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 hand was coming down on her cute little ass with gentle strokes initially, but a strange feeling of unrest slowly came over me and gradually I made my hand land harder on her slowly reddening bottom. I must say she didn't utter a single sound and this must have made me more mad than I really was. The feeling I had experienced was growing and growing and much to my surprise I felt myself getting quite wet between the legs. My juices were flowing in the same way they used to flow when I thought about you and wanked myself, and I couldn't believe it when all of a sudden, quite unexpectedly, I came. Yes, you're hearing right, Jean. I creamed because I was spanking a little girl on the bottom. I couldn't believe it myself either when it happened, but all the same it was true… and all of' a sudden I had found something new in life. Not only could I come when I spanked somebody, but that night for the first time I didn't want myself in bed. My orgasm during the spanking session had been so satisfying I didn't need to play with myself that night.