compliment Miss Donald very highly for the admirable groundwork she had laid. I fancied also, as he continued in conversation with her, that he grew more kindly and unctuous, as if the spirit of lust was infusing itself in his veins, as he continued to converse with and gaze on that most engaging and lust-creating creature. That night I watched, as before, their preparations for sleep and heard their conversation. This time the doctor was profuse in his praise of me, but my aunt thought I was timid and lifeless; there seemed no spirit about me, as there ought to be, she added, at his age, but this education by females makes girls of boys.

I thought to myself, I guess, that I would very soon deceive you on that point, my dear aunt. The doctor went quietly to bed.

Aunt stripped and used the bidet, giving me a most exciting and voluptuous view of all her full-blown charms. No sooner was her light out and she in bed than I slipped out and crept up to my sisters' room, where three randy cunts were impatiently awaiting my advent with an equally randy and inflamed pego. We indulged in every complicated combination of lust and lubricity and never ceased until daylight forced my unwilling retreat. Before leaving, as the rod was to be put in the wardrobe and the key left in the door, it was arranged that the next night the girls, and Miss Donald, too, if she could, were to endeavor to sleep soundly before I came.

For if our strategy succeeded, I should remain to see the result, which would probably occupy more than an hour or two, and I would awaken them by applying Moses's rod to their water courses, as doubtless I would be in a rampageous state if our expectations of the doctor's and aunt's tendencies that way were realized. I kept myself awake until my aunt and uncle came to bed, and then I immediately placed myself en vedette.

At first, no notice was taken of the key being in the lock. Aunt continued her operations, and Uncle became somewhat more tentative than usual when Aunt, finding by placing her hand on his prick that it was mere useless desire, rose and scolded him. He grew more emboldened and followed her up, wishing to feel her splendid curl. It so happened that she had drawn back as far as the wardrobe itself, until the key actually hurt her back.

"Ah, what have we here?"

She cried, and then, turning around, said that as the key had been left in the lock, there could be no harm in looking in.

Her husband became as curious as she was. Of course, the first things they saw were the prearranged books. They were seized upon with avidity, probably with the expectation of finding something smutty, but to their surprise, and especially that of the doctor, it was quite the reverse.

"Well, I should never have thought this; do you know, my dear, I had begun to suspect that, under a demure exterior, there was lurking an enormous deal of animal passion in that Miss Donald, but if so, these works prove that it is under complete regulation. More's the pity, for she is made for the real enjoyment of the passions."

"Oh, you have been speculating in that quarter, have you, you old lecher?"

"Well, my dear, you know we have both the liberty to stray now and then, and you, yourself, have not a little availed yourself of our mutual understanding."

"Now, doctor, you are too bad; do I not quite overlook all your weakness for the younger members of your own sex, and do I not lend myself to your fantasies in that way, when chance deprives you of any opportunity of pederasty?"

"Well, well, my love, I was not upbraiding you; you are too dear and too kind to me to permit anything beyond a joking allusion; but what have we here? A birch rod! by all that is holy."

Reaching up to the high shelf, he drew down the rod. At first, they suspected Miss Donald was operating on herself, but the perfectly untouched state of the rod proved that it was there in reserve only and had not yet been used.

"What a lucky chance!" cried my aunt.

"I shall now be able to birch you into something like a fit state to fuck me—and you shall birch me afterwards, if it will only produce a second fuck, back or front, whichever you like."

"You are an angel, my darling wife, and I shall try to content both orifices; it is an abominable shame that with such a gloriously made magnificent woman as God has given me in your noble form, I should ever require any other stimulant than a glance at your exquisitely exciting proportions; but I suppose it is age that weakens our sensibilities."

"You are right, my dear John, for I, who used to think your dear old cock was enough for me, find I require the excitement of younger ones to give me the real excess of pleasure my constitution demands; it would be a shame if I did not humor all your little caprices when you so readily throw opportunities in my way. I only wish this nephew of mine had been more worthy of us; we should have made him a glorious bonne bouch between us, equally to his satisfaction as to ours."

"Well, my dear, the air of Kent, and more manly treatment, may yet develop his somewhat stinted growth, and under your tuition, he may yet prove not so bad an object as you seem to think; at all events, he may serve as a pis aller, until a better turns up; but you must proceed with caution, for he seems as modest as a maid."