Chapter 6

In short, from the time I learnt about life, I've only managed to meet people who were nothing but stinkers. The pettiness of my parents, their niggardliness, egoism and what not, the horrible sensuality of my mother, all this was candid dirtiness. As for Gerty, her instincts hardly short of criminal, even if she worked for my benefit, were oœ the same order. It was true that I loved Gerty and that she satisfied my vices while teaching me many others, but I was beyond it all now.

How much joy have I gone through touched by the stings of misery...

And then there was my father. Wasn't he the most conniving of the lot when he played the peeking torn?

And the priest? Darkest omen of his parsonage, tier, a flinching debauched creature. What can one make of him?

That was my stamping ground with these people and their vile natures. I managed to prosper however, even to become a marvelous woman as some have put it. I loved to see my nudity in the mirror. My breasts were supremely developped with their tiny cherry points. My face had taken on all the aspects of a mature woman, sensual with undeniable charm. I only had to look at my long legs to see that I was complete, and to enthuse myself even further I patted my hands on my behind and felt the firmness. When I spread my legs in front of the mirror and watched my long muscled thighs stretch up to the hairy crease, I knew that I was a world conqueror. I unveiled my secret to myself, the secret that no one else would share so intimately.

For the time being in my household, I was the dictating woman of the house when my father wasn't there. Often we amused ourselves in reading one of his many book!. We spent a splendid afternoon together in sensual delights, without bringing the attention of my mother to mind. It was as though she had never existed. And my father continued to react the same as always. He would close himself in his room and pretend to play dead.

Of course he continued to spy on us. I let Gerty have my mother's room and deliber ately put her in a position to be pecked at. She loved to exhibit herself and when she was told that my father was looking in on her she gave it the works. She was much more forward then my mother ever could be. I was certain of it.

She was a diabolical wench this Gertrude. It was not long before she thought of a pleasurable game in which we could participate, and in particular one in which the man who created me would be put in a fitful state of emotions.

One afternoon she asked me to come into her room. It was the day that my father would certainly be at his peeking post. Little by little she opened me up to the point of possession. I was to play the innocent one, the naive girl who had never had her pleasure before.

I'll have to admit that this sort of game gave me much pleasure. I couldn't have asked for anything better. This was just the sort of thing that pleased me no end. We went at it in a way that would give the impression that Gertrude herself had never previously had any dealings with a female.

We began late that afternoon. Seated on her bed, Gerty knitted in silence. She must have looked silly because she really didn't know how to knit. I was a few -feet away from her pretending to sew something. We showed off our legs as if we were unaware that we were being loose with ourselves. And after all it would he foolish to think there was anything wrong since many women show their legs quite freely.

Naturally I knew that my father was around in fact, very close by. Flaying the absorbed young virgin, I occasionally lifted my pure eyes toward the portrait of my grandfather hanging on the norh wall and I could imagine the lustful look in my father's eyes as he drank me in. This was his spot right behind the portrait and the eyes would glower and almost frighten me. The way be looked at me brought me to an exciting pitch and 1 wished the game were already in full swing. I wanted to take Gerty by the ass and strap her on the bed. I could already feel myself masturbating her in the best manner that I could...

However, I dominated my intentions, those hungry instincts which were so close to my being. Just feeling those warm eyes eating me up made me drip from my juicy crack. My clitoris was palpitating. I had a terrific urge to put my hand between my thighs.

Without any doubt, Gerty was undergoing the same sensations. From tittle to time she would throw me an envious look that would excite me a hit more. I tingled all over and blushed with passioned fire.

If we didn't have to go through this game just for a lousy peeking torn what couldn't we have done together.

But Gerty was once more master of the situation and she started to speak. Her conversation was aimed at heightening my excitation. My mind pressed toward the ultimate pitch of pleasure.

"Do you know miss that I like you very much?"

I knew what she was after, so I joined in on the conspiracy. "I've felt it all a long, Gertrude." "Really?"

"Oh, yes. It is hard to hide, you know."

"I'm happy that you know."

"You are so comforting. You're like a mother to me."

"I think you've misunderstood miss. It isn't quite in that way that I am fond of you."

"You mean there are other ways?." "Oh, my yes."

She looked at me sternly and I played the frightened rabbit.

"I would like to rake you in my arms, cuddle you, even kiss you, pet you like a... loved one."

I wasn't able to hold hack any longer. I jumped up from my chair and hugged Gerty.

"Well, if you think it is only that?5'

She hugged me tightly. One of her hands was placed on my breast and it englobed it as she would a fruit. 1 jumped away from the caress and played the innocent one. We continued to faint our positions.

"It's a shame that 1 can't sleep with you at night. It would be so nice to be with you snug and close in your arms."

But nothing is keeping you from doing so. You're free to do as you please. Your father is browsing or asleep by now. You don't have to bid him goodnight just now."

"But I have to go to my room for my nightie."

"Don't be silly. It's such a warm night. Why you could almost sleep naked by my side."

"1... I.,, guess you're right."

It was Gertrude who undressed the first. I was always thrilled by the nonchalance of her strip-tease. It made me think of a rich bitch who loved to flount around with freedom and wantoness. 1 can't justifiably tell why this excited me so. And Gerty knew how to do it so well.

The eyes in the portait burned with desire. The intensity grew until it seemed to give the room more light.

Once nude, Gertrude planted herself in front of me. She eyed me with a hidden wink.

"I'm a little on the fat side, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, no. I would not say that. You're really very attractive you know?"

I looked down at her breasts and I'm sure I wasn't the only one taking notice of them.

"Gee, they are curious. I mean your breasts the way they stand up. And those tips, they're divine. It is good to see a woman with a full body like yours. Your thighs are so well-rounded and your rump is positively delicious."

Gerty even turned around as though she were modeling. This gave her a looseness and a superb advantage over the visiting party. She raised her arms and placed her legs at an angle. Her hairy regions were in full vew and their odor became slowly prevalent in the dimly lit room.

"What are you waiting for Lucy? Aren't you going to get undressed and show me your wares. I'm naked and now it's your turn."

"Alright, alright."

I hurried up for I knew there were many eyes on me anxiously awaiting to see my darling body. The idea excited me terrifically. I even thought of the state of my father. He must be in a sweat by now.

Gertrude paid hommage to my naked beauty. She turned me around several times. She set me on my tip toes to get a more favored impression.

"What a glorious thing, a woman's body is. You are indeed lovely miss Lucy. I would like to see you naked more often. It has a peculiar effect on me."

"To see you without any clothes on, does something to me as well, Gerty. I would like us to do this more often. Every night would be perfect if I could wish it."

"Are you that way about it, miss?"

"Don't take offense, Gerty... But you see, I like beauty as well."

"Then didn't you ever think that a body can give more than just beauty, but that it can give pleasure as well?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Gertrude."

1 gave her my most quizzical look. This must have delighted my vicious father whose eyes seemed to poke out.

"Haven't you ever caressed your breasts?"

I look sheepishly down at ray velvety navel.

"It has happened... It gave me a strange effect... It hurt my tips..."

"And your stomach?"

"Well, I've wanted too but I never really dared to do so... But have you done that Gerty?"

"Yes... And it is ever so good... I love it you know... But don't tell anyone about it. Iœ one should know what I do alone... Well, it's too good to he denied. I like amusing myself when I'm alone. What can be better use of leisure time?."

Gertrude sat on the bed and took me in her arms the placed me on her sumptuous lap. We kissed. She pushed her tongue far into my little mouth.

"Oh, Gerty that is so good."

"What is?"

"Your tongue in my mouth." "Do you want some more?" "Yes, please."

Gerty leaned over me and titillated my lips with her fat tongue. Her long drawn-out kiss made me lascivious -and this time we weren't joking. Things got hot and hotter. Our legs spread open as far as they could go. I was sure that my father could see the interior of our cunts and he certainly was conscious of how wet we were.

I hugged Gerty. One of my hands held her teat, while the other hand slipped down to he bush between her thighs. Then she raised her head.

"Let's get into bed. If we don't I know wat I will do. I will no longer be responsable for what takes places. I love you so much."

We slid between the white sheets without turning off the lights. There was a reason for that and it was the straining orbs behind the portrait. We looked very chaste and serene in bed although our masturbation could not be easily detected.

Finally I could no longer hold back. I had to get out of bed and nose in the open. I stretched like a real prostitute. When I got back to the bed, Gerty threw back the covers, and I could see that she was jacking herself off with real frenzy. While she was hotly at herself, I put my cat right up to her panting tongue. She licked at my juicy box and this excited both of us. I flipped across and soon we had our mouths in our respective natural habitats. Within a few minutes we discharged together. Our mouths were loaded with sperm...

We covered our heads to shut out the noise of our infamous climax. After a few minutes we chatted.

"Do you think what we just showed put him in a state?"

"He's as hard as a rock. I'll bet anything on it. He's probably masturbating right now. That's probably the way he handled your mother."

"My mother loved to masturbate as well."

"Everyone loves it... But there aren't many who have the courage to admit it."

"Oh Gerty, I'll admit it any day. I love to do it. To touch my pussy and explore it regularly is a real delight. If I could only suck myself off, I would be in heaven."

The next evening everything started over again. We put on a better performance. We walked around in the nude much longer. Occasionnally we would look in the mirror to show off our qualities and compare our relative beauties.

Once in a while I would take Gerty's teats and cup one with my hand and put my encircled mouth upon the other. I would try to put myself in the best possible position for the looker-on to see.

That night we put on a real strip act. Putting our things on again and then taking them off. I felt that Gerty really wanted to make love to me so much were we exciting one another. She strained herself in keeping back, but it had to be done.

Once Gertrude got in bed, I turned out the light. This was done right after a made a very lewd gest by putting one band on my breast, bending over and placing the other hand on my pubic region.

In the dark I put my ear up to the wall that partitioned us off from my father. I could hear the coming and going sounds of a puffing beast. In the obscurity of our abode, I placed my trembling hand on my cunt.

It was while I jacked myself off with the most voluptuous gests, that I approached Gertrude. Her hands cupped my cheeks and brought my open mouth up to her sex. I started to lick and the hic-cups of love began...

It it too bad that it had to happen in the dark. I would have loved so much to have seen her in the yellow light of the room, the obscene gests, her spasms, her tormented beloved head. I wanted so much to see those beastial grimaces... Ah, how good all that is...

We had had our dark nights and here they were again. But our afternoons were the most lustful and by far the moments the most agreable. It was during the siestas that Gerty sent me out of this world. She knew how to masturbate me like a professional, in front and in back. We would lake love baths together. Caressing ourselves with soap suds, many bubbling sticky soap suds, made us all the hotter and ruddy. Then a sudden stream of liquid would warm our delicate hands.

Gertrude was a genius at making love, subtle love I should say Everything was a simple pretext to wend toward the final goal. Once in a while in the kitchen when she, had just come in from shopping, she hoped on the table and masturbated herself with a carrot or turnip. Just looking at this superb wench take everything in stride so sublimely truely fascinated me.

Naturally I wasn't made of wood and almost immediately I was at her snatch and we rolled and jerked until we were entirely off the table and scrambling lustfully on the floor.

From time to lime we would go over to the pastor's house. He was our lover and we would go at a three-way party, very bourgeois, for the dear pastor would never let us leave without confessing our sins. We confessed in our baby costume, each one as bare as a bottom.

But one night my father came home early from work. He brought a friend with him. He was a man of about forty. He wasn't badlooking and I seemed to please him as well. Naturally I conducted myself as a proper young girl, popping curtsies here and there. Gerty was furious with me for bestowing so much charm gratuously.

To briefly ends this little insertion, after a few visits, Allan, that was his name, asked my hand in marriage. I talked it over with my father and he advised me to accept the man. I said that I would, on the condition that Gerty remain with me.

Just watching him in his agony, I could see that he wanted Gerty all for himself. The poor man was deceived. He was sure that this would be a way to rid me and get hold of my voluptuous companion.

Gertrude prepared my trousseau and bagage while my father looked on wild-eyed and hopelessly in despair.

My father kept his eye on that wiggling ass of Gerty's and I could have sworn there were tears in his eyes. But he had to submit to his own ill-advice.

My father had no choice in the matter. After begging me to relinquish my fair Gertrude, I declined. The dejected fellow was forced to call upon my aunt Hilda and ask her to live with him. Since she was a widow and rather poor, everything was bound to shape up as it should. My darling aunt could not ask for anything better. My father reluctanltly made the compromise.

We kissed and parted. For the first time I noticed tears mixed with rage in my father's eyes.