pressed herself against him. Obviously she thought that was as far as he would go without any encouragement from her side, so she decided to tell him what she really wanted.
“Why don't you stick your fat prick in there, Father?” she said. “I would just love to be fucked by you. I love your big dong, although it is terrifying me by its size. But I'm well oiled now and you will get it in. I won't mind the pain. Just promise not to hurt me too much when you stick it in. But please do it, Father. Fuck your daughter! Fuck me good! Make me a woman! Make me come with your prick! Fill me with your spunk! You must still have something left, although Mother sucked you clean. Push it up to the hilt, after you have gone through the first obstacle. Mitzy has told me how nice it is to fuck. She has told me about all the pricks she has had up her cunt and yours is just as big as the others. Come, Father dear, fuck me, fuck me! I'm ready for you! Ready to receive your prick deep within me, throbbing and hard, reaming my cunt, spunking in me… oooooh… Father…”
Again Father groaned in lust and roughly he pulled her legs further apart, pushing her on her back.
“Open that hot little cunt of yours with your fingers. Spread the lips apart. I'm going to fuck you, Jean, if that is what you want. I'm going to fuck you good and properly. That's what you want, isn't it? To be fucked; to become my fucked daughter? Hold those lips apart, for I'm going to give it to you-take your virginity, although you must have been frigging yourself for years now. And you loved doing that, didn't you? You love to come by your own fingers, by Mitzy's fingers, or her tongue. You will love my prick just as well! I'm going to fuck you now!”
Even before he had stopped talking Jean had done as he had told her. Keeping her cunt open with her fingers she facilitated his penetration. Although she was streaming wet, Father still had some trouble ramming his dong home. And he wasn't too gentle with it either. For a moment Jean was groaning in pain, actually trying to push him away from her, for Father was keeping her pinned to the floor and didn't pay any attention to her painful protests. Instead he pushed further and further, till he had his cock up her cunt to the hilt. Jean had forgotten all about the pain she had felt at first, finding herself now in a state of extreme pleasure when Father really started to fuck her. The little hot-head urged her father on to fuck her harder and harder, telling him and Mother and me, who still watched their proceedings, she had never experienced anything like this before. How good it was to be fucked! To have a cock up her cunt! She liked it just as much as the things two women could do to one another.
So Jean was not lost to the world of heterosexual relationships. I'm sure she would still love to make love to another woman, but from now on my sister was also on the search for stiff cocks, taking them on whenever they came her way.
Without stopping to watch them, Mother and I began to share their fun. Placing me on all fours and belting the fake dick around her lower belly she slowly worked it up my cunt. Grunting, she began to pump me with it, the part of playing the male giving her just as much pleasure as she was giving me.
“Oh, Mitzy, this is so marvelous, fucking you like this. I could do this forever. And your father… finally he has realized what we have been missing, thanks to you. Did you see me sucking his cock? And the sperm he pumped in my mouth… the taste of it… it's so lovely to do all this. Life is going to be much better after this. All the things we can do, Jean and I-your father and I, the three of us! Please promise me to come more often. It has been so good. Maybe we can bring some other people to the house as well, people who like to do all these lovely things, who love their fun in the company of others. A continuous change of partners taking the dreariness out of life. Oh, it's so lovely to fuck you. I'm getting so much out of it. I'm almost there again, creaming! Come, darling, come with me, join me, let us make this a mutual orgasm! You spunk over this lovely rubber prick! It's so nice and hard. I know what it feels like to have it in your cunt. I will wet your thighs when I come, darling, I have so much of it, so much lovely creamy come juice. I feel so randy. Oh, I could masturbate myself for hours with this lovely stiff prick of yours. Could you buy me one? I'm sure your father would love to find me using it when he comes home at night. I could show its use to some of my girl friends. They will love me for it if I use it on them. Ooooooh… my thoughts… my lewd thoughts… they are making me come… and so are you, darling… I can feel you coming… with me… together… oooooh… it's sooooo niiiiice… aaaaaaagh…”
We both creamed in unison and Jean joined us shortly after. Father still fucked Jean, her contracting cunt doing wonders around his throbbing dick.
Mother's and my spendings mingled delightfully, and lazily we watched Father who kept on fucking the wildly bucking Jean till he also shot his load. Grunting, he kept on pumping her till he had the last drops pumped in her slit. Taking his prick from her cunt, slimy and sticky with their mingled juices, he came over to Mother and me. One after the other he offered it to Mother and me to clean it from its spendings. A dirty thing, you might say, but nevertheless a thing we gladly did, even performing this act with a hungry pleasure…
And on it went like this. I think just about everybody made love to somebody else and on many occasions we had our fun all together in a crazy mingled position where we sucked and licked and fucked and frigged and did all the things one can think of.
Late that night, before Jean and I went to sleep I had asked her about my former friend, Mary. Since I lived in the city I had more or less lost contact with her and I wanted to find out whether she still lived around here. I hoped she did and for two good reasons. First of all I wanted to meet her again; secondly, I wanted to introduce her to Jean. When I say introduce Jean to Mary I really mean to say I wanted to give my sister a more than willing partner in her own age group. After this weekend Mother and Father would be all right together, and I don't think Jean was going to be cut off from sexual entertainment at home, but I think Jean would also like to have another person more her age, as a close and intimate friend. Jean seemed a bit surprised when I asked her about Mary, but she hastened to explain her surprise to me.
“You know, Mitzy,” she said, “it's rather a coincidence you should ask about her, because ever since Saturday night, I've been wondering about her. Your former friend happens to be the teacher here and although I'm not attending her classes or ever have-as you know I'm going to the high school in the nearby village-I still come to the old school rather often. The main reason I go there has always been because I wanted to make my lessons and they have all the books there I may need besides my own. Mary is almost always there, doing one thing or the other connected with her teacher's job, and lately we have been talking to one another rather often. We actually are on a very friendly basis and she seems to like me a lot, but up till now I didn't fully understand her affection for me. She seems to have taken a special interest in me, which I think I understand now. There is something more behind her friendliness than the fact you used to be such a good friend of hers. We have talked a lot about you, or actually it was Mary who did all the talking. I just listened. She has told me what good friends you two used to be, how many lovely secrets you shared with each other, how much she missed you for the things you used to do together. I really like her a lot and I didn't mind her going on like that, but I must have missed the message she tried to give me. You know how naive I still was… at least till last night.”
I kissed and hugged her when she said this and for a moment we were kissing and caressing each other without really going all the way. After a while, Jean continued to tell me about Mary…
“But at this moment, knowing what I know now, I think I understand what she really wanted to tell me. I think she wants to make love to me and I can't say I would mind. She is such a pleasant person and really very beautiful. I'm sure the two of you must have had a marvelous time together. Couldn't you stay another day and look her up? I would like to go with you, if you don't mind. If I see her on my own, I may still act silly and shy, but with you around it will be a lot easier. We could have another marvelous day tomorrow. And we would have the whole day, because I know there are no lessons, so she will be off all day. I do know where she lives and we could go there. When the old headmaster of the school died, Mr. Graves-you must remember him-she rented the place from Mrs. Graves. She doesn't live with her parents any longer. You know where Mr. Graves used to live, it's a gorgeous place, completely surrounded by tall old trees and far from the road. I wonder… Mr. Graves used to be a bit of an old lecher, the way he always looked at you, and maybe that is why she has rented the place. I know she visited them rather regularly when the old man still lived, and she has rented the house furnished after Mrs. Graves went away to live with her sister. Now on her salary as a school teacher, she really couldn't pay for this, so there may be some connection. Well, if you will join me tomorrow we may find out. Just say you are going to stay another day.” “I already more or less planned this, and after what you have told me nothing could make me go back before I have seen Mary. It will be lovely to see her again and make love to her, because that is exactly what we have done since we discovered how nice it is to do certain things to one another. You have been assuming this. Believe me, she is marvelous at it. Have no fear she won't do it with you. I know Mary and I know she is just dying to make love to you. I think I'll go down and make some phone calls. You don't happen to have her number, do you?”
She didn't, but I found it in the directory after I had called Jim and told him about my decision to stay another day. He gladly gave me his consent when I gave him my reasons for this and wished me lots of fun. That I was certain I was going to have. With Mary and Jean together you couldn't go wrong really. After I had hung up on Jim, I
