Date: Wed, 02 Apr 2003 22:18:51 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 40

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws
of your country or district please desist.  If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to
yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.

This is a very long tale.  It unfolds over a good number of years.  What is
true, is true: what is not is otherwise.

			    ALADDIN'S AWAKENING

				    By

				   Joel


			  Chapter 23 (Continued)

     As soon as we got into bed that night I turned to Matt and asked if he
was surprised when I said I'd found the French letters in Chris's
belongings.  Matt had obviously been mulling over the same thing.

     "At least it was a full packet," he said, "I wonder if he thought
Julia might have...?"

     He paused and I nudged him and continued before he went on. "It might
have been a second packet," I said mischievously.

     "My sister's not like that," he retorted hotly, "You're not to say
things like that!"

     Well, well, he was being defensive of his sister's good name!  I did
the only thing to calm him down.  I reached down and held his stiffening
cock.

     "You like doing things and so did Chris and the other is just like
I've done to you."

     "But they're not married!"

     "Nor are we."

     "You know what I mean.  You're not supposed to do it to girls unless
you're married to them."

     "But those things stop babies so I don't suppose it matters then."

     Matt was getting very worked up.

     "I heard Mum say to Julia once she had to be careful or she wouldn't
be responsible for the consequences and Julia rushed up to her room and
slammed the door.  Do you think it was because she and Chris...?"

     "I don't know," I said, "I haven't got a sister.  Mike's got four and
one's just got married."

     To calm him down a bit I told him about Mike watching Eamonn tossing
off. It didn't calm him down as he wanted to be tossed off himself and then
he gave me my fourth for the day.  Nice and slow!  Aaaah!

                                *

     Aunt Mary asked us at breakfast if we minded cycling out to Ashburn
Hall to take some eggs to old Lady Bing and check whether she was well
enough to come to dinner with her daughter the next evening.  Miss P was
having a good giggle while this was going on and went off before we could
find out the reason.  Aunt Mary supplied us with directions and we set off
on our bikes with a large basket tied to my handlebars.  Bran decide he
would come with us and loped along as we rode down the country lanes.

     Ashburn Hall was about five miles away so it didn't take long, except
it had an enormous drive edged by a very tall hedge of trees and bushes.
We found a side entrance to the huge house and left Bran guarding our
bikes.  An elderly maid answered the door and took us through to a large
room overlooking a ploughed up paddock.  The maid took the basket and the
envelope with the message in and disappeared off.  A few minutes later an
equally elderly lady came into the room and said her mother was not yet up
but was delighted at the invitation and they would both be glad to come.

     She seemed a bit formidable and, if this was the daughter, how old was
the mother?  Then she asked who we were and Matt explained he was Captain
Ward's son and his father was in the Navy and I was Dr Thomson's son and we
often visited Mrs Crossley with her great-nephew.  She visibly thawed as
Matt told his tale and I noticed she was looking at me very intently.  When
he had finished she asked if we would like to have some tea and home- made
biscuits.  Of course, we assented to this invitation.  She rang the bell
and the elderly maid came back and took the instructions and we were taken
into an even larger drawing- room.  This house was much bigger than Mrs
Crossley's!

     I got over my initial nervousness and asked if this was Ashburn Farm
as I remembered that was where Piers had ridden that January the first and
got two duck.  I found out that Ashburn Farm belonged to the estate but was
further down the winding lane.  She wanted to know why and I told her.  She
smiled and said she had known Piers very well and she said her husband had
also been killed in the Great War.  She took us through to another room
which was even larger still and this had lots of portraits on the walls and
she pointed out both her husband, looking very handsome in officer's
uniform, and Lady Bing's late husband, Sir Walter.  There was even a photo
of Piers on the ornate sideboard.  She picked it up and held it out for me
to see, at the same time peering intently again at me.  After Matt had told
her all about wanting to go into the Navy like his father it was time for
us to leave.  There was still no sign of Lady Bing but her daughter said
that she and her mother would arrive at six as they were used to dining
early these days to save electricity.


     Miss P was in the kitchen when we got back to Ulvescott, tired and
very hungry.  Matt gave Bran a large bowl of water and Miss P found some
leftover bits for him.

     "How did you get on with the Duchess?" she asked as soon as we were
settled at the table.

     "The Duchess?" I asked, surprised.

     "Yes, her husband was a Duke but he didn't come back from the Somme,
just like Piers and many of the others in his regiment.  We didn't tell you
she was a Duchess in case you were too overawed."

     "I thought she was jolly nice," said Matt, stoutly.  "She said she was
glad I was going into the Navy as they needed lads like me!"

     Miss P twinkled at me.  "And what about you, Jacko, what did you
think?"

     "I was a bit nervous when we first met her but she was very nice
especially when Matt was telling her about his plans.  And we had tea and
biscuits," I added.

     Miss P grinned.  "Yes, she's alright when she unbends and you must
have made an impression on her.  Wait until you meet mother though, she's
ninety this year!"


     After lunch we went round to see if Hans and Herr Vogel wanted any
help.  Miss P gave us some bread and chicken to give them.  However, Hans
was alone and sawing away.  He eyed the proffered gifts with enthusiasm and
promptly ate the lot leaving none for Herr Vogel.  He explained he was back
at the camp and wasn't coming to the house today so why waste good food.

     He said the food had cheered him up as he was missing his family and
it was his birthday next week.  I translated this for Matt who quite
spontaneously went up to Hans and put his hand on his arm and said he was
sorry and he hoped the war would be over soon then everyone would be happy
and everyone could be with their families.  Poor old Hans, he didn't know
whether to laugh or cry when I told him all this.  He reached out and gave
Matt a real bear-hug and grasped my hand at the same time.  After that we
sat and talked for about an hour with me translating back and forth and I
think Hans was a lot more cheerful when we left him and said we would be
round to say cheerio next day as we were going home on Sunday morning.


     I had a really good practice before dinner that evening and Bran sat
quietly beside me as I played.  Mrs Crossley asked if I minded playing to
Lady Bing and her daughter the next evening before dinner and I said I
would be delighted.  She explained that in her younger days Lady Bing had
been a famous singer and came from a very musical family.

     Matt was still very inquisitive over the things I had found of Chris's
when we went to bed.  After a while and when we were both in a very high
state of randiness through stroking and squeezing each other's rigid cocks
he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

     "Would you like to do something without a French letter?"

     He then giggled and turned over in bed and guided my erect tool into
the crack of his bum.

     I didn't need any second bidding, but I did need some lubrication
which fortunately was to hand in the jar on the chest by the bed.  I
stretched out an arm and quickly uncapped it and plopped a dollop on the
end of my dick and smeared a finger full into his crack.  He wriggled his
buttocks and I poised myself. I reached round him and stroked his balls
which made him wriggle again and then I pushed slowly and firmly on his
puckered hole.  It was quite easy.  He relaxed and I slid slowly in.

     We turned together until he was on his front and, as he raised his
rear a bit, I pressed further in rocking back and forth slowly but firmly.
He responded by squeezing my length by contracting his muscles and I felt
my stuff was going to be forced out of me very quickly if I couldn't slow
things down.  I couldn't stop and felt the usual deep throbbing beginning.
I thrust down harder so my dick was in as far as possible and came with a
whole series of massive jerks of my whole lower body.  Poor Matt collapsed
on the bed with me still bumping my pelvis against his buttocks as I shot
my load.

     Even when the hefty jerks stopped I still twitched with my dick fully
rigid in him.  I didn't want to withdraw and left my cock in as long as I
could.  Matt was panting by this time and was ready for his own eruption.
I manoeuvred us over onto his left side with me still impaling him and
tucked the towel round his cock.  I put my hand inside the towel and
grasped his prick and tossed him off to a series of grunts and whistlings
through his open mouth.  We lay still for ages after he came while I slowly
softened and withdrew.  I slid off the bed and went to the bathroom and
washed my cock.  While I was doing this Matt came in for a pee and to clean
himself up.  When I had finished I stood and watched as he dried himself.

     "Did you like that?" he whispered, "I did!"

     I went towards him and held out my hand and stroked his cock.  "Yep, I
did too, and I've got a sudden urge again now as well!"

     We got back into bed and immediately lay head to cock across the bed
and slowly sucked each other off.  We came almost together with much
gentler jerks and twitches than the last time and moved to lie head to
head.  All I remember after that was holding Matt's hand to my cock as I
drifted off to sleep.

                                *
                    Saturday April 15th 1944

     At least the sun was trying to shine when I pulled the curtains back
on Saturday morning.  Matt was still asleep so I washed and dressed and let
Bran in when he bumped at the door.  He immediately went up to the bed and
nuzzled Matt and woke him up.  I stood and watched as Matt and Bran had one
of their wrestling matches.  Bran rolled over onto his back and squirmed
and wriggled as Matt tickled his chest and stomach then he flipped over and
floored Matt with quite a thump.  He then set about licking Matt's face and
then his neck and chest and I could imagine what might happen if he
proceeded further down.  Matt's cock in any case was not exactly limp!
However, with a final lick, Bran sat up on his back legs, one paw on Matt's
chest with Matt helplessly giggling, and looked up at me as if to say `I am
the winner!'.  Bran then delicately removed his paw and stood on all fours
and came over to me and licked my outstretched hand.  I patted him on the
head as Matt struggled pantingly to his feet.

     "Gosh, he's a dog, isn't he?" he said, rather obviously, "Wish I could
take him home."

     "You wanted to do that last time you were here," I reminded him, "What
would you feed him on, anyway?"

     "Don't know, but I like him," he said wistfully, "But I think he's
really your dog, you know, he thinks you're Piers!"

     At this Bran gave a low growl and licked my hand again.  He was a
strange dog!

     Matt went off and washed while I fished out my diary and made a note
of what we had done the last couple of days.  I also put my own quota of
marks and did a quick count.  I took it into the bathroom where Matt was
surveying his freshly washed body in the long mirror.

     "Hey, Matt," I said, pointing to the book, "You know we were counting
up Piers' weekly score."  He nodded. "Well, since last Saturday, that's a
week with last night, mine's the same, seventeen."

     Matt grinned.  "You'd better wait until tonight 'cause you'll beat
that - I have haven't I?"

     I didn't respond to that but went back to the bedroom and waited for
him to reappear.  He came back whistling tunelessly and sat on the edge of
the bed idly caressing his now almost rigid cock.

     "What shall we do today?" he asked.

     "If you keep doing that you'll have a quick reply!" I retorted.

     Rude boy!  He stuck his tongue out and at the same time pulled down
hard on his rod pulling his skin down over his knob.

     "Watch this," he said with emphasis, snatching up the towel on the
pillow and chucking it on the floor, "Piers has nothing on me!"

     He slid down onto the edge of the bed and half sat with his legs wide
open as he jacked himself off.  I noticed that Bran was watching him
intently as he pumped away and as he shot his load over the towel Bran gave
a little bark.

     "I don't know if Bran approves of your nasty habits," I said as the
final drops squirted from his knob, "He's a very refined dog and it was bad
enough with Roo doing it in front of him."

     Gosh, this really did affect Matt.  His hand dropped from his prick
and he had a look of dismay on his face.

     "You don't think he knows about all this?" he asked with great concern
in his voice.

     I went over to where Bran was sitting on his haunches and put my arm
run his neck.  He looked up at me and, again, I could have sworn he gave me
a grin.

     "Of course he does," I improvised, "Dogs have their own ways of
pleasing themselves and I expect he knows all about humans as well without
you and Roo whacking off in front of him."

     "You're pulling my leg," Matt said, but still concerned.

     "Not so much as you pulling that thing in front of him!" I said giving
Bran a hug.  "He'll teach you evil habits, won't he?" I said addressing
Bran.

     "You told me he knew all about it!" he said crossly, realising I
wasn't being serious.  With that he stalked off to the bathroom and I heard
the water running noisily into the sink.

     I hugged Bran and he licked my hand.  He pulled his head free and
walked to the bathroom door.  I followed and watched as he went over to
where Matt was standing and nudged his leg.  Then he raised his head and
licked Matt's bare arm.  Matt smiled, all was forgiven!

     I went back to the bedroom and Bran came through a moment later.  He
walked to the door and waited while I went over and opened it and went
downstairs together.

     I was already tucking into breakfast when Matt came in all apologetic
to Miss P who appeared at that moment with a rack of hot toast.

     "We've got a busy day today," she said cheerfully, "Lady Bing and the
Duchess, us four and Miriam for dinner tonight.  Two of the women from the
village are coming in to help Mrs Brown and Dora.  It's got to be just so!"
She pursed her lips and held up a finger and thumb.  "Now, we shall need
some wine so could you fetch it up?"  She drew out a piece of paper from a
pocket and consulted it.  "1929 tonight, third door.  Here's the list and
the key is on the rack in the pantry."  She put the paper on the table in
front of me.  "And you'll play before dinner, won't you Jacko?  They'll be
here by six o'clock."

     I looked up and nodded and managed to empty my mouth completely before
answering.

     "Yes, I'll play through the pieces I did for Grade Five.  I know them
all off by heart now."

     "And shall I hand round the sherry?" asked Matt, obviously not wanting
to be left out of things.

     "Good idea," said Miss P, "And you'd better bring up another bottle of
that as well.  You'll find that in room six, it's the same as the bottle in
the pantry."

     We chomped through breakfast then descended to the cellar.  The
mystery of the locked doors was to be revealed!  I picked up the keys to
four doors and we found all the rooms contained dozens of bottles, all
carefully labelled.  The ones on our list were easily found and we lugged
those and the bottle of sherry up to the pantry.

     "No buried treasure down there," said Matt sadly, as I hung the keys
back on the rack.

     "I bet all that wine's worth a bob or two, though," I said, having
never seen so many bottles before.

     "D'you think so?" asked Matt, "There's plenty of it."

     "We'll ask Tony, he'll know."

     Both Hans and Herr Vogel were in the wood barn when we got there and
as we helped them I heard Herr Vogel explaining how they made wine to Matt
so somehow he must have said about the rooms full of wine bottles.  I told
Hans and he laughed and said he'd guessed that's what was in them and he'd
seen Sergeant Higgs once looking through the basement door with a furtive
air, but he'd scuttled off as Hans approached.  I said I would tell Mrs
Crossley so she could check to see if anything was missing.

     Mrs Crossley wasn't around at lunch time but we told Miss P about Hans
seeing Sergeant Higgs snooping in the cellar.  She said they had suspected
something and she would get Mrs Crossley to check the contents.  Then of
course, while we were having lunch, Matt suddenly remembered we hadn't done
any First Aid revision that day so to appease him we spent an hour going
over the first few chapters.  We bandaged Bran's leg and he didn't mind and
in the end I left him with Matt who was still reading and went to practice
the piano.  I hadn't been playing long before both came into the room.

     "Sorry, Jacko," said Matt, rather breathlessly, "Bran got really tied
up in knots trying to get the bandage off when he heard you start to play."

     Bran sat by the piano quite calmly now and Matt disappeared with the
First Aid book into the study.  I was so engrossed I didn't realise how
time flew.  It was Matt again, this time summoning me to tea in the
breakfast room.  The kitchen was a flurry of activity and we were told to
have a look at the dining room by Miss P.  This was laid up very formally
and she explained we would be having four courses and if we didn't know to
watch her to find out which cutlery to use!

     Time was getting on so we went up to get washed and changed and made
ourselves look as smart as possible.  Miriam was already sitting in the
drawing room when we came down again and gave us a friendly grin.

     "Big night tonight, boys," she said conspiratorially, "We've got to
make a good impression on the Duchess and her mum!  Are you going to play,
Jacko?"

     I said I was and settled myself on the piano stool and launched into
my now well- rehearsed recital.  I'd been playing for a while when I heard
the grand entrance and Miriam and Matt being introduced.  I finished the
piece I was playing and stood up.
   Sitting next to the Duchess was a very old, but very spry lady in an
old-fashioned long dress.

     "Thank you," she said inclining her head, "I particularly liked the
Haydn you were playing then."

     I thanked her and was about to leave the piano.

     "Do you know any Brahms?" Lady Bing enquired.

     I said I did and sat down to play a lullaby I'd learned some time ago.

     Lady Bing was smiling when I turned round.

     "Very great composer was Brahms.  I knew him, sang to him first of all
in '80, very complimentary.  You must learn some more, one of the
rhapsodies."  He turned to her daughter. "Stella," she ordered, "Play
number one."

     The Duchess was deep in conversation with Mrs Crossley but stood up
obediently and came over to the piano.  She gave me a wry smile and winked.
Winked at by a Duchess!

     She sat and launched into a very spirited performance of something I'd
heard Mrs Tring play one day.  She was good and everyone sat up to listen.

     As soon as she finished, before the last note had died away
completely, Lady Bing commented in a loud voice, "Only piece she can play
properly..."

     A deathly silence ensued, broken by Lady Bing continuing, "...Properly
without the music.  Plays quite well otherwise, don't you think?"

     This remark was addressed to me.  The Duchess had left the piano and
had resumed her seat so I was facing her as well.  She looked intently at
me.

     "Yes, I liked that, I'm not good enough yet to play something like
that but I've heard my music teacher play it." I said, hoping that answer
would be sufficient.

     "Stella had the best teachers, too," continued Lady Bing, "Wouldn't
practice though.  Too busy riding horses.  And I haven't sung for thirty
years now so I like to hear good playing.  That new invention the wireless
is good.  Do you listen?"

     I said I did and then had to list the last three concerts I'd listened
to which she said she had also heard and told me that she had also known
Sir Edward and had met Verdi on one of her tours in Italy.  I was most
impressed but was at last rescued by Matt intervening and asking if more
sherry was wanted.  Luckily Lady Bing held out her glass for replenishment
and the cross examination finished.  Miriam signalled to me that my glass
was on the side table and I went and sat by her as Lady Bing launched into
an interrogation of Matt and his accomplishments and future plans.

     At last someone rang the dinner gong and we filed into the dining
room.
  As youngest I had to escort Lady Bing who proceeded to give me a
r‚sum‚ of her life as we sat through dinner, which, actually, I found
fascinating.  She had studied in Germany and I asked her, in German, where,
and we continued the conversation in German for some time much to the
amusement of the others.  She had also met and knew many famous musicians,
some I hadn't heard of but made a mental note to ask Mrs Tring.

     As we ate I kept an eye on Miss P so I hoped I didn't make any errors
with the cutlery, or the glasses.  I had three glasses of wine and felt
very full and very happy when we left the table.  Lady Bing remarked that
she didn't expect the gentlemen would stay at table for cigars and we could
continue our conversation in the drawing room.

     With all the eating and talking it was ten o'clock before Lady Bing
announced they must be off.  We all went to the front door where a very
ancient motor car was standing.  The Duchess proceeded to start it up using
a crank handle and then hopped in very quickly and drove off with both
waving through the open windows.

     "Well, Jacko," said Mrs Crossly as I went up the steps with her, "You
managed that all very well.  Poor Stella does have to put up with a great
deal."

     I said I'd had a marvellous evening and I quite liked Lady Bing who
was most interesting.

     "Good for you," replied Mrs Crossley, "It took the pressure off
Stella, anyway."

     Miriam had left at the same time as the others and Mrs Crossley and
Miss P said they were off to bed so Matt and I followed suit.

     Matt was giggling as we got to the room.

     "I had five glasses of that wine," he said, tripping over his feet as
he closed the door.  "And look at this!"

     He dropped his trousers and pants and displayed a rapidly enlarging
dick.

     "Come on," he commanded, "I've got a sudden urge."

     I had to rush and have a quick pee and when I got back he was already
lying in bed with a big grin on his face.  I was beside him within moments
and then head to tail as we sucked at each other avidly.  I came first,
even if he had a sudden urge, and, as I was pumping the last squirts of
come into his mouth, I felt his muscles go taut.
  I had my lips clamped round the base of his knob end as he started to
jerk.  I gave his knob a final lick and felt his mouth tighten round my
still stiff prick just before he sprayed the inside of my mouth with a
tremendous amount of spunk.  I swallowed hard as his prick pushed further
into my mouth and we lay still gently sucking on each other for a couple of
minutes.
  Matt's dick began to soften so I let it drop from my moth.  He did the
same with mine, although it was still rigid.

     "Need a pee," he whispered and disappeared off to the bog.

     I rearranged myself and felt my still engorged tool.  I wanted it
again!

     Matt slid back into bed and turned his back on me.

     "Need my beauty sleep now," he whispered.

     I need another wank or something, I thought.  He was soon snoring
softly and I was determined not to waste my erection.  I felt over the top
of the bedside cabinet and located the ever useful jar.  I put the towel
between us and put the usual dollop of Vaseline on my knob end.  Although
it was cool it only served to make me want to come even more.  I nestled up
to Matt and guided my dick into the crack of his arse and felt for his
ring.  I drew my finger end across it and pressed slightly.  He was very
relaxed and my finger went in easily.  I took my finger away and guided my
dick to the spot, pushed and it went in smoothly.  I rocked back and forth
as my dick slid in as far as it could.  Matt was responding with slight
tightenings of his muscles and then I felt myself coming.  My thighs jerked
against him and I grunted with open mouth against his neck.  I must have
produced a colossal amount as I felt contraction after contraction as my
spunk pumped into him.  I lay very still and let his movements massage my
still hard, aching prick.

     "That was lovely," he murmured and promptly began to snore more
deeply.

     I withdrew bit-by-bit and holding my still erect cock I went to the
bathroom to give it a good wash.  It gradually softened as I washed it and
when I looked in the mirror I was very pleased to note that even over the
last month it had really grown longer.  As I crept back into bed I thought
that perhaps my cousins, or even Matt, wouldn't be beating me for length
much longer!


To be Continued: