Chapter 11
I think it was Hilda who had the idea of the feather game. It was difficult to believe that my good aunt was that vicious. But everyone found her so delightful that I think they would have gone in for anything she proposed.
Naked and elegant, aunt Hilda told us what we were to do.
"Well, my children. You each have a feather and the idea is to give your partner as much pleasure as you can with it. You can well guess what has to be done. The first to come is the loser. The one who holds off the longest wins."
The feathers we used were long and each wag a different color which helped us distinguish who had which.
I carried a blue feather with which I tickled the clitoris of my Gerty. Gertrude had a rose feather and she teased my father's balls with it. My own flesh and blood carried a black feather and he decided to approach
Hilda's asshole. Aunt Hilda carried a brown shit-colored feather and. tantalized the teast of big Lucy, yours truly.
To begin with there were giggles and struggles to get away from the bothersome feather. Then bit by bit we succombed to it. It was a brutal business because it resembled the touch of a light finger.
"I'm being masturbated by an angel's hand" Gerty cried as she breathed deeply.
"And what about me? My asshole is burning hot. How I need to have a big prick in me now. I would even do for a tongue."
My father was suffering the most. He wanted to scratch his balls. It was so easy to see this as his face contorted like a wincing dog.
"Oh, I want to scratch my nuts, you bitch. Dont't go too near the tip of my... ohhhh."
His face turned red. It was hard to say whether it was with pain or with joy. I had an inkling that it was more with pleasure than anything else. Even though it was a masochist's joy in painful dispersion. He used his feather delicately and pointed the very tip at Hilda's small opening.
"Oh, if that feather would only ram me. I don't know whether it is giving me a thrill or whether I need to take a shit. What is it doing to you Lucy?"
I was twisting in the throes of real pleasure. As everyone else decided to cover up the true feelings he or she had, I decided to do the same.
"I'm dying of mortification. All my sensuality is moving to my breasts. I want to masturbate myself but I know it is prohibited by the rules of the game."
Gertrude let out a few words and I was sure she would be the first to come.
"Oh, this is divine. No hand can touch mc as this feather is doing. All I have to do is pretend that it is Lucy's little finger which is lightly touching my clitoris... Ouuuhhh, so good... It's marvelous."
Well, that's the way we were with the game of the feathers. To each his own. As for myself, I can only say that it was tickling and chilling the hell out of me.
Strangely enough it was my father who was the first to permit his jizz to fly in the air. It came after a few strokes of the feather up and down his cock.
"I thought it was the tip of a tongue. It reminded me of your mother, darling. That was the only thing she could do well, darling. That was the only thing she could do well. I couldn't hold back any longer."
Gertrude was sure to be the next to break loose. She was rolling and bumping like a belly dancer. Certainly it was she who found the game the most amusing.
"Oh, thank you Hilda for dreaming this one up. Ohhh, I like that honey. More there... that's right, there."
But I was wrong. It wasn't Hilda or Gerty who was the next to shoot off her wad. It was the constant rubbing of the feather tip on my nipples that did it. I was dumbfounded to feel the trickling of my juice running down my thigh.
I let out a sudden shriek of madness and they all heard me. I looked at Gerty witH surprise then I gazed at the deadened eyes of my father.
"I... never thought that... I::: Oh, it was heavenly and so unexpected."
It was up to Gerty and Hilda to hold off now. My father was at it all the way now. He perked up and I thought that the exploration of Hilda's butt-hole would cause hint to have a second explosion.
"I can't hold back any longer. I think I'm coming. That damned feather is doing the trick and I thought I would escape it. Ohhh, I'm commminnngggg...."
It was Gerty gurggling away like this. It was really something to watch this big woman jump and almost do a half turn in the air.
I couldn't help going down on Gertrude who was utterly divine after this slight interlude of madness. Her liquid was warm and tasteful. I nibbled at her clitoris and then sunk my tongue into the deeper regions.
My father was exploring the tight asshole of aunty Hilda. She was on all fours and she made a beautiful Bight to behold.
"Oh, I love this. I could go on for hours. But I feel my sperm mounting. Go to it Gregory dear... That's it on the right 9ide and then straight in."
Aunt Hilda was positively radiant in her obscene pose. She was rolling her eyes like the sublimest of nymphomaniacs.
We were hypnotized by her and when she was on the verge of coming we all jumped on her as though she were the queen of the ball.
And so she was. Our own aunt Hilda was delicious. We mouthed her all over. She was chewed on by me, rammed by my father and sucked by Gerty.
"Enough, you dragons... You're killing me... Oh, have some pity on me..."
We could show no pity on this wholesome morsel. She was our meat and she was not going to get away with her hideous games. We were giving her everything we had. I could feel her blood boil and I knew she wasn't going to hold off much longer.
In a few seconds she let go with a tremendous fart and I thought for a moment that she had come. The stink only excited us all the more.
My father rammed it in to the hilt and I'm sure he was on the brim of overflowing. We played with his balls and then bit his ass.
Then it happened. Papa blew his stack and this threw Hilda into a spasm. She bucked and bent backward and fell limp on the bed after letting out one of the most fearful cries I have ever heard or hope to hear.
She lay dormant or a few minutes.. We were afraid, hut when Gerty tongued her in the right places, courageous aunty came, back to life with all her power.