Chapter 5
After careful deliberation, I finally decided that my best course of action was to totally finish my relationship with Elizabeth, which is exactly what I did. In the beginning, that is during the first few days, she tried her best to dissuade me. During dinner, she would play footsie with me under the table. When I passed by her room alone, she had the uncomfortable habit of leaving the door ajar and then appearing in the most flimsy of costumes and on at least one occasion in no costume at all
"Just a reminder in case you want to change your mind," she would whisper and then break into hysterical, satanic laughter.
Don't think that I wasn't tempted. I mean, she was a beautiful girl, quite lovely in every way. Sex with her was a joy, a sheer delight. She didn't seem to cause any trouble, in the sense that she was overly possessive or affectionate at the wrong times-like in front of my wife, for instance. In short, my relationship with her had been a perfect setup, one that I knew was not bound to reoccur in the near future I was therefore quite tempted to resume it and it was only the strongest willpower that enabled me to resist.
After about a week had passed, I noticed that Elizabeth's attitude toward me gradually changed. As I've already explained, at the very beginning she attempted to draw me back into a relationship by the most blatant and overt means. Now, however, she began to display an indifference towards me that at first I thought was merely a ploy and that later I was relieved to learn was an acceptance on her part of my decision. I started to breathe easier, to secretly congratulate myself on the masterful manner in which I had handled the entire situation. Only one thing disturbed me. I noticed that she was starting to get closer to my wife Catherine.
It's hard to say just what it was that bothered me, but there was just something about the way the two of them spoke to one another, about the way they had started throwing their arms around one another's shoulders, about the way they would smile at each other that made me quite uneasy. It didn't take very long before my wildest suspicions proved to be correct It happened this way.
It was a Tuesday afternoon in the last week in August and I had returned from lunch with a violent stomach cramp and quite a miserable headache. Maybe it was the heat? The air conditioner in our office broke down, as such devices are apt to. Maybe it was the clams that I ate at a restaurant? Maybe it was sheer exhaustion from too much constant work? Anyway, I decided at around two that there was no point hanging around the office any longer. The afternoon off would work wonders for me. So, after a short conversation with the boss, I packed my attache case, caught the elevator down to the first floor and then ran all the way to my car in the parking lot on the other side of the building.
It was a really beautiful day and by the time I was up Garden Street, heading toward West Hartford, I was a new man again. The headache had disappeared, the stomachache was a thing of the past.
It was a quarter after two when I arrived home. I almost rang the doorbell to announce my entrance, but then I decided that it would be nice to surprise Catherine. I even thought about a quickie in the living room or in the kitchen, if none of the kids were home. When I entered the house, however, I noticed that things were strangely quiet Had she gone out for the day? Yes, that was it she'd either gone shopping or was playing bridge with her friends. I felt a little disappointed, sort of robbed, because I had looked forward with great relish to a little sweet sex in the afternoon. Instead I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down with a copy of the local newspaper.
That's when I first heard the sound. It was hardly noticeable, really, and at the same time it was quite disturbing, like the dripping of a sink or the creaking of a bed. I threw the paper aside and went to investigate. When I got to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, I received the shock of a lifetime. I mean, I just couldn't believe my own eyes, just couldn't believe that what I was looking at was actually taking place. Surely it was all a dream, a figment of my imagination, the feverish fantasy of an overactive imagination.
Yet it was no fantasy but as real as I myself was. There they were, the two of them, sitting on the bed, frigging one another.
Maybe I'd better start at the beginning. The door was ajar, just enough so that I could look in through the crack while, at the same time remaining unseen. Catherine and Elizabeth were on the bed near the window, both still clothed in garments that were in obvious disarray. My wife was wearing a pink skirt and white blouse and her silky black hair was done up in a bun above her head. It looked to me like she had just recently arrived home because she was still wearing her stockings and her black pumps were on the floor beside her.
At that moment, her blouse was tucked out of her skirt, several of the buttons loosened, and her skirt was rolled up to her mid thighs, her lovely white legs splayed while a pair of sensual young hands were climbing along their hot inner surface, massaging and stroking them in a tender and most pleasing manner, rubbing them gently as they made the climb to the crotch of her black silken panties further up.
The hands belonged to Elizabeth, to my naughty niece Elizabeth, who herself was in a disheveled state. Unlike my wife, who was wearing a skirt, she was clad in a pair of worn-out blue bell-bottom dungarees and a purple body shirt that fitted snugly against the smooth, womanly curves of her upper torso. There was a zipper at the neckline and it had already been pulled down to her stomach. One of her breasts had apparently popped out through the opening and my wife's hands were gently caressing it.
Perhaps I should have jumped in right then and there and made my presence noticed. But there was something about the scene that fascinated me, that excited me in a perverse sort of way. Like a peeping torn at a window, I stood by the door, crouched down low, not making a sound as I watched the proceedings.
It was Elizabeth's hands that caught my attention first, for it was she who seemed to be the aggressor, the dominant partner in this unnatural relationship. Elizabeth made Catherine He flat and then rolled her skirt all the way up, so that it was now crumpled smoothly around her waist. Underneath Catherine was wearing nylon stockings that were held up at mid-thigh by four black clasps that were attached to a pair of black silk panties. God, she looked good like that, stretched out on the bed, her legs spread wide open, the deep crack of her cunt visible as an outline against the shiny material at the crotch of her undergarments.
"You feel so soft, Aunt Cathy," Elizabeth whispered, her mouth falling on my wife's lips. The two of them kissed, long, hot and hard. It was an obvious soul kiss, tongues touching the smacking sound of hot lips filling the curtained room.
"Blow into my ear," I could hear my wife whisper.
Elizabeth smiled and then her hungry mouth went for Catherine's neck, for her throat and then to the canal above her right earlobe. As she proceeded to blow into it, her own nimble fingers reached the reinforced fabric at the crotch of Catherine's black undergarments. She began to stroke very softly, to run the palm of her hands across the covered sluice, to apply a delicious friction to its wide surface.
I watched as Catherine's hips began to gyrate, as she began to throw her big ass up in the air and push away at Elizabeth's nuzzled hand. It was as though there was a cock there, as though someone was suddenly pushing a hard, long cock up against her cunt. Her movements were instinctive, full of pleasure and excitement
"Open me up," Catherine whispered, her body still heaving against Elizabeth's long, white fingers. "Open me up and frig me till I can't stand it any longer."
My naughty niece Elizabeth didn't have to be told twice. She made my wife roll over on her stomach and then proceeded to undress her, removing her skirt first and then unhooking her stockings and rolling them down her long, fleshy legs. After stroking Catherine's ass first, she made her get up and then tugged at the elastic waistband of her by now moist panties. Off they went with one stroke and before I knew it, I was looking at raw cunt wet wild and delicious. It was Catherine's cunt and I had gazed upon it many times before. I had fucked it innumerable times, had licked its warm, wet juices with my tongue, had frigged it with my fingers, had performed every possible sexual act upon it. Yet nestled there, between her splayed legs, the deep, wide crack of her muff made my heart jump with joy, filled my insides with an indescribable sort of excitement. It was as though I was looking at it, at the deep sluice, for the first time, as if this was the first occasion that my eyes had feasted on its furry beauty.
"Now I'll take off your blouse," Elizabeth whispered as she patted Catherine's backside. I could tell right then and there who had initiated this arrangement, who the prime mover had been, at whose insistence this scene was being played.
"Yes," Catherine moaned like a drugged creature. "Take off my blouse and my bra. My titties want to be kissed. You will kiss them, won't you, Elizabeth?" my wife asked. "You'll rub them up nice and soft, the way you did the other day."
"Of course, my love," Elizabeth whispered. "Remember how scared you were then?"
"Uh huh," Catherine nodded. "It was my first time ... the first time since boarding school."
"You used to enjoy it then, didn't you?" Elizabeth asked, her hands all the while undoing the blouse, moving with speed and instinct around to the hooks of my wife's brassiere. There was a plucking sound, like the string of a guitar as it snaps apart. Suddenly the brassiere was undone and the cups fell loosely to the carpeted floor.
"What beautiful little bubbies you have," Elizabeth said. "I'll bet that Simon loves to fuck these bubbies, that he loves to take them into his mouth and suck on them. Isn't that true?"
"Ummmmmmm...." Catherine whispered. "Yes, my titties ... he sucks on them ... loves to suck my boobs, loves to rub his big dick on them."
"Yes, of course he does," she laughed, cupping her hands underneath them. They were big, proud and firm, and Elizabeth rubbed fire across their surface with the very tips of her fingers. God, the girl was good. She knew just what to do, just how much pressure to apply, just at what point to squeeze and at what point to release her grip.
"Oh Liz, you do this so well." Catherine moaned. "So, so well...."
"Am I as good as the girls at boarding school."
"Ummmm yes."
I knew the story well. Catherine had told it to me about a year after we were married. There had been an article in the local newspaper concerning the rising phenomenon of Lesbianism among women. Catherine said that the article was ridiculous because there probably wasn't a girl in the world who hadn't had relations with another of her own gentler at one time or other.
She had attended a very exclusive boarding school in Vermont, the Kensington Institute for Young Women. The only man for miles and miles was a black cook who also happened to be a wino so that he was no good at all when it came to satisfying the needs of so many of the young ladies at the institution.
"There were many who would have loved to feel a big black cock drilling up their pussies, filling it with sweet hot come cream," Catherine had explained to me at the time. "But he drank too much and he was quite an unfriendly fellow. So we girls, the ones who had a taste for it, had to rely on our own devices.
"The first time I made it with another girl was during the winter of my junior year. She was a senior, a big buxom girl by the name of Clarise. She was a redhead and she liked to wear boots and tight dungarees and tell dirty stories. A very immodest young lady, I must say. It might surprise you to know that her father is none other than the famous Bentley Salisbury, the radio announcer. According to rumor, she used to sleep with him, which is the reason that she was finally sent away to boarding school by her mother. I don't know how much truth there is to the story, but it ought to give you a good idea of the kind of girl that I'm talking about."
Anyway, according to what Catherine had told me at the time, her affair with Clarise had started in the girls' locker, after swimming practice. The two girls were on the team and it was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons and they had been the only ones practicing in the pool.
"Later, we both ran under the shower, dropping our swimsuits to the tiled floors. I remember the funny way that Clarise looked at me, the way she asked me if I minded soaping her back. Of course I didn't mind. We were both naked, she eighteen and me seventeen and when I touched her shoulder blades she began to move her body slowly, so that her ass began to shake and wiggle."
Catherine soaped her back and before she knew what was happening, Clarise had turned around and had started to caress Catherine's young jutting breasts.
"She held me just like a man, rubbing my nipples with her gentle fingers as the water sprayed on our unclad bodies. I was afraid, I must admit But I was thrilled at the same time. Clarise was so much bigger than me, so much more forceful. Her hips were wide and sexy, and her legs were long and delicious looking. She had a huge pair of breasts, like two large, white globes of flesh, and her nipples were strawberry colored, hard and ripe like pink cherries. The friction of her nipples rubbing against my breasts was incredibly delicious, in credibly beautiful. It felt just like when you take the knob of your cock and rub it against my bubbies."
So that's how it started. Very soon, Clarise's hands were between Catherine's legs, nuzzled up against the slope of her young pussy. She was rubbing and stroking with an expertise that Catherine had never yet encountered in her lovemaking.
"I'd gone out with lots of boys by that time, and I had quite a bit of experience. Some tried to finger me, but in the most awkward manner, causing me nothing but pain and embarrassment. With Clarise, for the very first time, it was different She, perhaps because she was a woman, knew just what I wanted, just how much pressure to apply to my excited snatch, just when to push the finger all the way up into my love hole and just when to draw it back out again. She frigged me like crazy, all the while kissing me hard on the mouth. It was a good feeling when she stuck her tongue into my mouth, when she pushed it down into my throat At first I had thought that I would be revulsed by it that it would make me feel sick or something like that But surprisingly, I found it a quite exciting experience, quite thrilling. When her fingers grabbed my clitty, it was pure heaven, the best thing that anyone had ever done to me in a long, long while."
So it went as the water sprayed down from the showerhead, the two girls locked in a hot embrace. After awhile, Clarise asked Catherine if she was doing anything later that evening and Catherine replied that she would be free.
"In which case," Clarise whispered, "I'm coming over."
And come she did. Again and again and again in a variety of different positions. Both of them came that night, engaging in Lesbian sex till the wee hours of the morning.
"She was quite good." Catherine explained to me. "She undressed me and then sucked my wet pussy till I nearly couldn't stand it any longer. She had a special way with that long pink tongue of hers. She knew just how to run it up and down my pussy, just where to lick for the maximum amount of pleasure. She sucked on my clitty for nearly a half hour, biting the thing, licking it hard till I nearly went out of my mind with excruciating pleasure, with mad desire. Then, just as I was beginning to climax, just as my entire body was suffering from orgasmic spasm, in she pushed it, in she rammed her tongue into the deep vaginal pit. There was music in the background, but I hardly was able to hear it as her tongue worked up and down the rim of my snatch, as it dug deep into the pit, licking the walls of my cunt with a frenzy and ardor that I've rarely had the pleasure of experiencing. She really loved what she was doing and you could see that she had done it many times before.
"In fact, according to what she later told me, there was hardly a girl in the entire school that she hadn't seduced. She even bragged of having made it with Miss Brandywine, the social studies teacher. Anyway, I was inclined to believe her because of the delicious way in which she worked me over, the wonderful way in which she masturbated me, first with her fingers, then with her tongue and finally with a plastic dildo that was shaped like a twelve inch cock. She rammed the thing all the way up my cunny, making me jump with joy, making me cry so loud that I almost awakened some of the girls in the rooms next to mine. It seems, however, that they had seen Clarise with me during supper so most of them had already guessed what would happen later that evening."
Catherine's affair with Clarise lasted only several weeks, as the older girl was possessed of a promiscuous nature and tired rather easily of a familiar snatch. So on she moved, forgetting all about Catherine. There were two other girls in my wife's sex life, both boardingschool companions, one named Paulette and the other Rochelle. Paulette was a slim young thing with a boyish body and Rochelle was a brunete with a cute pixie smile and big wet snatch that, according to what my wife told me, was capable of accomodating an organ of eighteen inches without much trouble.
"She had a real red cunt, a furry cunt that was big enough to take all five of my fingers. Once she even made me rub my titties against the big hole and then she made me fuck her with a long, hard cucumber. She was a weird girl.
"Paulette, on the other hand, had the tightest little puss that you'd ever laid your eyes on. Just a pinkie up her cunt would make her squirm with excitement. She never used to wash, perhaps because her parents were French and it's a French tradition for women never to bathe. I mean, she smelled like a latrine and at first I was quite turned off by her. But after awhile I developed a taste for the thing, for the moist fragrance of her unclean snatch. I used to come just by inhaling its aroma."
As Catherine continued to tell me about her lesbian experiences, I couldn't help detecting a strange note in her voice, a sort of wistful quality that one associates with lost love. We talked about it and I asked her quite bluntly if she ever had the desire to make it with another woman. I mean, now that she'd been on both sides of the fence, wasn't she a bit uncomfortable in a strictly heterosexual role?
"No," she had replied quite simply. "A big cock is all that I crave."
And at least to my knowledge, that had been the case right up to now, right up to the beginning of her relationship with my naughty niece Elizabeth. It was a latent sort of thing, I suppose, and it required just the right mix of elements to set the charge off.
I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it might have started. I remembered that afternoon when Catherine had come to my study to tell me how she had seen Elizabeth masturbating through the partially open door to her room. Perhaps it had been that event, the experience of seeing Liz's exposed muff, of seeing once again a wet piece of snatch that had reawakened Lesbian desires in her. While Elizabeth and I were having our affair, my niece must have ignored Catherine's overtures. After I had broken it off, however, after I made it clear that our affair was finished and that we would no longer be having sex together, my niece became more receptive to the longing in Catherine's eyes. Being a promiscuous little bitch, Liz was ready to do anything for a little swinging sex, not caring very much with whom it was that she swung.
I opened my eyes again and watched the two of them in the dimly fit boudoir-my niece Elizabeth, and my wife Catherine, as they were locked in each other's embrace. Cathy was naked by now, her juicy panties lying in a heap on the floor. Her big breasts were jutting out beautifully, big brown nipples growing at the tip. Elizabeth was still wearing her clothes and I could hear Catherine whisper for her to get undressed.
"Cmon sweetheart," Catherine said. "Strip off those things and let me have a glimpse of your young snatch. I'll bet that you're bald down there, just like a little girl."
"Yes ... I'm certainly not as hairy as you are."
"Don't you like my beaver?" Catherine asked quite impetuously.
"Beaver, oh yes," Liz replied. "It's beautiful. It was sheer heaven running my fingers through it, running my fingers through your raw cunny. You're all wet down there, you know. Wet as a bitch in heat"
"That's what Simon says to me every time he gets ready to fuck me. He calls me a bitch, wet wonderful bitch. He loves my cunny just the way I like his fat cock. I'll bet you that you'd get a real thrill if he ever fucked you. He really knows how to fuck. Any woman would be thrilled to have his big prick making waves in her love hole. At least that's how I feel whenever he does it to me."
"Does he do it often?" Elizabeth asked. She had be gun undressing, getting up off the bed and unbuckling her blue jeans. She pulled down the fly at the crotch and then wiggled her hips as the trousers fell to the floor. You should have seen those legs of hers. They were long and white and incredibly beautiful to look at Underneath she was only wearing a bodysuit which was held in place by three purple snaps at the crotch. She spread her hips, and reached down between her legs.
"Go on," Catherine whispered, her voice trembling as she spoke. I could see that she was as excited as I was at the prospect of viewing my niece's naked pussy.
"Take it off," Catherine moaned, her hand suddenly leaping up from the bed to touch Elizabeth's creamy white thighs. There was a smile on the younger girl's face as she reached for the snaps and plucked them open one at a time till the flaps flew apart to reveal the incredibly beauty of Elizabeth's hairless snatch.
She pulled the bodysuit up over her head and threw the flimsy garment across the room to the bentwood rocker near the window.
"Open up those legs," Catherine whispered.
"Why, what are you going to do?" Elizabeth giggled.
"You'll see," my wife replied. By now she had taken the dominant role and she was the one who was making all the advances. I stared into her eyes, her beautiful black eyes, and then at Elizabeth's lovely green eyes. The two women had bodies that were remarkably different just as their eyes were different. My wife was fuller, bigger, more voluptuous while Elizabeth was thin, possessing narrow hips and by comparison, a very small pair of titties. Which one turned me on more? I must admit that I was playing that game with myself, trying to figure it out. But it was hard. They both looked so delicious, so tempting that I wanted to fuck each, to take my cock and push it into one cunt and then into the other. In fact, I must admit, I was quite tempted to burst through the door at that very moment and jump on top of them. Eventually I knew that this would happen, that this is what I would do. For now, however, I would wait and watch, enjoy the free show that the two women were putting on for me.
"You're tickling me," Elizabeth laughed when Catherine's fingers suddenly reached between her loins, when Catherine's fingers prodded open the moist labial lips that covered the opening of my young niece's juicy pussy. There was a squishy sound that I could hear even where I was standing, the sound of a cunt being eased open, the sound of a love hole being pulled apart by a pair of loving hands.
"You're such a sweet pussy," Catherine whispered, pulling the young girl towards her. She still had one hand up her wet puss while the other was circled around her slim waist. She pulled her close and kissed her lovingly on her belly, on the softness of her smooth crotch. I watched as her pink serpent-shaped tongue darted out of her mouth, as she ran it lovingly across the soft flesh of the young girl's shimmering white body.
"It's so nice to kiss you," Catherine whispered. "You're so warm and delicious that I think that I could kiss you forever and ever if I had to, that I could lass your body all day and all night and still not get tired of it."
"Are you going to kiss my box?" Elizabeth asked. "It feels good when you finger it, when you slide your middle finger into it and then pull it out again, but I think I would enjoy it just as much if it was your tongue that was doing it to me, if it was your tongue that was fingering my love hole."
"Ummmmm, yes," Catherine moaned at the suggestion. Her eyes were beginning to bulge in her head and she looked like she had suddenly fallen into some sort of trance, as though she had suddenly been put under some magical spell.
"Your love hole," she whispered. I'll loss it just the way you want me to. I make you come with my tongue. I'll make your puss go crazy with my big tongue."
And that's just what she proceeded to do. Elizabeth was standing upright, close to the bed, her knees just slightly bent, her hips thrust forward, her legs spread wide apart so that the mouth of her snatch was easily accessible. From where I was standing, I could see her naked ass, just slightly dimpled and perfectly round. The lips of her cunt were hanging down like two dewlaps and before I knew what had happened, Catherine worked her face right up against its surface, her tongue darting out of her mouth at incredible speed as it licked up the savory juices that were dripping out of the blond-haired girl's sex hole.
That feels so nice," Elizabeth whispered. "Lick it all up because there's plenty where that came from. The more you lick, the more juice you'll taste. I'm the juiciest pussy that you've ever tasted, the wettest, wildest piece of cunt that you've ever had the pleasure of sucking on."
Catherine didn't seem to be listening to Elizabeth's chatter, her attention firmly fixed on the job at hand, on the task of fucking my niece's sex box with her incredibly versatile tongue.
First it went around the rim of the deep cavity, gliding across its surface in a very smooth and delicate manner, applying not too much pressure and not too little. She then pried open the dewlaps and slid the eager little tongue into the dank, dark cavern. As she did so, I suddenly remembered all those wonderful times when it was my tongue that had eaten Liz's pussy, when it was my mouth that had savored the spicy flavor of her churning muff. Without even being aware of what I was doing, I felt my hands rubbing against my trousers. My cock was hard as a rock, bursting with raw sexual fervor. I simply couldn't control myself any longer. My fingers reached for the nib of my zipper. Down it went and a half second later out burst my enormous tool, my swollen erection, long, hot and hard and ready for action.
It was red at the tip, jutting upwards and full of warmth and excitement. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how comfortable I would feel plowing the thing into Elizabeth's wet muff, how lovely it would feel if I could have the two of them at one time, first Catherine and then Elizabeth and then Catherine again. My head began to swim with erotic madness. Should I open the door now, burst into the room and fall on the two of them like a wolf on a flock of sheep? Something held me back. Something kept me frozen in my place, kept my legs from moving. I would wait till later. Meanwhile, I would be content just to watch, to remain silently in my comer, my eyes gazing at the erotic festival taking place on the other side of the doorpost.
"Your cunny is so warm," Catherine whispered, as she looked up for a second, running her tongue across her moist lips. "You remind me a lot of Clarise, the first girl that I ever had sex with. She was always a juicy little pumpkin, always wet and runny, always thrilled when a long, hard tongue played with her puss."
"Yes, a long hard tongue...." Elizabeth moaned. "Put it in me again, Cathy darling. Show me how much you love my cunt. Show me with your mouth and your tongue and your lips and fingers. Do it to me so hard that I can't stand it any longer."
She sucked in a breathful of air, her eyes opening, her long lashes flipping back and forth, her neck tilting to the side as her head leaned gently on her shoulders. She spread her legs wide apart and then she reached out with her hands and patted Catherine's face. By now Catherine was sitting up on the bed on all fours, like a dog, her neck craned, her head stretched, her tongue darting beautifully out of her warm little mouth. I watched as her nostrils flared. She was sniffing something. What?? What was it that she was sniffing so hard?? What was the aroma that was literally making her mouth drool with excitement? I closed my eyes for a second and tried to think back, tried to recall the pleasure of my first encounter with Elizabeth. On that occasion, as during each of our subsequent encounters, I had marveled at the sweetness of her excited vulva, at the sheer culinary delight of her drooling pussy, at the heavenly aroma of her naked sexual genitalia.
"You smell so wonderful down there," I could hear Catherine whisper. "You drive me wild with that sweet love hole of yours. It's been so long since I've gone down on another woman. It's been so long since my mouth has tasted such heavenly snatch."
"Do you like it better than a man's cock?" Elizabeth asked, stroking Catherine's silky black hair with her hands. "Which would you rather do, Cathy? If you had a choice between sucking a big dick and tonguing a mouthwatering pussy like mine-which would you rather do?"
Catherine thought for a second and then shook her head. She said that it was a hard choice to make as she was fond of both forms of sex and did not want to choose one in preference over another.
"I'll get it when I can," she whispered and without so much as a word of warning she reached up and grabbed Elizabeth around the waist and pulled her down on the bed. They rolled around on the covers for a second, giggling and laughing like two schoolgirls, flesh burning against flesh, hands groping for pleasure, mouths kissing tenderly, teeth biting, tongues licking excitedly.
"You have such wonderful little bubbies." Catherine whispered.
"They're smaller than yours," the girl replied. "But they really get turned on when they're being kissed, when a pair of hands are stroking them, when a pair of fingers are squeezing and caressing them."
"You suck my boobs and I'll do the same for yours," Catherine whispered obscenely.
"It's a deal." Elizabeth laughed.
Before another second elapsed, the room was filled with the sound of slurping tongues. The two of them were going at it hot and heavy, Catherine sucking on Elizabeth's nipples, Elizabeth biting Catherine's hot mammaries. Their hands too were busily at work, each fingering the other. And from the way they were doing it, the easy manner with which they touched each other's heat, it was quite obvious that they had become quite familiar with one another in the last couple of days, that this was not the first or second time that they had gone to bed with one another.
"Ohhhhhhhhh...." my wife moaned ecstatically.
"Ummmmmmmmm, yes," Elizabeth replied. "Very, very nice."
"Did you bring the thing?" Catherine asked, her palm nestled against her lover's sex box.
"Yes, it's in the bag over there. Shall I do you with it now, or would you prefer my tongue?"
"The machine," Catherine replied. "I'm in the mood for it."
There was a large white box on the night table near the bed and while I had noticed it before, I had just thought that it contained either cosmetics or clothes or some such thing that Catherine had forgotten to pack away in her ardor for my niece Elizabeth's sexy young body. As it turned out, this box contained a plastic bag and the plastic bag contained an enormous twelve-inch vibrator, one that was equipped with not one but two erect heads. God, it was a life-like thing. From where I was standing, it looked almost real as though it had been removed from some man's body and would now be used by the two woman whenever they wanted it
"This is a wonderful little model I bought yesterday at a sex shop in downtown Hartford," Elizabeth explained. "It cost me twenty-nine ninety-five, but it has built-in safety features, and of course," she paused for a second, "and of course it has this special feature, two heads."
"Yummy," Catherine drooled. "Are you going to stuff both of them up my hole?"
"No, I've got a better idea," Elizabeth laughed. "What??"
"You'll see darling," Elizabeth replied. "Just trust me and you won't be disappointed."
"Yes, I'll trust you. What do you want me to do?"
"Lie down on the bed."
"Like this?"
"Yes, that's perfect."
"Now what?" Catherine asked.
"Spread your legs and draw in your knees."
"Like this?"
"Beautiful," Elizabeth smiled. She then took the vibrator, and after kissing each of the appendages, she very dexterously stuffed one deep into Catherine's moist vaginal orifice. I watched as Catherine sucked in a mouthful of air, as her body suddenly tensed when the intruder entered her love hole. What would she do with the other head? I wondered. It was quite malleable, made of a soft plastic or rubber and shaped like a thick, heavy bullet.
"Now what?" Catherine asked.
"Lift up your ass," my niece replied.
"My ass? What are you going to do?" Catherine asked almost incredulously. "You're not going to ... P"
"Just lift up your ass and don't ask so many questions," Elizabeth commanded.
"But it's so big."
"Don't you like it big??"
"But in my ass?"
"Don't you like getting fucked in the ass?"
"Um, yes...." my wife crooned and then did as Elizabeth ordered, lifting up her buttocks, raising them off the bed as my niece shoved the second head of the black vibrator into her rosy-colored anal orifice. Now that both ends were in, she bent over and kissed Catherine on the mouth.
"Lie back darling and relax," Elizabeth smiled. "I'm going to send you off on a trip."
"Whoopeeeee...." Catherine cried out as Elizabeth pushed the electric button. The thing began to buzz and shake violently, Elizabeth very gently moving it back and forth to simulate the motions of a thrusting cock. Meanwhile Catherine was beginning to shake, her hips gyrating madly, her ass heaving back and forth, her loins closing together tightly, as though she did not want to lose the enormous tool that was even at that moment pounding away at her runny cunt, at the moist insides of her vaginal cavity.
"Shove it in deeper," Catherine begged. "Put it all the way up. Give me the whole thing."
"You sure you can handle it, baby?"
"Sure," Catherine cried. "I like it long and hard and exciting."
"Then here goes," Elizabeth whispered, and she shoved it in deeper. "How does your ass feel?"
"Like I'm not going to sit for about a week," Catherine laughed.
"Don't you like getting fucked in the ass?" my niece asked. "I just love it when Si ... when a man puts his hot cock up my asshole."
I suddenly began to tremble. Elizabeth had almost inadvertently said Simon, my name. She had almost given our secret away. Luckily she had caught herself in time. Catherine appeared not to have heard the blunder, so thrilled was she by what was happening to her, so thrilled was she by the rotating action of the two vibrator heads.
"Ride 'em cowgirl," Elizabeth laughed. "You really look like you're having a good time. It makes me jealous. I wish I had something to play with myself. God, but I could use a hard prick up my pussy."
I don't know exactly what it was. Maybe it was the words that she said or the way she said them, or the sight of that machine digging away at my wife's hungry vulva. But suddenly I was on fire. I couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't control the incredible sexual urge that was building in my body.
I suddenly grabbed my throbbing hard prick in the palms of my hands and I began to massage it ever so gently, watching the two women all the while as I beat the hot meat, as I ran my hands up and down its erect surface. My balls were beginning to tingle, my head was beginning to spin with wild, feverish delight.
Suddenly my elbow smashed against the wooden door. It was an accident, I assure you. I had not wanted to alert the two women of my presence, had not wanted them to know that I was watching their strange sexual practices. But in the heat of the moment, my arm slipped and the door went crashing open. I don't know who made a funnier specimen, me with my dick in my hands or Catherine and Elizabeth sitting there on the bed, playing with their electric machine and with each other.
For a second the three of us looked at one another, like little children caught in a mischievous act. The damn vibrator was still (hilling away, but Catherine seemed not to notice it, her eyes fixed intently on my enormous phallus, her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth in a strangely erotic manner.
"You were watching?" Catherine asked softly.
"Yes," I nodded.
"How long?"
"A few minutes."
"It looks like he was doing more than just watching," Elizabeth suddenly intervened. "It looks like he was getting his jollies out there peeking through the door. Look at that big piece of meat of his."
"Yummy," Catherine whispered. "It's a good hard cock."
"You were playing with it, weren't you?" Elizabeth laughed. "Just like a naughty little boy. You were masturbating out there while I was frigging Aunt Cathy's pussy with this electric machine."
I nodded
"Why didn't you knock like a gentleman and come in?"
"I don't know."
I'll bet that you'd just love to join us," Liz whispered. "Yes," I replied. "It sounds like a swell idea."
"Then drop your pants and hop aboard." Which is exactly what I proceeded to do.