I came downstairs after I had taken my bath and carefully perfumed myself all over- remember, I was on the seduction tour. The breakfast table was ready, and Mother, Father and Jean were waiting for me…
I had not dressed myself and told Jean to do the same, so the two of us were just wearing our housecoats. Father looked a bit surprised at this rather unusual outfit for his tastes, but he didn't say anything.
Jean winked an eye at me as if she wanted to say: “He is finally learning, the old prude!”
I winked back at her and decided not to make any excuse or explanation for my way of dressing. The least said the better, and besides, he was going to leave for church right after breakfast, so why should we worry. Breakfast went on very pleasantly and Father didn't insist we should join him in going to church, instead he more or less wanted us to stay home.
“You have been away for such a long time, Mitzy,” he said, “I think your mother and sister and you couldn't really enjoy Mass today. I'm sure the three of you have a terrible lot to talk about and I think for this once, you should stay home instead of going to church. Talk all you want and have fun. I will be back later in the afternoon.”
Since my father had to fulfill his duties as a church elder he always had to leave very early on a Sunday and he stayed at church most of the day. This of course would give me a lot of opportunity to have something more than just talks and fun with my mother and sister.
After Father had left we quickly washed the dishes and sat down to enjoy another cup of coffee. I seated myself close to Mother and giving Jean a wink to pay good attention I opened my first attack on her…
“Don't you think we are nice and cozy in here? I mean the way we are, Mother,” I said. “The only thing I don't understand is why you have dressed completely. Why have you not just put on something thin and flimsy. I'm sure Jean and I are much more comfortable than you are. It's still very early and already it's rather warm. It is certainly going to be a very warm day and in a moment you will be very uncomfortable the way you are dressed. If there is anything I can't stand, it's clothes clinging to my body on a hot day. You should see the way I sometimes walk around in my room at the hotel. I wear absolutely nothing at all, and it feels just marvelous.”
“You know perfectly well, your father doesn't approve of walking around in the house not properly dressed, Mitzy,” my mother said, already looking a little more uncertain. “You know how quickly he considers a dress to be indecent, how quickly he thinks you are half-naked. I was really surprised when he didn't say anything to Jean or you about it. Oh, as far as I'm concerned, it's all right, but I don't want to upset your father with this sort of thing, especially on a Sunday. You know how careful he is about keeping the respect of the neighbors since he has become a church elder.”
“But he will be away for the rest of the day, at least till the end of the afternoon. He won't find out. And concerning the neighbors, they won't find out either. We can always close the curtains, can't we? And as far as I'm concerned they can think what they please about the closed curtains, I don't care. As long as I'm in the house I can do as I bloody well please and I don't have to ask permission for anything from the neighbors.”
“Well, I don't know, Mitzy. We have to live in this village. It's all right for you, you are far away from it, living your own life. And I'm certain it's a lot more exciting than ours here. I wonder what it is like, to love a life completely different from the way of life we have here. It must be so much more exciting, so much more varied. I hope you're not doing anything bad.”
“Oh come on now, Mother. What do you mean by 'bad'? I have a marvelous time. I make more money than I ever would make here in this drab old town. I meet interesting people, nice people, and I thoroughly enjoy myself in all sorts of ways. And I have found out that one of the ways to really enjoy yourself is that you have to lose your inhibitions. As soon as you have lost that sort of a burden, you really start to live. You do as you please; you dress as you please, especially when you are in your own surroundings like we are here. Come, Mother, why don't you join us? Make yourself comfortable. Put on something nice and easy. In the meantime I'm going to get from my suitcase something we need to make us feel really comfortable.”
I hurried up the stairs and took the bottle of liqueur from my suitcase I had brought especially for the occasion-if it was going to develop like this. I also took the dildo with me, but for the time being I stuck it in the large pocket of my housecoat. Coming down and back in the living room I showed them the bottle of liqueur.
“Let's all have a glass of this, while we have another cup of coffee.”
“I'm certain your father would not like this, Mitzy,” my mother said.
“Oh, Mother, don't be such a spoil-sport. How could he know about it? Come on, let's get some glasses and take a sip. It will make you feel so nice. It's very good liqueur, you know. I'm sure you will love it.”
Without waiting for her answer I took some glasses from the cupboard and poured a drink for each of us. Once I had filled the glasses, I didn't have too much trouble persuading her to take a glass.
Little Jean was already sipping hers and soon the three of us were happily chatting away about everything we could think about.
It certainly looked like Mother wanted to forget the way she was dressed and she certainly took care not to look Jean or me in the eyes. Somewhere, the atmosphere I was trying to create was taking some effect on her, and I wasn't going to stop her in any way. After a couple of glasses of the liqueur, Mother began to loosen up quite a bit and she was ready to be pushed a bit further on the road to her seduction. Imagine that! I, her daughter, was going to seduce a woman of her age. But after all, she had been cooped up in this tomb of a village for so long I could hardly expect her to be the one to take the first steps. So I was going to give her a hand and have some pleasure in it for myself, and for Jean as well. I knew she was going to be grateful after she had made the necessary steps and she and Jean were going to have a marvelous time afterwards. That reminded me of something else as well. I had to find out what had happened to my friend, Mary. If she still lived around here I wanted to meet her and see how she was getting on these days. If my mother was going to be just as lascivious as I thought she was, I think she would appreciate it to have somebody else besides Jean to make love to, and Jean would also love the things Mary could do for her. But first things first. Let's get on with the seduction.
Jean was really feeling the effects of the drinks she had had and she was clinging rather close to me and occasionally we exchanged some kisses which were just that little bit more than a peck on the cheek between two sisters.
Whenever we embraced I could see from the corner of my eyes that Mother was watching us very closely, and it must have given her some indication about the things we could have done, and did, last night. Her imagination was running away with her, because she looked all excited and hungry for the same sort of kisses Jean and I were giving each other.
The poor woman was actually being pushed on the road of vice and her narrow-mindedness quickly disappeared. But I'm doing her injustice really to accuse her of being narrow-minded. The way she had been carrying on with herself and the priest when I still stayed at home, one couldn't really call her narrow-minded. But to me she still was-but that isn't really a comparison, is it? Now she was going to learn about lesbian lovemaking and incestuous lesbianism at that.
I decided to take matters in hand and help her along on this new road to pleasure.
“Are you sure you are feeling all right, Mother,” I asked in my sweetest voice. “You do look a little red and bothered in the face.”
“I'm feeling fine, Mitzy. It's just that I think it terribly hot in here. Don't you think so too?”
“I must confess, it's a bit warm in here, but I don't feel it so much and I'm sure Jean is just as comfortable as I am. After all, we are very lightly dressed. And you are still wearing those awful warm clothes. Why don't you change into something more comfortable, like I suggested before. Something like Jean and I are wearing-it will make you feel much better and cooler. You will enjoy yourself more…”
This time I knew my arguments were more successful. She couldn't resist any longer, and without protesting she stood up, left us, and went to her bedroom.
I quickly closed the windows as soon as she had left the room, the room now being lighted with an intimate and dimmed sort of light. My mother didn't show her surprise when she came back to the room and found the curtains drawn. She had put on a light housecoat, one I'm sure Father didn't know she had, looking much more comfortable and cool.
“You were so right, Mitzy,” she said, “this is much better. I feel much more comfortable. Could I have another glass of that lovely liqueur? It has certainly made me feel good and I think we are really going to enjoy ourselves today. It's already one of the nicest Sundays I have had for ages. I only think you are up to some real naughty things. I hope you know what you are doing…”
I filled her glass again and bringing it over to her, I seated myself on her lap… Turning my face to her I took good care to let my coat fall open, exposing my nude breasts… I think she had not thought I would be completely naked under my housecoat and seeing my bare tits right under her eyes she actually blushed and tried to look in another direction.
“Cover yourself, Mitzy dear,” she said. “You are all naked under your housecoat and your breasts are showing.”
“Well, what is so wrong about that,” I answered. “After all you are my mother and surely you have seen me nude before today. I don't think I have to be ashamed about my breasts. Don't you think they are beautiful? I love my breasts. I love to look at them, stroke them. It makes me feel all nice.”
“Of course you have beautiful breasts, my dear, but you are a grown woman now and it's not nice to talk about stroking your breasts. Your sister is also in the room and it is not decent to talk about those things.”
“Well, quite frankly, I haven't the faintest inclination to be decent. And you might just as well stop worrying about Jean here. She and I talked last night and I think she also takes after you. I love to be indecent, to tell you the truth,” I said, jumping from her lap. “I love to be as indecent as possible and I'm sure you have the same feelings. After all, I'm your daughter. Look at me, Mother dear, loot at your indecent daughter very closely. I'm going to show you how I feel like, how I want to be. You will join us in our indecency, in our vice, in our pleasure! Look at me, Mother, look at me and lose your inhibitions. I've lost mine and I'm happy about it. I love it all! Look at me!”
I opened my coat and throwing it from my shoulders I showed myself to my confused mother as naked as the day I was born. The poor woman almost choked in her drink and looked at me with bulging, burning eyes that almost popped out of her head. She was completely speechless, unable to utter a single word, her embarrassment increasing when my hotheaded little sister followed me by also throwing off her housecoat. Naked, the two of us stood in front of our mother. Due to our excitement, our bushes of cunt hairs glistening with little drops of spunky cunt-juice. We were getting quite randy indeed and my mother was feeling the same, although she didn't take any action herself. She was still speechless when Jean started to talk to her.
“Please, Mother,” she said, “take off your coat as well. Be naked with us, like Mitzy and I are. It will make you feel so wonderful, so lasciviously randy. We are all of the same stock, you, Mitzy and I. We are randy bitches and there is no need to deny it. Let your passions come to the surface. Live with them! Masturbate! Frig yourself! We know you like to do it. Mitzy has told me about it, how she saw you doing it-and in the presence of our parish priest while you sucked his cock! I'm going to suck a cock as well, one of these days. Come, Mother, do like Mitzy and me. Look, I'm already bringing my hand to my slit. I know you do it the same way in the afternoon, when you are taking your 'rest.' I've heard you.”
“Look at her, Mother,” I said. “Look at her and me. Look at what we are going to do. How good we are at it! How much we love it! Oh, I love it all, the obscenity of it-the three of us wanking… anything we can think of! There is so much we can do, and will do. All the things you have been dreaming about, I have been dreaming about. I have thought about this for such a long time. I knew you were going to fall for it, and you have already fallen for it. You can't stop yourself now. You have gone too far. It has made you too excited, too fucking randy. I know you will do anything now. For how long have you wished this to happen? You must have known I would be the same as you are, and Jean is too. She loves it all. The poor girl couldn't get enough of it last night. She had only been doing it alone, like you, but now there is no more need for that. We are three of us now and later on there will be the two of you, loving each other, doing it all together in your rooms — anywhere you can think of, in all possible ways. Let's do it all this afternoon. Let's make this a start of something wonderful, something you will enjoy for years to come! Look at us, Mother, we are already doing it. Let's give you a good view of our pussies, show you how we do it. You'll love to see us like this. And you are entitled to have a good look at our manipulations.”
I had my hand on my hot-box and stepping closer to her chair I placed one foot on it, moving my knee outward, giving her a view of my dripping slit, of my fingers kneading my clit as they roamed deep within my cunt.
Without stopping to masturbate herself Jean also moved closer to Mother, and taking a position on the other side of her she gave our mother the same sort of view I had offered her. Our mutual friggings broke her last barrier and with a choked cry she opened her coat.
Her heavy tits came out and, opening her legs as wide as possible, she showed her bushy cunt to good advantage. She had still not said a single word-she just opened her legs and the moist lips of her prominent cunt opened automatically. For the last quarter of an hour she must have gone through a sweet sort of voluptuous hell, becoming more and more excited with every minute that passed, without daring to take the necessary steps to overcome this sweet torture herself. The swollen red clit popped from between the hairy lips and with a relieved and happy sigh she began to play with this stiff protuberance, with a fervor and delight I knew so well from her. Deftly her agile fingers played with it, frigging it, pinching it. Proving to Jean and myself the long and fruitful practice she had had in this. And finally she began to speak.
“What have the two of you brought me to. I will never be able to look you or your father straight in the eyes. This is no good. This can't be any good at all. But I can't help myself any longer. You two have pushed me too far. And you knew this was going to happen. You two all planned this before. All my lust and passions are coming out. Yes, I have wanted to do this for a long time. I knew you did it, and you, Jean! I knew about you as well. How often have I wished you should find me out. Yes, I have been lusting after my daughters for a long time. This incestuous lusting… it's wrong. I know it is wrong, but I don't care. I have waited for it too long now, and now that I have it, I can't go back. If only your father would have been another man, I would have been another woman. Or maybe not… maybe this all had to come out after all. Maybe all this would have happened sooner. It would have been so much better then. I would have enjoyed it longer, because-I have to admit it-I'm enjoying all this. You two girls like to see your mother like this, don't you? You are two vicious little girls, and lascivious! You love to see your mother playing with herself while you are doing the same thing. And how well do the two of you do it! You both love playing with your cunts. You take after me in that respect, and I love you two for it. I-yes-I really love to do this. I so much wish to cream in your presence. I want to see the spunk spurting from your cunts! Oh, my darlings, it's almost there. I'm almost coming! Please do it with me! Frig yourself harder. Join me in coming! Let's cream together! Show me your juice flowing over your fingers. Let me smell your lovely juices. Give me the smell from your spunking cunts. I love you both… I love you… love you… and… and… and… yes, yes, yes! I'm coming… cooooming… ooooooh… ooooh… aaaagh… I'm coming… cooooming…!”
With this last outcry of lust she abandoned a torrent of sticky cunt juice over her flying fingers, a sight which set Jean and me creaming. Standing over her like we were, we let the spunk drip down from our spunking cunts on her thighs and, looking at it, Mother involuntarily licked her lips.
“Go on, Mother dear, don't hesitate-do as you please. Lick our spendings away. There is nothing as good as the fresh spunk right after it has spurted from a frigged quim. Go ahead, it's all yours.”
Jean looked shocked at this. Obviously she had never thought about the possibility of sucking another woman. But she would learn… and very soon at that…
Mother didn't look too surprised at my invitation. She must have been thinking along these lines during her solitary long afternoons, and maybe her practice in sucking the priest's prick, letting the juice spurt in her mouth when he came, swallowing it all with a certain delight must have given her the right ideas. Taking me first she brought her head to our dripping slits and with a couple of swift strokes she cleaned us of our spendings.
“That's the very first time I have ever done anything like this… to another woman, I mean. The priest, yes-I loved to suck his bulging prick. I loved the taste of his spunk in my mouth. Unfortunately your father would never let me do this to him. I tried when we were first married, but he became terribly angry. Insulted he was! He called me names, told me I was acting like a woman of the streets. We have never tried it since, but I love to do it, and a woman should be just as good-maybe even better. I already liked the sight of the two of you frigging yourself better than I like to see the priest frig himself. Maybe I'm a lesbian after all! But I'm not going to worry about things like that any longer. I love to suck you, and the taste is too marvelous for words!”
“Why don't you really go down on Jean then, Mother? She has never been sucked before. I know she will love it. She already looks like she is close to coming. Suck her, Mother, make her come with your mouth. She will spend in your mouth. The juice will fill you with its lukewarm stickiness and you will know the delight of sucking a spunking cunt. Come on, Mother, don't hesitate any longer. Jean is ready for you to be licked, to be sucked…”
And Jean was! At my first mentioning that she be sucked by Mother, she had thrown herself at her and now was kissing hungrily. Her initial disgust at this supreme act of love had been completely overcome and now she was ready and eager to start this new thing. She was learning very quickly indeed, with the eagerness of somebody who wanted to learn everything in as short a time as possible.
“Would you really like to do that, Mother?” she asked. “I hope you will, and I also long to suck you. I'm also a novice to this sort of thing, but together we will learn the right way to do it. Mitzy will tell us what to do. She seems to know everything about these things. She already has given us so much to have pleasure in. Let's also do this new thing. I love to feel your tongue in my slit. Already the thought is making me feel all nice and warm. And I want to feel my tongue between your lovely hairy lips, sucking your juices, your creamy come juices. Oh, Mother, let's make love this way!”
I didn't have to tell them anything at all. Nature happens to be the best teacher. Mother laid herself down on her back and little Jean, growing up fast she was, crouched over her. For two newcomers to the scene they quickly found the best position. A perfect sixty-nine. Jean's head disappeared between Mother's legs, her mouth wide open, eager to have her first taste of cunt. When her mouth touched Mother's dripping slit she let her swollen cunt down on her mother's face, who welcomed this fleshy fruit with a tongue, stiff and pointed ready to go at it.
From the way they started to slobber each other one would have thought they had never done anything else. They performed their act of tribadism like the best of Sappho's followers.
They licked each other's slits voluptuously, filling the room with the familiar smell of cunt, and the sounds of lapping and sucking. How many times had I already watched a scene like that? How many times had I taken part in it myself? How many times had I experienced a wonderful orgasm this way? I couldn't tell, having lost track long ago, but it still had its exciting effect on me. I also wanted to bring on the happy spasms. I wanted to be the watcher this time, but still I also wanted and needed another creamy come. And there is the old familiar way of amusing oneself when alone, or when watching others perform a lascivious scene of love and passion. Masturbating, wanking, tossing off, whatever you might call it- it's just a different name for the same nice and gratifying thing.
I was just about to bring my hand to my slit and frig myself in unison with them when I remembered that I had brought my good old rubber friend with me. Yes, I was going to stuff myself with my lovely dildo, and cream over its hard rubber stem… make myself happy with it…
Taking it from the pocket of my housecoat, I licked and kissed it in order to make it nice and slippery so it would go in to the hilt in one swift shove. Seating myself in a chair close to the writhing pair on the floor who were still thoroughly enjoying their sixty-nine, I threw my legs over the armrests of the chair to get the best penetration of the dildo.
I don't think it really had been necessary to wet the rubber dong with my mouth. I was very wet and nicely oiled for anything up to a horse's prick and without any trouble the huge stem of my dildo disappeared in my slit all the way. The way I was sitting I struck bottom with the very first shove and the whole terrible length was taken by my cunt with a sucking noise.
With slow and long strokes I manipulated the huge rubber prick in and out of my cunt, enjoying the thrill the bulky thickness gave me. The dilating lips of my cunt closed around the fat stem tightly. It soon brought on the desired results and the delicious feeling of my rapidly approaching orgasm spread all through my body.
The two on the floor were, just like me, on the verge of coming. Muffled sounds came from between their legs. Their laboring mouths slobbered at the swollen cunt lips of the other, and they bucked up and down on the floor, while they tried to give each other as much pleasure as possible. I yelled some encouraging obscenities at them, firing them on to suck each other harder, to make each other come quickly. They didn't really need any encouragement from my side but obviously it still excited them to hear I was also taking pleasure in their antics.
All of a sudden, their bodies shook in strong convulsions and their sucking became even more feverish. Without a doubt they were in the process of creaming in each other's mouths, filling each other's mouths with sticky, slimy cunt juice as it burst from their excited slits. Seeing them writhing like that, I gave the dildo one more mighty shove and creamed over the hard rubber length of its stem. Slowly and carefully I agitated the fake dick in my spunking cunt till the last drops of juice had dripped from my slit and the passion slowly ebbed from my body. At that precise and precarious moment, the door opened and my father stepped into the room!
The poor man! It's impossible to describe his astonishment at the spectacle his dear wife and two darling daughters offered him. His poor eyes simply left his head in his amazement and shock at the impossible things he saw happening right before his eyes. He couldn't have been more shocked and surprised if somebody had suddenly dealt him a blow on the head with a hammer. He couldn't have been stunned more! And we didn't really scare-that must have been the limit to his endurance. Instead of trying to flee from the room in utter shame and fright, we just stayed where we were…
Due to the generous amount of consumed liqueur both Mother and Jean took his unexpected entrance in the house rather calmly. All they did was get their heads from between the other's legs and stare at him in complete blank-ness.
I could hardly refrain from laughing at the rather silly expression on their faces, but I didn't want to draw the first outburst of his anger, so I stopped myself by biting my lips. But it wasn't easy.
Father didn't seem to notice I also was in the room. He walked over to Mother and Jean, slowly getting over his first amazement. His face reddened and his anger exploded with a stream of angry curses…
“You shameless and sinful women, all of you,” he thundered. “What kind of devilish tricks do you think you are up to, giving yourself shamelessly over to the sinful pleasures of the flesh. The devil must have taken possession of you all! No woman of mine could behave like this! It must have been the devil talking you into this, naked like the witches on their Sabbaths.”
He went on in that manner for minutes, while we all let him rave till he was too exhausted to utter another word, Jean and Mother still looking at him rather stupidly, while I awaited my turn to give him a piece of my mind.
“If you had stayed around the house more often, instead of running to that awful church all the time, you would have enjoyed life more. You would have enjoyed your marriage more — your wife, who happens to be a beautiful and full-blooded woman, your daughters, who take after her… yourself! Yes, yourself as well! You may not realize this, but you are a fine looking man. Why haven't you ever thought about taking the pleasures of life and enjoy yourself? That is what Jean and Mother have realized after I talked to them. They have never really enjoyed themselves, but they are going to now. In fact, that is exactly what we had been doing, enjoying ourselves while you were spending this lovely day at that drab church of yours.”
Raising myself from the chair I went over to Mother and Jean.
“Take a good look, Father,” I said. “Take a very good look at Mother and Jean here. Don't you see, can't you see, they are both lovely and beautiful in their own respect? Are you so blinded by your religious stupidity you can't see things like that any longer? And the two of them have made love together, the kind of love you could not or would not ever give to Mother. They have loved one another, hotly, passionately, slobbering at each other's cunts. And before they performed that act, the three of us masturbated ourselves, looking at each other, enjoying what we saw. But Mother wanted to go further, having tasted the sweetness of it, and Jean was all for it, so they started to suck one another while I pumped my cunt with this fake dick. Look at my dildo, Father, and see the only state of a cock a woman is interested in! Hard! Ready for love, for pleasure! I'm certain you would have loved to have your cock sucked by Mother, but no, when she wanted to do it, you wouldn't let her. You called her names, told her she was misbehaving. Now she sucks another man's prick. You would never guess whose-the priest's! Yes, our village priest, the one whose church you attend so regularly. Do you realize what you have been missing? Even a so-called “man of God” realizes the pleasures a woman can give him. You have never seen the beauty of Mother, your wife, when she frigs herself. But we are going to show it to you. Oh yes, we are going to show you. They don't want to go back to the drab way of life they have had so far. They want to make love, to have pleasure. And do you really think this has made Mother a lesbian? Mother is just as much a lesbian as Jean and I are lesbians. They may want to make love to another woman sometimes, but if a stiff cock comes their way, they won't hesitate to take it, you can believe me. I'm doing it all the time-making love to women and men as well, and I love to masturbate too. I'm going to show you how I can push this fake dick up Mother's slit, and make her love it. She never had anything like this, and she is going to come with it-like you have never made her come. Watch very closely, Father, you may yet learn how to make love properly with all its variations, with all its perversions. You may even be able to still enjoy this part of life.”
It had been a rather long sort of sermon I had been giving him, but at least I had managed to make him quiet for the moment. Bending over Mother I opened her still-dripping slit and pushed the dildo home.
Father was simply horrified at what I did. Obviously he had never seen his wife's cunt, especially not with a huge fake penis being pushed in it by his own daughter. Despite his horror I also noticed a certain change had come over him. In the front of his trousers a familiar bulge appeared, and happy with my little success so far I decided to push him a little further forward.
“Why don't you come a little closer, Father?” I said. “Come a little closer and have a better view of what I'm doing. Come on, have a good look at my manipulations of your wife's cunt, and remember-she also happens to be my mother and I love what I'm doing to her. Look at the hairy lips contracting around the stem of this rubber prick. Do you see how they seem to suck it in? Her cunt can't get enough of the probing it is giving her. Did her cunt ever close around your prick that tight? Was she ever so interested in the way you fucked her? Don't you wish it was your prick, buried as deep in her cunt as this fake dick is? Or would you rather have her suck you, make you spunk in her lovely mouth? Why don't you open your fly, Father? Take those trousers off if you want to, and show us your dick. I would love to see it, and I'm sure you really would love to show it to your daughter. Come on, Father, you are only human like we are, and there is no going back for us now. We are too far gone already. Why don't you join us and learn the same pleasures we know? Look, Father, my cunt is also dripping. I also want to have some of the fun. And Jean, your youngest daughter, look at her as well. She is already frigging herself. She has already come twice, but she can't get enough of it. She wants it all day, and she doesn't want it alone any longer. Think what you could do to her-what she could do to you! Think, Father, about all those things, but don't think too long. You are wasting good time otherwise, time you could have used to enjoy yourself with us.”
I stopped talking at that moment, because Father, with a tortured cry, ripped his pants open and his rock-hard prick sprang out from his fly. Closing his hand around it he immediately pointed it at Mother's mouth. I only had to give his dong a quick glance to realize he had a real beauty of a prick. I had seen some pricks before, and to say my father's cock beat them all would have been exaggerating, but it still was a tremendous dong with its red, bulging head, some liquid already oozing out of it.
But I didn't have much time to have a real good look, because my mother proved she still loved her husband and the things he had to offer, despite all the things he had made her miss.
Without hesitation she closed her mouth around the huge gland and her mouth made the well-trained sucking motions. At least that was something she had acquired-a certain experience within her long relationship with the priest. After they had established this contact I left them to their own and went over to Jean, who also needed somebody to join her in her obvious excitement, and I can't say the whole thing had left me indifferent either.
I had left Mother the dildo and saw that she was happily pumping away with it, while she still sucked the huge cock, filling her mouth completely. Father was uttering hoarse cries of lust and passion, feeling the pleasure his wife's mouth, sucking his cock, could give him. His eyes were focused on the manipulations of his wife's hand as she pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt with a tremendous speed. Mother's eyes were shining in pleasure and delight, her face showing her happiness, although it was slightly misshapen, due to the throbbing prick in her mouth. Looking at them I felt happy with them. Finally Mother had her husband's cock in her mouth, doing all the things she had been dreaming about, and there was still a lot more to come. And my father was on his way to discovering the pleasures a hot love-life can give a person.
Jean was sitting close to the two and the poor girl was so overcome by excitement she couldn't even find the strength to toss herself off. I went down beside her and closing my hands around her tits I started to play with her nipples. I caressed them with my fingertips and when I had her shuddering in delight I closed my mouth over one of them and my teeth nibbled the hardened nipple.
From the corners of my eyes I could still watch our parents and so could Jean. It was a highly exciting spectacle even for me-the fact it was my parents doing this in front of their children added something of an extra lewdness to it, so it is easy to imagine what kind of effect the whole thing must have had on Jean. After all, it was the first time she ever watched another woman performing the act of fellatio and her eyes were almost bulging from her head in lust, because of what I was doing to her tits, and the spectacle our parents gave her.
Suddenly, much to my surprise, her body shook in the familiar convulsions of coming. I couldn't believe it at first, but she had really creamed, just by watching our parents while I sucked her tits. I looked down between her legs and I clearly saw her cunt lips open and close spasmodically, a stream of strong smelling cunt juice flowing from between them.
Her hand closed over her mound, her fingers dipping between the dilating hairy lips, wrenching the last drops from her fountains of spunk, strengthening her happy convulsions. When she had wrung the last drops of spunk from her slit she threw herself at me and asked me what she could do to please me.
Remembering how much Ginger had loved to be frigged with my hardened nipple and realizing how sensitive Jean's breasts were for sexual stimulation I explained to her what to do. I didn't have to give a very explicit description. She immediately understood what I meant and she brought her tit between my legs, pointing the hardened nipple at my slippery cunt. Without using her hand to guide her breast she rubbed it up and down my slit and the contact of her hardened nipple on my swollen and excited clit soon had the desired effect.
Lust was surging through my body, my breath was coming in gasps, panting I urged her to go on. The tickling of her hardened nipple on my clit was almost driving me out of my mind. When it touched my clit I wanted it to stop and when she moved along the length of my cunt I wanted it to come back and continue its torturous pleasure.
I still kept my eyes on my parents and part of Father's hard prick was sticking from Mother's mouth. She could hold a lot of cock, but not all of his terrible length. The veins were standing out on it, throbbing and bulging, announcing his approaching orgasm. Suddenly, with a hoarse cry, he pushed his dong all the way in her greedy mouth, making her almost choke on it. Pulling it back again he now started to make fucking motions in her mouth and I assumed he was pumping his load deep in her throat. I almost envied her. How lovely it must be to get your mouth filled by a man who has never been sucked in his life before, who has always lived a rather unsatisfying sex life. He must have unloaded a bucket full of his sticky sperm in her because she kept on and on, trying to swallow it all. And Mother still pumped the dildo wildly in and out of her cunt, thick cunt juice shooting over the stem. Her belly heaving in the delight she experienced in doing this in front of her daughters, and her husband, whose cock she sucked.
I watched them and my own orgasm, brought on by Jean's frigging nipple, shook my body, leaving me breathless and exhausted for some time, and so were the others, so we tumbled off to sleep right where we were.
It was the kind of sleep where one is still aware of the surroundings. My mind was floating in between sleep and wake and I felt like I was flying. Blurred visions were going through my mind, visions of the things we had done, the things we were going to do. I thought the rest of the afternoon and the night was going to be even more interesting. I had certainly not wasted any time going home. Even if I had only managed to seduce Jean it would have been more than worthwhile, but things were even better now, and they were going to be even better still. Of this I was certain. I started to think about Jean's virginity. Although she had no hymen to speak of she was still a virgin as far as being fucked by a man was concerned. In fact, I would have loved to be the first to poke her-by using the dildo on her, of course. But I gladly wanted to leave this to Father, and it would be so much better for any future relationship between the three of them. I think Jean would love to be fucked by Father and as soon as I was a little rested again I was getting things started in that direction. Right now I was still lying where I was, and my hands were slowly rubbing over my body, stroking my breasts, belly and cunt without really bringing me to the pitch where I wanted to have sex again. But slowly I was feeling marvelous again and I think it won't be necessary to describe my feelings any further. Anyone knows this delicious feeling one has in making love.
Gradually I began to overcome my tiredness and the search of my fingers became more urgent and directed to sexual stimulation.
Deciding to give Father himself the possibility to take the initiative when it came to fucking Jean, I went over to Mother. I had been right in assuming he must have been thinking along those lines himself. When I took the dildo from my mother's cunt, he immediately focused his attention on his youngest daughter, Jean.
Jean looked up at him and in her eyes I could see a mixture of fright and lust. Both Mother and I watched the two closely, our excitement slowly rising with theirs. Jean had lost some of her fright, fright she had felt more because she still didn't fully know whether Father would be angry. But from the looks in his eyes she had seen it was lust which made him come over to her and not anger.
In the time I had been resting Father had undressed himself completely and, naked, he stood over Jean, his still drooping prick dangling between his legs. Sitting up, Jean reached for his spunk covered, flaccid prick. Without a word, Father let her have her way, just a contented look appearing on his face. Her almost hesitating way of handling his prick- after all, it was the first male organ she had ever held-must have added something extra to his lust for her. In his timidly fondling hand his cock soon took its former state of erected aggressiveness, looking frightfully big and menacing in her almost tiny hand.
Both Jean and I are of a rather dark complexion and the color of her skin beautifully contrasted with the far lighter color of Father's gigantic dong. Nobody had ever told Jean how to masturbate a man, but she must have known by some hidden instinct how to make the right motions. My dear little sister had disclosed quite a few hidden instincts these days…
Covering and uncovering the bulging head, pulling the loose foreskin back as far as it would go when she manipulated him, she soon had fluid oozing out of his cock. The froth made the cock in her hand slimy and slippery, but she loved to feel the wet throbbing thing in her hand, frigging him harder as it became wetter and stickier…
Father, still standing over her, had his eyes closed, letting his daughter's hand bring him to a state of utter bliss. Already he was getting to the point of being satisfied by being masturbated by Jean, but that wasn't what I had in mind and neither had Jean, I'm sure. I managed to attract her attention and motioned her to give him some sort of indication she also wanted some fun out of this. She immediately understood my meaning, and bringing her hand between her legs, she started to frig herself with a fervor that proved her randiness and must have made even a saint aware of her needs.
Father noticed some change in her manipulations of his cock and looking down he saw Jean busily masturbating her own hot-box with her other hand.
With a passionate grunt he let himself down beside her and taking her finger away from her slit he replaced it with his own, much thicker and longer finger. Jean, feeling this deeper penetration, gave a satisfied sigh and pressed herself against him. Obviously she thought that was as far as he would go without any encouragement from her side, so she decided to tell him what she really wanted.
“Why don't you stick your fat prick in there, Father?” she said. “I would just love to be fucked by you. I love your big dong, although it is terrifying me by its size. But I'm well oiled now and you will get it in. I won't mind the pain. Just promise not to hurt me too much when you stick it in. But please do it, Father. Fuck your daughter! Fuck me good! Make me a woman! Make me come with your prick! Fill me with your spunk! You must still have something left, although Mother sucked you clean. Push it up to the hilt, after you have gone through the first obstacle. Mitzy has told me how nice it is to fuck. She has told me about all the pricks she has had up her cunt and yours is just as big as the others. Come, Father dear, fuck me, fuck me! I'm ready for you! Ready to receive your prick deep within me, throbbing and hard, reaming my cunt, spunking in me… oooooh… Father…”
Again Father groaned in lust and roughly he pulled her legs further apart, pushing her on her back.
“Open that hot little cunt of yours with your fingers. Spread the lips apart. I'm going to fuck you, Jean, if that is what you want. I'm going to fuck you good and properly. That's what you want, isn't it? To be fucked; to become my fucked daughter? Hold those lips apart, for I'm going to give it to you-take your virginity, although you must have been frigging yourself for years now. And you loved doing that, didn't you? You love to come by your own fingers, by Mitzy's fingers, or her tongue. You will love my prick just as well! I'm going to fuck you now!”
Even before he had stopped talking Jean had done as he had told her. Keeping her cunt open with her fingers she facilitated his penetration. Although she was streaming wet, Father still had some trouble ramming his dong home. And he wasn't too gentle with it either. For a moment Jean was groaning in pain, actually trying to push him away from her, for Father was keeping her pinned to the floor and didn't pay any attention to her painful protests. Instead he pushed further and further, till he had his cock up her cunt to the hilt. Jean had forgotten all about the pain she had felt at first, finding herself now in a state of extreme pleasure when Father really started to fuck her. The little hot-head urged her father on to fuck her harder and harder, telling him and Mother and me, who still watched their proceedings, she had never experienced anything like this before. How good it was to be fucked! To have a cock up her cunt! She liked it just as much as the things two women could do to one another.
So Jean was not lost to the world of heterosexual relationships. I'm sure she would still love to make love to another woman, but from now on my sister was also on the search for stiff cocks, taking them on whenever they came her way.
Without stopping to watch them, Mother and I began to share their fun. Placing me on all fours and belting the fake dick around her lower belly she slowly worked it up my cunt. Grunting, she began to pump me with it, the part of playing the male giving her just as much pleasure as she was giving me.
“Oh, Mitzy, this is so marvelous, fucking you like this. I could do this forever. And your father… finally he has realized what we have been missing, thanks to you. Did you see me sucking his cock? And the sperm he pumped in my mouth… the taste of it… it's so lovely to do all this. Life is going to be much better after this. All the things we can do, Jean and I-your father and I, the three of us! Please promise me to come more often. It has been so good. Maybe we can bring some other people to the house as well, people who like to do all these lovely things, who love their fun in the company of others. A continuous change of partners taking the dreariness out of life. Oh, it's so lovely to fuck you. I'm getting so much out of it. I'm almost there again, creaming! Come, darling, come with me, join me, let us make this a mutual orgasm! You spunk over this lovely rubber prick! It's so nice and hard. I know what it feels like to have it in your cunt. I will wet your thighs when I come, darling, I have so much of it, so much lovely creamy come juice. I feel so randy. Oh, I could masturbate myself for hours with this lovely stiff prick of yours. Could you buy me one? I'm sure your father would love to find me using it when he comes home at night. I could show its use to some of my girl friends. They will love me for it if I use it on them. Ooooooh… my thoughts… my lewd thoughts… they are making me come… and so are you, darling… I can feel you coming… with me… together… oooooh… it's sooooo niiiiice… aaaaaaagh…”
We both creamed in unison and Jean joined us shortly after. Father still fucked Jean, her contracting cunt doing wonders around his throbbing dick.
Mother's and my spendings mingled delightfully, and lazily we watched Father who kept on fucking the wildly bucking Jean till he also shot his load. Grunting, he kept on pumping her till he had the last drops pumped in her slit. Taking his prick from her cunt, slimy and sticky with their mingled juices, he came over to Mother and me. One after the other he offered it to Mother and me to clean it from its spendings. A dirty thing, you might say, but nevertheless a thing we gladly did, even performing this act with a hungry pleasure…
And on it went like this. I think just about everybody made love to somebody else and on many occasions we had our fun all together in a crazy mingled position where we sucked and licked and fucked and frigged and did all the things one can think of.
Late that night, before Jean and I went to sleep I had asked her about my former friend, Mary. Since I lived in the city I had more or less lost contact with her and I wanted to find out whether she still lived around here. I hoped she did and for two good reasons. First of all I wanted to meet her again; secondly, I wanted to introduce her to Jean. When I say introduce Jean to Mary I really mean to say I wanted to give my sister a more than willing partner in her own age group. After this weekend Mother and Father would be all right together, and I don't think Jean was going to be cut off from sexual entertainment at home, but I think Jean would also like to have another person more her age, as a close and intimate friend. Jean seemed a bit surprised when I asked her about Mary, but she hastened to explain her surprise to me.
“You know, Mitzy,” she said, “it's rather a coincidence you should ask about her, because ever since Saturday night, I've been wondering about her. Your former friend happens to be the teacher here and although I'm not attending her classes or ever have-as you know I'm going to the high school in the nearby village-I still come to the old school rather often. The main reason I go there has always been because I wanted to make my lessons and they have all the books there I may need besides my own. Mary is almost always there, doing one thing or the other connected with her teacher's job, and lately we have been talking to one another rather often. We actually are on a very friendly basis and she seems to like me a lot, but up till now I didn't fully understand her affection for me. She seems to have taken a special interest in me, which I think I understand now. There is something more behind her friendliness than the fact you used to be such a good friend of hers. We have talked a lot about you, or actually it was Mary who did all the talking. I just listened. She has told me what good friends you two used to be, how many lovely secrets you shared with each other, how much she missed you for the things you used to do together. I really like her a lot and I didn't mind her going on like that, but I must have missed the message she tried to give me. You know how naive I still was… at least till last night.”
I kissed and hugged her when she said this and for a moment we were kissing and caressing each other without really going all the way. After a while, Jean continued to tell me about Mary…
“But at this moment, knowing what I know now, I think I understand what she really wanted to tell me. I think she wants to make love to me and I can't say I would mind. She is such a pleasant person and really very beautiful. I'm sure the two of you must have had a marvelous time together. Couldn't you stay another day and look her up? I would like to go with you, if you don't mind. If I see her on my own, I may still act silly and shy, but with you around it will be a lot easier. We could have another marvelous day tomorrow. And we would have the whole day, because I know there are no lessons, so she will be off all day. I do know where she lives and we could go there. When the old headmaster of the school died, Mr. Graves-you must remember him-she rented the place from Mrs. Graves. She doesn't live with her parents any longer. You know where Mr. Graves used to live, it's a gorgeous place, completely surrounded by tall old trees and far from the road. I wonder… Mr. Graves used to be a bit of an old lecher, the way he always looked at you, and maybe that is why she has rented the place. I know she visited them rather regularly when the old man still lived, and she has rented the house furnished after Mrs. Graves went away to live with her sister. Now on her salary as a school teacher, she really couldn't pay for this, so there may be some connection. Well, if you will join me tomorrow we may find out. Just say you are going to stay another day.” “I already more or less planned this, and after what you have told me nothing could make me go back before I have seen Mary. It will be lovely to see her again and make love to her, because that is exactly what we have done since we discovered how nice it is to do certain things to one another. You have been assuming this. Believe me, she is marvelous at it. Have no fear she won't do it with you. I know Mary and I know she is just dying to make love to you. I think I'll go down and make some phone calls. You don't happen to have her number, do you?”
She didn't, but I found it in the directory after I had called Jim and told him about my decision to stay another day. He gladly gave me his consent when I gave him my reasons for this and wished me lots of fun. That I was certain I was going to have. With Mary and Jean together you couldn't go wrong really. After I had hung up on Jim, I called Mary, who sounded absolutely delighted to hear from me. She had already heard from other people that I was staying with my parents and she had hoped I would call her and look her up. I didn't want to wake up Father and Mother so we didn't really talk long, but made a date for the next day. I wished her the same happy dreams about the things to come the next day as I was going to have.
She told me she was not only going to dream about it, but having heard my voice she was certain she couldn't stop from frigging herself before going back to sleep again, thinking about all the things we had done and were going to do tomorrow. I told her I couldn't say this for myself, but didn't give her any further explanation. I had decided not to tell her about Jean and the things we had done these last two days. Instead I wanted to surprise her, bringing Jean tomorrow. I hung up and went back to my room. I had been completely frank when I more or less told Mary I simply couldn't have another orgasm after all the ones I had had that day. As you know, I'm used to something when it comes to making love, but my dear relatives and especially my little sister had worn me out completely.
Jean seemed to be insatiable but I hoped she was satisfied now and ready for some sleep. I was, and I could hardly imagine her to have more stamina than I have. I could not have been more wrong. Coming back to the room she was still wide awake, and from the look in her eyes I could by now tell she was up to something again, this something very obviously being making love.
“Oh, Mitzy,” she said, “thinking about you and Mary, the things you did… the things we are going to do tomorrow… it has made me so randy. I'm ready for anything again. Look, I could not wait for you. I'm already frigging myself. Come to bed, my darling. Join me! Let me do something to you, wank you, suck you, lick you.”
In my amazement I could hardly say anything at all. How the hell could she stand it? An almost complete novice one day, a trained, insatiable courtesan the other. In a way it was too good to be true and on the other hand, I was afraid I had to disappoint her. I didn't think I could manage and make love to her again. Jean still looked at me with hunger in her eyes but she also looked a bit surprised that I had not immediately jumped into bed on her suggestion.
“Don't you want to, Mitzy? Don't you like me any longer, darling? Please let me make love to you. Look, let me have the dildo. Let me wank myself with it. At the same time I will suck your cunt for you. Why don't you lie down and let me go at you?”
I just shrugged and let myself fall on the bed. If the kid wanted to make love to me again, the least I could do was play along with her, although I didn't think she could rouse me again. Jean positioned herself between my legs and began to play with my slit. For once I wasn't my usual slippery wet but instead I felt dry to her touch. She didn't, however, make any remarks about this but deftly began her game with cunt lips and clit. The dildo I had brought over to the bed was brought between her own legs and the huge head disappeared between her slippery wet cunt lips without any trouble. So she wasn't really putting me on! She really needed it, otherwise she wouldn't have been wet like this. And thinking about her wet little hot-box did the trick for me as well. Or could it have been the delightful way she played with my slit. I don't know any longer and at that moment I couldn't care less. I was once more excited and had my sister as a partner with me. And she is such a lovely partner. So why should I worry about what exactly made me excited again? Jean had now replaced her fingers with her tongue and the pointed stiffness of it disappeared in my moist cunt. She delightfully licked and nibbled my stiff clit, sucking it in her mouth, making my juices flow more and more, while she wanked herself with our rubber friend. She loved the stiff rubber poker up her cunt so much she bit my cunt. I yelled in pain and surprise at this unexpected action and she immediately made up to me by sucking me even better than she had done before. And we creamed! Oh yes, we creamed till we thought there would be no end to our orgasms. Satisfied at last, till the next day… Our day with Mary, which was going to be something really special, I hoped.
The next morning, Father had already left when we came down. Mother looked a bit tired but all the same happy and radiant. She smiled at us and had some coffee and breakfast ready for us which we enjoyed tremendously. There is one thing about making love-it sure does make you feel hungry, besides all the other pleasant things about it. We felt a bit guilty when we left the house shortly after breakfast, but dear Mother could fully understand we wanted to go over to Mary's and she didn't make any objections, although I could see in her eyes that she would have loved to either join us or start making love again.
It wasn't a long walk to Mary's and when we arrived we felt even more refreshed and fit, ready for the things to come. Mary was already standing at the door waiting for us. She must have been really waiting for us and watched the long path to the house every minute.
She looked very pleased that I had brought Jean with me and she kissed her with the same ardor she had kissed me. I didn't have to tell her I had broken Jean in to tribadism. She could really see this for herself, for little Jean almost undressed her with her eyes. Entering the house I walked right after Mary and I could not refrain myself from lightly patting her on the bottom. She turned around and smiled at me.
“What are you doing? Trying to find out whether I'm wearing any panties? Well, rest assured I didn't bother to put any on this morning. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep them on for long anyway, so why should I pretend to be less eager than I really am. I don't think I'm shocking your sister either, am I? No, you don't look shocked to me, Jean. I'm glad you could come, or wanted to come. I've been trying to get near to you for a long time now, but you didn't seem to notice.”
“After Saturday night with Mitzy, I all of a sudden knew what you were up to, Mary. I'll never forgive myself for being so slow in the up-take. But at least I'm here. We are going to have a marvelous time together, I'm sure of it.”
I had kept silent during this discussion and had studied Mary closely. I had the hunch she had changed a little during my absence. She was still beautiful, but something cruel had been added to her former innocent beauty. She was very excitingly dressed but with a certain mark, I should almost say…
Her leather dress and high-heeled boots had something absolutely dominating about them, and I must be very wrong if I didn't assume rightly that she had gone for the more sadistic kind of lovemaking. I wondered how my sister, Jean, would take this sort of domineering love. As for myself, as you know, I have tried both sides of it, either being domineered or playing the domineering part and I have found I like both sides, but to my sister it would be an entirely new experience and I hoped she could take it and enjoy it. Anyway, there would be plenty of time to find this out and I decided to let things develop on their own.
We went into the living room and immediately I knew I had been right in assuming Mary's preferences in sex. The whole place was dedicated to cruelty in lovemaking and looking at Jean, I saw surprise come into her eyes. I gave her a reassuring smile and seated myself close to Mary on a couch. In this sort of thing I might as well take the first round and give Jean an idea that it wasn't as bad as it looks.
“Tell me, Mary,” I said, “how did you happen to get this place? It must be very expensive to rent, because from the furniture it is easy to see it must have cost a small fortune and is still worth its value.”
“Well, you know, it has all been rather coincidental. After I left school, I became a teacher myself and my headmaster was Mr. Graves. We got along very well and soon after I had started work, he invited me to come over to his place for afternoon tea. I was introduced to his wife and she and I got along well also. We so liked one another that we were soon on a first name relationship and Henry and Georgina Graves became my best friends in this village, although the people talked a lot about it. You know Mr. Graves — Henry to me-had not such a good name. You know all the things they said about him, although nobody could really prove anything. But you know what people are like. Anyway, the three of us got along fine and we had nice afternoons and nights although nothing special really happened. This was going to be much later, after some months really. I was rather lonely after you had left and I hungered for the things we used to do together. I masturbated myself till I could not lift my arm any longer. And the longer you were away the stronger this need for you became. The first few weeks I had enough to wank myself at night in bed, but later on I couldn't even stop myself from going to the toilet during working hours and frigging myself there, sitting on the bowl, my panties hanging down my legs. Then I stopped wearing panties, so I could also play with myself without too much trouble in the classroom. When the kids were doing the work I had given them to do, I used to sit behind my desk, my hand under my dress, and looking at them-the girls as well as the boys — I masturbated till I came, feeling the juice drip down my legs.
“One day I had a rather strange experience. One of the girls had been misbehaving herself and I decided to spank her in front of the rest of the class. It was the first time I had ever done anything like that, but I wanted to make an example, because they had been behaving like little beasts lately, which may have been my fault, because, due to my longing for you, I had become a bit slack with them. So that day I had this little girl lying over my lap in front of the class and I began to spank her. I had her dress pulled up to her waist and her panties were down. My hand was coming down on her cute little ass with gentle strokes initially, but a strange feeling of unrest slowly came over me and gradually I made my hand land harder on her slowly reddening bottom. I must say she didn't utter a single sound and this must have made me more mad than I really was. The feeling I had experienced was growing and growing and much to my surprise I felt myself getting quite wet between the legs. My juices were flowing in the same way they used to flow when I thought about you and wanked myself, and I couldn't believe it when all of a sudden, quite unexpectedly, I came. Yes, you're hearing right, Jean. I creamed because I was spanking a little girl on the bottom. I couldn't believe it myself either when it happened, but all the same it was true… and all of' a sudden I had found something new in life. Not only could I come when I spanked somebody, but that night for the first time I didn't want myself in bed. My orgasm during the spanking session had been so satisfying I didn't need to play with myself that night.
“The next day I was looking for something to punish another one of my pupils over, and I found it not very hard to find an excuse to spank one. This time it was a little boy and the same thing happened, with one exception. On my lap I felt the little boy getting hard. His stiff little prick pressed tight against my leg. It was so marvelous I came even stronger than I had done the day before and once more I didn't frig myself that night. It's obvious you can't spank one of your pupils each day; it does give one and the school a bad name. But I had my thrills regularly and in between I went back to the old finger-fuck, but not with the same frantic need I had been experiencing for some weeks. I still loved to wank myself, but it wasn't like an addiction any longer. When I tossed off, it was because I felt like it and I enjoyed it more than I had done in the weeks before. And I still like to do it, up to this moment, and who doesn't? My changed attitude had not gone unnoticed by Henry and his wife and it was only a small task for Henry to find its possible cause. Being the shrewd man he was he immediately assumed my recent severity with the children had something to do with it and he assumed right. And this was exactly up his street, as you will find out when I continue my story. That is, if I'm not boring you…”
We told her she was not boring us at all, especially as Jean was getting more and more interested and an excited blush had spread over her cheeks. So Mary continued her strange but exciting story.
“One day,” Mary continued, “I went to the Graves' house and found Georgina alone. Henry had left on some errand and would not be back before late that night so she told me. As always, we talked about all the things which had happened in the village and television and such, but I thought the atmosphere was slightly different than usual. Of course I couldn't have described it at that moment, but it still was, although I didn't find it unpleasant. It was almost the same sort of tense atmosphere we sometimes had when we were watching your mother and the priest. After some time we became quieter and stopped talking altogether as happened more often, but it never bothered us because we didn't really have to talk when we were with each other. We could also enjoy the other's presence without talking and sometimes we just sat in this room, the three of us, reading or doing something else and nobody spoke a word. We were just good friends and I felt at home with them and nobody needed to pretend anything or keep the conversation going. But that day it was slightly different… like I already told you, there was something special in the air.
“Georgina had to go upstairs and do something and she left me to myself for a moment. I stood up from my chair and walked around the room, feeling a bit restless, and all of a sudden I got the need to masturbate. This was rather strange at that time, because I had not done it during the day for weeks, ever since I had found I could also have sexual satisfaction during the day by spanking one of my pupils. But on that day, I was getting the same frantic urge to frig myself I had had for some weeks after you had left. I had had this urge more often while I was in their house and I knew I could easily slip to the toilet and do it there, but for one reason or another I didn't feel like leaving the room, so I decided to take off my panties quickly and toss myself off in the living room. I had not the faintest idea how long Georgina was going to be away from the room, but I thought I would hear her when she came down and even if it meant I had to interrupt my wanking I was sure I could put my clothes back in order before she entered the room.
“So I took off my panties and stuck them in my purse. It was lovely to know I was quite naked under my dress… that is, from my waist down. Knowing I was doing this in the living room of my friends was adding something extra to my act and seating myself in my chair I pulled up my dress and spread my legs. I was sitting in the same chair you are now sitting in, Jean, and as you can see there is a huge mirror in front of it. It was marvelous to see my cunt come in view and in a hurry I threw my legs over the armrests, opening my slit with my hand. My clit was all red and hard under my fingers and I realized how badly I had needed this, because it quivered when I pressed my finger against it. I had a marvelous view of what I was doing and I played with myself as if it was going to be the last time. I used one finger on my cunt… two fingers, three fingers, and taking my hairbrush from my purse I poked myself with the handle of it. Juice was flowing down my legs and I thought I had not been so randy for ages. I can't remember whether I made any noise and at that moment I didn't even care. I was only interested in coming and I forgot everything around me. I also forgot to pay attention to the sounds in the house. I had not heard a single sound, but all the same the door must have been opened, making some sort of noise, a noise I had failed to notice. I was just on the verge of coming when I all of a sudden felt the presence of somebody nearby. Startled, I looked up and found Georgina standing beside the chair. Her eyes were focused on what my hand was doing and she had also stuck her hand under her dress, with the doubtless intention of giving her burning quim the same sort of treatment I was giving myself. I was much too surprised to say anything at all but Georgina saved me the trouble to search for words and save my face.
“'You didn't know that I have been looking at you ever since I left the room, did you? I knew what you were going to do. Or at least I thought I knew, and here you are. I have been right. You were having the urge to frig yourself. Well, there is nothing wrong with that, is there? I also do it, and maybe even more than you. Look, I'm doing it now and I have been doing it ever since I started to watch you. You look surprised! You don't understand where I could possibly have watched you from. You know, dear, that mirror you are sitting in front of… is a two way mirror. You can't see anybody from this side but I could see you. No, you never have found this. You couldn't. There is always a panel on the other side of the wall, covering it. It looked like woodwork to you, but it certainly serves another purpose as well, and I have made good use of it. You were so exciting, so beautiful. You really like to play with that cunt of yours, don't you? And so do I. Henry loves seeing me do it. He would love to see you doing it, if you want to do it in front of him. You have taken up your frigging again, I see. You are once more feeling at ease with me. Let's do it together, dear. Let's finish another. Do you like to frig other women? I love it, although I hardly get the opportunity in this village. In the other school where Henry was headmaster before we came to this village-it was different there. He had stayed there longer. All his female staff used to come over to our place and they loved doing it with me… some of them I had to teach everything. They had never done anything with another woman, but they soon learned… and learned to like it. Henry fucked most of them as well-and some of his male staff also attended our parties. Yes, those were the good old days. But unfortunately one of his pupils was a bit indiscreet and we had to leave. Mind you, she was not attending a party, but she happened to come by and look through a crack in the curtains, finding them closed in the middle of the day, and that was the end of it. Luckily it wasn't made known publicly, otherwise Henry would never have had another job. We were saved for that by the chief of police, who regularly came to our parties and happened to be there as well when that silly girl found us out. Thank God a thing like that can't happen here. The house is too far from the road for anybody to take the liberty of coming up uninvited. But at least I have found you now. You seem to like the same sort of things, and I'm happy about it. Are you almost coming, just like I am? Your juice is dripping down your legs. I'm there… yes I'm coming… for you, dear… for you… all my juices… for you… you may lap me as you wish. I love to be lapped, to have my cunt sucked. I will suck yours. I'm creaming… creaming… creaming… come with me… oh yes… I can see you are coming… coming… cooooooming… like me… you are coming… lovely… loooovelyyyyy…'
“That was our first encounter in that field and we both felt it had been a good thing. I did exactly as she had suggested and lapped her spunk dripping slit, while she did the same thing to me after I had cleaned her of all traces of cunt juice. Later we tried sixty-nine, bringing each other to an orgasm with our tongues the way we used to do, Mitzy. She was very good at it and I was dead tired when I left for home that night. I had not see Henry all day and still believed the story Georgina had told me about his absence. Later I was to find out it had all been carefully planned by the two of them, and when they told me we really laughed about it.
“The next day I was still a bit tired, but fortunately it happened to be Sunday so not having to do anything better I stayed in bed and had a rather late breakfast. At about two o'clock the telephone rang and my mother called me telling me it was Henry at the other end and did I want to come over to their place and spend the day with them. Needless to say I told them I would be over in half an hour and quickly dressed myself, putting on my prettiest underwear.
“I was greeted at the door by Henry and we went in without him making any remark about what had happened between Georgina and me the other day. Maybe she had not told him yet, I thought, and I felt a bit disappointed by this because I had more or less reckoned with the fact I was going to have lots of sex today.
“In the living room my disappointment soon changed because we found Georgina there and she was completely nude. And on top of that she was not just sitting there but she was well on her way to frigging herself to a boiling orgasm. Henry smiled at me and lifted my dress, putting his hands on my buttocks.”
“'I know what the two of you have been doing,' he said. 'I'm glad it has finally come this far. We have been rather bored after the life we lived in the other town. Georgina has told me all about you, what you did yesterday. You have been a very naughty girl and I think you are going to be punished for it. I'm going to spank you, Mary, because I have heard you like to spank so much yourself. You get quite a kick out of spanking little girls and boys at school, don't you? Now let's find out what you think about being spanked yourself. But first let me undress you.'
“He must have had a lot of experience getting women out of their dresses because I don't think I have ever been undressed so quickly and properly. Before I really knew what was happening I was standing in the room with just my bra, panties and stockings.
“Georgina was still sitting in the chair and she looked at what Henry was doing to me, obviously enjoying it. At least it made her more excited and she frigged herself harder when she looked at me, standing in front of her in my near nudity. I was feeling quite randy and although I was not really looking forward to being spanked by Henry I still couldn't completely stop myself from feeling shivers of excitement run down my back.
“I had expected Henry to lay me down on his lap but the two of them must have made their plans carefully late last night. Henry pushed me over to Georgina's chair and motioned me to get down on my knees in front of her. She had thrown her legs over the armrests of the chair and before my eyes I beheld her cunt, wide open, cunt lips swollen due to her frigging herself extensively. Her clit was erected and red, and most of all she was wet, sopping wet. The strong smell of cunt juice, as it flowed from her twat, filling my nose, made my head reel and excited me terribly.
“'You are going to suck my cunt, Mary,' Georgina said. 'You are going to fetch my soup while Henry is going to spank your bottom. You deserve a good spanking for what you did the other day. Frigging yourself in my living room without asking permission first, making me feel all excited, forcing me to do the same thing. And later you wanked me, made me wank you, suck you, lick you. I have told Henry all about it and he has already punished me for it. I had to toss off while I told him about our antics and later he spanked me because of it. He has also fucked me, till I thought I couldn't stand on my legs any longer. But we have enjoyed ourselves and so will you if you decide to play the game with us-because that is all it is… a game, a delightful game. A marvelous way to pass the time. Oh, we will whip you all right, and you will learn to whip us. But if you learn how to stand the pain, how to find pleasure in it, you will love it. It will make you twice as randy as you were before. And you will have added to your life, something very exciting, something to really enjoy coming. Oh yes, we will have marvelous times…'
“Oh for heaven's sake, Mitzy, make her stop, won't you? I can't stand it any longer.”
This was Jean cutting off Mary's story… The poor girl was getting so excited by what Mary told us she was almost coming without even touching her hot little cunt, but now she couldn't stand it any longer and her hand had disappeared under her skirt and she was obviously frigging herself furiously. And to tell the truth I was rather glad for her interruption. I was feeling rather randy myself and I could also do with some sort of sexual gratification.
Since I was sitting beside Mary on the couch I did the most logical thing I could think of. Taking up her leather dress I bared her cunt for Jean to see and threw myself at her kissing her all over her face and neck. Seeing Mary's slit, all wet and waiting for somebody to play with it, all ready to make it come bringing out all those lovely juices, proved too much for Jean. She hurried out of her chair and came over to Mary and me, getting down on her knees the way Mary had just described she had done some time ago in front of Georgina. Her head disappeared between Mary's legs and she opened her mouth to close it over Mary's waiting slit.
I raised myself and knelt down beside her and took off her clothes, which wasn't too easy because she didn't want to stop sucking Mary's quim. But finally I had her naked and she was really beautiful the way she was lying there, her young head between Mary's spread legs, making smothered noises when she sucked at the dripping cunt so generously offered to her eager mouth.
As soon as I had removed her skirt her hand disappeared between her legs again and she was still busily frigging herself, a task I would lovingly have performed for her. Taking her hand from her slit and replacing it with my own didn't bring any protest from her side and soon I was busily frigging her while she kept on sucking Mary, who came shortly after, filling Jean's mouth with her thick creamy spunk, who immediately followed by spending over my fingers.
At least two of the three were satisfied for the time being and this only left me to have some sort of satisfaction. Standing up, I took a candle from its holder and throwing myself on my back on the floor I stabbed myself with it. It deeply entered my cunt and although it was a lot thinner than the dildo I was used to, it still gave me the feeling I was being filled to the brim. I agitated it in and out of my dilating slit till I felt my orgasm approaching. Now I just had to have something more substantial and I called Mary over to my side. She had not done anything to either of us and I longed to be sucked by her again, after such a long time not having had anything to do with her. I knew she was good at sucking and I'm sure it must have been due to my terrible randiness, but her tongue on my heated slit felt like a soothing balm. Her able and well trained tongue had me bucking up and down in no time at all and I was climbing the rainbow at a tremendous speed. Mary had not lost any of her hunger for cunt juice and long after I had creamed over her lips she kept on sucking me, not wanting to lose a single drop from my generous outpouring. It relieved us for the time being and Mary could continue her story. “Where had I left before the two of you had to have your pussies sucked and frigged?” Mary asked. “Oh yes, Georgina had me on her. She wanted me to suck her cunt while Henry was going to spank me. Well, I didn't mind sucking her cunt; in fact, as you know, I love sucking a cunt, so I bent myself over my task and behind my back I could hear Henry removing his clothes as well. So we were all going to be naked as the day we were born and really get the feel of things! I decided to get along with letting myself be spanked as well, because I suddenly remembered the little boy I had spanked and who had become so excited by it, he had gotten a hard-on. So if I could come by spanking another person and this person could become just as excited as I was doing the spanking, I might as well try this road for myself as well.
“Placing a cushion under my belly, Henry lifted my ass a little higher and seated himself beside me. I had just applied my mouth to Georgina's dripping cunt when the first blow landed on my bare ass. It stung me some, but the pain wasn't too bad so I didn't cry out or anything like that. Placing his blows all over my bottom, Henry soon had my ass glowing and warm and a delightful randy feeling was spreading through my body. He had not touched my cunt yet, but still I felt myself getting wetter with every blow he gave me.
“Without giving a single sound Georgina had already creamed twice in my mouth and she was well on her way to having her third orgasm when all of a sudden, I creamed, giving up my pent-up load, wetting the cushion under my tummy with my juices. I shuddered in delight-I had never experienced anything like this before, apart from coming when I spanked one of my pupils. Without touching my cunt, without stuffing something in it, I had creamed and it was one of the best I had ever had. I let myself fall down on the floor limply, leaving Georgina's cunt for what it was. But she was too far gone on the way to her third orgasm to be left like that and she immediately called Henry over to make her come.
“'Come and fuck me, Henry,' she cried, 'Mary has left me halfway and I just have to come. Come and fuck me. You must also need it. She can suck you later, if that is what you want, but fuck me first. Spurt some spunk in my cunt! I want it! I want it!'
“He hastened to oblige her and although he rammed his cock home I still had a quick glance at its size. It was murderous, rock hard, throbbing at least nine inches in length and with a circumference to match this. It was easily the biggest cock I had ever seen and my mouth watered at the thought that I was going to get it up my slit sooner or later.
“My orgasm had left me a little exhausted but I wasn't too tired to enjoy the sight of the two of them fucking the daylight out of each other. It was marvelous the way his thick dong moved in and out of her slit and the walls of her cunt must have been stretched to a tearing point. The loose skin folds of her dilating slit moved in and out with the movements of the whopper poking her and she squirmed in her chair. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you she was still seated in the chair and he was half standing in front of her when he fucked her to both their pleasure.
“I was slowly getting over my tiredness and I wanted to take part in their action. Getting over to them wasn't too much trouble at all and crouching down I looked between their worked bodies to get an even better view of their joined parts. Juice was dripping down Georgina's cunt and she was lucky to have such a generous well of cunt juice with the size of her husband's prick. Although he wasn't a very tall man there was nothing small to him when it came to the size of his prick as I already mentioned.
“Georgina was in the very process of creaming for the third time, crying out in lust, when Henry pulled his still stiff dong from her cunt and pointed it in the direction of my mouth. Up till now, he had not come yet and eagerly I took the cunt juice-covered poker between my lips, nibbling at the huge head. It was alive and throbbing in my mouth and I hardly managed to get all of the bulging thing in my mouth. My jaws were hurting me because of its size but still I enjoyed what I was doing tremendously, and so did Henry. My mouth did the trick for me and the throbbing dick in my mouth seemed to jerk with a life of its own when he filled my mouth with his slimy spunk. He had buckets full of the stuff and I had to swallow several times to get it all in, but I managed and loved the way the sticky stuff ran down my throat. My passions had gradually risen while I watched Georgina and Henry fuck and when I had started to suck his cock, my hand had disappeared between my legs, frantically masturbating myself. I had not creamed yet when Henry's dong slackened in my mouth, so I threw myself on the floor with legs wide open, frigging myself like mad, anxious to come as soon as possible. Luckily Georgina decided to come to my aid, and she wasn't shy about it either. She flopped herself down and immediately took my fingers away from my cunt. Replacing them for her own was just the beginning of the treatment she was going to give me; only the beginning of a long range of well-experienced ways of giving another woman as much pleasure as possible. She seemed to be in the possession of a dozen hands and they seemed to be all over my body at once, stroking me, caressing me, touching me on every sensitive spot of my body. For one moment they were playing with my cunt leaving me breathless and hungry for more of the same treatment, for another they left my palpitating slit to stroke my tits, pinching the hardened nipples till I thought she would wrench them from my breasts. Her tongue followed her hands everywhere they went, following the same enticing pattern, licking my dripping slit, slobbering at the juice I abundantly secreted, leaving a wet track of saliva on my belly and breasts, touching me everywhere from head to toe. I thought she was at this sort of thing for hours and I could hardly stand another minute of it, when she finally went down to the task of sucking my cunt. And she made me come. Did she ever make me come! I thought the spasms wracking my body would never stop when she emptied me of my juices. I screamed my delight and couldn't stop myself from bucking up and down the floor while she tried to keep contact with my dilating cunt, sucking all the spunk I had to offer. “And we tried everything, the three of us, for as long as it lasted. We went through the whole range of lovemaking together and the cruel side of it was taking a bigger place in it on each new session. We loved to be whipped and caned just like we loved to do the whipping. I remember the beautiful times we had with this. Imagine me being bound on the table with leather straps and both Georgina and Henry whipping me till I creamed! Needless to say they were both as excited as I was and they frigged themselves or each other till they spunked over my flagellated spending form. And we did the same things to Georgina and Henry. We really took turns in being whipped and I can still remember the time when Georgina and I whipped Henry. And we really laid it on him, not sparing a single part of his anatomy. We even whipped his prick and when we saw him shoot his load of spunk in the air we threw ourselves in each other's arms and lying head to toe sucked at the dripping slit under our mouths till we spent. And all the time we had been frigging ourselves, stopping to keep from coming too quickly. But we always finished our sessions by making love in a more tender way, giving us back our hunger for the cruel type of love on a following occasion.”
Mary stopped talking after this, and Jean and I, highly excited like we were, threw ourselves at her, kissing her together, groping under her leather dress, our hands meeting at her pussy and almost fighting for the opportunity to frig her.
I was ready for anything now and since I already had some experience in being whipped I was just about to offer myself for this, when Jean raised her voice in an almost begging tone.
“Oh I want to find out what it is like to be spanked, to be whipped if you want to. Please, Mary, do it to me, let me have a taste of this sort of thing. It sounds terribly bizarre, but exciting all the same. If you like to be whipped I also want to know it. Please, please, do anything to me, but make me come. I'm so fucking randy, I have to come. I just have to come. It's burning me alive. I feel like I'm on fire. I will do anything for you; suck you, lick you, anything… anything at all, but I need something now. Bring out the whips if you have any, but make me come. My cunt is itching so. Quickly! Do something to me, or I'll have to wank myself.”
“Play with her, Mitzy. Just give me time to get something to beat her with. Don't worry, I won't give her the whip right the first time. I'm going to start off with something less drastic. Eventually she will learn how to take the whip as well. And I won't mark her either. Just wait till I'm back and I show you how artful I am in this sort of thing.”
She hurriedly left the room and in the meantime I bent myself over my writhing sister and played with her cunt, working up a froth which covered her already slimy wet cunt lips. Mary didn't take long in coming back and when she entered the room again she had also changed her dress a little.
Instead of wearing a full dress, however miniskirted it might have been, she had changed into a sort of patent leather bikini. The nipples were free from the bra and at her crotch there was also an opening so she or anybody else who wanted to could have easy access to her glorious mound. She looked absolutely thrilling in her strange outfit and I felt myself getting all wet for her. But unfortunately it was going to be Jean who was going to be handled by her first. Well, there was one good thing about that. It left me free to play with her if she wanted me to.
In her hand she was carrying a slender leather strap and a thin cane. She looked menacingly at Jean and me, a cruel light shining in her beautiful eyes. Jean was getting a bit scared, I think, because she didn't respond to my finger-fucking with the same devotion she had done before Mary had reentered the room. But Mary didn't waste any time giving her the opportunity to turn back on her words and chicken out of the deal.
“Turn her on her back, Mitzy,” she said. “Turn her on her back and sit on her. I'm going to use the strap on her first, just to make her get used to a little pain. If she can stand it all right I might try to put the cane on her, if she manages to hold herself from coming that long. It's no fun to spank anybody after they have come. That is the time for more tender lovemaking, till they are ready for the whip again. I feel a bit of an artist about these things and in my own right. It's very hard to find somebody who really knows how to spank properly. But let's get on with it. We're only wasting time this way. She should have had her ass red by this time. And here I am, talking instead of giving myself over to the delightful task of spanking her till she creams.”
I had taken part in this sort of thing before, so I knew how she wanted Jean. Turning her over on her back, I raised her ass and put some pillows under her. Sitting on her back I stretched the skin of her ass as tight as possible and nodded my head at Mary to administer her first blow.
“You really know what you are doing, don't you, Mitzy? It's beautiful how well you know I wanted her skin to be tight. It's really going to sting if she is tight like that.”
“Of course I know what I'm doing. This isn't the first time I have done anything like this, and I love it… both sides of it. I'm already wet at the thought you are going to use that strap on Jean. You may use it on me as well if you want to. But don't wait any longer Get on with it. Spank her! Spank her hard! Make it sting. Make her feel it. Oh. I'm going to enjoy this…”
Mary's eyes lit up at my words and she let her hand with the leather strap come down on Jean's bottom with far more power than she may have intended. Obviously the knowledge I also was an addict of flagellation made her lose her initial plans to start Jean off on this road gently.
Poor Jean almost threw me off her back when the first blow landed on her back, so wildly did she buck up under it. I motioned Mary to go a little softer on her and she nodded her agreement to this. We didn't want to scare the little bitch off, did we? Much less severe, the next few blows landed on her ass, which gradually became rose colored all over.
I was enjoying myself tremendously and without really noticing what I was doing I had brought my hand to my slit and caressed the swollen cunt lips with my fingers. Looking up at Mary, I saw the juice dripping down her legs and her hand was also between her legs, where she busily frigged her quim. We were really in the spirit of the thing and I decided to give our action the needed extra little thrill.
Reaching for Mary's cunt was just a matter of seconds and removing her fingers from her hot-box I inserted my own, fondling her moist cavern with the stiff clit. She squirmed under the lashes of the strap Mary wielded.
Up to now she had not uttered a single sound and the spanking could not have hurt her too much. Obviously she liked what was being done to her and spreading her legs she almost invited Mary to apply her whipping to that spot of her anatomy. And Mary was eager to oblige her in this, immediately after Jean had opened her legs, focusing the attention of her whipping in that direction.
“Do you see how wet she is, Mitzy? The little bitch is really liking what I'm doing to her. She is pouring out her juices. Oh this is going to be just marvelous. I'm going to make her come this way and on many occasions hereafter. Do you like to feel me strap you on the cunt, Jean? Do you really like it so much? There is more for you to come yet. This is only the beginning. You still have a long way to go yet. Stop playing with my cunt, Mitzy. I can handle that side myself. Play with Jean's instead, while I use the cane on her bottom again. Now this is going to hurt you more than the strap was hurting you. But Mitzy frigging you will help you to forget about the pain, darling.”
“Please go on, Mary,” Jean wailed. “Please go on, don't stop. Use the cane if you want to, but don't stop. Make me come, you two darlings. Oh, I would never have thought it could be like this. It's so marvelous. So bloody, fucking marvelous. I'm going to come all right. It's almost there. Frig me, Mitzy, frig your sister. Make me cream my head off. Oh, that cane, it is stinging but it is so lovely… sooo… loooovely… oooooooh…”
Mary had switched from the strap to the cane and Jean was liking it even better than she had liked the strap, although it was giving her ugly looking stripes on her ass. But at least Mary was careful not to break the skin, so she would come home unmarked-at least not with the blood streaming down her legs. My fingers were still buried in my cunt and I reamed myself as far as I could push them in. I also found myself on the verge of coming just like Jean and Mary. Cunt juice was dripping from me, wetting my sister's back; Mary's legs were all wet with the sticky stuff. My fingers were slippery with Jean's spunk and when she came a hot flood of the slimy juice shot over my fingers at the same time I spurted my load over my own frigging fingers.
Mary had thrown the cane away and was standing over Jean with her legs spread to an impossible width. Her fingers were flying in and out of her sopping cunt. Her cunt was on the same level as my face. How could I do anything else but apply my tongue to her slot? Her juice, the smell of it, was just driving me crazy. I had to have some licks of it. I had hardly placed my mouth over her cunt properly when she filled my mouth with a generous outpouring of lovely, tasty spunk. And I sucked and sucked and sucked, swallowing everything she had to offer.
The rest of the day was spent in much the same manner. We took turns being the whip-per or the whipped, on one occasion fulfilling Jean's wish to let her whip us both at the same time, which she did while she masturbated with the help of a huge candle she had found standing somewhere. During her whipping Mary and I frigged another and creamed gloriously over each other's fingers.
Late that night we went back home and the next day I had to leave, although I was very reluctant to do so. But my sister had found a new and exciting way of sex and a new and exciting friend to have it with and sometimes when she wrote me a letter she told me about the things the two of them did. Together or sometimes in the company of other people they had found to share their pleasures, my parents of course being among their regular participants. Maybe one of these days my sister will also write down her memories and I'm sure it will make a book worthwhile reading. Her letters always putting me on to masturbation. I think her book would do the same for anyone reading it.