“Oh, yes… now I remember. But how come you know about this? Where were you hidden?”
“I was in the other room, admiring your trousseau. The door was slightly ajar and through the mirror I could see what Aunt Briquart did to you as an explanation of how to enjoy the marital delights without any help from a man.”
Florentine blushed deeply. Julia looked at her in a strange way, half smiling, half blushing. Then she threw her arms around her sister's neck and said softly, “Why don't we go to your boudoir, and I will show you how that indiscreet mirror was placed.”
Florentine got up from her needlepoint work and the two sisters went into the room where the Colonel's wife had shown the young Madame Vaudrez the difference between fingering and fucking, And, undoubtedly because they figured that it would be senseless for the mirror to reflect what was about to happen in that boudoir, they carefully bolted the door.
“Fate must be smiling upon you,” Julia said to her sister. “The memories of so many happy hours are soaked up by the walls of your home. You can spend a lifetime dreaming about them. My ecstasies have been experienced in practically every hotel on the Continent.”
“Aren't they buried in your heart? Isn't that enough? Maybe you are right, I don't know. But it seems very unlikely to me that our romantic lives are already at an end. Yours has been romantic from the start and I must admit that quite often I was very jealous of you.”
“Yes, the hours of drunken passion in the arms of Gaston Saski were truly indescribable. But so was the rude awakening!”
“You must forget everything you did not like, and remember only the happiness,” Madame Vaudrez told her sister, trying to get Julia out of her dark mood. “Come here, close to me, little foolish sister of mine, and I will pamper you like a baby.”
And adding her deeds to the words, Florentine pulled Julia closer to her, covering her ears, eyes and lips with tender, passionate kisses. The tender scene was reflected by the mirror opposite the couch.
“Look, Julia, and see how harmoniously your dark hair blends with my blonde,” Florentine sighed.
“You are right,” her sister said, removing combs and curlers deftly from her sister's coiffure. Florentine was equally as adept at unfurling Julia's dark tresses. The dark and the blonde hairs fell down the women's shoulders, and combined into a lovely frame for the two beautiful faces that were hugging one another.
“Ooh, look at the cute birthmark you have here on your neck,” Florentine exclaimed, unbuttoning Julia's blouse, undoubtedly to get a better look at it. She kissed it tenderly. “I never knew you had one there.”
“I know of one that a certain Madame Vaudrez has, but it is very cleverly hidden by two beautiful velvety globes,” Julia said impishly, meanwhile feverishly trying to unhook her sister's bodice.
“Why don't we compare?” Florentine had gotten into the spirit and quickly unhooked her bodice and corset, revealing two marvelously formed breasts. Her sister exclaimed in admiration, “Oh, my! I have never seen such beauties! You are as blonde and gorgeous as I think our Mother Eve must have been. Please let me look at you in the costume she wore before she was tempted by the snake!”
“I would love to do that, but it must be mutual. In our natural costume and before the mirror. Then we can look at one another and take any position we please.”
With this and similar exclamations the two young women had begun to strip. First their bodices, then their blouses fell upon the carpet, quickly followed by their corsets, underwear and stockings.
And the two beautiful female bodies in all their glory stood mother naked before the large mirror. One was the ideal blonde, the other the most perfect brunette.
“Oh, you are so beautiful!”
“You gorgeous creature, you!”
For a moment the two women looked at each other like two wrestlers who are about to start their bout. Julia put her arm around her sister's slender waist, and began to kiss the girl's neck with tender kisses, her lips touching Florentine's soft skin, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. Florentine shivered with delight and the rosy tips of her breasts began to swell.
“Ooh, look how cute!” Julia exclaimed. “Just wait, you two, and I'll teach you some manners!” She took the tips playfully between her passionate lips and rolled them around, one after the other, in her warm mouth. Florentine sighed happily. Julia's tender kisses slowly became more firm and passionate, her hands cupping one breast and then the other, squeezing firmly while her pearly teeth nibbled the engorged tips. The younger sister was squirming wildly under her strange lover's caresses. Julia picked her up and carried her to the couch.
“I will make you a bet,” Julia said, “that no one has ever done to you what I am about to do.”
“And what's that?”
“Just look in the mirror, dear sister, and you'll see!”
Florentine looked and she saw her sister, kneeling on the floor, while she spread Florentine's thighs with nimble fingers. Her face disappeared into the golden curls of Florentine's crotch, expertly searching for the little tickler.
“Ooh,… what are you doing?”
“Nothing special… not yet… but before I am through you will have died with passion.” Julia licked her sister's rosy, twitching clitoris and then her eager tongue disappeared deeper into the love grotto. Florentine no longer uttered mere sighs of deep satisfaction but began to stammer loose, voluptuous words.
“Ooh… my dear God… what is that… deeper… I couldn't… any longer… please, quicker… ooh!.. I never knew… what delight… it's marvelous… quick, quick… deeper… more… harder, please, now… Ooh, God… My darling… darling, please, don't stop… oooh!”
“You just wait, my little dove… you haven't felt anything yet,” Julia said, licking her lips. Then she put her head back burying it deeply into Florentine's golden fleece, her fingers parting the moistened curls. Florentine's clitoris grew more and more rigid, as Julia's head bobbed quicker and quicker, her tongue penetrating as deeply as it could. Julia's hands strayed over her sister's belly, slowly squeezed her thighs and disappeared under her buttocks. When she felt that Florentine was about to come, she firmly squeezed one finger deeply between the crack of Florentine's buttocks, penetrating the little hole. At the same time she managed to get the clitoris into her mouth, sucking it wildly. Florentine screamed out loudly, spasmed wildly and flooded copiously.
With a deep sigh Madame Vaudrez' head fell back onto the pillow and she did not even answer when her sister embraced her with passionate kisses saying, “Well now, look… don't fall asleep, my dear little egotist!”
But no matter how hard she needled her sister, Florentine did not react and remained limply on the couch. Julia was torn between two different feelings. She was worried about her sister's odd behavior, and she also wanted a release from her own pent-up feelings. She began to shudder and wanted to get up. But she could not. Two strong hands had taken a hold of her hips and she felt a caressing tongue trying to worm into her crotch.
“Oh, my God… who's that!”
“Please, dear lady, don't move,” answered a familiar voice. “It's only me… Dorothy, your maid… ooh, I cannot tell you how badly I have always wanted to do this… only I never dared…”
“It seems to me that you have finally made your mind… and since you have gotten off to such a good start, it would be a terrible shame to have to tell you to stop,” said Julia, bending over her sister's charming breasts, at the same time giving Dorothy an opportunity to admire her firm, well developed buttocks.
Dorothy, no longer afraid of her mistress, began to try and excite Julia with the mastery of her agile tongue. It did not take long for her to succeed.
Her tongue seemed to be all over. Now here, now there, once soft and tickling, another time strong and firm. She played the crotch and crack of her mistress as if they were musical instruments. And it must be said that Dorothy was a virtuoso. And her fingers, too, did not remain idle.