"Oh, I am dying, dear aunt; oh! oh! stop! stop! I—can't—can't—bear it." I sank away, but could hear aunt murmuring—
"Dear, darling, delicious boy, I never had such a glorious prick in me, or a better f**k before. I fear the dear child has fainted from the excess of pleasure, and the newness of the sensation, but his glorious prick still throbs deliciously within me—only feel its root, doctor, how stiff it is."
I felt the doctor grasping it, making it throb violently as he did so.
"The dear boy is as stiff as ever. You will get another f**k out of him the moment he comes to himself. I am glad of that, for it is delightful to see you at it, especially with so splendid a prick operating upon you—it is the greatest treat you have ever given me in that way."
"I don't wonder at that, my dear
