Chapter 4

When we got back to our own room, two naked men were waiting there for us. One was sitting on the only chair in the room, while the other was spread out on the bed. These bastards had put on our panties. And it could be easily seen that this gave them a hard on. It even seemed to me that these two guys were better endowed by nature than all the men I have previously seen in the various rooms of the house assignation.

I looked at Gerty, then at the men who remained unperturbed.

"I thought that it would give you pleasure to do something different from what we do usually," said Gerty with a straight face. "I don't want you to get too used to my caresses. You must have a prick from time to time... not that I want you to get to love the prick. You must continue to despise men... every human being who does not give you satisfaction. As for love, sentiment, affec tion-it's between us two and no other. But, outside of that, I shall allow you every fantasy, every pleasure that you might want."

"When I come here by myself, I make love with a man, or even two at a lime. I love niggers. They are bastards, hypocrites, deceivers, but they're extremely vicious and that's what I love. I detest them personally but I love their pricks. Vice is the thing... cultivate as many vices as possible and satisfy them all if you get the chance..."

While speaking, Gerty took off her clothes. She sat down naked by the side of the North African, slid her hand into her own panties lowered the elastic band and took out an enormous swollen prick. She closed her fingers around this cylinder on whose brilliant uncovered tip could be seen the delicately etched slit. She lowered her head toward this cylinder of smoking flesh and took it in her lascivious gourmand mouth I came close to them and looked very hard at this prick. It was both beautiful and repugnant at the same time. Knots, veins, red spots, brown spots, hairy places very large testicles... I felt a morbid attraction toward this man's cock and I would have liked to advance my hand to get hold of it and caress it.

"Look" said Getty to me, "I'm jerking him off."

Slowly her hand went up and down the column, causing the protuberant tip to swell still more under her caress.

"You smell the odor?" continued Gerty. "I find that it smells good... a man's sweat and semen... his piss. This odor does something to me It seems to me that I could even come if I continued to smell it long enough. Undress, Lucy... Amuse yourself with us... These guys don't know us nor do they know where we come from. What they do know is that we're here to make love."

At this moment I felt a hand gliding under my clothes and grabbing my ass. The hand was hot and skillfull. It pleased me and I did not protest, even spreading my thighs so that the hand could get hold of my cunt.

Some instants later, a finger was playing with my clitoris, giving me delicious shivers, while another was coming and going a little lower.

I pushed the man away in order to undress. Then, naked, I went toward the couch, pushed Gerty on it and started lapping her. There is nothing finer than sucking a woman, above all if she enjoys it, because she gets copiously wet most of the time. And Gerty secreted plenty of moisture!

I felt that the man behind me was rubbing the tip of his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I stiffened, spread my legs and this bad the effect of opening up my asshole. While thrilling to this sensation, I continued to lap Gerty in such an effective way that she was actually cooing. The reason for this strange sound was because her mouth was full.

I was astonished with what ardor she was doing this disgusting thing. I still considered sucking a man's cock disgusting because I had never tasted it. I looked at he expression of her prey and realized the full beauty of sexual pleasure. He was grimacing like an African monkey. But what a prick!

I stopped lapping and turned around to look at the other prick. It wa6 ju6t as long as the other, perhaps a little whiter along the shaft, hut nearly black at the tip because of the blood flown toward it.

The man stayed at a distance but reached for me. His hand was exploring between my thighs, which I spread with pleasure. His other hand caressed my tits awkwardly. His prick, a sort of serpent which fascinated me, swayed in rhythm with the movement of my breasts.

I wanted everything...

With one hand, the man polled me toward him. Our bellies were touching. I felt the rigid and warm object against my pubic hair, the prick against my belly button.

Sounds of sobbing came from the other couple. I recognized Gerty's sobs whenever she was about to come, whether through my masturbating or lapping her. I turned around and saw that the man's prick was all the way in her. He was still on his back, but his prick was lost in Gerty's hairy hush. This bush seemed to be dancing diabolically on the dagger so deeply thrust into her.

She was playing with her tits. I knew that she did this whenever she was particularly excited or whenever she was thinking of what we were going to do a little later.

I approached her and we kissed on the mouth. Then, drawing away from me a little, she said breathlessly:

"It's good to be filled in this way by this big cock, Lucy. You should do... abandon your virginity. Let yourself go... it's so good. My God, it's so good. I feel how he is palpitating inside of me, how the semen is rising in his prick. It's in me dearest... a donkey's prick... in your bitch. Give me pleasure... jerk yourself off and look at me while I'm coming."

I was about to masturbate anyway when she asked me to. I did it without the slightest modesty, happy to be caressing myself in this way. The man behind me came to my side. He was exposing himself to Gerty too, his hand clenched on his rod and jerking himself off with as much fury as I.

I let go my head on the man's shoulder while my eyes were roaming from my friend's belly to his prick and to my own active hand.

Suddenly, Gerty shuddered. She looked at me with the eyes of a crazy person:

"I love you, Lucy, I love. I have this cock in me, but it's you who I love. I am coming... I am giving It to you... "What a discharge! He's coming too He's filling me up with sperm. I'm swelling inside... My God, how good it is to come... and come again... I'm still letting myself go."

I was about to come myself, I was jerking myself off so furiously. But Gerty took me by the wrist.

"Take his prick, darling. Let yourself be fucked by it, so that you become like me-a female."

She lifted herself to her knees. Still, vigorous, the prick slid out of her cunt and hit the man's belly. A few drops of sperm splattered. She got off the bed, and stood in front of me, with a far-away took, her legs outrageously spread apart.

"What are you doing, Gertie?"

"I am feeling the semen dripping down slowly. It's flowing down my thighs. Look!"

We bent over and I saw a long stream of creamy liquid creeping down between her thighs. Then the stream became thicker, more voluminous, heavier and reached the ground.

''Have you seen it?" asked Gerty smiling. "A filthy sight, isn't it?" "Bitch!"

"Yes, I'm a hitch... like all of us. If one could only know what is passing in the head of a woman who seems to be completely chaste, one would he frightened. I have no shame. I like to be a piece of filth, a bitch. I am sure that that's how you like me."

"Yes, I love you because you are a bitch. If you weren't, I would not love you. But I'm just like you. I want to do things... I want to come...

"With a prick? You know your partner didn't come here to polish the pots and pans."

"No! Let me lap you first. Like that, I'll get the taste for the sperm."

Suddenly I went down on my knees and put my head between Gerty's thighs. Putting her hands tenderly on my head, she began to coo again, letting out little shrieks of love, giving herself up with delight to my tongue's strokes.

"It's good, Lucy... your tongue after that enormous prick... it's refreshing... spit into me... and lap well. Oh, how good this is!"

She pushed me away and dragged me onto the bed. Lying together, half of her weight was on me and she was smiling. Suddenly I felt an explosion. The man, the one who was jerking off, was violating me. With a single stroke, he broke through the hymen of my cunt.

Later on, we had to take a taxi to get back home. I could no longer walk. It seemed to me that my belly and the slit between the cheeks of my ass were a single enormous crack. I must have been bleeding heavily.

Or perhaps it was only the 9perm of the nigger that I felt running down my legs. That bastard let everything go inside of me.

Back in the house, I had to get to bed, pretending that I had a bad migraine headache. Gerty arranged to hide my bloodied underthingR, in order to make everything look plausible to the suspicious eyes of my mother.

But that night there was no pleasure for me. Everyone stayed in his room to repose from his bruises.

Gerty awakened me next morning. She brought me my breakfast, caressed me a little bit and took care of my bruised thighs before she returned to her work. I continued to idle away the day between the sheets.

I had my dinner in bed also. I wanted to get up, but Gerty dissuaded me, saying that it would be dangerous. I let myself be persuaded. But sometime in the afternoon, finding time hanging heavily on my hands, I wanted to go the library to get one of the books that have become indispensable to me.

That was how I came to discover one of papa's secrets.

Passing in front of my mother's room, I heard a strange noise. Curious, like all Eve's daughters, I peeped through the keyhole but did not see anything. The library being next to this room, I looked at the wall between these two rooms attentively and noticed that by climbing onto a chair, my eyes would be at the level of two opening. Remembering the furnishings of my mother's room, I uu derstood that undoubtedly these holes corresponded to the eyes of a portrait, an oil painting, which was hung in this place. To be exact, it was the portrait of my grand* father, my mother's father.

I understood that my father was a voyeur, a peeping Tom. He watched mother when she was alone in her room, playing with herself. I did not blame him at all. All tastes are natural. Now, I understand this vice even better than at that time. I like to surprise people while they are practicing the solitary vice, because I practice it myself.

So I looked. I became grandad's "eyes". I was stupefied. My mother was lying naked on her bed and played with herself ardently, while Gerty, her skirt hitched up, her belly naked, was looking at her and was murmuring something to her which I could not catch.

"While jerking herself off, my mother looked at Gerty and was taking various poses obviously in order to please her.

Predisposed toward eroticism, I found that my mother masturbated with masterful skill and that she looked lovely while doing it. The droopy tits were no longer ugly, but exciting. Her thighs seemed elegant to me, her hands beautiful, while her animated face was lighted up with joy and finally became human.

I saw her come and it gave me an atrocious sensation in my guts I too would have liked... I took hold of my cunt, but the pain stopped me. The nigger's shaft was still in my flesh. To jerk myself off would have been too painful.

Gerty climbed up on the bed, and crouched above my mother's face. She was letting her cunt down slowly toward the tongue that my mother was thrusing out toward the vulva.

Remaining immobile for a moment, Gerty said something. My mother nodded in sigh of assent. She put her hand on her cunt and began to play with herself again. At the same time, she was lapping Gerty, with quick tongue movements, movements of a person in love. There was no. further doubt. My mother was not new at this game, because I saw that Gerty, the lovely and indefatigable Gerty, was moving her hips, ass and belly.

My mother was masturbating faster. She too was becoming excited under the touch of her finger. Her agitation was becoming febrile. She did not want anything else from Gerty. She even slopped lapping her. She was now no more than a simple masturbator, the prisoner of her solitary vice and feeling only the sensation which she wag intensifying.

It is then that I saw... But how can I describe this disgusting thing which Gerty never suggested to me? What jealousy and what spite took possession of me when I saw that!

Gerty, her hands placed on her thighs, widened because of her squatting position, pushed aside her vulva, showing the pink flesh from which flowed love's liquid. Her clitoris was swollen. And under the clitoris, I saw the stream.

Gerty was pissing in my mother's mouth!!!

I became like a crazy woman, seeing this intimate act of which. I was ignorant. People have to be very intimate to piss in each other's mouth. And one really has to be shameless to come instantaneously when the stream hits the mouth, as my mother did. She arched her back, her ass rose up, she opened her legs closed them again and hit her ass against the bed while her hand was shaking her terribly.

I had to run away from the library. I went away without even choosing a book. What I have seen, was worth all the dirty books in the world.

When Gerty came to gee me, I told her without mincing words everything that I had seen.

"It had to come," she said. "You are so curious about all sex activities... But she propositioned me... It was your mother who propositioned me... I mean that about two weeks after I first came here, she began to expose herself to me in equivocal positions whenever I entered her room. At first she showed me her legs, then her tits. Finally, one day when I opened the door, I saw her on the bed, stark naked, and jerking herself off vigorously."

"When I came in, she stopped and covered herself, but she kept looking at me strangely, wetting her lips and almost crying."

"You won't tell anyone?" she asked.

"What do you mean, Madame?"

"What you have just seen."

"I saw nothing, Madame."

"Oh, yes... You have seen that I was caressing myself, that I was amusing myself all by my lonesome... I can't abandon the solitary vice... I prefer it above all. Please believe me that I did not to it before marriage It is my husband who showed me how I ought to go about it... and little by little I acquired a taste for it. I adore it!"

"I understand, Madame."

"Then, Gerty, I don't have to worry?"

"No, I won't tell. And in the future, it won't be necessary for me to knock at your door."

"You have guessed then that I love to be surprised while doing it, haven't you, Gerty?"

"The idea that someone might catch me while I'm masturbating is terribly exciting to me, Gerty. Sometimes I used to jerk myself off at the movies, in the afternoon... Some* times I had to get up from the table and go to the jobn to do it. I tried to stop myself but it was no use. I had to do it. Every Saturday I talk about it to my confessor. I believe that he has understood the horrible pleasure which I feel, because he interrogates me at length... to such an extent that I go often to him to confess myself. I am sure that he's just as excited listening to me and questioning me as I am myself. "We are now accomplices and no longer a penitent and a confessor. Sexual pleasure, Gerty... there is only that. To wallow in sin, that's happiness... between my thighs, in my cunt... Gerty, I'm coming, I'm... I can't hold myself back. Ohhh, it's so good."

"So now you're my mother's lesbian punk!" I cried wrathfully.

"Yes," said Gerty without trying to heat about the bush. "I am her cunt lapper and I take pleasure in it. But I am doing it for your happiness only..."

"How do you expect to give me happiness by cheating on me?"

"I am encouraging her more and more to satisfy her vice. She is doing it more and more excessively and... she will die of it..."

"Oh, Gerty, it's horrible! Come, take me in your arms and kiss me... your tongue, my darling... your tongue in my mouth, my hand between your legs. Let me do it to your... your big hairy cunt... your female cunt... I love you, Gerty."

"It's because I love you madly that I want to free you... You will have your parent's money. You'll be able to do as you like. Oh, what you're doing to me! The idea of what I'm going to do for you makes me all excited, my love, my darling! I am coming on your fingers. I am coming! Later, it will be you who will piss in my mouth. Thus you will be avenged. How good it is to come in this way... my cunt... Oh, how bitchy I feel!"

"You will tell me everything, won't you, Gerty?" I asked her when she was recovered from her spasm. "Since I know your scheme, you shouldn't hide anything from me."

"I am keeping your mother in an atmosphere of constant sexual excitement. I oblige her to masturbate. 1 tell her all the dirty things. And next Saturday I am going to confess myself to the same priest as she. Because I'm sure that he'll guess of whom I'm talking and he will become even more hot and, confessing your mother, will excite her even more."

"That's the way to die -jerking off and coming, Gerty," said I cynically.