In the meantime we tried to think up a proper way to receive her in the house and up till the day of her arrival we still hadn't the faintest idea about it. It had to be a very sexy welcome, that much was certain, but should we give a party with a lot of people, or would an orgy like that be a little too much for her?
Should Delia and I receive her alone during the day and let John join us later? Should we invite one of our most virile male friends and have her fucked senseless, or should I receive her alone and let John and Delia join us later?
The morning of her arrival, an idea suddenly came to me when I woke up after a night of rather hectic lovemaking with Delia. I told John and Delia about my idea and we agreed to give Jean a welcome which was to be a mixture of all the earlier mentioned ones.
It was going to be quite a program. The first day she would be alone with me in the house. We would do all the things we had done with so much eagerness on that particular pleasant weekend I wrote about. On the second day John would come to join us and give her some taste of his cock, while on the third day Delia was to make the family complete. The fourth day, Herman, one of our friends, would come down to the house. The fifth day would be spent in much the same respect. There would be five of us, changing partners all the time and the sixth and seventh day, Saturday and Sunday as a matter of fact, we would throw a tremendous orgy-the orgy when this novel was started…
It was agreed, and Delia and John hurried themselves to be out of the place before Jean arrived. They were going to stay at the flat they had in town and would come down according to schedule. I would tell them when to come on their appointed day and things were ready to get started.
It must have been about eleven o'clock when a cab came up the long driveway to the house and halted in front of the door. Jean stepped out and paid the driver. I had watched her get out of the taxi from my room and hurrying down I opened the door wide to welcome her and take her in my arms.
The poor taxi driver… he must have thought he had gone mad, having hallucinations or something, because he could not fail to notice I was entirely nude under a very thin see-through dress. On top of that it was so short it barely covered my crotch and having a very low neckline, my tits almost broke free from it. He started his engine reluctantly and drove off, almost wrecking his car against a tree in the driveway, because he couldn't keep his eyes on the road, but sat behind the wheel with his head completely turned in our direction.
After he had barely missed the tree he swore at us, calling us “dyke bitches” and the like, but at least he looked where he was supposed to look and our laughter must have made him even more mad, because driving out on the road he was still swearing at us.
I pulled Jean into the house and closing the door behind her, I once more kissed her and hugged her, after which I held her away from me to have a better look at her. She looked as beautiful and luscious as the last time I had seen her and I knew this was going to be one long fine day, a day when everything is good and pleasant.
“It's good to see you again, Mitzy. I'm so glad I could come. Mother and Father give you their love and hope we will soon visit them together. They were sorry to let me go, and so was Mary, who also gives you her love. But they all knew they could never stop me. Oh, I'm so excited. Where are your friends or employers, whatever they may be? When-” I just had to interrupt her excited questions…
“Would you mind asking one thing at a time,” I said laughing. “I can't answer all your questions at the same time. Thanks for giving me Mother's, Father's and Mary's regards. Maybe we will ask them all over for a weekend. You look very well yourself. My friends — because that is what they are more than anything else-are not here, but as for your last question which you didn't quite finish, you will meet them in due time. We have made up a sort of welcome program and you will love it. Some parts of it will have to be improvised, but you won't be bored. Did you have a good trip? Was everything all right with you on the train? Did anything happen?”
“You do realize you're doing the same thing now, don't you, asking questions all at the same time! But I did have a marvelous trip, and lots of things happened. Do you want me to tell you about it?”
“Yes, of course, I want you to tell me about it. Was it exciting? Not that I really need to be excited. Just looking at you has made me excited already. I could make love to you and eat you right here, but I'd love to hear you tell me if anything exciting happened to you. Let's sit down first and make ourselves comfortable, shall we? Later I will show you around the house. You go in the room and I'll make us some coffee and get something nice to eat…”
Once we were seated Jean was only too eager to relate her little adventure in the train and since it was amusing and exciting as well I did include it in this novel. This part of it is just as much hers as it is mine, so there should be something personal of hers as well. “Well then,” she began her story, “as I was seated in the train, I was rereading your letter-the last one, in which you told me I could come over and also gave me all sorts of exciting details about the things we would do. Needless to say I became quite a bit excited again and I really wanted to toss myself off or have myself tossed off if that would have been possible. Unfortunately it was one of these old- fashioned trains with separated compartments which one still occasionally sees. There was no connecting door to the rest of the train and no possibility to go to the toilet if there was any, so I had no chance whatsoever to close myself in one of those little cubicles and wank myself the way you did once. Although it wasn't crowded in the train at all, I wasn't alone in the compartment. Would I have been it would have been comparatively easy to do as I pleased and masturbate myself. Opposite me there was an old gentleman who had been looking at me intently while I was reading your letter, but who was now hidden behind his newspaper. Would I dare to run the risk of being found out and frig myself right under his nose? Or maybe I would love to be found out and entice him to do something to me. Without making it too obvious what I was doing, I had put my overcoat over my lap. I stuck my hand under the waistband of my skirt and went straight for my pussy. Luckily I wasn't wearing panties so there were no more obstacles to overcome.
“After I had played with my curly cunt hairs for some time and felt myself getting soppy wet, my fingers continued their search for my seat of pleasure. Rubbing the top of my slit wasn't enough, but parting my legs a little, I could just reach my clitty with the tip of my finger. The little soldier in the boat was swollen and hard under my caressing finger, sending waves of exalted pleasure through my body. It was hard to keep my eyes trained on the old gent. My eyelids were fluttering so I could hardly keep them focused. But I still wanted to keep watching him, although I still didn't know whether I should stop as soon as he came from behind his newspaper or to give him an even better view of what I was doing when he did.
“And all of a sudden I saw it all. There was a hole in his newspaper and through it he could and must have watched all my movements. Now I also saw what I had missed before. With his hand in his pocket he was doing the same as I was doing. He was fondling himself while he looked at me. There was no question about being found out. I was already. My mind was made up in a split second… and so was his…
“At the same time I pulled my hand from between the waistband of my skirt, hitched it up in my waist, opened my legs and went for my dripping cunt in all comfort, he put his newspaper down on the seat beside him, opened his fly and extracted from it the most remarkable cock you have ever seen. It was the longest and thinnest male organ you have ever come across, but that didn't make it so exceptional. No, the fact it was still slack together with its much used appearance made it so strange to me. The stem was gnarled as if it was covered with warts and my mouth fell open in surprise.
“'That is a prick like you have never seen, isn't it, my dear Miss,' he said. 'It would have surprised me if you had. But please go on with what you were doing. I love to watch a girl wanking herself, and for various reasons. Unfortunately I'm not the same man I used to be when I was much younger. If I only was, you would have had my dong in your darling slit long ago, but you seem to know perfectly well how to make good use of your fingers. It's an enticing sight to see you frig yourself so aptly, and it will make this prick of mine come to erection. I can still get it hard although it takes a long time before it will, but it also has its advantage. Once hard it stays like that a long time. Frig your quim, Miss. Show me how you like it best, and when you are patient, you will be poked with the longest prick you have ever had up your slit. Just let me look at you and fondle myself…'
“I decided to continue to masturbate myself, ready to get into some new adventures as I was. Besides I wanted to find out if he really could get it erected. If he did I wondered what the size of his dick was going to be. Slack as it was, it was already immense in size and if erection added a couple of inches to it as it usually does it was going to be tremendous.
“Closing my cunt over my burning twat, I began to toss myself off in all earnest, making no bones about it, working on my sopping slit with all of the fingers of my right hand, while keeping it open with my left.
“Still sitting opposite of me, he looked at me wanking myself, his hand closed around the soft stem of his prick. It still looked like a piece of soft rubber hose, but the head seemed to swell a little and slowly the color
