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Before we ourselves were ready, the dear lascivious creature again poured down her nature, boiling hot, on our delighted pricks.

This produced such excitement upon us that we could no longer restrain our own desire to come to the ecstatic conclusion.

We each felt the drunk russian wife gets anal electric-like sensation of the approaching crisis. Aunt doubly felt the influence of our increasing speed and hardness, and was as ready as ourselves to pour down the tribute to the goddess of love or lust, holy Mother Venus. The novelty, the pressure, and the excess of pleasure declared itself in the loud cries of the last crisis, as we all died away in the enrapturing sensations produced by the intense satisfaction our desires had experienced. We lay long wrapped in the after-ecstasy; aunt’s delicious internal movements began again. The doctor’s prick had shrunk to a merry piece of inanimate dough, and he withdrew, begging us at the same time to change our position, and let him enjoy seeing me attack my aunt in rear. I drunk russian wife gets anal took my place behind, and we ran a most delicious course, rendered much more excitable to me by the introduction of uncle’s two fingers up my fundament, which kept time with my action in the delicious aperture of my aunt’s most superb and glorious backside, the movements of which beneath my delighted gaze had not been the least stimulating part of the enjoyment.

The crisis was most ecstatic, and I sank exhausted on her broad buttocks and beautiful back, to clasp her lovingly in my arms and sob out bawdy terms of the warmest endearment. The doctor, who had very much enjoyed the sight, but who pointed out the sadly downcast state of his prick, which had been in no wise excited by the scene, said to his wife— “My darling, we must have recourse to the grand remedy, I will also initiate dear Charlie into a new mystery of love, of which he can have no idea.” I guessed at once what he meant, but professing extreme ignorance, I begged him to tell me what it was. Aunt rose and said— “My darling, your uncle requires his blood to be excited by flogging his buttocks with a birch rod.” “How odd,” said I, “I never felt anything but the severest pain when I was flogged, and I took precious good care not to deserve it again. How then can it excite?” “You shall see, my dear.” She opened her wardrobe and produced a formidable rod of fine fresh-cut birch twigs. The doctor begged me to lie down on my back—he got over me, and we commenced sucking each other’s pricks. Mine stood at once, as the doctor, in addition to sucking, thrust a couple of fingers up my bottom-hole, and frigged away as fast as he sucked. The doctor’s buttocks were left at the mercy of aunt, who flogged away at them with no gentle hand. I spent before the doctor could quite get his prick to standing point, but the copious torrent I poured drunk russian wife gets anal into his mouth, and his after-suction on my drunk russian wife gets anal prick, in addition to the red raw state of his buttocks, at last brought him up to full stand. He wanted to put it into me when ready, but aunt said that as flogger she had herself become greatly excited, and must have it herself. “While this dear prick,” throwing herself on it, and sucking it, “shall fuck me at the same time.” I was quite ready, and she straddled across me, and guided my now longing prick into her luscious cunt. She soon stopped, and we tongued each other while the doctor was mounting to the assault on her delicious bottom-hole. As soon as he was housed, we began another charming course, in which aunt, as usual, spent frequently before our less lecherous natures were ready to join in one general and exquisite discharge. We went off in furies of delighted lust, and then sank exhausted in the delicious after-sensation.

We long lay in the sweet inanition and luxury of satiated lust. At last we disconnected ourselves, rose, and laved each drunk russian wife gets anal other with cold water, more as a restorative than as a purification. Aunt and I had two bouts after—one in front and one behind. The doctor would not allow a fresh application of the birch, as he said it would only produce so great an exhaustion as would require days to restore.

I retired after this, but ever afterwards the doctor was regularly birched before he could even copulate once. Sometimes he required to flog my aunt’s glorious bum to excite his fading powers, declaring that it was almost as exciting as being flogged.