Saphism practiced doubly and simultaneously is something that is not appreciated by all lesbians. Only a man can fuck and give pleasure at the same time he is receiving it without losing his head. A woman, at the approach of her orgasm, is entirely incapable of rationally directing the spasm that she wants to give in exchange.- Thus, with two women who have placed themselves' head-to-cunt to each other, only one will come, and, since the hearts of damned women are made of the same stuff as the souls of saints, the lesbian that makes the other come and doesn't herself is the happiest of the two.
Another night, in the same position, Teresa's tongue had put Ricette out of action inside of a minute. This time, however, there was no hurry, and Teresa did nothing but give her a few kisses, leaving the girl in full possession of her faculties.
I waited…
Mauricette parted her mother's hair and lips with her two hands, raised her head to the cunt, and began working feverishly with her tongue to hasten the moment when she could say:
“Now. Stick it in.”
The great drops of rain that announced the beginning of the storm began to patter onto Ricette's cheeks, and when I advanced my member Lili couldn't hold back an, “Oh! Mama fucking!”.
I entered easily, fearing only one thing: that Teresa's motion would be too much for me. However, Teresa never forgot for a moment that she wasn't there for her own pleasure and that another of her duties was to explain to her daughter the art of the position.
Thus, she took the first step towards explaining the pedagogy of the divertimento.
“Watch, Ricette! Watch now how I give it to you. Have you got my snatch? You have it? You see that his balls aren't in your way and that you can easily get at me with your tongue… Later when you do it imitate me; and when you get in front of my tongue you don't move, you hear? If I weren't holding myself in now, I'd be waving my ass all over the place and I'd lose your tongue. I feel like coming so much that I think my ass is going to fall apart, and that bitch of a prick that's tearing up my cunt… that's fucking me… But wait… You'll see if I can't come without moving.”
And she was, in fact, lying practically motionless, though shuddering. Mauricette was being flooded, and I too, but I couldn't pull it out without losing what was necessary to the second part of the act.
It was rather strange, that second part, for it seemed to interest the women much more than it did me, and they all got worked up into a state of excitement that I couldn't attain, although I was probably the best placed of any of them.
Charlotte and Lili were crowding around trying to see and becoming even greater nuisances than before.
Mauricette, red and excited, wiped her face, which Teresa had been deluging consistently with something other than tears. She was doubly excited, first by the act which she was attempting to bring to a successful close, and secondly by the spectacle which she was giving.
“I've got stage fright and I feel like coming,” she wailed. “I'm afraid I'm going to botch it up.”
“Not at all,” said Teresa. “The more you feel like coming the better you will do. To look at you, I don't think I should suck you, but do you want me to finger you a little?”
“Yes, mama.”
“And if you don't believe what I have just told you, my little savage, I'll show you I meant it. I'll heat up your come with a little mustard on your asshole.”
“Oh!” cried Ricette, raising her eyes towards the ceiling, “I'll go crazy! Then… don't finger me. Just touch me. Above all, don't make me come before him! Then you can finger me when I give you the sign.”
While her mother left the room to get the mustard, she threw herself tenderly into the arms of her oldest sister with an, “Oh! Charlotte! Charlotte!” that seemed to ask all her indulgence and encouragement. All that and more Charlotte would have given for nothing, but Ricette wanted to earn it, and after a tongue-to-tongue kiss she said, “My Charlotte! Give me a little of your come too!”
And throwing her sister onto the divan, she thrust her head between her legs.
“That's something!” cried Lili. “When you wind up with all those different comes in your mouth you'll find yourself with a kid.”
This time I was the only one to laugh. Teresa, who had just come back, and the two girls were much too excited to change expression.
Ricette jumped up and prepared to take the mustard. She stood up, leaning slightly forward with her buttocks out, opened the cheeks of her ass herself, and let her mother do to her what the trainers do to the bulls before a bullfight. I don't know what kind of hot mustard Teresa used, but when it was in place Ricette jumped violently and, touching the spot with her finger, cried, “What did you do that for? Now I want him to cornhole me!”
“Not in the mustard,” laughed Teresa.
“Then you, or Charlotte…! A dildoe at least. Ah! Damn! I'm afraid I'm going to come!”
“Then suck him right away. What are you waiting for?”
Mauricette leaped over to me and, just as she was on the point of beginning, said in her most ardent voice, “You'll cornhole me tonight even so, won't you? Before you deflower me? I'll take the mustard out and you won't feel anything… Ah! But she stuck fire into my ass, I know it! God, I feel like having a prick back there! What are you doing back there now? Oh, it's you…”
Her mother had run a dildoe into her ass and was working it with her hand. Ricette started up. I couldn't tell whether the dildoe was relieving her excitement or irritating it even more, but she cried, “I don't need that to love your come! I didn't have anything in my ass yesterday when you came in my mouth, did I? Tell that to mama! And give me some more to drink! Quick! I'm thirsty! I want it!”
She took me so voraciously that I could feel her teeth more than her lips. I did not want to say anything in front of Lili because she would have made fun of Ricette's inexperience, but I hurried my orgasm and warned her just before it came.
Mauricette was a brilliant success with her new little trick in its first performance before her family, the new trick that was for her as Lili said, “More wonderful than losing her virginity!” Unfortunately, she gave a second proof of her inexperience by wanting to prolong the climax further than my nerves could support it. But, by that time, the poor thing no longer knew what she was doing. Teresa, who 'still had her finger in Ricette's cunt, had worked the girl up to a peak, held her in, then released the spasm in her flesh immediately after mine. And the little beginner, blinded in all her senses, almost swooning, was hardly aware of the success she had with her mother and sisters.
Lili, so nude, so thin, so smooth, crossed her arms and stood in front of Teresa, whose body was so heavily furred, who wore her dark breasts like oriental jewels. For me, this contrast of nudities was without precedent in art or literature.
With a comically resigned air, she sighed, “We're a couple of nuts, huh, mama? She's just sucked off our lover under our noses and didn't even leave us a drop.”
“Wait! I'll get some the second time around!”
“You will? Congratulations. And I can sit by and rub my cunt to see if I can make the hairs grow, huh?”
Lili's metaphors were often very personal, but they were worth even more like that because of the ease with which she delivered them.
Teresa possessed her daughters body and soul, as a romantic once said, and guessing their thoughts as well as their desires, she sensed that Lili was beginning to get under Ricette's skin and that at her age she couldn't understand the state that her sister was in.
Here again, the highest philosophical authorities resolve the question without debate and almost in the same terms, for theorists divulge between themselves not only their ideas, but their modes of expression as well. “A young courtesan in a state of impuberty who indulges in anal coition can be excused from misunderstanding the double physical and moral disorder that a nubile adolescent experiences the night that she first opens her thighs to offer her virginity.” Thus runs the ancient formula of Erasmus, copied so many times and to be found in all manuals and textbooks.
Teresa had only two means to shut Lili up and close the incident. She gave the child her choice.
“Do you want to go to your bed, insect! Do you know what time it is?”
Here, Lili made a small gesture… A gesture that I do not advise my young readers to use on their parents.
