Anonymous - Lustful Memoirs

When I had quite recovered, he told me to sink down on my left side, he sinking with me without losing an inch of his penetration, his prick still buried within me to the hairs. He now desired me to draw my knees well up and stick out my bottom. He took my prick in his hand and began to frig it again. This naturally excited him to fever heat and the throbbing of my arse convinced him he might proceed. He therefore began to move in and out slowly and regularly while he frigged me more rapidly. I soon begged him to be quicker in his movements behind. He did not immediately comply, but when he felt the increase in the size and heat of my prick, he worked rapidly within me. I became strangely wild in my feelings, and when I spent my very sobs of pleasure were checked by unutterable delight. The Colonel had even yet not spent, preferring that I should be thoroughly broken in before he plunged in and out with the violence and fury he enjoyed. Hence he lay quietly, imbedded in me to the hilt, until I recovered my sensibility and began to have my erotic sensations excited anew.

Once more I commenced to wriggle under the Colonel's caressing hand, at the sight of which he commenced to plunge furiously in and out and we at length came to the ecstatic Crisis with an erotic fury rarely equalled. This thoroughly exhausted us both. The retention of spunk by the Colonel for so long a time caused a perfect body-killing discharge, and his prick immediately afterwards slipped out of my bottomhole.

We continued these pleasures for some weeks, till at last the Colonel spoke openly of the delights of fucking my mother and said how much he would like me to be buried in his arse at the moment he was spending into my mother's palpitating body. I said I was sure she would never consent to that; once I had come into her room when she was dressing and had ventured to touch her bubbies, but she instantly turned me from the room. “Nevertheless,” said he, “you must fuck her yourself; she is very hot. I shall leave her someday only half fucked. I shall let you know when this happens, and as I leave, enter her room boldly, throw yourself into her arms, and if she does not consent willingly, force your way into her. Her cunt will be all moist from my fucking and your prick will easily slip in. However angry she may be, she will be sure to forgive you when you have made her spend.” He little thought I had long ago done so, but I promised to follow his directions.

I told him afterwards that I had made the attempt but to no purpose. However, he had some suspicion that I had succeeded, I am sure, and a few nights later when we were in the Crisis of a delicious fuck and I had just given my mother the last convulsive thrust, “Bravo,” said a voice near us. In a moment he threw off his clothes and was on the bed. My mother screamed and struggled, but my idea was to take his prick in me while mine was buried in her, so I held her fast. He went to the foot of the bed and, inserting his face between our extended thighs, sucked my testicles and rolled his tongue in the spendings that were clinging to the roots of my prick. Then he rushed up behind, in a moment had penetrated me, and we were speedily in the agonies of mutual spending. After my mother's complaints had been silenced, she entered into the enjoyment of the thing, and henceforth we had the wildest orgies in company, till at length my mother was taken ill and subsequently died, to our great grief, and I have since travelled with the Colonel as his private page.

Thus ends my lover's recital, in the course of which I have been unable to resist gently frigging his lovely prick, taking care that he should not spend, while his finger has been in my vagina the whole time, and I have been unable to refrain from emitting copiously several times during his exciting narrative.