Slowly the taper fingers made their way into my belly, feeling it deliberately all over, and then came into contact with my engorged prick. 'Oh, mamma, I've found such a funny thing, round and long: oh, yes' (running her hand as far as my balls), 'longer than my hand, and hard, but soft at the same time. It seems… yes, it seems to have a sort of pointed knob with a loose cap of skin.' The infernal witch, with finger and thumb, imparted a spidery motion to her hand, and darted her tongue into my mouth. She knew very well that my overwrought prick would splutter out its contents in a moment, and this was what she was aiming at. Gently she squeezed on, and informed her mother of the state of her progress as reflected in my face. 'Why, mother, Harry has such a rapturous look on his face, just as if he was seeing angels. He is turning his eyes up quite ecstatically, and this curious pillar I'm holding is throbbing away and swelling in my hand.' 'Yes,' said her mother feeling my jock from the outside.

'What you have there, Ethel, is an appendage usually found on young men, and much sought after by ladies. It is commonly called a prick, and from what I can judge seems to be an excellent specimen of its kind.' With that she rubbed my balls a little, and that settled it. I did not care a damn for the consequences, but let the flood burst. My lava flowed abundantly, and a delicious shiver ran all over me. Ethel, who had occasionally passed the tip of her finger over the top of my prick, to judge, no doubt, how soon she might expect to feel the discharge, hollowed her hand and held it over the nut, for which I was duly grateful since otherwise my clothes would have been in a precious mess.

'Oh, mamma,' she called out, still preserving her innocent tone, 'it's shooting a lot of warm sticky stuff into my hand. See…' she withdrew her hand and held it out to Rose. At the same time she bent over my face again, and prevented me watching what happened to the moist little paw. I heard a glucking noise, and when I next saw the hand, where I expected to see a respectable pool of good semen, to my astonishment I found it dry or almost so. The greedy woman had deliberately sucked it all up, but at the time I thought Ethel had wiped it on her dress somewhere.