"Ellen, why don't you pull him away—he is ravishing me—and oh, horror!—committing incest."
She pretended to struggle greatly, but cleverly did so to her own profit, by wriggling her backside so as to send me further up into her cunt.
"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, do help me."
"Ah, no," said Ellen, "I shall let him do it, and then you cannot tell upon me."
My aunt seemed greatly distressed at this, and actually managed to shed tears, then buried her face in the bed as if in despair, but all the time most actively seconding me. As the crisis drew near, she raised her head, and said—
"Heaven pardon me, this mere simple schoolboy is exciting me to such pleasure as I never before felt."
She then gave way to all her lubricity, and we brought matters to a crisis in the utmost ecstasy of enjoyment. Aun
