Note: the pages in the booklet are out of order here. The next word after the above is "her neck", which is the page on the right below. The page on the left below follows the page on the right (reverse the next two L/R pages below.)"
Jean, being the sophisticate that she was, did not take long in realizing that further pretense was useless, that the charm of quiet country existence had been effectively destroyed, as chips upon a rapidly moving stream, both she and her husband had been carried back into the maelstrom of former ways.
Understanding the futility of fighting it, she graciously resigned herself to the inevitable, planning that their future life should be on the same basis of that they had lived in Paris. She would provide for his gratification with other women, permitting him to indulge his fancies to the utmost, content that, no matter how wild his excesses, her picture would be ever before him.
This arrangement would allow her taking a lover, thus bringing to a fine climax, those desires her husband could satisfy only in part. Jean's Lesbian tastes - for she loved to fondle and tongue the bodies of other, women - led to the establishment of a wonderful plan, that of the founding of a Seraglio, which, according to the dictionary, means not only a harem as the Sultans knew it, but a house of debauchery.
In looking about for the first victim Jean decided upon her little personal maid, for the girl was really a beauty, having a small lovely face, eyes of gray blue and a mop of glorious hair. Her body was quite satisfying from the aesthetic point of view though it had as yet not arrived at full maturity.
The young girl's father was dead, the mother had run away with a soldier, leaving her in the care of her Uncle Jacopin, who, having little love for the family, had found these duties irksome. With the advent of the St. Amours, she had cheerfully given Hazel into the service of Jean, an arrangement not only satisfactory to him but certainly so to the girl who adored her mistress.
Seeing in Hazel an easy conquest, Jean, in the next few months, taught her a thousand feminine graces, changing this country maid into a really beautiful, graceful piece, well dressed in the cast off garments of Jean. Social status also underwent a subtle change. Although still executing her former duties, she was now the companion rather than purely a maid.
The opportunity to enlist Hazel as the first concubine of the planned harem was not long in materializing. For, one night as Hazel had been dressing her mistress for a bail, placing her breasts so as to be greatly exposed yet not liable to bound out above the dress-top the maid, in a whirl of admiration, had fallen to her knees, crying:
"Ah, Madame. You are so beautiful that one could, worship before the shrine of you as to a God."
Jean, in emotion, had pulled out one of her titties and had said, "Take a nibble of this pearl and tell me how it affects you."
"What Madame kiss you there? What would your husband say?"
"Don't say a word. Just do as I say."
"You really want me to?"
"Yes. Yes. Have I not ordered you to? Only be quick - I must join my husband."
With what devotion and trembling the young girl had kissed the rosy point of her breast - of this teat so white so round, so pure. She had closed her eyes in ecstasy, murmuring, as Jean studied her expressions.
"This kiss affects me all over."
"Very well, my little one. Do not go to bed but upon our return. Then I will let you kiss the other one, and you will show to Hugo and me the effect this produces in you."
"Oh, Madame."
"Are you not mine, my little dear?"
"Until death."
"No, until paradise. We will take you and care for you, and you will be for all our pleasures."
Hazel did not search for an explanation to these words which poured fire into her spirit and languor into her veins. Her mistress had told her that she was to be taken to her master, that her master was to 'have' her. She was not so innocent that she did not understand the meaning of the word, but she was willing to do all that Jean asked, for she could see nothing wrong in her desires.
Jean was now almost ready to go before doing so, indicated that the girl was to apply a kiss to the corner of her soft mouth. The sensation was so great that the girl fell again to the floor, her head resting on Jean's feet. Jean sympathetically saying:
"Get up, my pretty one - and await our return - be prepared and looking your best."
The girl lifted up her head, pressed her hands together and cried:
"Your wishes shall be carried out, my saint."
Extensive preparations had changed the Chateau into a scene of great activity. Flaming torches lighted the grounds, many candles lighted the house's interior, some rooms being set apart for the accommodations of the guests wishing to see the great ballroom and its adjoining parts was a picture of beauty. All in honor of the christening of the first-born of Rene, the brother of Hugo. Invitations had been extended not only the immediate relations of the family, but to friends and a great amount of villagers, who made such ado at the rare occurrence, the young women vying with each other in the matter of dress, or, rather the lack of it, it being quite miraculous the way the corsages held in confinement the gentle prisoners threatening to make their escape at any moment.
Jean's entry into the ballroom was a triumph - murmurs of admiration arose from the men and women even those latter paled into nothing as do stones surrounding a diamond. Requests for dances rained up on her from the gentlemen attracted by possibility of swaying in close with the voluptuous form so openly displayed by the lines of her gown.
Hugo, liking women and easily attracting them by the force of his personality paid assiduous attentions to Jean's sister, the young Dorothy, who, though somewhat shy and awkward from her many years of cloistered life in the convent, had the same beauty in undeveloped form of the older women. An instinctive coquette, a flower ready for plucking.
When chance threw Jean and the young girl together at a later hour in the evening, her words of greeting were: "Well, Dorothy, what do you think of Hugo?"
"He's lovely, Jean. That I could get someone exactly like him for a husband is the best compliment I can pay him."
"We will see if we cannot persuade father to let you come and live with us. Possibly you would like to know Hugo better, and it would seem that he might like to see more of you."
Jean had selected her second victim. The fact that Dorothy was her sister counted for nothing. What was morality to her? Sexual desires were too keen to allow of her keeping inviolate the person whose near relationship required, ordinarily, the strongest defense and protection.
With a single glance she estimated the aid's physical and moral value and believed she had found in her another means to her end, the creation of the harem. What orgies were possible if Dorothy was an apt pupil.
It was two in the morning when the last guest had departed and Jean and Hugo wound their way up the stairs to their bedroom. At the turn of the stairs, Hugo caught his wife to him, but she artfully eluded him, reproved him, "You have not kissed once this evening, and I do not propose that you shall kiss me now."
"Why not?" asked the husband.
"Because I have another for you to fondle and kiss."
"Someone else? Are you mad, Jean."
"No, but I have made up my mind to create a harem in this house. I have come to the conclusion that no other method will satisfy us both or will reawaken our love and passion such as we knew it in the old days. My dear husband, tonight you will make love to a virgin, to Hazel, who will in time become a second Jean, I will also enjoy the pastime."
As they entered they were astonished at the appearance of the demoiselle, who had arrayed herself to look ravishing in one of Jean's gowns. Embracing Hazel, Jean said: "You have done as I wished. Everything is ready - Good." Then turning to Hugo, she queried: "Would it not be a pity to leave this pretty face and body to the fumbling hands of some coarse village lout? Come Hugo, kiss this dimple while I kiss the other."
Placed between husband and wife, Hazel felt herself carried away when on each of her cheeks she felt their lips; a further quiver shook her when the lips of the woman united with those of the man on her own. Then Jean, disengaging herself from the others, said: "She kissed this breast when I left earlier, now she shall kiss its mate."
The two teat's were released from the corsage and Hazel ran to them, covering them with devouring caresses As she did so, Jean commenced undressing until she was down to her chemise, her husband giving her a resounding slap on the buttocks.
"You will hurt her," cried Hazel, seizing his hand.
"Do not worry, little one," said Jean. "See ... it does not show." And she lifted up the chemise showing the beautifully rounded bottom Hazel blushed and Jean seeing this, to cause the girl some pleasure, suggested to Hugo that he take a look at hers. Hazel did not resist as the hand of her master drew up her dress; the way was easy since she had no panties on, and he seized her arse with an open hand.
"Let me see it," murmured Jean, and as Hugo turned the maid around, she, kneeling, took the arse cheeks in her hands and began to lick the furrow between, saying: "Here is what one does when one sees the arse of a woman, Hazel - something you did not do when you saw mine."
"I wanted to, but I did not dare. Ah - Ah - Monsieur - she is biting me - she is eating me up."
Hugo, his prick as hard as the hardest rock, held Hazel close to permit his wife to continue her caresses. Hugo, slipping lower, unbuttoned his trousers, permitting his great prick to rest between the maid's thighs. The girl instinctively drew back, pressing her arse tighter against the face of Jean, who began to manipulate her clitoris with her tongue.
"Oh! If I could only caress you," murmured Hazel.
Instantly Jean stopped the work, arose, and letting fall the chemise took Hazel in her arms, and asked: "And what is it you would like to pet, ma petite."
"All - all - all of you, you are so beautiful."
"Very well; I see you are learning very rapidly. Now watch - I will sit up on my husband, and you can access me in any manner you see fit. If he plunges into me his machine, watch well where it goes, for I expect that he will do the same for you afterwards on the bed."
"I obey all your orders madame."
Jean squatted on the lap of her husband, who, immediately nailed her on his weapon. Hazel, kneeling beside them, began to lick their thighs and arses until all interest was focused on the prick in its act of screwing the female.
Jean, leaning against the breast of her husband, noted with some amusement the great, curiosity of the young one. Not content to see her idle, she summoned her, offering lips which Hazel began to such with great avidness. The caresses became more daring and Jean felt herself almost mastered by the love of this one who had been a simple country girl. And then into her body poured the warm love offering of her husband, causing her to abandon herself to the soft sucking with which Hazel assailed her teats and lips.
A soft languor, a pleasure in slow motion and then in complete inactivity, filled her as she remained at rest, guarding in her cunt, the still swollen but inert prick of Hugo. Then tiring of this, wishing for more action, she let the stiff cock slip out enabling Hazel to closely examine it.
What could the initiate do? Carried away by the kisses, worked up by the palpitations of the hands of the man and woman. She did not hesitate, but fell to her knees, her hand feeing and playing with the prick while her tongue with frenzy forced its way into the cunt and arse hole of Jean with rapid thrusts.
"She is now in her ardor," murmured Jean to Hugo, who, excited by the soft caresses Hazel was bestowing on him and his wife, made as if to return them to Jean, but that lady, leaping away from the fond male, took Hazel in her arms, asking how she felt.
"Mad with happiness, and ready for everything," replied the maid.
"Then take off your clothes, my dear, and my husband will give you more happiness."
With a gentle embarrassment, the girl took off her clothes, blushing violently as she rested before them in simple chemise until Jean came to the rescue dragging that last garment between her and nudity over her head. Although not possessed of certain admirable qualities of her mistress, her tiny teats were charming and her haunches ample in their curves. The hair on her Mound of Venus was brown and silky; the cunt, tight toy of pleasure, like a dew-laden rose-bud; the buttocks clean and accentuated; the loins elastic and supple.
More and more confused to see her mistress upon her knees before her, adoring her body and proving it by affectionately kissing it in every part, the shy Hazel suffered herself to be led to the bed where Hugo at Jean's suggestion made preparations to attack her virginity.
Hazel was now without power to object and felt herself taken into the arms of the man who had extended himself at full length upon her the object of his desire. Jean, mistress of ceremonies, had placed herself upon hands and knees beside the two, ready to offer assistance by way of expert manipulation.
As in a dream Hazel felt the prick agitate and press against her little cunt. Wide she spread her thighs and abandoned her body, swimming in such ecstasy that pain became almost unbearable. Then the great cock, driven behind by the sensual licking of balls and arse - by the helpful Jean - plowed through the last obstruction and Hazel had lost her virginity, been admitted to the charmed circle. As Hazel rested, eyes languishing the warm sperm bathing her inwards, Jean whispered in her ear: "From now on you will be the little wife of my husband; he wants you and so do I. As our prot�g� we will do everything for your happiness."
As time progressed, Jean was as good as her word, she and Hugo initiating her further and further into the pleasures of flesh, the woman in particular making use of her, going to the extreme of burning passion.
It was not long after that Jean and Hugo found themselves entertaining relatives, two sisters of Hugo, Helen and Betty, and their respective husbands, Monsieur's Radaval and Debros, and Dorothy, Jean's younger sister.
One day, the men having absented themselves on a visit to the village, Helen confining herself to her room on a plea of a headache, and Dorothy off riding with Hugo, lean found herself alone with Betty. As the two wandered about the garden, it occurred to them that they might visit the garden house, a lovely little structure situated on a small island in the garden pond and only accessible by a small boat, a suggestion that met with joyful response from Betty.
As they walked up the stone path leading to the summer House, the boat having been securely moored, Jean lifted her skirts to be clear of the weeds which had strayed from the surrounding lawn, causing Betty to remark: "What sweet legs. One would almost think that you were, by their exposure, attempting to lure me on."
"So you think them pretty," said Jean, drawing her skirts up to her knees.
"Yes, oh yes. The legs I would attribute to a woman like you."
Jean, stooping her forward progress laughingly retorted: "One would suppose that you never look at your own. I am sure, being as pretty as you are, that your legs must be equally as beautiful."
"There is no comparison. Yours are stylish, artistic in their lines. Mine are too plump."
"You slander them. But then, we are generally bad judges of our possessions. We are either inclined to attach too much to them or underestimate them. Let me see yours."
They were face to face. Jean with her skirt lifted to her knees. Betty now imitating her action, showing legs slightly more plump hut beautiful nevertheless.
Jean emitted a cry of pleased surprise. "They are lovelier than I thought, they make a splendid appearance."
Betty seemed much surprised, and Jean continued: "Come, let us walk to the garden house. Since my legs please you so much. I will show you the rest. We will be alone and can, without fear of discovery, give ourselves over to pleasure. You know. I admire your charms, too."
"Jean" murmured Betty. "I saw part of your breasts at the ball. I have seen your legs. Now I am delirious of seeing the rest of you."
With a sudden movement Jean lifted up her skirts, baring her body to the waist. "Let's see who can get to the summer house first and she began to run with her skirts high in the air to escape the hampering weeds. Betty not far behind in a like position.
It was a charming sight the two women racing along with arses bared. They entered the small house, Jean falling on the seat while Betty, behind, fell on her with fury, her head pressed to her companion's buttocks which she kissed ardently.
"Stop! Stop!" cried Jean. "Remember you are my sister-in-law."
"But, my brother, Hugo, has surely kissed you like this."
"Yes. But he is mad. He lives on such stuff."
"I can well believe it. Oh, but what pleasure it is to plunge my tongue into your secret recesses."
"But, you have never tried it before?"
"Never, until this minute. And you?"
"I am the wife of your brother. Is it not enough? And your husband?"
"Debros ? Ah - him. He can think of nothing but making babies, and knows nothing about caresses for his wife."
"He seems to love you. A firing passion seems to smother within him."
"He seems. That's all. His fires are easily extinguished."
Betty, on conclusion of her speech, moved a little lower, tickling her clitoris, darting the tongue towards the cunt, animating Jean to the utmost. Deprived of the pleasure arising from enacting of one of the many gay scenes because of the presence of guests, Jean's senses were quickly vibrating to the deluge of furious caress. It was with great difficulty that she tore away to suggest that they undress the better to make love to each other.
Soon, both naked, Betty almost discharging at the sight of Jean; that wanton minutely inspecting the body of her sister-in-law.
"Your teats are better than mine, being well rounded and separated to perfection, but they have not the saucy tilt to common to the lover. But, you are beautiful, with those plump legs, large hips and a beautiful arse. The tiny cunt nestling below the soft moss drives me into raptures. I must lap at it as you are at mine."
"You will do this for me?"
"Yes, I want you to learn everything from me."
"Jean, I adore you." Betty, being prevented from getting to her knees, continued: "And you will give me lessons in love."
"Of course. But come into my arms."
"Into your arms?"
"Yes, yes - on the sofa. Your mouth against mine - your little treasure against mine - and put your hands on my arse, the same as I am putting mine on yours."
"You are trying to kill me with pleasure."
Jean had commenced to passionately kiss the mouth of Betty, who trembling in every muscle, rubbed her belly against her sister-in-laws, rubbed her cunt against Jean's cunt, and tickled the other's arse-cheeks as she felt her own being manipulated. "My God, my God," the overcome woman cried. "I never dreamed of these delights. Who has taught you all this? Surely not my brother alone. One man could not have the strength."
Betty was conscious of Jean's tongue working its way all over her body, on the neck, on the teats, on the belly - a series of warm tingling, voluptuous caresses, finally arriving at the lovely grotto and the clitoris guarding it. With an abrupt convulsive heave Betty discharged, crying at once: "Jean - hold - it is too much - I cannot see - I am dying - the joy is too much!"
Her passion or rather the state of her body from the great waves of sensation overwhelming it was too much to warrant continuation. Jean, understanding, ceased her caresses, though unwillingly, held the half-fainting Betty to her as a mother would hold an infant child.
"What delirium," she whispered to Jean.
"That is to be expected the first time, but things will be different when you get used to it. We shall return at a not far distant date and resume where we had left off."
They dressed and left the house, discussing on their way the thousand and one possibilities of attaining the sublimes of love. Not soon were they discovered, and then, in a manner designed to place Betty in a position of which she had never dreamed.
Meanwhile, as has been pointed out, Dorothy, Jean's.
She caressed with greater frenzy the arse cheeks of Jean, who moved conclusively under the tonguing. From time to time, Hugo lifted his sister's legs, driving her almost mad with the furious kissing of the thusly exposed cunt. With what great joy he compared the two arses - finding in each some favorable points. The cheeks of Jean's arse were more round, more elegant than Betty's, which was more massive, more extensive, offering a larger white surface. Jean's was of the aristocratic kind, presenting itself in pleasing contrast to the plebeian buttocks of Betty.
It was finally necessary to cease the pleasure for the moment, or else they would have spent most uselessly, and ruined the chance of bringing the orgy to an immediate and successful climax. With great regret they suspended, temporarily, the soft exercise and Hugo sat upon the lounge, a woman on either knee. To ease Betty's embarrassment for Hugo was caressing their teats playing with the hair of their mounds, and even inserting his fingers in their cunts. Jean bent over the young woman, gazed into her eyes with fusion, kissed her hotly murmuring: "Go on - suck him. Let me see if you can love me well enough to do as I ask."
Younger sister, was off riding with Hugo. They had galloped joyously, reining in occasionally to exchange a word or two as they drew their breaths, they had trotted slowly side by side, the man studying with pleasure the grace of his companion and they had rested at ease in a pleasant field, talking.
"Hugo," asked Dorothy. "Tell me how you managed to acquire so much money in so short a span of time. Yon were poor when you married Jean. Papa pretends that it is all no mystery, says that you possibly made it speculating in stocks?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because no one will tell me. But I have ideas."
"What sort of ideas, Dorothy?"
The girl leaned over and whispered: "I think that Jean helped you to make your fortune. Jean had plenty of lovers who for her favor would gladly pay anything she asked. Tell me, Hugo, is it not with money collected thusly that you were able to found your fortune?"
Seeing Hugo pale and disturbed, she placed a hand on his arm and with drooping eyes continued: "I can see that you are hurt, but I did not think the less of you because of it. If I had been in her place, I would have done the same thing. If some day we three are all together, and you are desperately in need of money, I will prove it to you. I will sell myself for you as she sold herself."
His heart beat wildly as he softly asked: "You love me?"
"Yes"
"Dorothy?"
"Shhh. Don't talk so loudly. Tell me, is it the truth?"
"Only in part."
"Ah, so I have divined. I had thought more than once that jean was attempting to approach me but each time she seemed to recoil at the crisis. Perhaps she has nourished the intent of teaching me.
"What pleasure means?"
Words ceased, there was no further need for them. Thoughts of each revolved about the desirability of physical union. But the pleasure was not to be theirs that day for custom demanded that they be back at the chateau within a reasonable length of time, all too short for the consummation of their desires.
Hugo, on his return, excused himself to the guests dining upon the terrace, pleading that he had an important letter to write. Dashing up to his room, he summoned his wife to him. She noticed his overwrought condition, unbuttoned his trousers, releasing the hardened prick, and seating herself astride it, and in a short time extracted from it, the cause of his annoyance, the great swath of sperm which had been begging for release from the confining twin prisons, his balls.
The next day Dorothy and Hugo again rode to the scene where love had been discovered. Sitting upon a large stone they embraced ... gazed fondly at each other, and their lips met passionately.
"I love you, Dorothy. It is a vow."
"And I love you, Hugo. I am yours to do with as you please."
"Can you realize what you are saying? What do you know about the consummation of love?"
"We girls often talked about it at the convent, although none of us had ever experienced the feel of a man." Drawing her hand from his, she dropped it to where the now tepid prick caused a great swelling in his trousers. "So, it is with that that women are made."
Without the slightest shame, she played her fingers over it, almost causing him to discharge. "I believe I will love the pleasure, Hugo. I think, in fact, that 1 shall live a life pleasure."
"What do you mean by pleasure?" asked her brother-in-law.
"By pleasure I mean such as my sister knew as an actress. Many lovers, many parties, the will to do just as I please without fear of convention."
At this moment a clap of thunder was heard and a driving rain began to fall from a sky which had been overcast without their being aware of it. Hurriedly, mounting their horses, they were forced to seek shelter in the village, that being much nearer than the chateau. Entering the small inn, Dorothy led off by the buxom mistress to remove the thoroughly wet garments while Hugo gave instructions to the landlord. He and Madame desired a room with a roaring fire and some wine and biscuits.
Standing before the fire toasting his feet, Hugo glared over at his companion who was arrayed in one of the tavern-wench's voluminous night gowns. As she smiled, he went to her and placed several warm kisses upon her arms and shoulders. Unfastening the chemise at the top, he let it fall, baring the virgin at the navel. He kissed the tiny teats, the pretty little apples, pert in their expectation.
She felt him groping for her arse, and felt only a slight shame, covering it by hiding her head against his breast.
He lifted her chin, saying gently:
�Heaven had put you in my arms, shall I take you?�
The storm howled without, deafening peals of thunder succeed flashes of lightning. I became darker and darker but without effect upon the two so wrapped in each other. The girl pressed her lips to his, replying: �Take me.�
He carried her to the bed and in a twinkling was undressed at her side. Spreading her thighs, he gazed with rapture at the blond hair on her mound, at the tiny cunt, now so tight and with a ferocity began to apply his lips to the slit so beautifully created for happiness and love. Having embraced the lovely bud he was so soon to ravish, he placed his hand on his prick and showed her how to manipulate in and the associated balls. Then, giving away to the firs coursing in his veins, he threw himself to the attack of the citadel or her virginity.
It was a painful operation owing to the smallest of Dorothy�s cunt, but she did not recoil. Her teeth chattered � she began to cry � but she herself forced him to continue when he would have stopped out of consideration of her suffering. Pushing the head of his weapon to the entrance, he murmured: �Spread apart your thighs. Take your legs in your hands and pull them to you.�
She tried to hold them in her hands, lifting them in the air, presenting to him the cunt expanded, by this maneuver, to its utmost, but she was forced to drop them again when she felt the burning pain that followed as he pushed slowly, bit by bit, into the hitherto unviolated flower. But, finally, he plunged all in, and the tears dried. A joy before unknown that such was caused by her chosen lover, his prick resting deep in her vagina. She felt herself bound body and soul to this man because of the bit of flesh which had cockily forced its way between the pure lips of her cunt � and the second virgin had fallen.
In spite of their plans, the liaison of Hugo and Dorothy came to an abrupt halt, the girls� father taking to her home in Paris. Hugo was heartbroken and in trying to forget spent much time in the village with his brother-in-law, Debros.
For some time, his thoughts being only of Dorothy, he failed to notice the little absences of Jean and Betty, but as time provides a healing salve, he began to wonder at them, become intensely curious as of the reasons for them.
One afternoon he watched them row to the island. Taking another row boat, he made his way to the spot, tip-toed to the house until he could witness all that was taking place without begin seen himself.
There they were - in their initial toying, Jean, all naked, extended to her belly, her arse abandoned to Betty, who, ate naked, was laying by her side. Jean's arse was heaving to and fro with a motion coinciding with Betty's tongue, which ardently licked the furrows and parts about the delicious globes. The charming spectacle of his sister's tongue promenading without cessation upon his wife's fat buttocks enthralled Hugo. He walked in silently, grasped Betty by the neck, lifting her up and noting with a great deal of amusement the horrified surprise in her eyes. Jean, never noticing the intrusion, was agitating herself convulsively, as if about to come.
Betty, torn from her pleasure, pointed to the heaving arse, crying: "Take your place then, but leave me alone."
This exclamation brought Jean out of her emotion. Turning and seeing Hugo, she gleefully said; "Ah, we are discovered. And by a gentleman who I thought was too busy with other women to pay much attention to his wife. Come Betty. Continue work for he has no cause for complaint. We may even let him join us a little later."
Betty needed no second invitation, and once more her tongue roved over the satin-skinned buttocks of Jean who had retaken her position.
The man watched in silence the actions of his sister as she bent over Jean. The velvet ass seemed to invite caresses, so stooping over he implanted a firm kiss on the lovely arse hole.
Licking and being licked, Betty wriggled her body in ecstasy, stammering: "Ah - ah - this is heaven. What a beautiful idea, Hugo. Jean - Jean - he is doing to me what I am doing to you."
"Oh, no. I cannot. We are brother and sister."
"But here we forget relationship. Come, I am a priestess of love and will preside at the ceremony. I desire to know too the effect the spectacle will have upon me."
Betty, her nature of the daring sort, hesitated no longer.
Turning to her brother, she took his cheeks in her hands, gazed languidly into his eyes, made suggestive motions with her lips, to the great astonishment of Hugo, who cried: "She had taught you that, with whom?"
"She has tried it with nobody," replied Jean, "You are the first to intrude on her intimacy; she has never bad practical experience."
Betty hid her head on her brother's shoulder, but pulled her away, commanding: "Show him what you know."
The girl permitted herself to be forced to her knees between the thighs of her brother, and for the first time in her life, contemplated at ease and in close proximity the prick of a man.
Jean, kneeling behind her with belly pressed against her arse, seized her husband's prick in her fingers, and directed it to Betty's mouth, giving her instructions. "Open your lips and receive this thing which gives us so much joy. Suck it once more until you have the whole head in your mouth. Ah - you do not do it right. Here - watch me do it and you will get the correct motions."
Jean took her place, and Betty knelt beside her, her face satisfied, to carefully watch. Jean facing her husband, his prick in her hand, she rested an elbow on his thighs for a few moments her mouth poised above the erect cock, on the head of which she gave a few dainty licks with her tongue, then she tickled it with one of her erect nipples.
Snowing Betty how to hold the mouth lips barely opened, she slowly drew the whole head of the rampant charger into her lovely mouth. She then let it slip out and remarked to Betty: "See, in this manner it is done." Supporting a cheek on his thigh, she again took the prick in her hand, passed her lips all over the flaming head, bestowed a few passionate kisses and little sucks on it. Then arising, she cried in her excitement: "This is enough for one lesson. Come Betty let us get him on the sofa. Each will put her head on a thigh and we will suck together."
Extended on his back, the heads of the two lovely girls on his thighs, Hugo was almost bare of his senses. They were kissing his prick, passing it from one mouth to the other, sucking it between tight lips, while tickling each other's cunts, enclosing their legs and pressing their teats to each other.
Jean, felt by the movements of the turgid weapon, that it was about to discharge, so with one accord she stopped the playing and cried: "Come, darlings, go to the finish with each other. Come my thighs or arse for a pillow and enjoy yourselves." She pushed them in each other's arms, and Hugo began the attack on his sister as she lay on the plump thighs of his wife.
