kings of Egypt always preferred to marry their mothers or
sisters."
Further remarks were stopped by the necessities of their amorous
combat, so brother and sister retired, fully satisfied that their
parents would soon be as easy as themselves with regard to incestuous
intercourse with their children.
Next day Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge appeared greatly distressed and hardly
able to look Frank and Ethel in the face, but in the course of a few
days this all wore off. Their equanimity returned, and whether owing to
the mysterious influence of mesmerism or otherwise, they afterwards
willingly enacted every species of licentiousness with their own
children.
One day Frank and Ethel related to their parents their experiences at
college and school. Mr. Etheridge was so inflamed at the tale of the
professor sodomizing the boy with the big prick that he declared he
should never rest until Frank had procured him the same pleasure.
"Let me see," he said, "if I can think of a handsome, finely developed
youth, who we can invite here some day for you to experimentalize upon.
Yes, there's young Harry Mortimer. He has got a fine looking lump in
his trousers—a perfect Adonis—I've often longed to handle his cock."
"You old sinner," laughed his wife, "I always thought you a strictly
moral man. And to think your ideas ever ran in such a beastly course.
I, too, must confess, now Frank's mesmerism has made us all free with
one another, how hard it has often been for me to retain my reputation
as a chaste wife. Why there's Dr. Stroker, our rector, who has tried me
dozens of times, and once actually showed me his fine tool when we were
alone in the drawing room. What a beauty it was! I almost fainted with
desire."
"Ah," said Ethel, "that's nothing to what he did with me, when I had to
go to the rectory to prepare for confirmation. I was always alone with
him. He used to laugh and tell me that religion was all humbug, he
himself only followed and preached it as his trade, to get a good
living. He would draw me on his lap, put his hands up my clothes, and
tell me my cunny would soon have a crop of beautiful soft hair on it.
And one day he threw me back and kissed my cunt till I fainted, and
when I came round my clothes were up to my waist, and he was standing
between my legs as they hung over the side of the sofa and frigging
himself so as to spend all over my belly, and after all would not let
me go home till I had kissed and handled his cock. That was just before
you sent me off to Madame Cul's school and no doubt all helped to make
Minette's touches so awfully exciting when she began to seduce me with
her wanton games."
"We'll have a game with him, Frank, my boy!" exclaimed Mr. Etheridge.
"My idea now is that we may all do what we like to enjoy ourselves,
only damn all jealousy. I'm a regular Communist now! Well, when I ride
out to-morrow I will call and ask Harry to spend an early day with you."
"Have you found anything worth reading to us yet, Frank?" asked his
Mamma.
"Yes, a little bit about the quarrels of the goddesses in heaven. It is
an old volume of the writings of the 'London Spy.' Here it is," said
Frank, taking up a book:
POEM
A health Jove began to the best end of Juno, By which they had often
been "Junctus in Uno," The bowl went about with much simp'ring and
winking, Each God lick'd his lips, at the health he was drinking;
Whilst Venus and Pallas look'd ready to rave, That her Goddesship's
scut should such preference have; The bowl being large, hoping the
rather Their amiable rumps might have swam altogether. Thus both being
vex'd, Venus swore by her power, The nectar had something in't, made it
drink sowre: Which Pallas confirm'd by her shield and her sword, And
vow'd 'twas as musty besides as a T—-d But Juno perceiving 'twas out
of ill-nature, That Venus and Pallas abus'd the good creature, Because
to her Peacock, precedence was given, As the best and finest fledg'd
bird in the Heaven; Insinuating under a wink and a
sisters."
Further remarks were stopped by the necessities of their amorous
combat, so brother and sister retired, fully satisfied that their
parents would soon be as easy as themselves with regard to incestuous
intercourse with their children.
Next day Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge appeared greatly distressed and hardly
able to look Frank and Ethel in the face, but in the course of a few
days this all wore off. Their equanimity returned, and whether owing to
the mysterious influence of mesmerism or otherwise, they afterwards
willingly enacted every species of licentiousness with their own
children.
One day Frank and Ethel related to their parents their experiences at
college and school. Mr. Etheridge was so inflamed at the tale of the
professor sodomizing the boy with the big prick that he declared he
should never rest until Frank had procured him the same pleasure.
"Let me see," he said, "if I can think of a handsome, finely developed
youth, who we can invite here some day for you to experimentalize upon.
Yes, there's young Harry Mortimer. He has got a fine looking lump in
his trousers—a perfect Adonis—I've often longed to handle his cock."
"You old sinner," laughed his wife, "I always thought you a strictly
moral man. And to think your ideas ever ran in such a beastly course.
I, too, must confess, now Frank's mesmerism has made us all free with
one another, how hard it has often been for me to retain my reputation
as a chaste wife. Why there's Dr. Stroker, our rector, who has tried me
dozens of times, and once actually showed me his fine tool when we were
alone in the drawing room. What a beauty it was! I almost fainted with
desire."
"Ah," said Ethel, "that's nothing to what he did with me, when I had to
go to the rectory to prepare for confirmation. I was always alone with
him. He used to laugh and tell me that religion was all humbug, he
himself only followed and preached it as his trade, to get a good
living. He would draw me on his lap, put his hands up my clothes, and
tell me my cunny would soon have a crop of beautiful soft hair on it.
And one day he threw me back and kissed my cunt till I fainted, and
when I came round my clothes were up to my waist, and he was standing
between my legs as they hung over the side of the sofa and frigging
himself so as to spend all over my belly, and after all would not let
me go home till I had kissed and handled his cock. That was just before
you sent me off to Madame Cul's school and no doubt all helped to make
Minette's touches so awfully exciting when she began to seduce me with
her wanton games."
"We'll have a game with him, Frank, my boy!" exclaimed Mr. Etheridge.
"My idea now is that we may all do what we like to enjoy ourselves,
only damn all jealousy. I'm a regular Communist now! Well, when I ride
out to-morrow I will call and ask Harry to spend an early day with you."
"Have you found anything worth reading to us yet, Frank?" asked his
Mamma.
"Yes, a little bit about the quarrels of the goddesses in heaven. It is
an old volume of the writings of the 'London Spy.' Here it is," said
Frank, taking up a book:
POEM
A health Jove began to the best end of Juno, By which they had often
been "Junctus in Uno," The bowl went about with much simp'ring and
winking, Each God lick'd his lips, at the health he was drinking;
Whilst Venus and Pallas look'd ready to rave, That her Goddesship's
scut should such preference have; The bowl being large, hoping the
rather Their amiable rumps might have swam altogether. Thus both being
vex'd, Venus swore by her power, The nectar had something in't, made it
drink sowre: Which Pallas confirm'd by her shield and her sword, And
vow'd 'twas as musty besides as a T—-d But Juno perceiving 'twas out
of ill-nature, That Venus and Pallas abus'd the good creature, Because
to her Peacock, precedence was given, As the best and finest fledg'd
bird in the Heaven; Insinuating under a wink and a
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