"Have One On Me" by Ashton Douglass was originally published in Paris, where its absolute frankness about subject matter rarely touched on in any novel got it promptly banned by the French authorities. The copies which survived censorship were quickly reprinted and had an enormous underground circulation among collectors of the "avant garde" erotic novel both in London, Paris and elsewhere on the Continent. Even case-hardened connoisseurs of erotica were startled by the unusually frank treatment of previously taboo subject matter which was so daringly presented by the author.
No matter how bizarre, oversexed and abnormal the characters so vividly presented in this story may seem, the current sexual revolution has made us realize that the happenings so realistically presented here are actually not as far out as one might think. The headlines in the daily papers will immediately bear out this observation for the interested reader.
However, even the most blase reader will agree that such open treatment of incest in its fullest details, prostitution, sodomy, lesbi anism and perversion has never been seen between the covers of a book. The secret vices and complete disintegration of what appears to be a normal, middle-class family is portrayed with such reality that we feel that the author is revealing his own family skeletons in the closet.
The brilliant psychoanalyst, Alfred Adler, has made the following most pertinent observation:
"The young writer is frequently a motherfixated individual with strong subconscious homosexual tendencies. His first novel is likely to be the frankest and most realistic of his works. It represents the secret outpourings of his unconscious neuroses, his guilty fixations flood onto the paper as if by this act he can free himself of the tormenting burden he has been carrying since childhood. Sometimes this so-called 1 'literary catharsis" will work and the individual sees his masochistic mental gyrations more objectively. More often the neurotic pattern of perverse behavior is so ingrained that the same pattern of psychic behavior is simply repeated in a different environment.
The sexually sick individual always requires some analytic help. The insight required for a cure or remission of most perverse symptoms can rarely be arrived at by the patient alone."
The reader will have to decide for himself what the ultimate destiny of the central char acter of "Have One On Me" is apt to be. But, the events leading up to the dramatic finale will keep him spellbound.
Continental Classics once again brings to the reading public a novel of compelling, modern interest. Because of the subject matter, it is recommended only for serious students of psychology or sociology and the mature general reader.
Allan Saunders, MA. New York City, January 1968
Archive Note: The truly amazing number of misspellings in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct the misspelled or misused words.
CHAPTER I
The fashion has swung to keeping an intimate diary full of memories and emotions. Even those who have nothing to say start to write, to put down little scrolling notes on white paper telling of their slightest gest daring their meager daily life. Banal stories which leave the reader indifferent and totally deceived.
This diary-my diary-shall never he read by anyone except myself. I don't wish anyone to read what I have to say and especially after reading it would merely lift their insensitive shoulders.
I don't even know i� what I am Baying here has any importance or not. Bat for me it has, and the hell with others. As soon as I had the idea of putting down all the things that happened to me, I decided to put down the honest truth and nothing hut that. I swore to make it the intimate itself, the most personal kept diary one could find. And it is for this reason that this work, without arti fice, without the vanity of literary pose, will never be published.
And besides it is scarcely publishable, except for some minor sections. And yet... everything is seemy inside... so discouraging. By nature I am already somber, not made for the kind of life one ordinarily leads. Perhaps if I had lived in the time of the Renaissance, I would have been able to come to the fore and present my true personality. Now, I am just one of the anonymous flock of sheep that drags on drearily.
I don't. know whether my writing can rightly be called a 'journal'. I have just begun. And I have to reflect, memoriae the moments I have lived. Here on my bureau desk, there are many scribbled notes. It is all very human all this . Constantly I must struggle in this strange chapter of my life, telling myself that I am writing for myself and nothing has to be cattered to for the great public.
I am just as I am, and this is the way to be....
Let me begin, hoping that I shall have a good deal of pleasure in rereading what I have written one day, something special in turbulent sex, pleasantly true, hot, verv perverted and above all, highly personal. It is in the depths of oneself that we dig out the pleasures of the senses. The others, lovers, friends, are only the tools which help us crystalize and perfect the pleasure that is born within us.
I ignored all this when I was sixteen. Who could have instructed me at that time? My parents were very dull, without any imagination, without passion unless it concerned making money. That is the way I judged them when I was sixteen. Perhaps I was too hard on them. But one thing is true and undeniable, they loved money and to be left alone. It is easy to see that I had a well-cared for youth.
Everything went on calmly right up to the time I entered high school. My parents had some strange ideas. They were under the impression that I had learned enough. It was then that a sudden burst of boredom drowned me. I staid at home and watched my mother work in the kitchen. Now and then I would crack a nut or lick a bowl of sugar. Once in awhile I would chase a fly. Oh, how terribly bored I was with it all.
It was so awful just hanging around the house that I took on new habits. I began to observe my patents, even spy on them and judge them. But what I noticed little by little wag more than I had expected. I can pardon my atrocious behavior for I was young.
Quite often during the afternoon, my mother locked herself in her room, the room she shared with my father. She left me to loiter around the bouse alone.
'When she went to the bedroom, she never came out until an hour or so later. Even a thunderstorm couldn't make her come out and she knew I was afraid of thunder and lightning.
The house was concealed and even during the later hours of the afternoon, it was dark inside. It was an old house and I wound up liking it. I was amused by the mysterious darkened hallways, the turning stairways, the creeking steps and the silence.
There were strange reflections in the boose and it made me pretend that I lived inside an aquarium. The mirrors were green and when the windows were .open the sun barely streamed through the layers of dust.
When I left school I slowly discovered this fantastic haunted house in which I was living. I myself became mysterious.
I took advantage of my mother's siestas to rummage around the house. I knew every nook and cranny to such an extent that I was able to disappear for many hoars without leaving the slightest trace. If I wanted to, I could not be found.
One of die rooms which attracted me the most was my father's library. The first time I went into privated Welling I noticed that the bookcase waa locked. I tried all the keys I could find, but none of them fit.
The day after I offered to do the shopping. She was rather astonished. Actually she didn't have much confidence in me for this sort of thing for I was always forgetting one thing or another and more often than not something would break before I got home. However she let me go to the market and bid me what to buy, especially merchandise that was at a reasonable price.
I was well-acquainted with her avaricious Ways. I had saved a bit of money and during my shopping I visited a key maker. There I bought a skeleton key that would fit any door to any bookcase.
I had to tell the keymaker that our house was old and that many of our keys were missing. I had that innocent air I know how to have on such occasions. It worked perfectly well and he was quickly convinced of my good intentions.
I waited.
A few days later her fancies started np once more and she once again took her habitual siestas. I was left alone. As soon as she shut her door, I took my skeleton key and silently crept to the library. It worked and soon I was delving in the deep throes of my father's private collection. Before me was his greatest possession.
His books were all dirty ones, with drawings and sometimes even photographs. I managed to take one of the more interesting looking ones out and I was sure that no one would notice a book missing, the bookcase was stuffed with so many of them.
It was in this manner that I acquired the habit of taking a siesta and just like my mother, my eyes grew deep with lines after an hour of 'repose'. After I had read die first book, I found out what masturbation was and that this solitary pleasure was a marvelous thing.
Naturally I learned that it was unwise to abuse this very special pleasure. I was reasonable. I held off for a long while and fingered myself little by little. After I bad rested I started up once more. I did the same thing with my reading. I never over did it. I was more of a gourmet than a gourmand. Before I took another book, I exhausted the erotic potential of each book. I had all the time in the world in front of me. I wag able to linger at my ease and whet my appetite.
Bit by bit, during my nightly escapades, those which I spent passionately and peacefully in my room, I dreamt up a lover, a prince charming, whom I called to whenever my morose and delicious moments arrived.
I created a marvelous person. He was sixfeet three. He was muscular with a V-shaped torso. His penis was superb, always hard and ready when I needed it. I took off his clothes, one piece at a time and this is how I discovered him. This is the way I preferred to reach his cherished possession.
When he would take me in his arms and kiss me on the mouth, I received an unheralded pleasure. I practically melted. Soon his bands were on my thighs and then they were between my thighs. And yet it was my hand fondly caressing my sensual parts. I would treat my sex delicately and at the same time, I was rather violent with it. This rleased me enormously. And all die while felt his huge tongue exploring me, pressing in my mouth like a slithery serpent. And he kept on his attack touching me here and there. I was wet and sticky with slime. Then, after he managed to make me so awfully wet, he crawled on top of me. He roughly spread my legs apart and placed them drapped over his shoulders just like in the pictures I had seen. I found .this position particularly inviting. Then he would penetrate me with his immense dart.
At that moment it was no longer my hand that was working but it was his dick, or at least what I imagined it to be. I became his slave of paasion. Little by little he gorged mo out. Oh, how I felt hi* huge prick in my abdomen. I could feel his hardness and I bit my lip with joy.
I had the impression that I was being had by a handsome male instrument that would never grow tired of such lubricity. I knew he would net give up until I was crashed and broken by a steady stream of pleasure that would send me off to dreamland and the wakes of joy.
It was this phantom that I named my shadowy angel, who, one night suggested to me, while speaking in my ear with hit lascivious and perverted bustling voice, that we go see my parents and find oat whet they were up to.
Of course we'll do it, but first my orgasm. I wasn't interested in another node besides myself. Once my appetite was vanquished, I was ready for other pasture*. My imaginative adventures became my greatest and most dear activity.
He was an unusually diabolical creature, my lover, that handsome shadowy angel. "When he took me in his arms he would speak of my mother, telling me about her breasts, her stomach and her thighs. He told me about her in a heated tone and with satanic sensuality. I really didn't want to listen to him* but inspite of myself the words he pronounced in his rough voice became indelibly printed in my mind. Whenever I tried to rid myself of them, they came back all the stronger. Once in awhile he asked questions, questions that I even asked myself... Is she attractive, in she sensual, hot? Does she love to have pleasurable explosions, does she experiment, is she lascivious? Does she get as wet as I do? And her lover, her husband, what is he like?
The physical make-up of my mother was undeniably a sensual one. She was big without being Cat. In the proper places she was quite firm. She was the right size for caressing hands. And because of the incessant questioning of my nightly lover, I asked myself if my father was sufficient enough for the task.
One day I saw my mother walking about the house with a thin nightrobe on. It pronounced and highlighted her nudity. I even noticed that during her siesta her robe was lightly tossed aside and that she also had a spiritual lover who would force her into the most filthy trials.
Suddenly I saw her in a new light. She no longer was the tight, dried-up woman I had seen. When I saw her masturbating, I believed her to be good and affectionate after all.
What a stupid person I was and how sentimental. It isn't because she enjoy herself that she will cherish and give affection to her own flesh and blood.
I found this out later on and at my �own expense.
My mother seemed to live in the clouds perpetually. Erotic clouds more than others. She loved to make love, she was after her joy and pleasure and everything else was secondary. This is what she told me one day, when she had found out that I was aware of her.
If she thought of anything else, it was money. Certainly she never thought of her daughter whom she left forever in a state of solitude without any moral support. But I wonder what she could have given in the way of moral support. My life was consumed by two people who were profoundly egotistical.
If I had never known what pleasure certain positions were capable of giving me, I would have found her gymnastics absurd. Just seeing her on all fours with her big ass a foot or so away from the mirror and her head slightly inclined to watch her own spectacle as she fingered her private parti, gave me a desire to perform on myself. Then she straddled the big armchair in her room and started in her strange antics. Another favorite trick was to lay on her back and push her head up on a pillow so as to watch her every movement.
The obscenes faces she would make at the time of her orgasm fascinated me. I felt I was watching a strip-tease show, a moral strip-tease. All her pride and pompous barriers tumbled and I saw only a woman who was out of breath and lamentably alone. Perhas she wag happy... Who knows?
I found in her all the female characters of the booke 1 had read. She was the living creation of them all. She showed me all the facets of erotism.
A strange thing occured to me. When I watched my parents make love, I became disgusted with love and even with masturbation. I tried to forget this couple of lovers, just my father and mother, and I took np once more with my satanic black lover. I learned many things from him.
He hurdled me and I could almost feel bit enormous prick run into me. It was wet and hard and it felt like glue was plugging me up. I let myself go. I listened to his raucous voice with the greatest of pleasnre. He told me, among other things, that my mother was damned. She was the prostitute variety and she even had lesbian instincts. Even my father was denounced as a brute and depraved individual who didn't know how to handle women because of his weak forces.
And I ought to admit it. Next to my mother, my father seemed like a small piece of macaroni . Undoubtedly he was a poor bum who didn't know how to fuck for a penny. If he got inside her, I could bet that she hardly even felt it. Her finger was probably fatter than his cock.
Well this is the way I was between sixteen and twenty years of age.
Oh, I nearly forgot... During that time, I was a very good Catholic. With my parents I went to church every Sunday. Much like them, I confessed regularly and went to communion at all necessary times:
I noticed that it was that day, Saturday night to he exact, when coming home from church, that my mother broke loose. Every time collection time came, my mother would put her garter button in the collection box. This might have given her some ideas. Maybe it was because she had so many faults that one more or less wouldn't hurt. She would toil of her misgivings when the proper time came.
It was that night that they went to bed early. And I went to the cinema. Well, let's get straightened out. 1 didn't have any money to go to the films but I watched their entangle* meats in the dark. This was my Saturday eve cinema. I saw how she emptied the male's bail and all. She sacked long and hard and then dragged the instrument between her thighs. Then she would take the instrument and place it between her enormous breasts.
There were a number of other things she managed to do, without any real modesty. Then she would masturbate in a rage right in front of her man.
She did all this in the big armchair and she was clad in a peekaboo outfit. As I recall she even wore glasses.
My dear mom was full of ardent passion.
She knew how to take care of herself and my pop too. Her face was screwed up by voluptuous pleasure which insulted my poor father who was not up to such doings.
The dear lady was triumphant and she took great pride in showing off her pleasure to her weasel-like Husband. How well she expanded her orgasm. She would tell him how much pleasure and delight she had emptying her load in front of him.
And little by little I began to enjoy myself as much as she, and maybe even more. I wanted to destroy the two human beings that had made me. Or perhaps to be more precise, I wanted to destroy myself in the greatest of all thrills, that of the senses. Very quickly I became adept in the most vicious and extraordinary ways.
Listen closely and I will tell all.
CHAPTER II
One day my mother became sick. According to her I was too young to look after the household and she thought it better to engage a woman lor .the purposes of cleaning up. She refused to call this woman by the name of her employment, a maid.
I was astonished. Knowing my mother, how could she employ someone who would cost her money? It would certainly be expensive for this woman who was so tight .with bills and the like. It was then that I learned that my father had received a promotion. He became the director of his small factory. His salary had by no means been insufficient up to that time. But now we were going to have a maid.
She was a woman of some forty years of age and rather large. Her mouth was somewhat disdainful for a maid, especially with her broken nose and her strong body, a body which was extremely curvacious for a working woman. She never seemed to smile and her dark* look penetrated right through me. She appeared to be the counterpart of my diabolical lover. The way she walked disturbed me. She tip-toed so silently that more than once I was taken aback to find her by my side suddenly and quite unexpectedly. Sometimes I would grow green with fear at the rapid intrusion.
I grew mistrustful of Gertrude. One night, a Saturday night to be exact, after my father had gone to bed, we had a long conversation. it was the first time that I learned a great deal about our maid.
We sat in the dining room in a dim light, because of expenses we had to keep the lights lew, and Gertrude sewed buttons on a blouse. She had to look hard at her work because the light was very weak. While she threaded a needle she said without looking up.
"It must not he very amusing for you, Miss, in this house."
"How right you are, Gertrude. It isri*t any fun at all. Sometimes I feel like the living dead and this is the way it will always be."
"Lucky for you that you can borrow your father's prised library books."
"Gertrude, how do you know about that?"
"Oh, I know about it, Miss. Don't ask me bow. There are many things I know. Miss as her way of enjoying herself as well... in fact every night... at least once a night I should say."
"Oh, Gertrude..."
I thought I would die of shame. I turned beet red, then white and then started to stutter, trying to eliminate everything by a vague response. I could say nothing. Gertrude intervened happily to put an end to my sheepish embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it. All young girls do the same thing... and even grown-up woman... It shouldn't be exaggerated though' Humph, there is no danger in it at all... and it does give an undeniable pleasure... especially when you don't have anything else to do with your li�e."
"In other words, you are excusing me from my little preoccupations?"
I looked longingly at Gertrude to see what her response would be. I wanted a favorable answer.
"I pardon you, my dear... and it will never be I who will tell your parents. To tell the truth, you're the only one I like in this household. Your parents don't have any heart. They shouldn't leave you in such straits."
"It's nice of you to say so. At least that consoles me. I mean having someone who understands. You know it means a lot. I think we are going to be good friends, my dear Gertrude."
"I should like nothing better, Miss. It will be our little secret between us... a delicious secret... a love secret. And to show you how much I count on your affection, I'll tell you something about myself. I myself do the same thing... Yes, yes. I caress myself... and with a certain perversity."
Suddenly a burning excitement took hold of me I knew what it was... I relaized that I now had a friend and that soon we could he together. Without any doubt, Gertrude was thinking the same thing.
She got up and put the blouse on the chair and then threw her arms around my neck. She looked deep into my eyes. She didn't smile, but instead she fixed me to the spot. She appeared as though she wished to hypnotize me. I began to tremble. I waited with emotion in the hope of finding a pleasant end to this encumbering moment. I wanted it to happen right there, immediately, right in the dinning room and I didn't care how it would be done. I let myself go. I became soft under her touch.
"You're ready to begin something that might prove costly, Mies."
Her lips were pressed against my ear and she kept up the intrigue.
"I know you went to confession... I can guess everything. It's the best moment of all."
"Gertrude, please don't call me Miss any more. Just call me Lucy."
"Lucy, my dear Lucy... I have loved you from the first day that I set eyes on you. Yes, when I first put my foot into this house and saw you at the door. I'm on your side... I am your dearest friend. You can tell me anything."
"Oh, Gertrude I can really confide in you."
She put her hand on my neck and gave it a good massage. Oh, how I needed that hand and its wonderful sensation. It felt so good. It was the first time that I felt a human contact on my hungry body. It was different and so splendid.
Her hands left my neck and insidiously were placed on my breasts. She began to caress my nipples and I thought I would die of happiness.
"Lucy, you want something special tonight. You aren't going to tell me differently are you."
"Gertrude, oh, Gertrude... I don't... know... I feel so so funny... I've never felt like this before."
"You would really like to be nude, Lucy, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, Gertrude..."
Suddenly she moved back a step and with one quick gest she raised her skirt. I saw her abdomen and the mysterious triangle of hair. Her skirt fell.
"Gertrude, why... It was so... so attractive."
Still standing in front of me she whispered to me.
"Now, it's your turn."
I didn't have any underpants on and just she like how I showed her my bare belly even though my gesture was a bit clumsy. Then she raised her skirt up again, bent toward me and kissed me flush on the mouth. Then our looks betrayed us. We only had eyes for our respective nudity. Our thighs spread apart slowly and we were both quite hot.
"I'm dying to do something wicked, Lucy."
"I feel the same Gerty."
We stood there spellbound and shaking. I was the first to break the heated atmosphere.
"I'm so happy, so very happy to have you as a friend, Gertrude."
"We*re going to get on famously, Lucy. We are going to really love each other. We are going to roll in delight and pleasure. And above all, we are going to do what pleases us."
It was at that precise moment that my mother called from her bedroom and Gertrude had to leave me to care for her. Daring the time she was gone I remained, immobile in the half-darkened room. I stood there trembling, excited, imagining what was going to happen.
A few minutes later, Gertrude came back. She was furious. Her face showed it and I began to worry.
"Your mother wants me to spend the night in her room. She says she doesn't feel well and she doesn't want to be alone. What a hell, of time for this to happen. I was hopnig..."
I was just as angry as Gertrude about it. All at once I hated my mother. Why did she have to intervene at such a time? She was hindering me from realizing my goal, something I held dear. I wasn't indifferent one bit. It was hate for her that I felt strongly. It came just like that in one brusk thrust. I was falling in love with Gerty and I wanted her more than anything else. She was the one who taught me how to live or rather would tell me and act it out with me. She was the one who would bring joy into my young life.
I even went so far as to detest my father. He also never thought of his daughter as a human being. For him I was just a hampering object useless and had to be put up with. I was just someone to feed and cloth and my mental or social life didn't count for him either.
I was forced to go to my room. Happily, the book which I stole earlier that day consoled my disappointement a bit. However, I didn't feel quite up to masturbating. I thought of Gertrude and I knew with her it would be more amusing, much more exciting to do certain things.
It was difficult to get her nude stomach out of my head. Her free movements with me intrigued me. I even thought of her mouth which should be ideal for certain caresses and to murmur many worthwhile phrases of love. I didn't tell myself that I was going against the laws of nature and would drift on the reefs of perversity. I really didn't care. I felt driven to something that was more important than simple thought processes. The books I read talked of different perversities with all the details. I didn't find the books or what they had to say in the least abnormal. Normalcy was in the mind in the same way that abnormality was. I was convinced of this.
About one o'clock I fell into a deep sleep. The book had fallen out of my hands on to the carpet.
The next morning, Gertrude brought me breakfast. It was a treat having breakfast in bed. She took advantage of my semi-nude state to caress me a little. She even kissed me on the mouth uttering Words of love.
I asked her how she bad spent the night.
"Not so well. I had the impression that your mother didn't want me to rest one hour. During the time that she says she is sick she just seems to rest. But at night she rarely gets a proper wink of sleep. And this way she takes it out on others. She is terribly tyrannical. I could even swear that she suspects something between us. And yet, I never made any advances and never showed that I could be in love with a young girl like you... as far as that goes... any other woman."
"Nothing happened then, Gertrude." "Nothing has happened as yet." She smiled the smile of a blooming sensual woman. She gazed at me longingly. "But it won't be long. I want to..."
I thought she would take a hunk put of my shoulder. Her eyes were wet and she was nervous.
"No one is going to prevent me from doing what I wish to do. I will not give up my project. I'll put everything out of the way to fulfill my desire. I would rather walk all over your mother than give you up."
"You're right Gertrude. You musn't renounce. I'm with you. You're the only one who hasn't been hitter and indifferent to me. Everything I read in those hooks I'll live out with you... even the worst and most vicious events. I love you more than my parents... much more, I detest them so much now."
"You will see how famously we will get along. We'll have a full life together. Everything you read in your father's books you'll lire out with me... all those savoury experiences. I intend to teach you everything that one is capable of learning. To begin with, this very afternoon, we can be alone and tranquil. We can finally give to one another and be very close."
That day I helped Gertrude with the housework. But how were we going to handle my mother, who certainly would be up to our slightest caprice? We bad to restrain ourselves and to .smother our desires.
Lunch came and we all took our places at the table. Gertrude served my mother a very ample lunch. My mother in her healthful ways asked for some fruit juice as an after lunch quencher.
I became visibly nervous. Wasn't she going to leave us alone? This stalling became terrifically irritating. She always wanted something, some more butter, bread, or whatever it was.
A few minutes later, Gertrude called to me from my mother's room. I hastened up there to see what was wrong. When I entered I saw Gertrude standing before my mother who was sound asleep. I had the impression she was never going to wake up again. For an instant I was horrified.
"You can see what a dose of sleeping pills will do. There you have a real sleeping lamb. She'll be in the arms of Morpheus for at least two solid hours."
She drew back from the bed and unbuttoned her skirt. It fell to the floor and I saw her stomach, her thighs and her luscious ass.
"Do the same thing. Take off your dress, Lucy. Go on, don't be timid."
"You mean here . Right in front of...?"
"How else will you have a real joy. Hasn't she made it difficult enough for you?"
Gertrude helped me take off my dress by slipping it over my warmed head. "While I still had on my bra she caressed my teats and moved her big body up against mine. I felt hot and quite ill at ease because of the enormous sleeping hulk of woman there. Suddenly she forced my thick thighs apart. "Let yourself go... Relax..." She said in a low scarcely audible voice.
She acted quickly and came straight to the point Gertrude's competence was a masterpiece to behold. I hugged her, opened my legs, and offered myself to her experienced touch.
"I'm going to masterbate you. Can't you feel me? It's good isn't it?"
"Oh, it's good, alright... Gertrude... you're making me... oh Gerty, how fine it all is... I love to be caressed by you, my darling."
"And now do the same to me. Go on, don't be afraid. She isn't going to wake up. Remember that we're having a good time right under her very nose. Isn't it a marvelous vengeance on this egotistical female who threatens to run your life?"
"Oh, Gerty... I'mmm going to come... right here in this room... in front of her."
However, Gertrude still had a task to perform. She took off her own blouse and the rest of her lingerie and stood completely naked before the young girl that I was in this uncensored affair.
She left me alone while she arranged her clothes. I felt a mixture of warmth and fear and for a moment I thought the fear was winning out.
On the bed my mother stormed with a flood of snoring as though it were coming from a badly tuned barrel organ.
When I was entirely nude, I didn't prevent the loving Gerty from going on her knees before me. She kissed me all over profoundly while inch by inch I spread my thighs.
Then I felt her mouth crisp against my wet box and it was the first time that an oral touch was felt in this particular 6pot.
A voracious mouth hung to my twat and an agile tongue flitted in and out of the opening. My cunt was torrid and dripping. I felt that I was losing all my substance. I seemed to be swimming in a torrent of pleasure juice.
Cunningly, I gave a roll of my beely and my cunt slipped up to the belaboring mouth.
I loved having her head there in my precious pussy.
Her lecherous caresses became more profound and I slowly succumbed to the intensity of her love play. I was at the heitght of a tremendous joy and I could only give in. She was drawing it out of me bit by bit. I could no longer hold back. I launched my juicy fluid in the awaiting mouth of the illustrous maid who had won my charms. She opened her mouth wide to let it drip in. I don't think she wanted to lose a drop the miserable glutton.
And yet, during my explosive outburst, she kept tonguing the slit like a mad devil. She tapped my clitoris as though it were the treasure place o� the world. At least it was my favorite spot. She and I learned this quite rapidly. Oh, how stiff and welcoming was my dear, dear clitoris.
After this stupendous climax, I felt weak on my legs. It was a great effort to stand and I groped around and finally fell into Gertrude's arms. She carried me to my room. I adored her strength and persistance.
Once in my room she put me on my bed and took me in her arms. It was magnificent to he coddled this way. When I shook off my fatigue I leapt to her neck. With my wiry arms around her bull-like neck I whispered in her ear.
"I love you Gerty."
"I love you as well, Lucy."
I began to climb all over her massive nude body, rubbing my electrified skin against hers. I kissed her everywhere. I wanted to give her the same delicious moments she gave me.
As soon as my head was between her thighs and I could smell the odor emanating from her cunt, I realized that I was smelling something that I would be looking for the rest of my life.
Nothing smells as good as a woman's cunt: a plump one, a wet one, above all, a hot juicy one.
Gerty placed a hand on my head and pushed it against her cunt.
"Suck... lick..." she told me. "I can't wait any longer; I can't pretend any more... Get to the bottom of it... I've been wanting to be lapped by you for a long long time... I guessed that you were capable of letting yourself go to any length... that you were made for vice,... Let's then be depraved... all the way. Make me come, Lucy darling."
Although I was awkward-it was the first time that I lapped a woman-I did not do ton badly, and it only took her a few momenta to fill my mouth with a powerful flow of thick liquid. The odor became stronger; her cunt hotter. My heart was beating against her thighs. Unbearable palpitations shook my body.
Miraculously, I came once more while Gerty was saying to me with a languishing voice i
"We'll do it again."
"As often as you want," was my reply.
CHAPTER III
Gerty and I succeeded in passing many an intimate moment together despite my mother, who kept incessantly tormenting the maid with her petty demands and with her constant need to have the maid on hand.
On the other hand, my father, when he came hack from the office, shut himself up in his study and did not leave it until it was time to go to bed.
One morning, when I was in the kitchen, I heard a conversation going on between Gerty and my mother. I could not overhear what they were saying, but when Gerty came hack to rue she had a satisfied expression on her face and there was something diabolical in her eyes.
"It's done," she said.
"What do you mean 'it's done'? What are you trying to tell me, Gerty?"
"Well, I got a half a day off... It's not too soon... because your bitch of a mother..."
"So you're going off! And you're going to leave me alone this afternoon?"
"Don't be stupid, Lucy," answered Gerty. "You're coming with me. I told your mother that you had to get out of the house now and then, to amuse yourself, that this wasn't the way for a young girl to live... and that I was going to take a walk with you... Your mother agreed because she felt that she really couldn't refuse such a reasonable desire."
"That's sweet of you, Gerty. I adore you... you love me... if you didn't you wouldn't have bothered about me... And you did!"
We left the house in the afternoon. I was astonished when I saw Gerty just as we were leaving. She was attractive, well dressed, elegant. She had on a discreet makeup, wore sheer stockings which 6et off her pretty sensual legs, while her tightly fitting dress showed off her body to best advantage.
In the street, I took her arm. From time to time, she bent her head toward me, squeezed my arm, smiled at me. I wanted to embrace her warmly right there on the street, but at that time, respect for conventions still restrained me.
We took a bus and stayed on the rear platform, closely pressed against each other, our bellies touching, our thighs grinding, our breasts close together, looking into each other's eyes. "Was it because this escapade was so unexpected that I was excited to such an extent? Was it the fact that I was finally alone with Gerty, far from the disturbing presence of my parents? In any case, I felt a great excitement. I wanted to amuse myself to let myself go...
"Where are we going, Gerty?" I asked.
"You're not afraid when you're with me, are you?" asked my friend.
"Of course, not! What a silly question."
"Well, in that case, I'm taking you to a place where you'll see some amusing things. But don't be frightened... they know me there and nothing will happen to you..."
After a long ride, we got off the bus. We were in a neighborhood with narrow streets where the sky could not be seen-real streets for cut-throats. While walking, we passed some strange looking men, some bizarre looking women. There were so many people that one would say that everybody in this neighborhood lived in the streets.
We went into a sinister looking establishment, with a facade blakened by filth and with opaque windows because of the dirt and dust with which they were covered.
There were men playing cards and others, leaning against the bar, drinking and arguing in shrill voices. They were all North Africans. Behind the counter was a woman who stopped serving drinks as soon as she saw my companion.
"Gerty! What luck that you were able to come! It's been so long since I've seen you last... Is that your girl friend?" she added, turning toward me. "She's pretty, you know... How is she at making love?"
The woman felt my rear and smiled at Gerty, who was looking on indifferently. Then she slapped Gerty's ass and played with her breasts.
"As hot as ever, Gerty?" she asked.
Gerty looked down and did not answer.
"Need I ask-with you..." said the woman. "And what did you come around here for? I shouldn't be asking such a question but, what whith your new friend, I don't know whether..."
"Everything will be as usual. Otherwise I wouldn't be here, even without her. Since she's with me, that means that she's willing."
"Good, I get you, Gerty. Go ahead; you know this house as well as I do." We left the smoky bar and' walked into a corridor which led to the back of the house, which was as black and as leprous as the rest of the neighborhood and the customers whom we'd seen. Everything looked dirty, sordid and dangerous. I shuddered, but I trusted Gerty. I said to myself that she would always protect me.
We entered into a small room, sparsely equipped with a sofa covered with a gaily colored fabric, a chair and a large mirror.
After closing the door, Louise sat down on the sofa, dragged me against her and, putting her hand underneath my skirt, caressed my thighs and my ass. Raising her face toward me, she said:
"We're going to make hot love, aren't we, darling?"
"Oh, yes! That's just what I want, but I don't understand why we couldn't just as well do it at the house, in my room or yours."
"Sure we could have, but 1 can show you things here which you couldn't see at home. The whole hack of this house is divided into rooms like this one. It's a house of assignation for niggers and, because of the way that this house has been arranged, you can see what's going on in the other rooms. I've been here before because I love the atmos phere of debauchery that I find here... One gets excited, one wants to do things, this desire grows... And it can be easily satisfied because in this hotel, you can find anything you want, even if it's something out of the ordinary. Do you want to look around a bit-"
I fell for it right away. I had a natural inclination for that sort of thing. This was right in line with my peeping Tom goings on at home, the reading of my father's books, the looking at obscene photos and drawings.
"O.K. let's go," said Gerty. "But before we get started, let's take off our panties. Without them we can play around with each other more easily, if we feel like it..."
We left our panties spread out on the sofa and went on with our exploring walk.
Between every two rooms there was a kind of narrow closet, a space between two walls, which could be entered easily, if one knew the trick. There were the closets known only to a few customers, who went there so that they could see what was going on in the adjoining rooms. In each closet, there was the back of a mirror, Gerty explained to me. When the closet remained dark and the room was lighted by electricity, or simply by ordinary daylight, one could look within the room through this mirror.
Just as soon as I was closed in the first closet, I had the impression that I was right in the adjoining room. Only a few inches separated me from the combination bedsofa within it.
If I held out my hand, I could have touched the woman who was stretched out on the sofa, stark naked, her thighs spread wide apart. Of course, ever since I had known Gerty, I knew how a woman was built. But this one astonished me. She was fat; about two hundred pounds at least. Her belly was wrinkled; her breasts like real balloons sagged on both sides of her body. Her legs were like oversized sausages and between her powerful thighs she had an enormous hairy hillock.
The lump of flesh was for the naked man who was beside her in the bed. At first, I thought that it was an adult, because of the size of his cock and that of his balls. But afterwards, I realized that it was only an adolescent who couldn't have been older than seventeen.
Gerty pressed me against her, her hand under my skirt.
"He's lovely," she said. "Look how he's built. She knows how to pick them, and each time it's a new boy. She loves to ini tiate them... teach them how to make love, just as I taught you a few things. Look! She's taking it in her mouth, while she's playing with herself. Isn't this lovely, darling? She's the wife of a doctor. I hear that her husband knows what she's up to. He tried to cure her of her taste for young boys several times, but she goes right back to it every time."
Spasmodically I slid my hand under Gerty's dress. I had to feel her skin under my fingers, to squeeze her big cunt with my hand.
The woman in the next room had stopped sucking and was now rubbing the boy's prick with her hand. Obviously she knew how to go about it, because the young boy was thrusting his belly forward spasmodically and was {Minting. Ah, the lovely voluptuous jerks! I too was jerking Gerty's cunt, whose breathing became whistling.
In the meantime, the woman was using both hands. One was working on herself, the other on her young lover. He was close to her and was rubbing himself against her langorously. Then he kind of raised himself up. His prick seemed to tense up as a gift gesture to his mistress. I could see the creamy semen coming out of his prick. With a brusque movement, the woman bent over and got her mouth around the prick. I was watching the twisting boy and his furious expression, while the woman was drinking in his love juice without losing a single drop.
Then the woman forced the boy onto the bed, crouched above him and began to lap his whole body, kissing him lovingly from time to time, while his hand was lost between her big legs.
Gerty pushed away my hand and took away her own.
"Come on," she said, "let's go on."
We went inside the closet opposite. There we saw another couple. The man was naked while the woman was still fully clothed. Seated on the edge of the sofa, she had the man on her knees and was masturbating him vigorously, while he was looking at himself in the mirror through which we were looking. He must have liked that, because he often turned bis face toward the woman, holding his mouth open. She stuck her viper-like tongue into it. This couple sweated out vice through every pore, but they loved each other. That could he seen easily.
Some moments later, the woman threw off her skirt and panties. Keeing her blouse on, but the lower half naked, she took the position formerly occupied by the man, that is this time it was she who was seated on her partner's knees arid was being masturbated while stretching toward him her open mouth.
One could easily see that these were only preliminary exercises. They caressed each other but did not let themselves come through their masturbations. But they got pleasure out of it, just like they got pleasure out of looking at themselves in the accomplice mirror.
"I love to get excited by these things," Gerty said to me, while rubbing her nude bush against my thigh. "The bastards! They are enjoying themselves... they're amuzing themselves. Oh, darling, it's good to be in this house... with all those rooms where fucking is going on."
The woman had now gotten off the man's knees. But it was only in order to turn around and scat herself again on his knees, but facing him this time. She shirks his prick into her cunt and was moving up and down, sliding along that column of flesh, which filled her on ill completely. We were seeing her from the rear and could admire the exciting movement of her hips and the increasing agitation of her rear, whose checks in turn opened up and closed up, giving out a sort of voluptuous grimace.
I loved these rather cavalier proceedings. In this position, the woman is the amazon. She dominates the male, swallows him through his prick, the prick that she eats up with her hungry cunt. She shook her ass in as sort of frenzy, which gained in amplitude more ami more, so that finally she was almost lifting herself off the prick and disclosed to our eyes the long rigid cylinder striated by large swollen veins along its whole length. I loved to look at this brilliant rod supported by large hairy balls. How lovely all this was! Since I wag sixteen years old, since I had the joy of holding the first dirty book in my hands... or one band if you like... I always found that there was a sort of savage and arrogant beauty in these obscene acts. Instead of disgusting me, they attracted me, and whenever I'd 6ee something of this kind, I'd want to do the same thing myself.
It's good to live in vice, to practice it. Only hypocrites maintain the contrary. They say it but...
The couple remained in that position a long time. Both the male and the female were indefatigable. Her ride seemed to be far from over and not destined ever to end.
Nevertheless, suddenly her movements accelerated, became more disordered. Then they became slow, extremely profound, as if she were trying to extract the last drop of voluptiousness out of their marvelously beastial embrace.
Gerty and I were very excited after this spectacle. Our vulvas were dripping. We were masturbating each other with a sort of fury, happy to feel our fingers swimming in the pearly depths of our juices, but not yet willing to let ourselves go in a liberating spasm. I guessed that Gerty was eager for other curiosities, just like I, and supposed that there were still other things to be seen in this house.
Leaving the woman still engulfing her male, but her head now reposing on his shoulder, we left our closet and entered immediately afterwards into another.
The room which we now saw was also occupied by a couple. It seemed to me that they had just come in, as they were still at the preliminaries. The woman, plump and with a pretty face, but with rather heavy breasts, still had on her black silk slip, while the man wag undressing. This undressing process did not last long however. Almost at once, the woman was nude. Laughing, she threw herself upon the bed and lifting her knees up in the air, she spread them, rubbed the inside of her fat thights and stroked lightly her hairy triangle, pulling at it as if it were a bill fold.
Motionless, the man looked at her, smiling. Then he leaned over and kissed her greasy cunt. I could see that he was sticking his tongue into it deeply. Then he took the hand of the woman and placed it on her cunt. She made a grimace, but played with herself nevertheless. Methodically, without taking his eyes off her, the man took off his pants and shorts. I saw a prick not as big nor as thick as the ones I saw before. However, it was magnificent in its ugliness, knotty and so bent that the mauve tip of it was against its proprietor's belly. Completely naked now, the man got bis jacket, lying on the black of the chair. His hand disappeared into an inner pocket and reappeared with a long cylinder which seemed to me to be made either of red leather or rubber.
Right away the woman reached for it, with the exression on her face of a spoiled child. But the man did not seem to be in a hurry. Ho juggled with the object, looked at it closely and bandied it in an especially suggestive ami lewd way. The woman kept on begging, spreading her thighs wider and showing with complete shamelessness how thirsty her cunt was.
The man came close to the bed and dragged the artificial prick across the nude body of his mistress. She twisted and turned on the bed as if she were on a gridiron instead. Finally, taking one of the ends firmly in his hand, the man forced the apparatus into the belly of the woman. She gave out a sigh of satisfaction, and I saw the long black nipples stiffening even more.
As for her lover's prick, it was swelling enormously and was oscillating from side to side to such an extent that I thought that it was going to spray its semen in all disractions.
He let go the artificial prick when it was in place. He got onto the bed and crouched between the woman's feet, where she could see clearly his prick and balls. The woman began to excite herself with the cylinder, while she smiled at the man, who remained as motionless as a Hindu idol. Her hand worked faster and faster. She grimaced vitb voluptuousness. Her body soon took the shape of a bow whose arrow was sticking out of her belly.
She came for a long time. But ev�n when her pleasure was over and she took the device out of her belly, her legs remained spread apart.
The man threw himself on top of her and stuck it into her up to his balls in one thrust. Very calmly, the woman caressed the a68 of her lover. Her fingers were tearing apart the cheeks of his ass.
Suddenly she stuck her hand into the man's asshole, while he continued to shake her hard with strokes of his penis.
CHAPTER IV
When we got back to our own room, two naked men were waiting there for us. One was sitting on the only chair in the room, while the other was spread out on the bed. These bastards had put on our panties. And it could be easily seen that this gave them a hard on. It even seemed to me that these two guys were better endowed by nature than all the men I have previously seen in the various rooms of the house assignation.
I looked at Gerty, then at the men who remained unperturbed.
"I thought that it would give you pleasure to do something different from what we do usually," said Gerty with a straight face. "I don't want you to get too used to my caresses. You must have a prick from time to time... not that I want you to get to love the prick. You must continue to despise men... every human being who does not give you satisfaction. As for love, sentiment, affec tion-it's between us two and no other. But, outside of that, I shall allow you every fantasy, every pleasure that you might want."
"When I come here by myself, I make love with a man, or even two at a lime. I love niggers. They are bastards, hypocrites, deceivers, but they're extremely vicious and that's what I love. I detest them personally but I love their pricks. Vice is the thing... cultivate as many vices as possible and satisfy them all if you get the chance..."
While speaking, Gerty took off her clothes. She sat down naked by the side of the North African, slid her hand into her own panties lowered the elastic band and took out an enormous swollen prick. She closed her fingers around this cylinder on whose brilliant uncovered tip could be seen the delicately etched slit. She lowered her head toward this cylinder of smoking flesh and took it in her lascivious gourmand mouth I came close to them and looked very hard at this prick. It was both beautiful and repugnant at the same time. Knots, veins, red spots, brown spots, hairy places very large testicles... I felt a morbid attraction toward this man's cock and I would have liked to advance my hand to get hold of it and caress it.
"Look" said Getty to me, "I'm jerking him off."
Slowly her hand went up and down the column, causing the protuberant tip to swell still more under her caress.
"You smell the odor?" continued Gerty. "I find that it smells good... a man's sweat and semen... his piss. This odor does something to me It seems to me that I could even come if I continued to smell it long enough. Undress, Lucy... Amuse yourself with us... These guys don't know us nor do they know where we come from. What they do know is that we're here to make love."
At this moment I felt a hand gliding under my clothes and grabbing my ass. The hand was hot and skillfull. It pleased me and I did not protest, even spreading my thighs so that the hand could get hold of my cunt.
Some instants later, a finger was playing with my clitoris, giving me delicious shivers, while another was coming and going a little lower.
I pushed the man away in order to undress. Then, naked, I went toward the couch, pushed Gerty on it and started lapping her. There is nothing finer than sucking a woman, above all if she enjoys it, because she gets copiously wet most of the time. And Gerty secreted plenty of moisture!
I felt that the man behind me was rubbing the tip of his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I stiffened, spread my legs and this bad the effect of opening up my asshole. While thrilling to this sensation, I continued to lap Gerty in such an effective way that she was actually cooing. The reason for this strange sound was because her mouth was full.
I was astonished with what ardor she was doing this disgusting thing. I still considered sucking a man's cock disgusting because I had never tasted it. I looked at he expression of her prey and realized the full beauty of sexual pleasure. He was grimacing like an African monkey. But what a prick!
I stopped lapping and turned around to look at the other prick. It wa6 ju6t as long as the other, perhaps a little whiter along the shaft, hut nearly black at the tip because of the blood flown toward it.
The man stayed at a distance but reached for me. His hand was exploring between my thighs, which I spread with pleasure. His other hand caressed my tits awkwardly. His prick, a sort of serpent which fascinated me, swayed in rhythm with the movement of my breasts.
I wanted everything...
With one hand, the man polled me toward him. Our bellies were touching. I felt the rigid and warm object against my pubic hair, the prick against my belly button.
Sounds of sobbing came from the other couple. I recognized Gerty's sobs whenever she was about to come, whether through my masturbating or lapping her. I turned around and saw that the man's prick was all the way in her. He was still on his back, but his prick was lost in Gerty's hairy hush. This bush seemed to be dancing diabolically on the dagger so deeply thrust into her.
She was playing with her tits. I knew that she did this whenever she was particularly excited or whenever she was thinking of what we were going to do a little later.
I approached her and we kissed on the mouth. Then, drawing away from me a little, she said breathlessly:
"It's good to be filled in this way by this big cock, Lucy. You should do... abandon your virginity. Let yourself go... it's so good. My God, it's so good. I feel how he is palpitating inside of me, how the semen is rising in his prick. It's in me dearest... a donkey's prick... in your bitch. Give me pleasure... jerk yourself off and look at me while I'm coming."
I was about to masturbate anyway when she asked me to. I did it without the slightest modesty, happy to be caressing myself in this way. The man behind me came to my side. He was exposing himself to Gerty too, his hand clenched on his rod and jerking himself off with as much fury as I.
I let go my head on the man's shoulder while my eyes were roaming from my friend's belly to his prick and to my own active hand.
Suddenly, Gerty shuddered. She looked at me with the eyes of a crazy person:
"I love you, Lucy, I love. I have this cock in me, but it's you who I love. I am coming... I am giving It to you... "What a discharge! He's coming too He's filling me up with sperm. I'm swelling inside... My God, how good it is to come... and come again... I'm still letting myself go."
I was about to come myself, I was jerking myself off so furiously. But Gerty took me by the wrist.
"Take his prick, darling. Let yourself be fucked by it, so that you become like me-a female."
She lifted herself to her knees. Still, vigorous, the prick slid out of her cunt and hit the man's belly. A few drops of sperm splattered. She got off the bed, and stood in front of me, with a far-away took, her legs outrageously spread apart.
"What are you doing, Gertie?"
"I am feeling the semen dripping down slowly. It's flowing down my thighs. Look!"
We bent over and I saw a long stream of creamy liquid creeping down between her thighs. Then the stream became thicker, more voluminous, heavier and reached the ground.
''Have you seen it?" asked Gerty smiling. "A filthy sight, isn't it?" "Bitch!"
"Yes, I'm a hitch... like all of us. If one could only know what is passing in the head of a woman who seems to be completely chaste, one would he frightened. I have no shame. I like to be a piece of filth, a bitch. I am sure that that's how you like me."
"Yes, I love you because you are a bitch. If you weren't, I would not love you. But I'm just like you. I want to do things... I want to come...
"With a prick? You know your partner didn't come here to polish the pots and pans."
"No! Let me lap you first. Like that, I'll get the taste for the sperm."
Suddenly I went down on my knees and put my head between Gerty's thighs. Putting her hands tenderly on my head, she began to coo again, letting out little shrieks of love, giving herself up with delight to my tongue's strokes.
"It's good, Lucy... your tongue after that enormous prick... it's refreshing... spit into me... and lap well. Oh, how good this is!"
She pushed me away and dragged me onto the bed. Lying together, half of her weight was on me and she was smiling. Suddenly I felt an explosion. The man, the one who was jerking off, was violating me. With a single stroke, he broke through the hymen of my cunt.
Later on, we had to take a taxi to get back home. I could no longer walk. It seemed to me that my belly and the slit between the cheeks of my ass were a single enormous crack. I must have been bleeding heavily.
Or perhaps it was only the 9perm of the nigger that I felt running down my legs. That bastard let everything go inside of me.
Back in the house, I had to get to bed, pretending that I had a bad migraine headache. Gerty arranged to hide my bloodied underthingR, in order to make everything look plausible to the suspicious eyes of my mother.
But that night there was no pleasure for me. Everyone stayed in his room to repose from his bruises.
Gerty awakened me next morning. She brought me my breakfast, caressed me a little bit and took care of my bruised thighs before she returned to her work. I continued to idle away the day between the sheets.
I had my dinner in bed also. I wanted to get up, but Gerty dissuaded me, saying that it would be dangerous. I let myself be persuaded. But sometime in the afternoon, finding time hanging heavily on my hands, I wanted to go the library to get one of the books that have become indispensable to me.
That was how I came to discover one of papa's secrets.
Passing in front of my mother's room, I heard a strange noise. Curious, like all Eve's daughters, I peeped through the keyhole but did not see anything. The library being next to this room, I looked at the wall between these two rooms attentively and noticed that by climbing onto a chair, my eyes would be at the level of two opening. Remembering the furnishings of my mother's room, I uu derstood that undoubtedly these holes corresponded to the eyes of a portrait, an oil painting, which was hung in this place. To be exact, it was the portrait of my grand* father, my mother's father.
I understood that my father was a voyeur, a peeping Tom. He watched mother when she was alone in her room, playing with herself. I did not blame him at all. All tastes are natural. Now, I understand this vice even better than at that time. I like to surprise people while they are practicing the solitary vice, because I practice it myself.
So I looked. I became grandad's "eyes". I was stupefied. My mother was lying naked on her bed and played with herself ardently, while Gerty, her skirt hitched up, her belly naked, was looking at her and was murmuring something to her which I could not catch.
"While jerking herself off, my mother looked at Gerty and was taking various poses obviously in order to please her.
Predisposed toward eroticism, I found that my mother masturbated with masterful skill and that she looked lovely while doing it. The droopy tits were no longer ugly, but exciting. Her thighs seemed elegant to me, her hands beautiful, while her animated face was lighted up with joy and finally became human.
I saw her come and it gave me an atrocious sensation in my guts I too would have liked... I took hold of my cunt, but the pain stopped me. The nigger's shaft was still in my flesh. To jerk myself off would have been too painful.
Gerty climbed up on the bed, and crouched above my mother's face. She was letting her cunt down slowly toward the tongue that my mother was thrusing out toward the vulva.
Remaining immobile for a moment, Gerty said something. My mother nodded in sigh of assent. She put her hand on her cunt and began to play with herself again. At the same time, she was lapping Gerty, with quick tongue movements, movements of a person in love. There was no. further doubt. My mother was not new at this game, because I saw that Gerty, the lovely and indefatigable Gerty, was moving her hips, ass and belly.
My mother was masturbating faster. She too was becoming excited under the touch of her finger. Her agitation was becoming febrile. She did not want anything else from Gerty. She even slopped lapping her. She was now no more than a simple masturbator, the prisoner of her solitary vice and feeling only the sensation which she wag intensifying.
It is then that I saw... But how can I describe this disgusting thing which Gerty never suggested to me? What jealousy and what spite took possession of me when I saw that!
Gerty, her hands placed on her thighs, widened because of her squatting position, pushed aside her vulva, showing the pink flesh from which flowed love's liquid. Her clitoris was swollen. And under the clitoris, I saw the stream.
Gerty was pissing in my mother's mouth!!!
I became like a crazy woman, seeing this intimate act of which. I was ignorant. People have to be very intimate to piss in each other's mouth. And one really has to be shameless to come instantaneously when the stream hits the mouth, as my mother did. She arched her back, her ass rose up, she opened her legs closed them again and hit her ass against the bed while her hand was shaking her terribly.
I had to run away from the library. I went away without even choosing a book. What I have seen, was worth all the dirty books in the world.
When Gerty came to gee me, I told her without mincing words everything that I had seen.
"It had to come," she said. "You are so curious about all sex activities... But she propositioned me... It was your mother who propositioned me... I mean that about two weeks after I first came here, she began to expose herself to me in equivocal positions whenever I entered her room. At first she showed me her legs, then her tits. Finally, one day when I opened the door, I saw her on the bed, stark naked, and jerking herself off vigorously."
"When I came in, she stopped and covered herself, but she kept looking at me strangely, wetting her lips and almost crying."
"You won't tell anyone?" she asked.
"What do you mean, Madame?"
"What you have just seen."
"I saw nothing, Madame."
"Oh, yes... You have seen that I was caressing myself, that I was amusing myself all by my lonesome... I can't abandon the solitary vice... I prefer it above all. Please believe me that I did not to it before marriage It is my husband who showed me how I ought to go about it... and little by little I acquired a taste for it. I adore it!"
"I understand, Madame."
"Then, Gerty, I don't have to worry?"
"No, I won't tell. And in the future, it won't be necessary for me to knock at your door."
"You have guessed then that I love to be surprised while doing it, haven't you, Gerty?"
"The idea that someone might catch me while I'm masturbating is terribly exciting to me, Gerty. Sometimes I used to jerk myself off at the movies, in the afternoon... Some* times I had to get up from the table and go to the jobn to do it. I tried to stop myself but it was no use. I had to do it. Every Saturday I talk about it to my confessor. I believe that he has understood the horrible pleasure which I feel, because he interrogates me at length... to such an extent that I go often to him to confess myself. I am sure that he's just as excited listening to me and questioning me as I am myself. "We are now accomplices and no longer a penitent and a confessor. Sexual pleasure, Gerty... there is only that. To wallow in sin, that's happiness... between my thighs, in my cunt... Gerty, I'm coming, I'm... I can't hold myself back. Ohhh, it's so good."
"So now you're my mother's lesbian punk!" I cried wrathfully.
"Yes," said Gerty without trying to heat about the bush. "I am her cunt lapper and I take pleasure in it. But I am doing it for your happiness only..."
"How do you expect to give me happiness by cheating on me?"
"I am encouraging her more and more to satisfy her vice. She is doing it more and more excessively and... she will die of it..."
"Oh, Gerty, it's horrible! Come, take me in your arms and kiss me... your tongue, my darling... your tongue in my mouth, my hand between your legs. Let me do it to your... your big hairy cunt... your female cunt... I love you, Gerty."
"It's because I love you madly that I want to free you... You will have your parent's money. You'll be able to do as you like. Oh, what you're doing to me! The idea of what I'm going to do for you makes me all excited, my love, my darling! I am coming on your fingers. I am coming! Later, it will be you who will piss in my mouth. Thus you will be avenged. How good it is to come in this way... my cunt... Oh, how bitchy I feel!"
"You will tell me everything, won't you, Gerty?" I asked her when she was recovered from her spasm. "Since I know your scheme, you shouldn't hide anything from me."
"I am keeping your mother in an atmosphere of constant sexual excitement. I oblige her to masturbate. 1 tell her all the dirty things. And next Saturday I am going to confess myself to the same priest as she. Because I'm sure that he'll guess of whom I'm talking and he will become even more hot and, confessing your mother, will excite her even more."
"That's the way to die -jerking off and coming, Gerty," said I cynically.
CHAPTER V
From then on I was no longer jealous, and I could often spy on my mother and Gerty when they were together. For this sort of thing, I'm my father's daughter. I love to peep. Because people who don't know they're being watched, follow their worst instincts shamelessly. And my mother was like thatinventive, never having enough of pleasure.
Now I did not notice the defects of her body. I observed the antics of these two women's bodies, welded together, heads between thighs, mouth sucking at each other, fingers tearing at each other or caressing each other, masturbating in front of each other. All this through the eyes of the portrait, this look which was mine and also... that of my mother's father.
Gerty told me about her confession. After making the priest understand that she was the maid of his penitent, she really went to town. The priest was a man in the prime of life, about forty, red-faced, full of health and vigor, with a perverse glint in his insistent look. He was much too much of a man to be chaste as a priest must be. Thus, he easily fell into Gerty's snare, while continuing to play the comedy of an outraged priest, servant of God and consolator of souls.
Under the seal of confession, Gerty told him of the scene when she surprised my mother in the practice of her solitary vice. He questioned her naturally:
"And what effect did it have on you, seeing your mistress in such a position?" he asked.
"I felt upset, father."
"Moved?"
"Yea."
"Excited?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Did you propose immodest actions to your mistress?"
"Oh, no, father. I did not know whether..."
"But you had a desire to..."
"Yes. I could not help it after having seen that spectacle."
"I understand. What did you to then?"
"In my room... all naked, on a chair, bending over to look at myself between my thighs..."
"And you felt no shame about doing such a thing?"
"No, father. It felt too good. I was not thinking of the sin I was committing... I was only giving myself pleasure and voluptuousness, just like my mistress."
"And you had no immodest thoughts toward your mistress?"
""What do you mean, father?"
"The idea of amusing yourself with her did not occur to you?"
"Ob, yes! While playing with myself, I imagined myself lying on her bed together with her, completely naked, caressing each other and feeling happy... I always dreamed of having a friend like that."
"You have a very perverted soul, my child. And I'm afraid that sooner or later you will sucumb just like your mistress to this lubricious desire."
"I think so too, father, but it doesn't frighten me. Happiness lies in sexuality... There is no one better qualified than you to know it."
"You will confess yourself when there's need for it... But, perhaps it would be better if you came to my house for it. Here in the church, snatches of your confession might be overheard by this or that of my parishioners and..."
"I'll come Friday, father."
"Fine. I'll be waiting for your visit."
I too wen* to confess myself to the priest, without having to lie and without neglecting the slightest detail. The priest understood very well of whom I was talking. I was imagining how he was built. I imagined his prick which got an erection from each of bis three penitents, undoubtedly the most vicious ones that he had ever heard in his confessional. How could he act to calm himself? If he didn't do anything, he would continue to suffer the tortures of the damned, the poor man! I was also invited to his house for a more discreet, more intimate confession.
Through Gerty, I knew what happened during my mother's confession. After having heard so many times how his penitent masturbated, he wanted to see how it was done. My mother agreed to his request at once and showed her pleasure so much that his excitement overcame all his scruples, and he unbuttoned bis fly finally.
Breathless, his face brick red, he bent over his penitent, who was masturbating under her dress, and asked her to pull her dress up so that he could see better. She did not hesitate to comply as she was getting even more pleasure from his presence. Then1 he fell on his knees and kissed the thighs of the possessed woman. He asked her to continue and go to the bitter end of her sin... under his eyes.
When my mother's voice began to croak, he look his prick out from underneath his soutane. She was not yet through when he was spraying her on her belly, in her hand, and on her thighs with, a thick stream.
With Gerty, it went differently. He asked her if she was making any progress with her mistress.
"Yes, father, I walk in freely into her room while she is busy pursuing her pleasure. I smile at her and she calls me to her side so that I can see better."
"And you?"
"My hand under my skirt, father."
"Of course! It could not be otherwise."
The priest did not know what to do with himself. He was fidgeting on his chair and Gerty told me that she distinctly saw that he had a tremendous hard-on. She saw that he wanted to ask her, but did not dare, guessing dimly that Gerty was no as easily malleable as my mother. The latter could still leave the priest the illusion of venial sin, while
Gerty was female, vice ami lubricity personified.
Gerty admitted to me her secret pleasure during that scene. She loved to keep a man hanging on her lips and lusting after her because of the things she was confessing to him and because of that slit that was secreting under her skirt.
The priest could no longer control himself.
"Do you have the desire to do it at this very moment?" he asked...
"No," she lied. "No."
"How's that? After all you told me?"
"1 am not yet sufficiently... I would like to see something before that..."
"What would you want to see?" he asked, his eyes bulging, his body shaken by nervous jerks.
"Have you nothing to show to me, father?" she asked.
"What! You want..."
"Why not? If you have the desire to see me, couldn't I have the same obscene desire? What's sauce for the goose..."
"All right!"
The soutane was unbuttoned with miraculous speed. The turgid prick, thin in the shaft but thick at the tip, could be seen with the black cloth serving for background. The cock was swinging from the balls as swivel and a drop of sperm was trickling slowly down."
"It's lovely," commented Gerty.
"You think that it's... lovely?"
"Yes, you have a fine prick."
"Caress it," he begged.
"Why? I am sure that you do it often yourself... And I'd love to watch it."
"It's too shameful," murmured the priest.
"There is no longer such a thing as shame," answered Gerty, pulling her dress outrageously above her hips to encourage the man." Look, I have no modesty, no shame. Nor you, since you're showing me everything. And you have such a need to come. Why fight with yourself any more? The pleasure is there for you to take."
"You are the devil in person."
"A devil much more attractive than any god. Come on... Don't sulk... Look how it's palpitating... it too has a need."
"Stop torturing mc!"
"It's you who's torturing yourself because.. Come, I'm going to help you conquer this false modesty. Has any one ever taken your prick in their mouth?"
"No! Never!"
"In that case..."
Gerty knelt, opened wide her hot mouth and took between her lips the pricks tip. The prick stiffened even more, at once.
"My God! How good it is... your tongue passing over the opening... it's good! What a sensation! I would have never believed... Step aside because I'm going to... I can't hold myself back any longer... I'm coming..."
Gerty let his prick go and the priest uttered a cry of disappointment.
"Your turn now," she said, "I'm going to watch you closely and when the moment comes, I'll take your prick in my mouth again."
He could not resist. His hand touched her heaving cunt.
"That's it," said Gerty, who was again kneeling and was looking closely at the priest's prick. She always liked to look from close up how a man masturbated vigorously. The prick swelled some more and lengthened by an inch or so. Then she saw the first drop of sperm coming out. Rapidly she took the big cock in her mouth, while the priest continued to jerk off. Suddenly her mouth was full of odorous semen, with its stale and acrid taste, both at the same time.
When she had swallowed the last drop, she turned toward the priest and asked him fervently :
"Wasn't it good? And isn't the pleasure marvelous no matter what form it takes?"
"You are terrific," said the priest. "I have never met a woman who confessed in such crude terms the pleasure that she takes from others, the pleasure that she gives, the joys that she grants..."
"We are all completely a like in that respect," answered Gerty. "My mistress plays with herself hut she also wants to play with me. You love to listen to penitent women. You would love for me to make love with my mistress in front of you."
"That's true..."
"My mother's daughter is a lesbian. She loves to confess to you. It makes her burn inside, because she guesses that you are in the same state. To conclude, you'd love to see these three women naked in front of you, all close together and entwined together, doing the most foul, delicious, voluptuous things in order to raise you to the pinnacle of pleasure. Ah, I love to confess what's inside of me. I am a bitch and I know that all women are potential bitches, lesbians or cunt tappers... And all men ask only debauchery of them... There is respect only for the human race as a whole... As for individuals..."
It was thus that the priest and Gerty became accomplices. She told me the line of conduct I should adopt in front of the priest when I went to confession, and I admit that I took great pleasure in seeing him get a hardon and to feel him emptying himself into me. Because this pries! was the first man to fuck me in the ass. And it did not displease me at all... at all!"
One fine day I had to go to my lover for a new confession. I always loved to go there, because I could undress myself and let myself go to debauchery, which did not yet seem to me to be complete, despite my frenzied coupling with Gerty, despite my voyeur mania, despite certain afternoons during which I gave myself to North Africans with long cocks.
When I arrived at the priest's house, he seemed to me to be embarrassed. But as nothing can resist a woman... some minutes later he admitted that he was awaiting a visit from my mother, accompanied by Gerty. I was very surprised. Why did Gerty play me that sort of tricks? I had confidence in Gerty, but the thing intrigued me.
He asked me to hide myself, as there was no time for us two to do anything whatsoever. I hid, and several minutes later saw my mother and Gerty enter into the same room where I was.
There was evidently a parody of a confession-a torrent of words and thoughts expressed in crude terms. Then came the turn of equivocal gestures. But it was my mother who first got the train rolling. Saying that she could no longer stand this confession, she approached the priest and fumbled under his soutane.
Eyes blazing, she confessed how she loved her lover in the soutane and how she loved to look for his prick under this black skirt.
And while she caressed his prick, finally uncovered, Gerty kissed his ass under the skirt, bit the nape of his neck, kissed him on the mouth. I was jealous while observing them, yet I could not help but admire their unashamed libertinage. Undoubtedly I had a dim regret that I could not be an actress in this scene.
It wag then that I realized bow my mother had changed in so little time. She never was very pretty but now she looked all in, the circles under her eyes pronounced, her cheeks hollow, the legs and breasts much thinner, the back nearly bent.
It was an orgy!
First it was ray mother who tore off her clothes. At her instigation, Gerty followed her example. And when they were naked, they were openly vying with each other, showing their sucking talents to the priest, who was also underessing slowly.
I was furious. Gerty was all over my mother's body lapping her cunt without stopping, spreading her ass with her fingers and sticking them into her asshole...
I saw them come without restraint, without pretense, one in the mouth of the other and to shudder in their voluptuousness. I knew my mother; 1 knew what she was capable of. But here she seemed to me like someone else, completely in a frenzy, absolutely in the grip of salaciousness. She drooled with pleasure under Gerty, while she was drinking in the juice from her cunt. And she was coming with extraordinary intensity.
And after Gerty made her come several times, she put herself on her back and called to the man, who came toward her, his prick in his hand.
"Come and fuck me," she cried," come and screw me, you dirty lousy son of a bitch! I want to feel your cock in me."
And when the man thrust his prick in, I heard an inhuman bestial croaking. I was frightened by it. I saw her leap when the organ penetrated her, to throw herself toward it outrageously and to welcome it like God's blessing.
"I am filled up," she moaned. "Give! Give it to me good ! Deeper! Deeper still! Kill me with your prick... Oh, it's good to have it in my belly... I never bad it as good as today... More! Once again!"
The man was fucking her frantically, furiously, withdrawing as far out as possible and then ramming her with all his force. He'd go into her with a furious "Han!" each time.
All of a sound she shrieked. It was a sound that I will never forget. My mother's body relaxed like a spring and became soggy. Frightened, the priest took his prick out of her and looked at her. Then he bent over, glued his car to her breast and became pale. He began shaking.
"I believe that she is dead," he said.
Later, when all the trouble resulting from this frightful tragedy was smoothed over and behind us, Gerty confessed to me that she pushed my mother to abuse sexual pleasures with the hope that she would succumb to them. That is exactly what happened.
Since this confession, I looked at Gerty with a sort of admirative horror. And in the evening, when we were together in my room, we would have marvelous orgasms. This horror excited me to the highest degree...
CHAPTER VI
In short, from the time I learnt about life, I've only managed to meet people who were nothing but stinkers. The pettiness of my parents, their niggardliness, egoism and what not, the horrible sensuality of my mother, all this was candid dirtiness. As for Gerty, her instincts hardly short of criminal, even if she worked for my benefit, were o� the same order. It was true that I loved Gerty and that she satisfied my vices while teaching me many others, but I was beyond it all now.
How much joy have I gone through touched by the stings of misery...
And then there was my father. Wasn't he the most conniving of the lot when he played the peeking torn?
And the priest? Darkest omen of his parsonage, tier, a flinching debauched creature. What can one make of him?
That was my stamping ground with these people and their vile natures. I managed to prosper however, even to become a marvelous woman as some have put it. I loved to see my nudity in the mirror. My breasts were supremely developped with their tiny cherry points. My face had taken on all the aspects of a mature woman, sensual with undeniable charm. I only had to look at my long legs to see that I was complete, and to enthuse myself even further I patted my hands on my behind and felt the firmness. When I spread my legs in front of the mirror and watched my long muscled thighs stretch up to the hairy crease, I knew that I was a world conqueror. I unveiled my secret to myself, the secret that no one else would share so intimately.
For the time being in my household, I was the dictating woman of the house when my father wasn't there. Often we amused ourselves in reading one of his many book!. We spent a splendid afternoon together in sensual delights, without bringing the attention of my mother to mind. It was as though she had never existed. And my father continued to react the same as always. He would close himself in his room and pretend to play dead.
Of course he continued to spy on us. I let Gerty have my mother's room and deliber ately put her in a position to be pecked at. She loved to exhibit herself and when she was told that my father was looking in on her she gave it the works. She was much more forward then my mother ever could be. I was certain of it.
She was a diabolical wench this Gertrude. It was not long before she thought of a pleasurable game in which we could participate, and in particular one in which the man who created me would be put in a fitful state of emotions.
One afternoon she asked me to come into her room. It was the day that my father would certainly be at his peeking post. Little by little she opened me up to the point of possession. I was to play the innocent one, the naive girl who had never had her pleasure before.
I'll have to admit that this sort of game gave me much pleasure. I couldn't have asked for anything better. This was just the sort of thing that pleased me no end. We went at it in a way that would give the impression that Gertrude herself had never previously had any dealings with a female.
We began late that afternoon. Seated on her bed, Gerty knitted in silence. She must have looked silly because she really didn't know how to knit. I was a few -feet away from her pretending to sew something. We showed off our legs as if we were unaware that we were being loose with ourselves. And after all it would he foolish to think there was anything wrong since many women show their legs quite freely.
Naturally I knew that my father was around in fact, very close by. Flaying the absorbed young virgin, I occasionally lifted my pure eyes toward the portrait of my grandfather hanging on the norh wall and I could imagine the lustful look in my father's eyes as he drank me in. This was his spot right behind the portrait and the eyes would glower and almost frighten me. The way be looked at me brought me to an exciting pitch and 1 wished the game were already in full swing. I wanted to take Gerty by the ass and strap her on the bed. I could already feel myself masturbating her in the best manner that I could...
However, I dominated my intentions, those hungry instincts which were so close to my being. Just feeling those warm eyes eating me up made me drip from my juicy crack. My clitoris was palpitating. I had a terrific urge to put my hand between my thighs.
Without any doubt, Gerty was undergoing the same sensations. From tittle to time she would throw me an envious look that would excite me a hit more. I tingled all over and blushed with passioned fire.
If we didn't have to go through this game just for a lousy peeking torn what couldn't we have done together.
But Gerty was once more master of the situation and she started to speak. Her conversation was aimed at heightening my excitation. My mind pressed toward the ultimate pitch of pleasure.
"Do you know miss that I like you very much?"
I knew what she was after, so I joined in on the conspiracy. "I've felt it all a long, Gertrude." "Really?"
"Oh, yes. It is hard to hide, you know."
"I'm happy that you know."
"You are so comforting. You're like a mother to me."
"I think you've misunderstood miss. It isn't quite in that way that I am fond of you."
"You mean there are other ways?." "Oh, my yes."
She looked at me sternly and I played the frightened rabbit.
"I would like to rake you in my arms, cuddle you, even kiss you, pet you like a... loved one."
I wasn't able to hold hack any longer. I jumped up from my chair and hugged Gerty.
"Well, if you think it is only that?5'
She hugged me tightly. One of her hands was placed on my breast and it englobed it as she would a fruit. 1 jumped away from the caress and played the innocent one. We continued to faint our positions.
"It's a shame that 1 can't sleep with you at night. It would be so nice to be with you snug and close in your arms."
But nothing is keeping you from doing so. You're free to do as you please. Your father is browsing or asleep by now. You don't have to bid him goodnight just now."
"But I have to go to my room for my nightie."
"Don't be silly. It's such a warm night. Why you could almost sleep naked by my side."
"1... I.,, guess you're right."
It was Gertrude who undressed the first. I was always thrilled by the nonchalance of her strip-tease. It made me think of a rich bitch who loved to flount around with freedom and wantoness. 1 can't justifiably tell why this excited me so. And Gerty knew how to do it so well.
The eyes in the portait burned with desire. The intensity grew until it seemed to give the room more light.
Once nude, Gertrude planted herself in front of me. She eyed me with a hidden wink.
"I'm a little on the fat side, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, no. I would not say that. You're really very attractive you know?"
I looked down at her breasts and I'm sure I wasn't the only one taking notice of them.
"Gee, they are curious. I mean your breasts the way they stand up. And those tips, they're divine. It is good to see a woman with a full body like yours. Your thighs are so well-rounded and your rump is positively delicious."
Gerty even turned around as though she were modeling. This gave her a looseness and a superb advantage over the visiting party. She raised her arms and placed her legs at an angle. Her hairy regions were in full vew and their odor became slowly prevalent in the dimly lit room.
"What are you waiting for Lucy? Aren't you going to get undressed and show me your wares. I'm naked and now it's your turn."
"Alright, alright."
I hurried up for I knew there were many eyes on me anxiously awaiting to see my darling body. The idea excited me terrifically. I even thought of the state of my father. He must be in a sweat by now.
Gertrude paid hommage to my naked beauty. She turned me around several times. She set me on my tip toes to get a more favored impression.
"What a glorious thing, a woman's body is. You are indeed lovely miss Lucy. I would like to see you naked more often. It has a peculiar effect on me."
"To see you without any clothes on, does something to me as well, Gerty. I would like us to do this more often. Every night would be perfect if I could wish it."
"Are you that way about it, miss?"
"Don't take offense, Gerty... But you see, I like beauty as well."
"Then didn't you ever think that a body can give more than just beauty, but that it can give pleasure as well?"
"I don't understand what you mean, Gertrude."
1 gave her my most quizzical look. This must have delighted my vicious father whose eyes seemed to poke out.
"Haven't you ever caressed your breasts?"
I look sheepishly down at ray velvety navel.
"It has happened... It gave me a strange effect... It hurt my tips..."
"And your stomach?"
"Well, I've wanted too but I never really dared to do so... But have you done that Gerty?"
"Yes... And it is ever so good... I love it you know... But don't tell anyone about it. I� one should know what I do alone... Well, it's too good to he denied. I like amusing myself when I'm alone. What can be better use of leisure time?."
Gertrude sat on the bed and took me in her arms the placed me on her sumptuous lap. We kissed. She pushed her tongue far into my little mouth.
"Oh, Gerty that is so good."
"What is?"
"Your tongue in my mouth." "Do you want some more?" "Yes, please."
Gerty leaned over me and titillated my lips with her fat tongue. Her long drawn-out kiss made me lascivious -and this time we weren't joking. Things got hot and hotter. Our legs spread open as far as they could go. I was sure that my father could see the interior of our cunts and he certainly was conscious of how wet we were.
I hugged Gerty. One of my hands held her teat, while the other hand slipped down to he bush between her thighs. Then she raised her head.
"Let's get into bed. If we don't I know wat I will do. I will no longer be responsable for what takes places. I love you so much."
We slid between the white sheets without turning off the lights. There was a reason for that and it was the straining orbs behind the portrait. We looked very chaste and serene in bed although our masturbation could not be easily detected.
Finally I could no longer hold back. I had to get out of bed and nose in the open. I stretched like a real prostitute. When I got back to the bed, Gerty threw back the covers, and I could see that she was jacking herself off with real frenzy. While she was hotly at herself, I put my cat right up to her panting tongue. She licked at my juicy box and this excited both of us. I flipped across and soon we had our mouths in our respective natural habitats. Within a few minutes we discharged together. Our mouths were loaded with sperm...
We covered our heads to shut out the noise of our infamous climax. After a few minutes we chatted.
"Do you think what we just showed put him in a state?"
"He's as hard as a rock. I'll bet anything on it. He's probably masturbating right now. That's probably the way he handled your mother."
"My mother loved to masturbate as well."
"Everyone loves it... But there aren't many who have the courage to admit it."
"Oh Gerty, I'll admit it any day. I love to do it. To touch my pussy and explore it regularly is a real delight. If I could only suck myself off, I would be in heaven."
The next evening everything started over again. We put on a better performance. We walked around in the nude much longer. Occasionnally we would look in the mirror to show off our qualities and compare our relative beauties.
Once in a while I would take Gerty's teats and cup one with my hand and put my encircled mouth upon the other. I would try to put myself in the best possible position for the looker-on to see.
That night we put on a real strip act. Putting our things on again and then taking them off. I felt that Gerty really wanted to make love to me so much were we exciting one another. She strained herself in keeping back, but it had to be done.
Once Gertrude got in bed, I turned out the light. This was done right after a made a very lewd gest by putting one band on my breast, bending over and placing the other hand on my pubic region.
In the dark I put my ear up to the wall that partitioned us off from my father. I could hear the coming and going sounds of a puffing beast. In the obscurity of our abode, I placed my trembling hand on my cunt.
It was while I jacked myself off with the most voluptuous gests, that I approached Gertrude. Her hands cupped my cheeks and brought my open mouth up to her sex. I started to lick and the hic-cups of love began...
It it too bad that it had to happen in the dark. I would have loved so much to have seen her in the yellow light of the room, the obscene gests, her spasms, her tormented beloved head. I wanted so much to see those beastial grimaces... Ah, how good all that is...
We had had our dark nights and here they were again. But our afternoons were the most lustful and by far the moments the most agreable. It was during the siestas that Gerty sent me out of this world. She knew how to masturbate me like a professional, in front and in back. We would lake love baths together. Caressing ourselves with soap suds, many bubbling sticky soap suds, made us all the hotter and ruddy. Then a sudden stream of liquid would warm our delicate hands.
Gertrude was a genius at making love, subtle love I should say Everything was a simple pretext to wend toward the final goal. Once in a while in the kitchen when she, had just come in from shopping, she hoped on the table and masturbated herself with a carrot or turnip. Just looking at this superb wench take everything in stride so sublimely truely fascinated me.
Naturally I wasn't made of wood and almost immediately I was at her snatch and we rolled and jerked until we were entirely off the table and scrambling lustfully on the floor.
From time to lime we would go over to the pastor's house. He was our lover and we would go at a three-way party, very bourgeois, for the dear pastor would never let us leave without confessing our sins. We confessed in our baby costume, each one as bare as a bottom.
* * *
But one night my father came home early from work. He brought a friend with him. He was a man of about forty. He wasn't badlooking and I seemed to please him as well. Naturally I conducted myself as a proper young girl, popping curtsies here and there. Gerty was furious with me for bestowing so much charm gratuously.
To briefly ends this little insertion, after a few visits, Allan, that was his name, asked my hand in marriage. I talked it over with my father and he advised me to accept the man. I said that I would, on the condition that Gerty remain with me.
Just watching him in his agony, I could see that he wanted Gerty all for himself. The poor man was deceived. He was sure that this would be a way to rid me and get hold of my voluptuous companion.
Gertrude prepared my trousseau and bagage while my father looked on wild-eyed and hopelessly in despair.
My father kept his eye on that wiggling ass of Gerty's and I could have sworn there were tears in his eyes. But he had to submit to his own ill-advice.
My father had no choice in the matter. After begging me to relinquish my fair Gertrude, I declined. The dejected fellow was forced to call upon my aunt Hilda and ask her to live with him. Since she was a widow and rather poor, everything was bound to shape up as it should. My darling aunt could not ask for anything better. My father reluctanltly made the compromise.
We kissed and parted. For the first time I noticed tears mixed with rage in my father's eyes.
CHAPTER VII
Allan knew next to nothing about making love. The night of our honeymoon, he jumped on me like a savage, penetrating deep within me. He was rather husky, well built, but he didn't use his assets to best advantage, A little bit too much used to viciousness and the refinements therein, I had to hava some sexual preparation. The result: Allan only excited me and I lay there wanting... warm and unsatisfied. He didn't even notice my condition. He. was so quick about it that I don't think he even considered whether I was virgin or not.
I really didn't love him. Frustrating me in such away caused me to become more passionate. I was with a handsome man who knew little about the techniques of love. It was a pity for I anticipated many happy moments in bed with him.
But a woman who knows the paths of vice is always equiped. When he was asleep and after he had withdrawn from coitus three times proving only profitable for himself, I got up and crept silently to Gerty's room. She lived in a small room at the end of the hallway. Her bed was plush and large enough for both of us. A grayish mirror reflected our bodies in a lewd light giving an atmosphere of intimacy and negligence.
Did my dear Gertrude have any idea of what would happen? One thing that was certain was that the door to her room was always slightly ajar. There was always a bed lamp illuminated like a hopeful candle. When I came in I often found my lover lying prone on her lenghtly bed masturbating.
It was a delight to see her so. Her pose was divine, her gests adorable, and her face lighted with passion. Her middle finger turned round and round over the hps of her pusy. I could see the wetness and redness that this marvelous spectacle produced. The sounds she made were music to my ears. She grabbed her pubic hairs like one in a state of supreme need. Another hand cupped her anal region...
When I opened the door to her room, her nightgown was almost over her head and she let out a sudden sigh of pleasure. She came right afterwards simply because my presence had created a burning effect. Her damp rosebud glimmered in the dim light. Her stomach rolled around like a great ball and her hand faithfully gripped her raw cunt hairs. She made a special gift to me by permitring her delicious clitoris to come into view.
I literally ran to her and pushed my hungery mouth into that love chamber. Her finger moved back and forth while she glided into her last vigorous spasms of joy.
"Do you have any sperm in your cunt?" Gerty asked suddenly.
"Yes he came in me three times... but he didn't make me come. Isn't it awful?"
"Come here I'll do the needed job... I knew he wouldn't be able to do it... Men aren't very bright sometimes... Come my lovely, put it on my mouth and let's see..."
I really wanted to suck her off as well. I knelt over her and gave her my valve immediately. As I leaned over my Gerty I could see her greedy eyes checking on every hair, and then her long tongue dipped into my love box. Finally the hot sperm reached her opened cavern. She supped it in and swallowed every drop as though she were eating the white of an egg.
It was difficult to wait and I decided to dip my bead into her hot snatch. It was my turn to lap up some substance and I didn't have the intention of sticking around too long. It was tasty and I squeeled with delight. She let out an ample discharge and nipped at my clitoris like a playful kitten.
Gerty was not exaggerating. She knew what to do. In a few minutes I was entirely satisfied and healed from my three excursions with Allan. Just licking her legs where the dribble of sperm came down heightened my thrill. After a second orgasm, I entered our marital room and found Allan still asleep. He was even snoring so it was apparent that he had not heard me.
During the early period of my marriage, I enjoyed some frenetic moments with Gerty. This was produced by my becoming pregnant due to the nightly intrusions of my husband. He thought that pregnancy took away all sexual desire and thus left me alone. This gave me time to he with Gertrude and we put on many an obscene show, there was no question about my love for Gerty. We made love like two people who were madly in love. I knew every square inch of her body. Even though T felt that my soul was tarnished and perhaps even damned, I kept up the tempo. My abdomen pushed out and Gerty becamt enraged, but this did not prevent her from caressing me and pleasing me all the more. Anyway I was always ready for my lover.
When I was ready to deliver, by a caprice that only a woman can be guilty of, I decided to give birth to my child in my father's house. Gerty was unable to accompany me. Poor Allan didn't even know how to make an omeltte for himself.
I assured her that it would not be long before I would return and at that in even belter shape. Aunt Hilda wanted to be near me at the crucial moment. It was a strange fantasy on her part but I proved considerate and understanding.
It was aunt Hilda who picked me up and she had gentleness shining in her eyes.
"What a funny idea to give birth in your father's house. You could have done it just as well in your own home. 1 must tell you that your father is behaving quite strangely. He has such a strange manner about him."
I looked at my aunt and quickly noticed thai she had become more attractive. Although she was never considered a raving beauty, she was shapely and at the bottom an enticing wench. Perhaps her breasts were no longer young and her rump was tilting slightly, but for certain men she had an intriguing beauty. But after all, she was clumsy and it would be bard to imagine her in the arms of a lover.
We were seated in the hall and my aunt still acting oddly spoke to me in a whisper. She seemed preoccupied with the condition of my father.
"Why do you want to take this room?" She looked deep in my eyes.
"But aunty, it is so convenient. Before I got married I lived in it and, well... it means something to me. Anyway I don't see why it should be extraordinary that I would want to be there at such a time."
"It is very close to your father's room."
"And?"
"Well, I am going to tell you something. You know the portrait of your grandfather... the eyes are cut out... and your father looks through them."
"Is that so, Aunty?"
"Yes, it is."
"What a terrible thing to do... Was he watching you when you undressed last night?"
"Yes... To such a point that I bad to turn out the light wen I went to bed last night and undress in the dark. But even the other aspects of your father's behavior is rather strange... Outside of his work, he never seems to go out. He closes himself in his room more and more. And even when he walks in the house lie just strolls around in shorts... You know, it is terribly embarrassing for me."
"Do you think he will spy on me when I'm in this room?''
"Yes, and 1 think the best solution is for you to sleep with me."
"Well, it's an idea at least."
"And you won't have any worries;!'
I decided to think things over. I glanced at Aunt Hilda and found her slightly nervous.
"When you saw papa in short? were you really set back?"
"Why of course. In front of his sister you would expect him to be more careful."
She seemed and I even thought a tear came to her eye. Hilda bar! a bizarre look in her gray eyes.
A little later my father came in. He was very kind to me, talking gayly. He was completely different. I couldn't help watching the way he fondly eyed aunt Hilda. Was it possible that my father was in love with his sister? It seemed quite likely. My thoughts were very perverted and I was willing to accept any motive of any kind that would kindle that infectious way of thinking. My perversion was certainly an emanation of his.
Was I to thank him for this or not?
For my arrival my aunt prepared a sumptions dinner. We not only ate a great deal bu we drank more than our share. I notice that for every swallow I took and there were quite a few, my aunt matched me all the way.
When we went upstairs to sleep, she was higher than a kite. She wanted to turn out the light, but I restrained her from doing so. Putting her fingers up to her lips_she pointed to the portrait that was watching in on us. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to undress myself.
I begged my aunt to do the same as I but she hesitated before deciding to do so. I liked watching her. It gave mo a certain proud pleasure. Her body was rather sensual with very white skin. She was worth something more than a chaste, fasidious life, his aunt of mine. I congratulated myself on my wicked thoughts. Thanks to me, and if he were in love with her, my father now saw his sister nude and reeling in the temptuous throes of the beginning of the love game. She still had her panties on as well as her brassier. I didn't force matters
I was a good girl... and I loved to show my belly and my heavy breasts, the results of my pregnant condition.
I tried to loosen up auntie Hilda by telling a few jokes and the wine and dinner helped matters. She finally took off her panties and bra.
I was right. In this nude state of hers, it was easy to desire her. My perversity didn't take shape all at once. I held back and drank in her very feminine odor. Of course, I wanted to he all over her, break her in, make her like Gerty. I was sure she would come around to seeing things as I did.
"Do you think that someone is looking at us?" I said in a low voice close to her ear.
"I'm sure of it. I can even see the eyes sparkle."
"And yet you're not hiding at all, this time. Is it because I'm with you?"
"Yes, that's probably it... and you're nude as well and it doesn't seem to bother you either?"
"You know how men are aunty. They always want to see a woman undress. And I'll admit something to you. It really doesn't displease me."
"Yes, but it's your father that is looking in on us."
"So? He is a man the same as any other, except that he is very vicious. You should see his library. They are terribly filthy books and some with illustrations."
"Oh. How do you know this?"
"Because I've read some of them... and liked them. And what's more I'm sure that you would enjoy them as well."
Now, my aunt's eyes were lighting up. She moved voluptuously and emitted a sigh. Her breasts stood out and I could see her red points harden.
"Why haven't you ever been married aunt Hilda?"
"I never had the occasion."
"You would have wanted to be married, wouldn't you?"
"Why yes, like any other woman..."
"Haven't you ever known desire?"
Of course. For a certain time, I felt uneasy with myself."
We were side by side, and we contemplated our nudity. We spoke in a low voice. I felt that my aunt was becoming excited, but I did not want to work too quickly . It pleased me to see her in such a nervous state. Little by little I decided to unveil her. It would be a real joy to see her play into my hands.
"Do you like being close to me and in the nude, aunt Hilda?"
"I can't say truthfully that I dislike it."
She looked up at me and I could see that she was a bit unsure as ye*.
"However, I think it is quite bad what we are doing."
"I don't see what's wrong. I'm not so attractive with my stomach in his condition.'
"Oh, but you are. Your skin is so white... and soft."
"How do you know it is all that soft? You haven't touched it. Here, I'll show you that you're right, it is rather soft and agreeable to touch."
She touched my arm, reddened a bit and then bruskly I took the initiative and placed her hand between my thighs.
"That's where my skin is the softest." I squeezed my thighs together and trapper her hand in the meatier part.
"Oh, Lucy. This is very bad. I'm sure your father is looking in on us."
"And so? If he is watching us, he is in the wrong. I'm sure he is not going to brag about it. He'll keep it to himself. And what's more I like your hand right where it is. It's good. Haven't you ever had a band between your crotch?"
She din't say a word but the look she gave me demonstrated a certain amount of eloquence
"Once in awhile I caress myself like this. See? This is the way I liked it when I was younger, hut since I've discovered that a tongue is better."
"What are von saying? The tongue...
"But of course, aunty. Two friends can do a lot with their tongues. It does wonders."
"How disgusting."
"Because you never tried it you find it disgusting?... But you are mistaken, darling aunt."
Suddenly I turned out the light and told her that I was doing to sleep. In the dark, I drew np against my aunt and pushed her to the wall. We pressed our ears against the wall and heard my father walk away from his hiding place.
"Did you hear that, aunt Hilda?"
"Yes... What a vicious girl you are to make me hear it. Come now let*B go to sleep."
After a slight lull. I cuddled up to her and brought her in my arms. I kissed her tenderly. Uncounsciously one of my hands fell on her breasts and I felt the pointed tip dart out insolently.
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"If you were alone, aunty, what would you do?"
"You know very well."
1 felt her body shudder slightly and brought my stomach up to hers. I told her that I could feel something inside me budge. Attentively she waited, crisped, while my hand wiggled in between her thighs.
"Let me do it darling Hilda. I want to give you some pleasure. It will be so good. You'll see."
"No, no. I don't want you to. It's very bad. x
For a few seconds we struggled. I tried to open her legs but she drew away and pushed me back with her long fingered hands.
Not wanting to throw the entire situation in the dumps, I thought it best to remain still for a while. But I spoke to her and the words I .J4A.ed must have shocked her. It was a pity that I couldn't see her face.
"Let me try just once with my hands aunty. Nothing but that. What harm can it do? I want to do it because I like you... I'm in love with you. You're still just a novice, and I want to tame you. It will do you good.
I know she felt my warmth, but she just stayed there immobile and stiff, her back glued to the wall. I knew she was listening to my words of fire and I was sure they would have their effect.
"Making love for two women is nothing at all. There are many who do it, confess about it, but still keep it up. You're wrong to refuse."
"Be quiet Lucy, be quiet."
"Then if that is the way you wish it, I'm going to masturbate right in front of you. It will be all your fault you know."
Already I had my hand on my cunt and I was masturbating with an ardor which was quite clear. I was quite well disposed to do so. Full of juice, my pussy was broiling. The words that I had uttered stimulated me. I started to moan with strange calls of love.
Then I felt her come toward me. For a second I stopped my masturbating. I understood. She was fingering herself as,, well, humping her buttocks, tapping her round cheeks on the matress.
I searched her mouth, found it, and drunk it in gluttonously.
"Here we are aunty, one for the other."
She left off her solitary game and I did likewise. Arms folded around my body and I reciprocated willingly. I felt her fingers open the doors to my cunt.
"Do whatever you wish. I can't resist you.
"I continued to masturbate myself with her hand and then T used my wares on her. She was well lubricated and I toyed with her clitoris as though it were a Rucked piece of candy. Just thinking of how she was reacting gave me an added thrill. Our pleasure sought new hounds and we were steadly climbing to the heights of lesbian pleasure.
"Isn't it wonderful aunty. I mean just letting yourself being jerked off that way?"
"Yes, it's good, but how am I ever going to look at myself again. I haven't the force to push your band away, and yet, you're my niece, you know.
"An incestuous loving niece let's say."
"You even admit it?"
"Yes, if you'll admit that it helps that it's me that..."
"I bid you told your tongue you little devil. Shush."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop now whatever you do. Please don't stop. I'm, I'm going... to come. Lucy, some more dearest, please... oh, me come... oh, it's good... yes::: that's it... your finger farther and stiffer... oh my goodness. I'm in heaven."
"They've got big asses, the angels have."
"You're right and they've got big pricks as well, hard as a hammer... and their nuts. I want them all to come and fetch me, one after the other will do fine... And that's good Lucy, some more and then some... keep it up darling. It's your aunt who is speaking... be nice to her."
"Then will you want to begin again?"
"As much as you wish... Come... give me your best... oh, that's it... marvelous. It's divine when you touch me there... yes, yes., there., with those two fingers... Oh, how juicy I'm becoming."
"Do you get this hot and wet when you do it yourself? And how is it now when I touch you there? Do I know how to do it?"
"The first time I locked myself in, it was in this room that I first did it. I didn't know that your father was looking in through the portrait of his father. That night I came violently because the effect did something to me."
"Isn't it true that being vicious alone can give a double pleasure?"
She refused to answer probably due to her excessive puritanism. All she had to offer was a couple of strenuous moans.
"Everything is fine... Let's start again now... I'm going to let myself go this time... Yes, that's what I'll do... You'll like more and more... Oh, that delicious... again, again... hummm, hummm still some more there... yes., oh, my love, my love., that's it... I'm coming... darling, my love..: ohhhhh."
She had some violent thrusts backward and forwards and she smothered her cries in her cupped hands. Her hi ecu ping excited me all the more. She grabbed me and then suddenly she fainted away like a heavy seal.
When she regained consciousness she gave her body to me as though it bad been mine for several months. Our tongues melted together like two hot flames. We licked each others teeth and gums. Her hand lowered to my pubic hairs, but I pushed her away.
"Not yet."
"Why? You have made me happy and yet you have nothing to show for it... I want to give you something in return..."
"What do you propose?" I played the innocent.
"We'll do the famous position together. You know it, sixty-nine? I'll show you what I mean. You will put your head between my thighs and I'll do the same to you. We will suck and lick. You will see that it i� better than just fingering."
She used more science with her tongue than with her fingers. She sacked well and we came together. Aunt Hilda even pushed her entire face into my pussy so much had she missed this thrill in life.
"Tomorrow we will do the same thing in daylight, when he won't be here. I want to see you come... and see your pussy... and your sperm... I want to see you happy as I have been... Will you consent?"
"Well, it wouldn't be any kindness for a niece to refuse such a lovable aunt. If it is as good as tonight, I think I'll he overjoyed. I want to come, again and again."
"Yes, and I want to make up for missing time... I want to make love until I die."
We went to sleep in each other's arms like two tame kittens. Kittens with happy smiles on their faces.
CHAPTER VIII
Two days later, while my aunt was shopping, my father came home before her. I profited of the occasion to talk to him as I had never done before. At first, he seemed to be a little embarrassed when I spoke to him about his books. But ag it wag-his hobby, he then got excited and talked to me about them enthusiastically.
Forgetting that I was his daughter, he even wanted to show them to me. We went to the library, where he opened the cupboard. Had he only known that I knew his books as well as himself! Well, not all of them perhaps but quite a few anyway.
He took a book out, opened it and showed me an illustration.
"Is't it beautiful?" he asked.
"Yes, it is beautiful," I replied.
I believe that we understand each other in this respect, isn't that right, Lucy?" he asked. "You love these erotic books; I see that by the way you look. I am happy about it. Later, you shall inherit all these volumes.
I know that you will make good use of them. You are the only one who understands me..." "And mother?"
"The first time that I showed her one of the books, she threw it down on the ground and called me a dirty beast. I didn't try it again. Besides, I never really loved your mother. When I was fifteen, I saw one day your aunt Hilda when she didn't have any clothes on... and I fell in love with my own sister. It's incredible but it's true. I'm a dirty sort of a guy... I could never get her out of my hide again. And now, I am still the same way. I still love her."
"But why did you invite her to live in this house? It is making you suffer even more."
"I prefer this to not seeing her at all. Besides, there's no danger. I won't do anything... I am incapable of doing it. I'm too timid."
"But just the same you spy on her... huh? I know all about the eyes you cut out of portrait."
"You know?"
"Yes, I have seen it. Fortunately, aunt Hilda doesn't suspect anything." "You're going to tell her?" "No. Why should I? That wouldn't change anything except that I would take away your only happiness... the happiness to see her without clothes on. Right?" He nodded.
"But you've seen me too, didn't you?" "Yes."
"And Gerty with me?"
"Yes. You're very pretty, Lucy. When I used to see you with Gerty, I felt that I was going crazy."
"And when you have seen me with my aunt?"
"It was... magnificent. I could have never dared even to imagine that-you two side by side, naked, and me looking at you. It was terribly intimate, the scene that I saw."
"Wasn't it better than the books?"
"Oh yes! But I love them too."
"I do too, I might say. We have the same blood in our veins. I am as dirty-minded as you. I'll try this evening, when we are going to bed... I mean aunt Hilda and I, to stay undressed longer than before. If you wouldn't have invented this business of the portrait, I believe that I would have thought of it. I have a perverted turn of mind. I love whatever is out of the ordinary... whatever is outrageous. Your desire for your sister does not offend me. On the contrary, it excites me and makes me even more vicious than before. After all, happiness is in the sexual organ and nowhere els". Of what use is money, if one does not make love? Of what use is a man if he doesn't have what it takes or doesn't know what to do with it?"
"Do you love your husband?"
"I detest him; I hate him. He's a no-good, a moron. All that he succeeded in accomplishing is to make me pregnant. Anybody can do that ! He never made me happy."
"You were happy with Gerty?"
"Yes. You guessed it?"
"It was obvious for anybody who is only interested in sexual matters, like myself. Gerty is a fine figure of a woman, without any shame, I believe. You two must have gotten along swimmingly."
"Stop it! 1 don't want to think about it. I lost my scruples all by myself, but when she first came to the house... I understood at once what she wanted and what I myself wanted. Love is so good..."
He had a visible erection. As for me, I could feci my cunt getting moist. I wonder what would have happened had not aunt Hilda returned at this moment. But let us reject such unhealthy thoughts. Really, I am the limit sometimes...
However, that evening while we were smoking in the room, I decided to show off my aunt's charms in a stronger way. First, I set her upon my knees, despite my big belly, which was in the way. I caressed her shamelessly, kissing her on the mouth, while my hands played with her big tits.
She didn't say anything about the portrait. In fact, she seemed to have forgotten about it... or maybe she was beginning to enjoy this sort o� exhibitionist trick.
A glance at the wall showed me that the peeping Tom was at his post. Right away, I pressed her closer against me, grabbing one of her big tils and stroking the nipple with my fingers to make it stand out. Then 1 kissed her on the mouth. She recoiled, as if she were horrified and got off my knees, "Oh, Lucy!"
"What is it, aunt?"
"What you have just done is so dirty--. Why, you stuck your tongue into my mouth! How do you find out about things like that? It's so unspeakably dirty... You are disgusting."
I got up also, put my arms around her shoulders and pressed her against myself.
"It's quite possible that I'm disgusting, but I find that it's very good, aunt ,to put my tongue Into your mouth. You have a lovely mouth... a mouth which invites kisses."
"You can't tell me that that was a kiss, the one you have just given me."
"It's a sort of fortified and prolonged kiss. It enabled me to taste the warmth of your mouth... of your tongue. If you like, we'll try it again. After a few minutes, you will love this kind of a kiss."
I bent over her and kissed her again the same way, but not letting her get away this time. She tried to struggle and I had to cling to her to keep h^r against me. I loved the warm sensation of her belly against mine. Our skins were on fire. Our tongues moved intensely, seemingly possessed of their own life.
Still intertwined, we fell upon the bed. My hands were caressing her belly and tits. I looked into her eyes and saw in them exactly what I had expected and what she wanted from me, She could hardly wait for the moment when I would slip my hand between her legs.
However, when I did it, she jerked away, rolled over on her belly and escaped my hands. Lying there on her belly, she offered me a spicy spectacle of her big ass, whose cheeks were separated by a deep brown... almost black slit. A beauty spot showed on her left cheek. I started kissing and biting her rear. She cried out. Her body lifted up and fell back heavily. I kissed the cheeks of her ass and stuck my nose between them to sniff at the perfume of her asshole.
Under that spicy asshole, there was a veritable lake of love... which was brimming over. The love juice was running over and was wetting the sheets and the blankets.
I licked her asshole, running my tongue up and down and back again along this odorous slit of feminine sperm. All her secretions smelled good to me even the piss, and her hairs felt good to my tongue. I too was secreting furiously. I could have put on a kotex and still it would have seepped through.
I had to rise. My belly was weighing me down too much. Turning her Tread, I could see her disappointed expression. I was happy about it. She had swallowed my bait and was now dangling on the hook... so to speak. She was now waiting for more.
"Again," she begged.
"When I am crouching, I gel belly pains. Extend yourself on the bed, so that I can lie down behind you. That position will be more handly for me to continue this business."
She obeyed, turning her hack toward the mirror and the light. I stretched myself out behind her, fixed myself up comfortably and looked lovingly at her ass in front of me. My God. How lovely it was! It drove me crazy! We wore now a single body, a single unnatural desire. Women, lesbians, worshippers of Sappho... How these names pleased me at this moment of happiness.
I slid one hand under my aunt's left thigh and lifted it up. Her slit was twisting, writhing and seemed to sneer at me. Then I laid hare the bronze, palpitating asshole. I touched it with my finger. It was as if an electric current passed through my aunt's body. She moaned and her cheeks closed, hut opened up again almost all the way.
I took my aunt's hand and placed it on her own cunt, where the hand remained motionless. I told her to play with herself, but she did not budge. Putting my head between her open thighs, I bit into her bush and spread apart her big sexy vulva. I sucked on her clitoris which started swelling.
I told her again to start playing with herself. Slowly, her hand approached her cunt. I saw her agile fingers. They opened the pit, penetrated into it, and I could hear the juicy slapping sound of her fingers working in her cunt.
I was free now to return to her rear. The anus was torrid and wide open. It looked at me with a sort of lust. I could no longer restrain myself. I wanted my mouth and my tongue inside that jewel, inside that hole... I have never since had so much pleasure and voluptuousness out of licking a woman's asshole. She had an anus which seemed to be made for caresses by the tongue. Her hole offered itself to me in the most lascivious manner possible, as if it never did anything else besides showing itself off in this obscene pose.
Her thighs were swaying lightly because she was playing with her front hole. Now the barrier of modesty had completely collapsed. She was really treating herself, the bitch! Jerking herself off in the front, my tongue deep inside her asshole! Oh, my God! What joy we were taking in it! There was nothing more to hide. Everything was wide open and all our holes were in action. Nothing could any longer restrain us, prevent us from enjoying this perverse pleasure of being naked on that bed, doing forbidden things.
A strange sentiment came over me. I loved Gerty despite her shamelessness perhaps even because of it. P�nt now, I was beginning to love my aunt, whom I always considered beforehand as as an insipid and insignificant personality.
There again, it was my peculiar way of looking at things that was responsible. Being corrupt through and through, I found it extremely spicy to be able to teach aunt Hilda all the good things, the shameless, lubricious tilings of physical love. Despite all these things that I was teaching her, she still kept a sort of an innocent way about her, which enchanted me. One would think that she was a virgin, even while her cherry was being taken at every stroke of my tongue.
She jerked every time that my tongue penetrated into her pink asshole, and each time her fingers began to work more rapidly within her cunt.
Then her whole body began to tremble.
She groaned, sighed and sobbed. Then it was an earthquake of pleasure. A violent spasm twisted her body. Her big ass, which I was biting, bit me in the face. I kept biting one cheek and then the other. Then I glued my mouth once more against her anus and worked my tongue in and out of her asshole rapidly.
"I*m coming! Oh, Lucy... 1 have never before come like this! It's terrible! You're raping me! Oh, I am happy... It's good... It's good...
Her orgasm lasted a long time. Her body could not be appeased, and her hand stayed on between her open legs, continuing its labors.
Later, her eyes hollow, her face lined because of so much pleasure, she took me in her arms, and offered to satisfy me in the same way also. In a passionate voice, she way saying: "I want your asshole... I want to do to you what you have done to me... I love you..."
I threw myself on the bed and let her have her way. Voluptuousness invaded me and I have completely forgotten the portrait on the wall the portrait with living eyes.
CHAPTER IX
There was a deplorable accident. I don't know how it happened, but I had a miscarriage. No more problem of children. Aunt Hilda had to call my husband to whom I pretended to be much sicker than I really was. I wanted to keep on staying here, in this house which now pleased me a lot for reasons which I did not understand.
My husband left quickly, as he had some urgent work to do, but he understood very well that I still had to stay on a couple of weeks in the paternal home, in order to recover my strength.
Actually, within a week I was up and about. And about the seventh day, I again felt lascivious pricking of flesh. For a while, I thought that the miscarriage would take away my desires. It did not at all.
It was Saturday afternoon that I noticed the pricking. My aunt and I were shopping, as usually, Saturday evening, she prepared an excellent dinner, as well as on Sunday.
We bought all kinds of provisions, pimento, paprika, apices and other kinds of, bloodwarming condiments. In addition, she bought two bottles of liqueur.
While walking in and out of stores, we were chatting like a couple of girl-friends. I held her arm and pressed her body againstmine.
"You know, aunt, the small beast has again awakened within me. I {eel again the desire to do certain things."
My aunt blushed like a virgin, which made her look adorable to my eyes. How I wanted her mouth, her body, her caresses!
"Yes, but I was above all afraid that something would happen to you, because now I love you like I never loved anybody before. It has become an all-pervading sentiment."
"Because we have so much .sexual pleasure together!"
"Undoubtedly."
Back in the house, we began to work. My father was not due back until eight o'clock, because he was at a business conference. Thus we had the house all to ourselves and could prepare the meal at our ease. Obviously, the first thing I did the moment the door closed behind us, was to throw off my dress. It was summer, and we were hot. Besides, there was the heat of the stove under the casseroles.
From lime to time, my aunt looked al me and came near me. She then embraced me, taking me into her arms. She was becoming tame... Thai was incontestable.
"You are lovely this way, with your shoulders nude," she was telling me. "The way your slip is cut low down enables me to see almost all of your lovely breasts. And, as the slip is also short, I see your long legs and even a portion of your thighs when you bend over. I would have never believed that I could learn to love so the body of a woman... your body... because I would never dare even to thing of the body of another woman. What is possible with you would be impossible with anyone else."
She kissed me on my shoulders, her belly glued to my ass. I began to coo.
"Bite the nape of my neck, aunt. Bite it lightly. It's good."
Then I lifted up my arms, giving her my armpits to kiss. I was so hairy in these places that she could hide her face in my hairs. Finally I murmured:
"You should also take off your dress. You will feel yourself much more at ease."
I thought that she was going to protest.
Therefore I was astonished to see her slip off her dress over her head immediately I took her in my arms and caressed her big tits.
"I love you," I told her. "I want you. I would like to lap you."
However, there was too much work to he done to permit us to let ourselves go. Besides, we were saving our strength. That evening, that night, we would have our good old debauch... the whole night. Ah, how I wanted to come and come again. I could only think of that, while going about the kitchen. And my aunt also, without a doubt, because her cheeks were red and her eyes were brilliant.
I could not stop looking at her lovely nude arms, her full breasts, her legs. And I was remembering her ass and her belly...
Continuing with our tasks, we were talking, exchanging scabrous details.
"I am sure that you are all wet between the legs, aunt. That you're boiling inside... You are lovely... you deserve a good lapping or some good strokes of a prick... a big cock between your thighs. I suppose you've had a man's prick in you, didn't you?"
"It never did me any good," answered she. "I like the other stuff better... You know, when I'm alone... until I come. I am a bitch-a corrupt woman."
"And me, what do you think I am? I am a housewife, but as shameless a one as you will ever find. I have done everything except to play a part in an orgy... And, even in that respect, one day with Gerty I went to a house where we were closed in a room with two men... niggers."
"You have dared to do that?" asked ray aunt, horrified at hearing my confession.
"Gerty knew all about that house. She used to go there to get herself fucked. And she was right! These niggers really have big pricks... Besides, they are vicious. Their cocks stiffen up easily... and they stay that way a long time. You ought to try it, aunt. You are passing away your life without knowing the pleasures..."
I lifted her slip and caressed her mount of Venus, which was pushing out her panties.
"Do you realize what it is, aunt, to have a long, thick prick inside of you? You'll be happy. You'll come like a whore... You'll piss out your cunt when you will feel the rubbing of a prick inside your cunt...'"
"Shut up, Lucy... You're getting me into such a tizzy..."
Finally the dinner was ready. It was seven and a half. We were waiting for the master of the house, sealed in the living-room armchairs, our bathrobes within our reach. But for the time being, I was exposing myself, legs wide open, one tit out of my brassiere. Facing me aunt had crossed her legs and from below I could see the beginning of her asg and her heavy thighs.
"I'd like to throw myself on my knees and spread your legs, aunt dearest..."
"Yes, I know..."
"I would like to lap your cunt... to lap you..."
"How you say it! To lap! You say it in such a succulent way that I almost feel you doing it... that you are at my knees, your head between my legs."
"I would like to jerk you off, to take with you all kinds of obscene positions... just for our own pleasure. I{ I were a man, I'd fuck you in the asshole... By God I would, you please me so. You know, one of the niggers had me from the rear, ll hurt at first hut afterward... Oh, boy! It is even better than plain fucking because, while he's doing it, you can masturbate yourself. It's good, to jerk yourself off while a big prick is fucking you in the asshole."
"Shut up, Lucy! You don't know what you're saying."
"You love my telling you things... you get hot, I can see it. You need to make love. Soon we'll lap each other... in privacy."
When my father finally came in, we just had the time to grab our bathrobes and cover ourselves. Nevertheless, he looked at us with a sly look, as if he suspected something. I saw that be had been drinking. He joked and seemed to be much more at ease than usual. All of a sudden, I found him much more sympathetic. He laughed and told jokes.
Finally we sat down to eat. There was a good atmosphere in the house. We all understood each other. We ate heartily and did not stint on the wine.
Later, my aunt served coffee and placed one of the two bottles of liqueur on the small table between the armchairs. We got ourselves seated comfortably. I turned on the radio, which was playing langorous melodies.
Then there was silence. I knew my evil thoughts, but I would have liked to know the thoughts of the two others. To break the silence, I asked my father whether he did not have some good hooks for us.
He went into the library and came back with three volumes. He kept one. lor bimse\f, gave one to me and one to my aunt. A bizarre smile was on his face.
They were dirty books, with pictures in them. I watched my aunt's expression. She tried to remain expressionless, but I could see by the trembling of her hands that she was excited.
I looked at my father. He was apparently absorbed in his reading. I went toward him and bent over his shoulder. The book he was reading was called: "Lesbian pleasures. "
Twilight was falling. The books were put away. My aunt wanted to light the electricity and pull down the shades, but I protested.
"Let us stay like this," I said. "There is sufficient light for us to drink our liqueur. Besides, the street lamp is giving some light in the room."
My aunt sat down again. We were rather embarrassed, not knowing what to do. My aunt and I were waiting for the moment to go to our room and start getting rid of the excitement accumulated within us by the reading. But we could not think of a reason to give for hurrying away.
Finally 1 spoke up:
"It's hot. If I dared, I'd take off my bathrobe. It's heavy." "Why not?" asked my father. "It's all in the family, as I know you have no dress underneath."
I took off my bathrobe. Then I went to the serving table and poured out a stiff drink of liqueur for my aunt, my father and myself.
"I feel good like that, aunt. You ought to follow my example. We aren't children. Nobody can see us."
"And your father?"
"He'll be indulgent. It's so hot!"
I helped my aunt to take off her bathrobe. Our shoulders gleamed in the twilight. Seated, motionless, we could feel the atmosphere getting heavier. A number of inexpressible things floated in the air above us. I wanted to hare my tits and let myself follow the unhealthy instincts which did not leave me ever nowadays.
"This is comfortable," said my father in a raucous voice. ''Don't you think so, Hilda?"
"Yes, I'm just fine," answered my aunt in a nearly inaudible voice.
I got up from the armchair, approached her and, leaning over her, caressed her nude shoulders. Then I kissed her on the neck.
"You are both beautiful," said my father. "Very beautiful... It's insupportable... to see you like that. However, I would like to sec even more..."
"I would like to he naked," I said.
"Do that. No more underthings," said my father.
"I am going to undress," said aunt Hilda. "No, I am going to begin..." "No, Lucy, your father is here... you can't."
"I shit on it! I want to be naked... to be completely comfortable... to..."
We were naked almost at the game time. My father was in ecstasy
"You are beautiful! This is much more exciting than anything I have ever seen in my books."
"Look bow beautiful she is." I demonstrated my aunt to my father. She was completely nude standing in front of the armchair.
"You love her don't you?"
"Yes, I do... She is truly lovely... I've always loved her."
"Don't say things like that Gregory."
"All three of us are here and closed off from the world. He can't say everything all at once... I am intrigued by this situation... He desires you, can't you see... and you're nude in front of him... oh, incestuous love... how wonderful, how straightforward."
"And you, his daughter... his very flesh and blood... you are naked as well in front of him."
"And I find it marvelous, because I am going to make love to you in front of a very close witness. Nothing will be hidden. I shall let myself go and be debauched as I wished to be and by those whom I love dearly."
"Aunt Hilda, here I am."
I enlaced her with my supple body. Our nudity met in a fleshy clash. I brought my hands up to Hilda's breasts. I caressed them while my lips lingered close to hers. I felt that she was ready for her pleasure ride as well as all the murky things that she might have thought would go with it.
My father was standing back practically in the shadows of the room. Then he dared to stepped forward. He wanted to see us from a different angle. One much closer and much more appropriate to his obscene mind.
My mind quaked and my skin trembled with goose-pimples. It was a special situation and my heart was warm. I thought I was going to pass out from the sexual fever I felt.
"Isn't she grand. You want her don't you? You want to kiss her and fuck her. You want to put all your sperm in her.'''
"Lucy, how can you talk like that?" My aunt intervened.
"Don't he silly. He has been thinking of you all the time. He is in love with you. He's a man, after all. 1 envy both of you. I must admit it."
I pushed my father over to the armchair. He was in the dark but our two bodies shone in the scant light that came from the street. He was able to see us perfectly.
Standing side by side and very close, I placed my hand on my aunt's cunt. She started to bellow like a lioness. It all excited me. My own sex grew wet and liquid dribbled down my right thigh.
"Let me masturbate you my dear aunt."
In fact my finger was already up her snatch, profoundly inserted. She refused to spread her thighs apart in order to play the vicious one.
"I want to do the same... Put your band... Come my love... Let's do it together.
Licentiously, I put my foot on the arm rest of the chair in which my father was sitting. This way he was able to get a better view of my pussy, my hairs, my thighs and ass. I told my aunt to do the same. I helped her arrange herself in a position in which she was throroughly exposed to the bulging eyes of my father.
"That's it. Now we shall masturbate each other under that obscene look of his. Oh, it will do us worlds of good. Go on caress me. Play with me... right here on the button."
"You two bitches." My father had bis say.
"Don't you like us to do this?"
"Yes, I like it... I want to be naked as well as you. Don't I have a right to amuse myself as well?"
"Look how Hilda does it. Isn't she stunning when she makes love? She really needs to... and ofter... She lubricates so much and so quickly."
"I can feel her sperm I can even see it."
"Do you see what a peeker you are?."
Suddenly I fingered my aunt all the more intensely. She fell backwards and lauded on my father. He grasped her to him and would not let her go. He searched her mouth and found it. I saw my aunt's body grow stiff and then slowly grow supple as she gave herself to him. He put his band on her cunt and she didn't back away.
"Hilda, I want you."
His fare was on fire and hit voice was trembling.
"I want to make love to yon. I want to stick my burning prick in you and come inside you like a volcano."
I kept my hand at my own sex and as this talk went on I kept my furnace burning. I was hotter than a firecraker to use a warnout term. I masturbated myself with a wholesome crazy pleasure. This couple made me reek with desire.
My father pushed my aunt away in an effort to get his clothes off. I drew back and had her sit in the armchair. She spread her legs apart and by head burrowed itself between her luscious thighs. I licked the tantalizing region.
I turned around and saw that my father was prepared for action. Right under my nose his huge cock was oscillating making invisible circles in the air.
"Look, aunty dear, what he is going to invest in you.'*
He came nearer. And then he knelt down much as I did and viewed the spot which would soon be his.
"Look at me masturbate in front of you. It is divine... What a superb vice this is... What a toying bitch I am... and I love it."
My father had put Hilda's legs on his shoulders and he was ardently licking her off. She was playing with her breasts, judiciously fingering her nipples.
"Let's all go in the other room where there isn't a dreadful window... Come..." I took the initiative.
Actually I wanted to see them all the better.
I wanted to see them fuck and encourage them with wild words that would singe the pot. And at the same time I wanted to masturbate until their world came to an end.
In the room I was able to see hie body more fully. I was surprised on seeing it. My father wasn't badly built at all and his cock was firmly stretched out. A handsome cock and body that was still muscular and well proportioned.
He stretched out on the bed and we both watched him.
"Play between yourselves. I like that." He asked us humbly.
With the needless go sign he imposed, we drew together like a pair of love flies and soon her mouth was at my oozing cunt. We couldn't help take notice of the man who was glaring at us with mad lust in Bis eyes. This stimulated our act.
"I have to come. It's to much for me. I want to jerk off while you're with him. Go on put yourself on the he Aunt Hilda lay down with my father. She seemed to react like a woman who is walking in her sleep and who isn't aware of where she is.
Curved over her, my father kissed her and cuddled her. She finally opened her eyes, pressing him to her and pushing her stomach towards him, she gained contact with the terrific cock.
"Fuck me," she practically yelled.
I put one of my legs up on the bed and continued to show my running pussy in which my finger agitated incessantly. I was only a few inched away from the couple that was welded together.
"Put your prick into her... Go on,., he has been waiting for it for years."
He spread open her legs and placed his member at the opening of her vaginal cavern. Slowly bis instrument disappeared in her wet oyster.
"Fuck her. Make her come like a geyser... Ah, it's so good to watch you two together.
Marvelous, marvelous... What a wonderful feeling to masturbate in front of you."
He moved like someone who, knew how to handle himself in such a situation. I watched his long cylinder pervade the interior. In and out it went with all the duty of love on it.
Never had I seen anything as lovely and soon I was discharging with spits of sperm like a man.
Aunt Hilda started to groan and moan. She was all over her fucker. She gave him her mouth, her tongue and she brought her abdomen into play. Finally, she nutcrakered her lover with her cunt.
When I saw this I came violently. Hilda saw the effect the scene had on me and it stimulated her all the more. They could both look at me. I no longer cared. I was just a dirty beast who was slobbering in the dark.
Everything he was doing with his sister, he knew he would be capable of doing with me. And after all, did it really matter? We were made of the same flesh and blood and the instincts that depraved our bodies were the same.
Aunt Hilda took notice of my state while her lower belly was filed with juice. "Ob, Lucy. What have yon done?...
You've shown everything to.., your father... Oh, Gregory... more... 1 have the impression that you want to come out of me in the opposite end... I'm going to come. Go to it... stronger... Let's come together..'. Sprinkle me with love... Ahhhh, I've come."
She brayed like a mule. There was nothing human in her voice. Then she moaned her arms flung to her side her legs spread open. Courage soon came back, and she smiled.
"Oh, how wonderful to make love. How have I ever been able to do without it?"
A drip of come rolled from the head of the prick and Hilda was quick to lap it up . I watched her suck him off and I was almost jealous of their happiness together.
However the cock grew limp inspite of the caresses. But it was marvelous being &o close to a couple who had reaped the harvest of the splendors of love.
I was nude and standing by the mirror noticing this couple who were satisfied... for the moment.
CHAPTER X
"Come close to us." My aunt intrigued me with a wet wink of her eye.
"Put yourself along side us, dear."
I did as I was hidden. I had not been in the sack more than a few seconds before I felt her hands gripping my breasts and her stomach roll up against mine. She was very attractive in this particular pose. Her face was lit with a new-type of desire and she was fast succombing to my pregnant charms.
My father lay back in wait scrutinizing us as though he were watching a play. It was easy to detect a certain admiration in his eyes.
"I love to see you two together. You're so lively and so much in love. I like that believe me."
Then he leaned over us and began to caress our rumps. He found Hilda's particularly agreeable and he played freely with her crevice and the triangular mop of hair between her legs.
"Make love, fair ladies. Go on... I want to see you doing it together. Put your legs where your heads should be and visa-versa. Yon know what I mean."
He wet his lips and I could sec the vicious glow in his small yearning eyes.
"Go to it, you two bitches. Excite me, please."
His words had their wanted effect on us and we agitated ourselves in the most provocative positions. Out of the corner of an eye I noticed that his rod was getting bigger and bigger . It reached, in fact, fabulous proportions. His made me suck Hilda's breasts all the more. Aunt Hilda must have noticed the rigid instrument as well because she reached out for it and grappled it as though it were the branch of a tree. My father turned hot with joy. He even pushed his lower belly up in an odd obscene posture.
"I love this. You're sucking me and I've got a prick in my hand. What could be lovelier. It is so hard and soft at the same time. Ju6t touching it sends thrills and chills through me. Just tickle it a little, Lucy and you'll see what I mean. Let's love each other three ways. It's so good. Let's work it to where we will have nothing but disdain for one another. Aren't you willing, my love."
My heart was beating so quickly that I didn't dare answer right off for fear that I would lose my breath.
"I never dared to go that far aunty. But if you wish, if you think it will do make things better?"
"Oh, yes. Suck me, bite me... bitch... do it... I want to come in your mouth."
This was my father exploding in his manner. It knocked me for a loop just hearing him go through this terrifiyng tirade.
I caught a glimpse of my father as he dived into aunt Hilda's pussy. He was sucking her as well. Then I saw his long cock disappear into the thin-lipped mouth of aunty Hilda. Half of his cock was in and the other half was out, but it made a wonderful sight and I almost came right on the spot at the very thought of it. It would not have been fair to come so rapidly since I remarked to my aunt that she was not giving papa her best licks. This was entirely true and she didn't deny it. She was just holding back to make a good thing last. Later I found out that she loved to suck and that she was trying to make thepleasure last like a child with an all-day sucker.
After fifteen minutes of slow ardent lovemaking, aunt Hilda decided to go after some whiskey.
"We'll get drunk and it will be much better. You'll see how great it can get."
Alone with my father I was surprised to find out how little embarrassed I had looking at his enormous cock. It was long and slightly curved like a coma. It seemed big enough to go into the cunt and come out of the ass-hole.
He looked at me longingly. I did the same. We were practically hypnotizing each other with our serpent-like eyes.
I wasn't surprised when be jumped on me like an uncouth savage. I opened my legs and in a flash he was inside me snug and warm. There we lay, father and daughter face to face, dick in crack.
He hugged me strongly and I felt bis immense sex invade me like an iron bar. Each time it slid in and out, I moaned with pleasure. This only spurred him on. My groans and moans were partly in gest for I wanted to hear his nuts knock up against my buttocks in all their fury.
His cock was like an arrow and it was true to the mark. My father was a marvelous fucker and I drew him to me in a rough embrace. I admired him and I wanted him to plunge deeper within me.
My pop was an expert screwer. I could feel the way he studied my interior.
My aunt came hack carrying a few glasses" and a bottle of old bourbon whiskey.
"Well, J knew that would happen while I was gone. I'm not surprised for it was bound to take place. You look wonderful together and I hope to see more of it."
She looked at us with a regard of uncertainty. She approached the bed and put her hand on my thigh.
"Don't mind me, just continue. It's so superb us being here and as we are. Go to it, Gregory... Fuck your daughter... Stick it in as you did with your sister... Just look at them... And here Gregory watch me..."
She put one foot on the bed and her hand worked actively on her crotch. She was masturbating herself with all her might. It was a marvelous sight to behold. I thought I would go out of my mind. There was my father and his sister, aunt Hilda who I never would have dreamed... ah, hut there it was. The dream had come true. Aunt Hilda was in love with herself and its, and this 19 the way it was in the best of all worlds.
My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when I admired the bush was flaming away with dribble of juice.
She masturbated herself with a certain rage and abandon. Fire was in her eyes and she clenched her teeth. It was easy to imagine the great pangs of love that were drawing her out and the sight of her vagina was drawing me to love her all the more.
"Oh, it's grand being liberated of all ties. I feel so free and so light. Let's all come together. It will be delicious torture."
"Oh, if you're not coming then, I'll come for both of you."
This was shouted in defiances to our better senses and only intiated a warmer response from us. I shouted like a wounded beast and bit my father's arm. I felt the welling up in my big belly and I knew I was going to come very soon after...
We hummed our song together, the song of incestuous love. My father was the baritone, my aunt the contralto and I still had the innocent soprano voice in the trio.
Aunt Hilda caressed herself for the last spurt of liquid and then collapsed on the bed. All at once, haggard and heavy, she pushed my father away and declared she wanted my sperm. Her demand was clear. Neither papa of myself saw reason to refuse her.
Her head buried itself in my cunt and she was at the white hot liquid disposed there.
"Oh, I love it. It is so... so... good. It's you Greg in your daughter. Oh, I think I'll go out of my mind. If you want to suck me... Oh, please do?
My father had a go at it and then I took over. I took my task seriously and very soon I was coming for the third time.
Our seance had been a success and I was agreeably charmed by the whole incident.
* * *
Heaven has to fall apart at one time or another and I had to go home. But it wasn't without a certain regret that I took my departure. So I abandonned the couple whose positions and notions coincided with my own and who brought me thrills and great joys.
Inspite of Gerty who I was sure to find the same, I wasn't so happy about going back to the same stuffiness of my husband. I loved my aunt and when I made love with her in front of my father it was much more exciting than anything I had ever done before.
My husband? He was the guilty one always in the way just when he shouldn't be... What was my life going to be now in that mournful place, especially when I thought so often of. the splendors of my aunt and my father.
I was not in an agreeable humor when I entered my home, right from the start I felt (here was something wrong. The atmosphere was riot the same. Especially when Gertrude ran to me. I could feel the strangeness and I knew I was not mistaken. She was nude as well. Almost--she had only her skivy and silk hose on.
She inclined her head on my shoulder and* whispered.
"You're just in time... He is upstairs and I think, something is wrong... "When you left..."
"What an odd tone you're using Gerty... You sound so secret and distant all of a sudden."
"I have something on my mind... I haven't been myself lately."
"Then tell me what is the matter."
When you left, be began to look at mc anil pay me many compliments. He said I was very lovely and that he loved women who were rounded the way I was. He even said that he enjoyed being a slave of such women. I even gathered that this was due to his love for his nurse when he was young. It appeared as if she dominated him to such a degree that he was forced to obey. He even put his head betwen her legs where he found a new kind of nector. He amused himself with her and masturbated her quite often. She did the same in front of him."
Gertrude looked worried but continued her story.
"Well to sum it up, he has been speaking of many things including his present sensations. Strangely enough I became excited.
He asked me to treat him in the same way. What was I able to do. I wanted to relieve myself. That was a normal thing to do, wasn't it? I really didn't like it. After all, he is your husband. He came between our happiness... The first time I saw him, I knew what kind of a man he was."
Gertrude seemed troubled and she wet her lips before continuing once more.
"He jumped me as though I were an animal. He never gave me time to undress or anything. It was frightful the way he behaved. Before I knew it he was in me. He struggled with me and gave me several brutal strokes. I could have accepted the most vicious assaults or dirty tricks, you know the kind we used to do to each other, but with him and his brutal fashion to take me thoroughly disgusted me from the start. But what was I able to do? He spoke of a sexual slave, but it appeared as though I were to play the role of slave. This was a role that appeared strange to me, and especially in regards to him."
Gerty was exciting me with this gruesome tale that involved my very own husband.
"The strangest tiling of all was he became big and hard and all the more brutal. He made my cunt hurt something awful. If pain ed me like a crow-bar. Now, I understand why you had no real love for him____"
I eyed Gertrude quizzically. I wasn't 3iire what she was driving at.
"The third time I was with him, his violence became unbearable. I felt that 1 would have to do something terrible in order to save our love, yours and mine. I (bought of a way of getting rid of him. A friend of mine is a pharmacien. I bought some cantharide tablets on his suggestion and that same night I tried some on him. He became more diabolic than before. He grew harder than ever. I was forced to submit to his superior strength."
My mouth fell open and I followed every word that Gerty uttered with a certain apprehension.
"But I held off. I had enough hate to do so. Each day I added another pill and he didn't know what was happening. He said that I was driving him nuts and it was because, of me that he was always hard..."
Gertrude seemed to be emotionally struck by the whole affair and I wanted her to continue just until the end.
"I think you have come in time. It's been three days since we have been in the attic in our room. He hasn't gone soft a single se cond. But I'm afraid that it is going to finish poorly. He is killing himself slowly..."
Right at that moment I heard my husband scream. His voice was strange. It was almost the cry of an animal. It was shrill and muffled at the same time.
"Gertrude... you bitch... are you coming or not? I can't go down..."
We went up together. As soon as he saw me, he showed me his prick which was the color of red blood. His testicles appeared to burst in their sacks. The bed was full of traces of sperm, of food and wine.
He took hold of his cock and held it pointed at me and he began to laugh as an idiot would.
"Do you want some, my darling little wife. Gertrude profited highly from your absence. Come in bed with us. Let's work together. I'll teach you know to ass fuck and bow to suck a pussy."
With great poise I began to undress.
"What are you going to do?" Gertrude asked me wonderously.
"I'm going to get into bed... an3 Tuck... and do just what he wants..."
Gerty understood. She opened her mouth to tell me something but just as quickly decided to remain quiet. She rejoined Allan on the bed, took hie member and started to jack him off.
"You like that... you bastard... There's your wife and you let yourself be taken by me... prick... Look how hard it is."
Before I rejoined them, he had a violent orgasm and the sperm almost hit the deiling. Gerty was right. Even after such a violent orgasm, he still didn't get soft. I felt that I would have to take matters in hand. First of all I would have to do something about the iron cylinder which didn't seem to wish to go down. I have to admit the whole thing excited me terribly much. I asked Gerty to suck me.
While she sucked me I masturbated. We were so industrious chat our teeth chattered and our bodies trembled like weak leaves. Then like Hons we jumped on one another and we accomplished the best sixty-nine of our lives before finally calming down.
Then we had to call the doctor. When he came it was too late. He merely lifted the sperm-stained sheet and declared the death of my beloved Allan.
We bad to deliver the body for the purposes of burial and this was not to be taken lightly. But our love for each other, Gertrude and myself was too strong. We went around the house naked inspite of the dead body that seemed to stink up the place. We caressed each other like lovelorn kittens.
The next day I received a letter .from ray father saying that he and aunt Hilda were going to come the next day. They were planning on staying indefinitely.
It was curious to see Gerty's head. I could have sworn that she was thinking of new victims.
Once my family was installed in my house, she understood our relationship which was founded on a new footing entirely. She was far from giving her disapproval of the whole enterprise. Gerty was forced to join in. We told dirty stories together and we even described our incestuous relations. This merely excited each and everyone of us. I described to Gertrude the way my father and I rolled together screwing on our incestuous bed while aunty Hilda jacked off on the side of the bed.
When we finished our coffee, aunt Hilda was standing and she bad a strange smile on her vicious lips .
What are we remaining here for? Let's go upstairs were we can be a little more comfortable. We will be much cosier there don't you think?"
She didn't have to make the suggestion for the second time. We were all for it and scrambled up the stairs like young whippersnappers.
Once in my bed-room, Hilda pushed me in the direction of my father and beamed with delight.
"Go to it. I'll take care of Gertrude. After all, I don't think she is a novice at this business."
I practically melted in the arms of the man who made me. I allowed to be taken by the throes of love, incestuous love with a capital I.
For a moment I felt as though Gerty gave me a horrified look and perhaps this was true but there were things she would have to get used to. She was, after all, still a hired help.
She didn't appear perplexed for too long a time. All at once she began to laugh and we all had a good laugh with her. She drove my aunt toward the bed.
We were doomed to a quartet of extraordinary capacity. We learned and gained sustenance from one another. My father learned each hour and he became the stout man and not the sheepish peeking torn of former days.
Caught in this most splendid bedraggling debauche, we remained enclosed in my room for hours at a time making love. I would go at it with my father and Gerty would manipulate her best manoeuvres with aunt Hilda who really became lovable and relaxed in the interplay.
Words were tossed around quite often. Some of them were not words that would be uttered to a child. In fact many of them would make an adult's face rather red.
But we continued our antics and loved one another like no other people could have. I noticed that aunt Hilda had lost ten years and seemed more radiant by the minute. She came often and with a burning intensity."
How can I explain justly to anyone how we behaved. We merely exchanged each other and then made love bundled in a pile of four. I often went from my father's prick to Hilda's cunt and I was duly lapped up by fabulous Gerty who in turn was being buggered by my pop.
Oh, the thrills lasted until we were worn out in the wee hours of the morning and then we would slumber until noon. The afternoons were spent in clearing up minor details ami then in the evenings after heary meals we would rekindle our desires. The bed and beds awaited us and we hustled up to the dim-lighted room.
CHAPTER XI
I think it was Hilda who had the idea of the feather game. It was difficult to believe that my good aunt was that vicious. But everyone found her so delightful that I think they would have gone in for anything she proposed.
Naked and elegant, aunt Hilda told us what we were to do.
"Well, my children. You each have a feather and the idea is to give your partner as much pleasure as you can with it. You can well guess what has to be done. The first to come is the loser. The one who holds off the longest wins."
The feathers we used were long and each wag a different color which helped us distinguish who had which.
I carried a blue feather with which I tickled the clitoris of my Gerty. Gertrude had a rose feather and she teased my father's balls with it. My own flesh and blood carried a black feather and he decided to approach
Hilda's asshole. Aunt Hilda carried a brown shit-colored feather and. tantalized the teast of big Lucy, yours truly.
To begin with there were giggles and struggles to get away from the bothersome feather. Then bit by bit we succombed to it. It was a brutal business because it resembled the touch of a light finger.
"I'm being masturbated by an angel's hand" Gerty cried as she breathed deeply.
"And what about me? My asshole is burning hot. How I need to have a big prick in me now. I would even do for a tongue."
My father was suffering the most. He wanted to scratch his balls. It was so easy to see this as his face contorted like a wincing dog.
"Oh, I want to scratch my nuts, you bitch. Dont't go too near the tip of my... ohhhh."
His face turned red. It was hard to say whether it was with pain or with joy. I had an inkling that it was more with pleasure than anything else. Even though it was a masochist's joy in painful dispersion. He used his feather delicately and pointed the very tip at Hilda's small opening.
"Oh, if that feather would only ram me. I don't know whether it is giving me a thrill or whether I need to take a shit. What is it doing to you Lucy?"
I was twisting in the throes of real pleasure. As everyone else decided to cover up the true feelings he or she had, I decided to do the same.
"I'm dying of mortification. All my sensuality is moving to my breasts. I want to masturbate myself but I know it is prohibited by the rules of the game."
Gertrude let out a few words and I was sure she would be the first to come.
"Oh, this is divine. No hand can touch mc as this feather is doing. All I have to do is pretend that it is Lucy's little finger which is lightly touching my clitoris... Ouuuhhh, so good... It's marvelous."
Well, that's the way we were with the game of the feathers. To each his own. As for myself, I can only say that it was tickling and chilling the hell out of me.
Strangely enough it was my father who was the first to permit his jizz to fly in the air. It came after a few strokes of the feather up and down his cock.
"I thought it was the tip of a tongue. It reminded me of your mother, darling. That was the only thing she could do well, darling. That was the only thing she could do well. I couldn't hold back any longer."
Gertrude was sure to be the next to break loose. She was rolling and bumping like a belly dancer. Certainly it was she who found the game the most amusing.
"Oh, thank you Hilda for dreaming this one up. Ohhh, I like that honey. More there... that's right, there."
But I was wrong. It wasn't Hilda or Gerty who was the next to shoot off her wad. It was the constant rubbing of the feather tip on my nipples that did it. I was dumbfounded to feel the trickling of my juice running down my thigh.
I let out a sudden shriek of madness and they all heard me. I looked at Gerty witH surprise then I gazed at the deadened eyes of my father.
"I... never thought that... I::: Oh, it was heavenly and so unexpected."
It was up to Gerty and Hilda to hold off now. My father was at it all the way now. He perked up and I thought that the exploration of Hilda's butt-hole would cause hint to have a second explosion.
"I can't hold back any longer. I think I'm coming. That damned feather is doing the trick and I thought I would escape it. Ohhh, I'm commminnngggg...."
It was Gerty gurggling away like this. It was really something to watch this big woman jump and almost do a half turn in the air.
I couldn't help going down on Gertrude who was utterly divine after this slight interlude of madness. Her liquid was warm and tasteful. I nibbled at her clitoris and then sunk my tongue into the deeper regions.
My father was exploring the tight asshole of aunty Hilda. She was on all fours and she made a beautiful Bight to behold.
"Oh, I love this. I could go on for hours. But I feel my sperm mounting. Go to it Gregory dear... That's it on the right 9ide and then straight in."
Aunt Hilda was positively radiant in her obscene pose. She was rolling her eyes like the sublimest of nymphomaniacs.
We were hypnotized by her and when she was on the verge of coming we all jumped on her as though she were the queen of the ball.
And so she was. Our own aunt Hilda was delicious. We mouthed her all over. She was chewed on by me, rammed by my father and sucked by Gerty.
"Enough, you dragons... You're killing me... Oh, have some pity on me..."
We could show no pity on this wholesome morsel. She was our meat and she was not going to get away with her hideous games. We were giving her everything we had. I could feel her blood boil and I knew she wasn't going to hold off much longer.
In a few seconds she let go with a tremendous fart and I thought for a moment that she had come. The stink only excited us all the more.
My father rammed it in to the hilt and I'm sure he was on the brim of overflowing. We played with his balls and then bit his ass.
Then it happened. Papa blew his stack and this threw Hilda into a spasm. She bucked and bent backward and fell limp on the bed after letting out one of the most fearful cries I have ever heard or hope to hear.
She lay dormant or a few minutes.. We were afraid, hut when Gerty tongued her in the right places, courageous aunty came, back to life with all her power.
CHAPTER XII
There began a happy time for the four of us. It's amazing how many combinations for making love there are when four people are at it. We pulled two beds close together and so formed an immense area where all kinds of evolutions were possible.
Gerty prefered that my aunt and myself make love with my father. "It's much more exciting for a man to fuck his own sister and daughter than a stranger," she would say.
I had to admit that she was right. When my father was on top of me with his huge knobby prick deep into me, I'd be watching out of the corner of my eye Gerty and Hilda playing with each other's tits or having their snaky tongues deep into each other's cunt. This sight excited me so much that I'd usually come quicker than I would have liked to, and with such violence that my father would cry out with pleasurable pain.
I'd cry out: "Oh, you dirty pervert! Aren't you ashamed of yourself, screwing your own daughter... filling up her juicy twatt with your nasty prick... with your sister playing the lesbian right beside you. Gome on! Fuck me, you son o� a bitch! Fuck me till the stuff runs out of my ears!"
My father would pant: "I know I'm disgusting, but you're the filthiest whore I know... You're your father's daughter."
Then I'd push him away, grab my aunt by her big tits and throw her and my father together.
Then Gerty and I would, trembling fall in each other's arms. We derived the greatest pleasure from the fact that my father and my aunt were doing all sorts of strange things right next to us.
But Gerty and I were lovers in the true sense of the word. Whatever enjoyment I got out of sleeping with my blood relatives was the result of my perversity. It was purely cerebral. But whenever Gerty and I made love, I was happy to give her pleasure and, I am sure, she felt the same way with me.
Therefore, whenever Gerty and I were alone together, we would discuss my father and Hilda with complete frankness and excited ourselves with projects to make them sink even deeper into sexual depravity. It was like this that Gerty suggested to me that we take Hilda with us to the house of assigns lion. I fell on Gerty's neck delightedly.
"Of course, darling, let's do it! We'll get her to do all sorts of things, while we'll be in the closet next to her room, make love and watch her with the North Africans!"
Gerty and I waited till next morning until my father had to leave for the office. As soon as he had left, we were on either side of Hilda, teasing her, exciting her, kissing her, sucking the nippies of her big flabby tits until they stood up in the air. My aunt laughed and pretended to light us off. But we could see that she was getting hotter and hotter. Finally Gerty got down between her thighs and started touguing her palpitating cunt. Meanwhile I was kissing and licking her ears and was whispering to her:
"Aunt darling, you're such an attractive woman. I wish I could do something to make you really happy!"
"Oh, I'm so happy already in this family, with my brother's big prick inside of me every night and with you two adorable creatures lapping my cunt and playing with it!"
I insisted: "But aunt dearest, wouldn't you like just once to have big black pricks in you, one after another? Wouldn't you like to suck h monstrous prick while another one was fucking you in the asshole? Wouldn't you, darling?"
Meanwhile, Gerty was intensifying her tongue action. But every time that Hilda showed signs of being ready to come, she would withdraw her tongue and simply run her tongue up and down my aunt's legs and thighs. Hilda was getting crazy with excitement.
"What are you suggesting to me, Lucy?" she cried. "Have you no shame? Would you have your aunt make love with North Africans?"
"Why not, darling? Is that worse than making love with your own brother and your niece? Gerty and I would take you to such a nice place, where they only let in niggers with big cocks. No one will ever know that you were there. The niggers don't know who you are. Why don't you let yourself go just once? Gerty and I will keep you company..."
Hilda was threshing around like a madwoman. "For Christ's sake, let me come, Gerty! You're torturing me!"
But Gerty left off lapping her cunt* which was heaving and contracting and started whispering in Hilda's ear:
"I'll make you come, you bitch, if you do what Lucy telle you to do. It's a shame to have such a sexy body as you have and not use it to the fullest. I'll make you come only if you promise to go with me and Lucy to this house and do everything they want you to do there."
"I'll promise anything," moaned my aunt. "Only please let me come quick. My cunt is on fire! I'm burning up!"
But Gerty was not yet satisfied. I could see that she was enjoying seeing my aunt suffer.
Holding on to Hilda's hands, so that she could not masturbate herself, she whispered fiercely: "You'll do everything that the North Africans want to do? In the asshole?"
"Yes, oh yes," Hilda maoned, "anything you say... only make me come... let me come..."
"Say how you want it you bitch," hissed Gerty.
"I want it in the asshole..."
"No! That's not good enough. Say that you want their dirty black pricks in your asshole!"
"I want their dirty, big, black pricks in my asshole," cried Hilda.
I was terribly excited by this time. The moment Hilda said that I threw myself upon her and stuck my finger in her dilated ass hole. As for Gerty, she started masturbating my aunt furiously. It didn't take Hilda long to come under such treatment, I can tell you.
Gerty and I gave my aunt a few minutes rest and then began to excite her again, without letting her come. After that, she would have taken on the devil himself.
Early in the afternoon we three took a taxi to the house of assignation. Hilda sat between us. We were not taking any chances of her escaping us at the last moment. At one point, Gerty pretended that she dropped some money on the floor, got to her knees on the floor of the taxi and, quickly spreading my aunt's thighs apart, stuck her quickly darting tongue into my aunt's cunt's. Hilda let out a stifled cry, while I let out a squeal of delight.
"Anything the matter back there?" asked the driver.
"Not a thing," I replied quickly. "My aunt is feeling slightly faint but it's not serious. Keep on going."
The driver paid no further attention to us. Gerty kept her little game up until my aunt began to pant and move around. Then Gerty quit, leaving, my aunt's cunt on fire. She just could not wait until we came to the house of assignation.
The same woman who greeted us on our previous trip w,as at the counter of the sordid bar.
"Well, Gerty, it's a long time since I last saw you!" They embraced warmly.
The woman said to me: "I remember you, my dear. You were with Gerty last time. I was hoping that our entertainment would please you sufficiently so that you would return."
"Well, many things have happened since then... But I had a wonderful time and I'm glad to be back."
The woman seemed pleased with my compliment: "And who is that sad-looking bitch?" she asked Gerty, pointing at Hilda.
Gerty laughed, and there was something cruel in her laugh. Strangely enough, I felt a thrill go through me. Hilda just stood there, looking downward. I am sure that she was afraid. After all, she always led a sheltered life, and this bordel was something new to her.
Gerty said: "This bitch is my lovely young girl-friend's aunt. She's the most vicious, the most depraved woman that even you have ever seen. She wants everything done to her... Men one after another, two at a time... women on top of her... everything that you can imagine. Fix her up, eh?"
Hilda's cheeks were afire. She wanted to protest, but I grabbed her by the tits 'and drew her toward me. I kissed her fervently and she forgot everything else in my embrace.
The woman laughed tolerantly: "The niece seems to like her aunt! I suppose you and that lovely young thing want to see what is being done to the aunt and make love to each other. Right?"
"Right!" said Gertie.
"Fine! HI put the aunt in room number 14 and you take the closet next to it. Do you think the old bitch can take Japanese love?"
"Sure," said Gertie, "the old bag will take anything that's given to her. She's got a lot of time to make up."
I did not know what Japanese love was, but I was sure that it was something out of the ordinary. Therefore, it was with great eagerness that I followed Gerty and Hilda into the corridor. My aunt was trembling, but I did not feel in the least bit sorry for her. After all, they were not going to kill her, so why should I have any pity for her?
"We pushed Hilda into room number 14, and quickly got into the closet next door. We were watching Hilda through the mirror wondering what was going to happen to her.
We started playing with ourselves. My God, how good it felt, when we could see Hilda standing there, more dead than alive, not daring even to sit down on the bed.
We were a little disappointed when we saw that the first person to enter Hilda's room was none other than the fat woman we saw last time, taking her pleasure with an adolescent. However, we were wrong in feeling disappointed.
The fat woman pushed the unresisting Hilda onto the bed. She then undressed quickly and, in turn, undressed my aunt, leaving her only her shoes and stockings. We could 6ee Hilda's lips moving and we guessed that she was begging the fat woman not to do anything to her. I guess Gerty and I are kind of sadistic, because we felt no pity for Hilda. On the contrary, the situation excited us even more!
The fat woman threw herself on top of Hilda with more agility than we would have given her credit for, and began to stick her tongue into Hilda's cunt vigorously. We could see after a while, by the way Hilda was throwing her heavy legs around, that this did not displease her.
All of a sudden, the fat woman got up and clapped her enormous buttocks to Hilda's fare. She put her massive hands on Hilda's thighs and her great bulk kept my aunt from throwing her off. We could see that Hilda was threshing furiously, as if she were trying to get off the bed, and we could not understand why. After all, my aunt was well used to sucking women off!
We understood as soon as the fat woman got off Hilda. My aunt was gasping for breath and two trickles of piss were running down the corners of her mouth. And she must have swallowed a great deal of piss besides!
Laughing like crazy, Gerty and I threw ourselves into each other's arms. But we did not kiss, because we were so anxious to see what was going on next door. My aunt rushed to the locked door and started beating on it with her fists. She wanted to get out, the poor thing .! Meanwhile, the fat woman calmly got dressed again, went toward Hilda, slapped her several times hard on both cheeks and threw her back on the bed. Then she went out, locking the door carefully after her.
We profited by the time my aunt was left alone, to masturbate ourselves madly and then to suck each other's clitoris until wc both came. It was high time, because when we could look again, we could see that the two North Africans we knew so well were now in the room with my aunt.
They were not tender with Hilda either. Apparently, the proprietress of the establishment told them they could go as far as they liked with her. One of them threw himself on his back and forced Hilda to suck his big knotty cock until it stood straight up in the air. Then Hilda was forced to get on top of him and slide up and down that column of flesh. She was facing us. so that we could see the tortured expression on her face, which delighted our perverted senses.
But we could not see her face for long. The other North African stuck his equally big prick into Hilda's mouth and was kneading Hilda's big tits roughly... so roughly that she let bis prick drop out of her month and screamed so loudly that we could hear her throught the partition. The North African laughed, forced my aunt to put his prick bark into her mouth, and continued to twist her tits, stopping only to bite her swollen nipples now and then.
Finally my poor aunt came. She was moving violently on the prick underneath her, when the other North African, excited by his compatriot's cries of pleasure, let his sperm go into her mouth. Gerty and I were crying with pleasurable excitement and playing with each other.
My aunt was not given any respite. The North Africans forced her to lie on her back and the two of them took turns lapping her creamy cunt. I knew what torture it could be when one has just come and wants the turgid organ to get a little rest.
After a white, we saw that my aunt was now on her knees, on the floor beside the bed. Her heavy tits were resting on the bed, and her ass looked monstrous with the cheeks spread, showing the slit and the hair around it.
"They're going to take her in the asshole," cried Gerty delightedly.
We kissed tenderly. Then I said: "I hope they're not going to hurt poor Hilda too much! I don't want her to lose her taste for sex."
"Don't you worry about that," Gerty reassured me. "Once an old bitch like that gets a taste of cock, she'll never be able to get enough. I hope that they do hurt her! It excites me terribly to see an old bitch handled roughly. Doesn't it you?"
I had to admit that it did. I looked back into the room and saw that one of the North
Africans was keeping my aunt's shoulders pinned down, while the other one was ramming his thick penis vigorously into her asshole.
"My God!" I cried. "He's not even using vaseline ! How she must he suffering!"
"So much the better," cried Gerty. "I hope he rips her asshole wide open. She ran always get a few stitches put in!"
Gerty and I watched Hilda being martyrized for a long time. Our two North Africans were played out and another pair relieved them. But my aunt had no relief. Sperm was running out of her cunt and her asshole. Her eyes were wide open and she had long ago stopped screaming. She was obeying instantly every obscene desire and order of the North Africans. I realized that she was actually enjoying herself. What a bitch!
Reluctantly, Gerty and I decided that we had to leave this scene of our delights and go home to prepare dinner. We got dressed, and the proprietress unlocked the door of Hlda's room for us. I admit that I was very curious to hear my aunt's reactions to the tortures that she underwent. They rather surprised me !
On seeing us, Hilda exclaimed: "Have you come to get me already? Couldn't I stay a little while longer?"
"So you like being fucked by niggers, eh?" Gerty asked. "I thought that they were rough on women."
"They are, they are!" Hilda cried. "But there is something exciting about it, you know. May'be I'm perverted... but I really got to enjoy it..."
I was really proud of my aunt at this moment. I guess my whole, family is highly sexed...
My aunt was so bruised and torn apart by those brutes that Gerty and I had to help her dress and had to support her while she walked painfully to the taxi. When we got home, we let Hilda lie down in the large bed, while. Gerty and I prepared a hasty dinner.
"We'll take her to that house again, won't we, Gerty?" I asked.
"Of course, dear Lucy," answered Gerty. But she said it off handedly. Obviously she was thinking of something else.
After a while, she asked me: "Tell me, Lucy, you did enjoy seeing your mother fucked to death by the priest and seeing your aunt being treated with such brutality today, didn't you?"
I blushed and turned away my head, but
I was obliged to admit that I did enjoy such scenes.
Gerty insisted: "But. so far you were only a spectator. Wouldn't you like to participate in fucking some one until he just died of an overdose of sex?"
My mouth was dry with excitement. 1 stammered out: "Whom do you have in mind, Gertie?"
"Tell me first if you would do it!" ordered Gertie sharply.
"Weeelll... I think so... I'm almost sure that I could do it."
"You have to be absolutely sure, before I tell you anything."
"Yes, yes, yes," I cried passionately. "I'll fuck anyone, to death... except you, Gertie... and enjoy it! Tel! me what I must do and to whom! Is it my aunt?"
"Her!" cried Gerty contemptuously. "Let the bitch live and fuck as far as I'm concerned. I -would not bother about her. Tell me, wouldn't you like to inherit your father's money and Jive in, complete independence... with Hie as your lover? We'd keep your aunt as a sort of servant of love. She could be licking our assholes while we were doing more serious business... and things like that. Wouldn't you. like that, Lucy?"
"Would I!" I cried, "I'd love it! But how could we accomplish it, darling Gerty?"
"Would you really do it... to your own father?"
"Well, at least he'll die happy!" I cried. Then, realizing the horrible thing I just said, I blushed and hung my head in shame.
Gerty laughed and kissed me over and over again. "You're a darling and I'll always love you," she said. "It'll be very easy to exhaust your old man until he dies of a heart attack while fucking. We could feed cantharides to him, just like we did with your husband..."
"No," I said firmly. "I hated my husband and I did not care how it was done as long as I was rid of him. But I want to give my father at least a sporting chance. Let the three of us excite him sexually as much as we can. Let us screw him and suck him around the clock. But I want it done naturally. Don't yon think that we three women are sufficiently provocative not to need artificial stimulation?"
Gerty folded me in her arms. "My darling Lucy, it shall be done exactly as you wish. Shall we start tonight?"
"Of course, Gerty sweetest. Why wait?"
At this moment, my father came in. He
Was in high good humor and we tried to keep him that way. We joked and teased all through dinner, after telling him that his sister was momentarily not feeling very well and went to rest so that she could make love with him better. That pleased my father's vanity.
At one point, I pretended to drop my fork. Getting under the table, I crawled over to him, quickly unzipped bis fly and gave his cocks a few quick licks.
"What did you do that for?" he asked, blushing. It's funny how people who would do anything in bed get embarrassed when the same things are done under other circumstances.
"I don't know, father darling. I guess I just couldn't wait for a taste of your prick."
He laughed and was even more pleased. We all went upstairs immediately after dinner, without bothering about the dishes.
My aunt was by now sufficiently recovered to do her full share of loving with my father. Of course we did not tell her what our plan was. We did not have to. She was so excited by her recent experiences that she was like an animal in heat. Gerty and I were equally excited by what we had seen in the house of assignation and by our resolution. Conse quently, we so exhausted my father with our insatiable demands that he could not go to his office next day. Poor man! He never did go again.
After we all rested for a few hours, we started in again that afternoon.
"My darling satyr," Gerty panted, "tell us what we three can do to you that would please you. We'll do anything you like!"
"You're wonderful just as you are. But, you know, if you all wore long black stockings, it would excite me even more..."
That was just the sort of thing we wanted to know. In a few minutes, his desire was fulfilled. As a matter of fact, it excited all of us even more. My aunt, particularly, looked obscenely sexy with her heavy legs and thighs molded and emphasized by the black silk material.
"Father darling," I would say, "would you like to stick your big cock in my mouth and piss down my throat?"
"Darling," Gerty would say, "would you like me to lick your hairy balls and suck your big cock until I squeeze out the last drop of cream out of it?"
"Brother dear," Hilda would cry, "wouldn't you like to stick your potent prick into my hot juicy twatt and fuck me until I scream with pleasure?"
"Father dear, fuck me again and again! Fuck me harder! Fuck me, you dirty bastard. Remember that you're fucking your own dirty bitch of a daughter. Let me have it! Come on, don't hold back. Kill me with your big prick. Too bad that bitch of my mother is dead 1 Otherwise, I'd lap her creamy cunt right in front of you. Fuck me, you lousy son of a bitch!"
How much of that sort of treatment do you think even a healthy vigorous man in the prime of life can stand? And my father was middle-aged and not in the best of health. What did we need the cantharides for? Under the stimulus of this constant erotic excitation, within three days he was hardly more than skin and bones. The flesh was melting away from his body practically before our eyes. His nose seemed peaked and larger than before; his eyes were enormous and his cheeks hollow.
He'd roll on the bed, with one of us three furies literally sucking his life out of his penis.
"Oh, how good that is!" he'd cry. "Suck, my darling daughter, suck your father's big prick. Hilda, spread your fat thighs apart further, so that I can see your gleaming cunt. Gerty, my darling Gerty, bite iny nipples... piss down my throat... do anything you want to me..."
He did not have to ask Gerty a second time!
Hilda was the worst of the three of us! 1 am certan that she did not realize that Gerty and I were deliberated milking father to death. She was simply so excited by this atmosphere of delirious eroticism that she was letting herself go to the full extent of her passionate and long-repressed nature. Hell has no fires as hot as a woman of that age when she really lets herself go !
On the third day, while I was on top of him, fucking him furiously, while Hilda was rubbing her big twatt into his face, and while Gerty was sticking her finger deep into his asshole my father gave a stifled cry and gave up the ghost. I think that I was the only one to realize this at once. Terribly excited, I kept sliding up and down his massive cock until I came with such a violent orgasm that I fainted before the last spasm came to a halt.
Well, there is not much left to tell... Or rather, there is a great deal, but Gerty and I have not discovered any new perversions as yet. The old ones are keeping us busy. And we seem to love each other more passionately with every passing day.
As for Hilda she has become quite a habituee of the house of assignation. Sometimes, Gerty and I go there to watch her, and that's how we finally found out what Japanese love, so-called, really is...
We saw Hilda stretched out on her hack. She looked obscene with nothing on but her stockings. The �at woman sucked her nipples until they became stiff and suffused with blood. Then, before Hilda knew what was happening, a long cord was lied around each of her nipples. A North African quickly pushed her knees up as far as they would go, exposing her panting twatt. The other ends of the cords, were tied around Hilda's ankles. She was trussed up like a slaughtered fowl.
Then the North African fucked her furiously. Hilda's spasme caused the cord to pull terribly on her nipples, obviously causing her great pain, judging by the way she was screaming. The North African fucked her for a long long time, obviously trying to prolong this delicious torture as long as possible.
When Gerty and I got home and were making lender love together. Gerty asked me dreamily: "What do you think, Lucy darling? It might he fun to do something out of the ordinary to your aunt... like we did to your father, eh?"
I kissed her amorously and whispered into her shell-like ear: "You know that I always do whatever you want me to do, darling..."
