“Darling-you're taking a hell of a chance! I was randy to start with, now I'm nearly boiling over- you could get scalded! By the way-do you want to pee before we lock the door for the night? You should-sex is better with an empty bladder and you don't want to have to get up in the middle of the night. Off you go!”
“I suppose I could manage a few drops.” I covered my nakedness and went to the toilet. As I passed Jane's door on the way back, I hesitated, then decided I ought to look in on her. I opened her door and poked my head inside. She was sitting up in bed reading.
“Came to tuck you up, darling,” I said, going over to her. “Not sleepy yet?”
“I was just going to lie down,” she answered, putting her book on the bed-side table.
“I can tuck you up, then?”
“If you want to.”
“Of course I want to, darling whatever made you think I didn't?” And whatever made me choose those words? I mentally kicked myself.
“Oh, I–I just thought you didn't have time for me.” She kept her face averted as she slid down under the covers.
“I've got all the time in the world for my own little Jane. I love you.” I pulled the clothes up to her chin, but she pushed them down again to her waist.
“Do you-really?”
“You know I do.” I sat on the bed and leaned over her. “I love you very much, and don't you ever think otherwise.”
I looked down at the pool of blonde hair surrounding her pretty face, her swan-like neck and the young buds of her breasts, glowing palely through her thin nylon nightie.
“All of you, my darling.”
“Kiss me good-night, then.”
I bent and kissed her; her arms went round my neck and she pulled her head hack to look up at me.
“Hold me as well-tight!” I slipped my arms under her back and pressed her to me as our lips met. Then my heart was suddenly thundering as she started to suck on my mouth, tongue flicking across my lips, trying to get between them. I started to pull away, but she clung to me. I managed to pull my head back.
“No, darling-no,” I panted. “We mustn't…”
“Darling,” she whispered, in a tone I had never heard from her before. It had the depth of passion in it that only a woman's should have. “Darling,” she whispered again, as she stifled my protests with her mouth.
She knows, I thought. She knows all about Stella and I She saw everything that went on down on the beach this afternoon. If I try to be firm with her, it will all come out. What will I say to her? What can I say? Whatever it was, it could only make things worse. My own daughter would be accusing me of being a lesbian!
No, I couldn't face that. Let me get over this week and it will give me time to think while she's away at school. I let her go on kissing; even when her tongue forced its way between my lips and licked around inside.
I didn't move as her arms slipped from my neck and her hands fumbled at the front of my waist, undoing the sash of my negligee and pulling it open. Her hands went inside to cup my breasts and I stifled a moan of shame as she gently pinched the nipples. The whole time her mouth never left mine for a second, constantly sucking.
Then she was reaching down between us, pulling her nightie up to her neck. Finally, her hands went inside my negligee, her arms this time going right round my back and pulling me hard down so that my bared breasts were flattened against hers.
We lay there like that for what seemed ages: I felt our nipples in full erection, hot and pulsing on our heaving breasts. And all the time her mouth kept sucking on my lips. Her hands wandered down to my bottom, stroked over the cheeks, taut with the position of half sitting and half laying over her. She squeezed hard, stroked down one hip and along my thigh. I tensed as her fingers traced tingling lines back up the thigh and stopped near the top, moved inwards across the lower part of my stomach, paused at the pubic hair.
Surely I couldn't allow this, I thought, no matter what the cost. I steeled myself for her next move, then almost went limp with relief as her hand moved away from the danger area. She made me gasp with a hug and then she had pulled her head back and released me.
I stood up shakily; both of us were breathing heavily and I saw her little nipples erect and dark pink with her emotion. She pulled her nightie down and I re-tied the sash at my waist.
“Good-night, now,” she said huskily, sliding between the sheets. “Good-night, darling.” I waited for her to add “mummy,” but she didn't.
“Good-night, Jane.” I almost choked, as I switched off her light and left the room. I had almost closed the door when she called “Mummy.”
“Yes, dear?”
“We don't want to disturb Stella-will you come to my room to give me my cuddle in the morning, please?”
Now I was getting my orders! I heaved a sigh of resignation.
“Yes. Jane.”
“And mummy! You won't dress until afterwards, will you? Just your nightie will do.”
“Yes Jane!”
I closed the door and leaned against the jamb with my head spinning. Where was this all going to end? How was it all going to end? Yes, Jane; no Jane-three bags full, Jane!
CHAPTER NINE
“Where the heck have you been?”
Stella was lying curled up in bed with a book, but I noticed she had done her hair and made her face up, as I had.
“I'll give you three guesses!”
“Jane? I thought so. Don't tell me you've had it out?” Stella put down her book.
“No-it might have been better if we had, at that.” I told her what had happened in Jane's room and my orders for the morning. “She must have seen everything we did on the beach; even though we didn't dive between each other's legs, I think she has sufficient knowledge to know what we're up to.”
“And that she wants some, too, and now has the means to cash in on it?”
“I think so-I'm afraid so. But I can't, Stella-my own daughter! Do you think she'll want to-to…” I couldn't finish the sentence.
“Go the whole hog? I don't know, Rita-it depends on the extent of her knowledge in those matters. I'm afraid she'll probably want to touch-even if it's just natural instinct.”
“I've explained how babies are made-roughly; I was very careful to point out that the man and woman were married first. She knows nothing about what two women might do together, as far as I know.”
“Well, there you are-as far as you know! I think you ought to be prepared for the worst and decide beforehand what you're going to do if it comes to it. What would you do? You wouldn't go through with it, would you?”
“You mean let her…?” I shivered. “No-that's out! If only we could get over this week, it may have faded in her mind by the time she comes home for the next holidays-or I could at least have thought up something fairly plausible in the meantime.”
“What about the morning-I take it you'll let her have her cuddle?”
“Yes-I promised. If she tries to go any further than she did tonight, though, I shall have to stop it.”
“Tell you what-I'll give you, say, ten minutes.” She thought for a moment. “Yes-I'll get up with you and make some tea and that'll give me an excuse to break it up. Now, forget all about it for tonight and come over here.”
I went over and stood beside the bed, stripped off the negligee and drew a whistle from Stella as she looked at my breasts.
“Those sexy nipples of yours give you away every time! Open your legs.” I obeyed and she reached out to feel between them. “There, too-all lovely and wet!” She leaned up on one elbow and the clothes slipped down to her waist.
“Talk about my nipples being sexy-have you looked at your own lately?” They were as erect as mine.
“'Well, as a matter of fact, I've been rubbing them while I was waiting for you. It's just as well you're all nice and sexy, because tonight, you're in for it!”
“Oh? What are you going to do to me this time? Whip me?”
“No-but I'll keep it in mind!”
“You wouldn't beat me, would you?”
“Oh, I don't know.” Stella gave me a long, calculating look. “I wonder how you'd take it?”
“You used to have your bottom smacked by Rose how did you take it?”
“Sometimes with the stiff upper lip, sometimes noisily — like when I went back to her flat half-cut! I smacked her a few times, too-so I know how to do it!”
“How did she take it?”
“Always stoically, our Rose; always stoically! But then, when she was smacked, it was always by mutual agreement-and for love! But we're getting away from the subject.”
“Oh, yes-I'm 'in for it'! I'm not going to be whipped — so what is it?”
“This!!!” And without any further preliminaries, she threw back the bedclothes.
“Stella!” I almost screamed.
She reclined back on her elbows and there, jutting straight up from the base of her belly, was a huge, flesh-coloured dildo!
“Was-was that what was in the parcel?”
“That's right. Rose sent it before she left for Paris.”
“So that's why you were so secretive about it-and the telegram!”
“Yes-and now you can guess what I went back and whispered to her about before we left her flat. The only thing I was afraid of was that it wouldn't arrive before the week-end. I'll show you her wire, now.”
Stella got off the bed and went for her handbag. I watched with more than a little trepidation, the ponderous sway of the dildo as she walked; it looked a formidable weapon!
“Here we are.” She came back and handed me the yellow envelope.
I took out the message form:
ARRIVED SAFELY STOP DESPATCHED FRED BEFORE LEAVING STOP HOPE HE ARRIVES IN TIME STOP FEED HIM THE USUAL WITH WARM MILK STOP BEST OF LUCK TO RITA STOP REGARDS ROSE.
I put the wire down and knelt to inspect “Fred.” Stella had it strapped tightly to her-one strap going round her hips and across her buttocks, meeting in the middle to hold another one which dipped into the cleft of her behind and passed down between her thighs. Two more straps went round the top of each thigh, all of them connected to a thick rubber base that fitted snugly over her mount. The actual shaft itself thrust out from this base and just below where it joined, dangling between Stella's thighs was a rubber bulb about the size and thickness of the bulb on my douche.
The “penis” was an exact replica of the real thing, even to the blue veins that bulge on a man's when in full erection. Gingerly, I felt at it; closed my hand round it; rubbed it up and down and found that it was of very hard rubber, but with a “skin” of softer rubber covering it. This stretched from the base to the edge of the knob, giving the impression of the skin having been peeled back from the big, purplish head. The whole thing was very life-like, in fact — slightly larger and somewhat harder than life!
“Well?” What do you think?” Stella stood obligingly while I inspected her “super-structure.”
“Gosh! I don't quite know. It's beautifully made but it's so big!”
“Think you'll be able to take it?”
“I–I've only ever had Phil's, and it's much larger than his.”
“You've had a baby, though — that stretches the channel quite a bit, doesn't it?”
“Yes, but it mostly goes back to normal afterwards; even Phil's isn't loose in me.” I looked down at “Fred” again and took him in my hand; Stella moved her hips back and forth.
“How do you like wanking me, darling?”
“How does it feel?” I laughed.
“Great! I'll come in a minute if you're not careful!”
“Does he go all slack and shrivel up, then?”
“That's one thing he has over a man-he's always ready for more!”
“I presume the warm milk is for this?” I pointed to the bulb.
Stella put a hand between her thighs and gave the empty bulb a squeeze.
“They're my balls, darling, and, like a man, they have spunk! You like the feel of your husband's going in, don't you?”
“Hm, yes, I suppose I do-especially when I'm having an orgasm myself at the same time, it seems to prolong it.”
Stella strutted about the room, the dildo swaying heavily from her loins. I watched her for a while, imagining what it might feel like to have it up me. The thought was exciting, if a little frightening.
“You'd better go and warm some milk, Rita-I'd hate to bump into Jane wearing this thing and I don't want to have to take the whole thing off again.”
“You're determined to do me with it, then?”
“Don't you want me to, darling?”
I looked at the incongruity of the big dildo jutting out from her pelvis, then up at the glorious breasts above. Suddenly, I had a lust for her to take me with it, whether she hurt me or not.
“How much milk should I heat?” I said quietly and saw her smile as I put on the negligee again.
“About a half-cupful will do. Don't boil it, of course, but make it fairly hot to allow for coolage.”
I went out to the kitchen and prepared the milk, finding a small jug with a spout on it.
When I got back to the bedroom, Stella had undone one of the straps about her thigh. She tested the temperature of the milk with a finger-tip and then pulled the rubber base out from her pube. There was the rounded head of a stopper at the back of the pad. She pulled this out and I carefully poured most of the milk into the hole. She put the stopper back and fastened the strap.
“There-that's my balls charged!” She gave the bulb a gentle squeeze and I jumped back out of range as a small jet of milk squirted out of the “eye” of the knob. “All ready for action! Here-feel.”
I felt at the bulb between her legs, it was warm, now, a little above body heat. Looking at it still with misgivings, I once more stripped off my negligee and went over to the bed.
“How do you want to do it?”
“Like a man would, of course! Try it on your back first-we can go in for variations when you're more used to it.” She came over to me. “Ooh!” She grabbed the “penis” and pulled it out a little way.
“What's the matter?”
“Well, this was made by a master; it's so designed to enable both parties to achieve orgasm. That little stopper which holds the milk in also has an even more interesting function. You may have noticed how it bulged and that the top was slightly roughened; this is because that stopper fits right over the clitoris, and, as one woman receives, the other is having her clitty constantly rubbed by the movement and if she's clever and times it properly, the two spend together. Actually, it almost obviates the double one.”
“Yes-two cocks attached to straps. The 'doer' inserts one in her own cunt first.then straps it on and shoves the other one up the 'doee.' You can get them made as one big prick with two heads: both women strap them on and work themselves on them. Rose and I preferred this model, though.”
“You've had this one before, then?”
“Oh, rather-Fred and I are old friends!”
I climbed on the bed and lay on my back, spreading my legs well and opening myself as much as possible to accommodate the big dildo.
“If you manage to spend at the same time as me will you have the strength to press the bulb?”
“Anxious?” she laughed. “No, darling-one doesn't want to have to mess about feeling between her legs for a bulb when she is having an orgasm. But as I said this was made by a master. This bulb has a certain rigidity and won't flop about like the old ones; all I have to do is press my thighs together-see?” She pressed her thighs together and opened them again quickly, as another little jet of milk shot out of the knob-head.
“Ouch!” I didn't move fast enough that time and the milk splashed on my stomach. “I hope it'll be cool enough by the time I get it inside me-that was a little too hot for comfort!”
“Don't worry — it'll be splashing about inside the balls while I'm fucking you; it'll soon be cool enough for your tender little vagina!” She got on to the bed and felt between m
y legs. “Hm. Your juices have stopped flowing, my sweet.”
“Am I dry there already?”
“Not completely, but you'll need a lot to help this thing up you.” She knelt over my thighs and bent double. “We'll soon put that right.”
Then her mouth was pressed to my slit, sucking and tonguing me until I had to push her away.
“Hey-you don't want me spending before you even get that great thing in me, do you? I must be almost flooded out down there!”
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