called Mary, who sounded absolutely delighted to hear from me. She had already heard from other people that I was staying with my parents and she had hoped I would call her and look her up. I didn't want to wake up Father and Mother so we didn't really talk long, but made a date for the next day. I wished her the same happy dreams about the things to come the next day as I was going to have.
She told me she was not only going to dream about it, but having heard my voice she was certain she couldn't stop from frigging herself before going back to sleep again, thinking about all the things we had done and were going to do tomorrow. I told her I couldn't say this for myself, but didn't give her any further explanation. I had decided not to tell her about Jean and the things we had done these last two days. Instead I wanted to surprise her, bringing Jean tomorrow. I hung up and went back to my room. I had been completely frank when I more or less told Mary I simply couldn't have another orgasm after all the ones I had had that day. As you know, I'm used to something when it comes to making love, but my dear relatives and especially my little sister had worn me out completely.
Jean seemed to be insatiable but I hoped she was satisfied now and ready for some sleep. I was, and I could hardly imagine her to have more stamina than I have. I could not have been more wrong. Coming back to the room she was still wide awake, and from the look in her eyes I could by now tell she was up to something again, this something very obviously being making love.
“Oh, Mitzy,” she said, “thinking about you and Mary, the things you did… the things we are going to do tomorrow… it has made me so randy. I'm ready for anything again. Look, I could not wait for you. I'm already frigging myself. Come to bed, my darling. Join me! Let me do something to you, wank you, suck you, lick you.”
In my amazement I could hardly say anything at all. How the hell could she stand it? An almost complete novice one day, a trained, insatiable courtesan the other. In a way it was too good to be true and on the other hand, I was afraid I had to disappoint her. I didn't think I could manage and make love to her again. Jean still looked at me with hunger in her eyes but she also looked a bit surprised that I had not immediately jumped into bed on her suggestion.
“Don't you want to, Mitzy? Don't you like me any longer, darling? Please let me make love to you. Look, let me have the dildo. Let me wank myself with it. At the same time I will suck your cunt for you. Why don't you lie down and let me go at you?”
I just shrugged and let myself fall on the bed. If the kid wanted to make love to me again, the least I could do was play along with her, although I didn't think she could rouse me again. Jean positioned herself between my legs and began to play with my slit. For once I wasn't my usual slippery wet but instead I felt dry to her touch. She didn't, however, make any remarks about this but deftly began her game with cunt lips and clit. The dildo I had brought over to the bed was brought between her own legs and the huge head disappeared between her slippery wet cunt lips without any trouble. So she wasn't really putting me on! She really needed it, otherwise she wouldn't have been wet like this. And thinking about her wet little hot-box did the trick for me as well. Or could it have been the delightful way she played with my slit. I don't know any longer and at that moment I couldn't care less. I was once more excited and had my sister as a partner with me. And she is such a lovely partner. So why should I worry about what exactly made me excited again? Jean had now replaced her fingers with her tongue and the pointed stiffness of it disappeared in my moist cunt. She delightfully licked and nibbled my stiff clit, sucking it in her mouth, making my juices flow more and more, while she wanked herself with our rubber friend. She loved the stiff rubber poker up her cunt so much she bit my cunt. I yelled in pain and surprise at this unexpected action and she immediately made up to me by sucking me even better than she had done before. And we creamed! Oh yes, we creamed till we thought there would be no end to our orgasms. Satisfied at last, till the next day… Our day with Mary, which was going to be something really special, I hoped.
The next morning, Father had already left when we came down. Mother looked a bit tired but all the same happy and radiant. She smiled at us and had some coffee and breakfast ready for us which we enjoyed tremendously. There is one thing about making love-it sure does make you feel hungry, besides all the other pleasant things about it. We felt a bit guilty when we left the house shortly after breakfast, but dear Mother could fully understand we wanted to go over to Mary's and she didn't make any objections, although I could see in her eyes that she would have loved to either join us or start making love again.
It wasn't a long walk to Mary's and when we arrived we felt even more refreshed and fit, ready for the things to come. Mary was already standing at the door waiting for us. She must have been really waiting for us and watched the long path to the house every minute.
She looked very pleased that I had brought Jean with me and she kissed her with the same ardor she had kissed me. I didn't have to tell her I had broken Jean in to tribadism. She could really see this for herself, for little Jean almost undressed her with her eyes. Entering the house I walked right after Mary and I could not refrain myself from lightly patting her on the bottom. She turned around and smiled at me.
“What are you doing? Trying to find out whether I'm wearing any panties? Well, rest assured I didn't bother to put any on this morning. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep them on for long anyway, so why should I pretend to be less eager than I really am. I don't think I'm shocking your sister either, am I? No, you don't look shocked to me, Jean. I'm glad you could come, or wanted to come. I've been trying to get near to you for a long time now, but you didn't seem to notice.”
“After Saturday night with Mitzy, I all of a sudden knew what you were up to, Mary. I'll never forgive myself for being so slow in the up-take. But at least I'm here. We are going to have a marvelous time together, I'm sure of it.”
I had kept silent during this discussion and had studied Mary closely. I had the hunch she had changed a little during my absence. She was still beautiful, but something cruel had been added to her former innocent beauty. She was very excitingly dressed but with a certain mark, I should almost say…
Her leather dress and high-heeled boots had something absolutely dominating about them, and I must be very wrong if I didn't assume rightly that she had gone for the more sadistic kind of lovemaking. I wondered how my sister, Jean, would take this sort of domineering love. As for myself, as you know, I have tried both sides of it, either being domineered or playing the domineering part and I have found I like both sides, but to my sister it would be an entirely new experience and I hoped she could take it and enjoy it. Anyway, there would be plenty of time to find this out and I decided to let things develop on their own.
We went into the living room and immediately I knew I had been right in assuming Mary's preferences in sex. The whole place was dedicated to cruelty in lovemaking and looking at Jean, I saw surprise come into her eyes. I gave her a reassuring smile and seated myself close to Mary on a couch. In this sort of thing I might as well take the first round and give Jean an idea that it wasn't as bad as it looks.
“Tell me, Mary,” I said, “how did you happen to get this place? It must be very expensive to rent, because from the furniture it is easy to see it must have cost a small fortune and is still worth its value.”
“Well, you know, it has all been rather coincidental. After I left school, I became a teacher myself and my headmaster was Mr. Graves. We got along very well and soon after I had started work, he invited me to come over to his place for afternoon tea. I was introduced to his wife and she and I got along well also. We so liked one another that we were soon on a first name relationship and Henry and Georgina Graves became my best friends in this village, although the people talked a lot about it. You know Mr. Graves — Henry to me-had not such a good name. You know all the things they said about him, although nobody could really prove anything. But you know what people are like. Anyway, the three of us got along fine and we had nice afternoons and nights although nothing special really happened. This was going to be much later, after some months really. I was rather lonely after you had left and I hungered for the things we used to do together. I masturbated myself till I could not lift my arm any longer. And the longer you were away the stronger this need for you became. The first few weeks I had enough to wank myself at night in bed, but later on I couldn't even stop myself from going to the toilet during working hours and frigging myself there, sitting on the bowl, my panties hanging down my legs. Then I stopped wearing panties, so I could also play with myself without too much trouble in the classroom. When the kids were doing the work I had given them to do, I used to sit behind my desk, my hand under my dress, and looking at them-the girls as well as the boys — I masturbated till I came, feeling the juice drip down my legs.
“One day I had a rather strange experience. One of the girls had been misbehaving herself and I decided to spank her in front of the rest of the class. It was the first time I had ever done anything like that, but I wanted to make an example, because they had been behaving like little beasts lately, which may have been my fault, because, due to my longing for you, I had become a bit slack with them. So that day I had this little girl lying over my lap in front of the class and I began to spank her. I had her dress pulled up to her waist and her panties were down. My
