Anonymous - Confessions of an Author

How often I put my member and my tongue at the sisters' disposal I cannot honestly say. One thing is for sure … none of us was shortchanged. The greatest excitement I could give the girls was when I laid myself on top of one, bit the nipples of the other and went with my fingers up their beautiful behinds. And the girls taught me how I could excite the female parts with my tongue and I must admit that I thought it a quite charming pastime. I reached a sexual climax when, under the influence of my mouth, the girl's body started to quiver and quake. But I never allowed either one of the girls to take my member in her mouth. I did not mind them kissing it, especially not after it became difficult to get an erection.

That first afternoon in my home had brought the three of us so close together that we decided to become friends. Our sexual bouts had awakened our mutual spiritual love. To make it more comfortable for us I had decided to furnish the studio especially for our meetings. The wall-to-wall carpets were soft and thick, and the couches could easily be pulled together to make a large double bed. And, I also had large thick pillows. The girls had told me that delight could be increased by raising to a certain height. And that was how high the pillows were.

It is amazing that the girls did not lose one whit of their freshness and firmness — even their breasts remained full and firm — despite the regular small and large orgies we organized every Wednesday and Saturday afternoons. They took very good care of their bodies.

Of course, by that time I was very well aware of the fact that I had not been the only man in their lives with whom they had been cavorting simultaneously. And among my predecessors must have been a few who knew some very exciting tricks, because not one get-together would go by without the girls teaching me something new of which I had never dreamt before. And it was always for the three of us. My past did not bother me at all. I was in love and they loved me in turn.

Since Elly had remarked once that it ought to be incredibly exciting if we were to pee upon one another, I had decided to have the studio fully covered with a waterproof soft cloth. Why shouldn't we try and find out if there was any excitement to it?

The lukewarm fountains with which we sprayed one another excited us so greatly that we rolled around in the moisture as if possessed by the heady aroma of the female urine. When people are in love with each other, there is really nothing which is disgusting to them and hardly anything which they are not willing to do. Even though our bodies were wet with urine we kissed and licked each other incessantly and passionately. On another day, Elly wanted to try something very special for herself and me and she allowed me to plunge my member into her behind. At first we met with some difficulty but, after having used some oil it became easy. Once I had penetrated up to 'the hilt, I was in the grip of the strongest sensation I had ever had, and I needed all my power of concentration to remain calm. But Elly seemed to experience similar strong feelings, she moaned, groaned and twisted. Then I noticed that Lotte was giving her sister's little pussy a thorough workout with her tongue while I was enjoying Elly from the rear.

One thing was remarkable throughout the duration of my affair with the two sisters: neither of the two girls, nor I, ever experienced any sobering up after the act. Whenever we had reached a climax, we would start to kiss and neck all over again till either my member or my tongue, or both, would be ready for action again.

The least we did was cuddle close together and kiss. Of course, I realize that one needs the strength of youth and I don't believe that an older man of let us say, forty, would be capable of spending an entire afternoon playing the most daring games of love. But we lived our life of love and games, permeated with pure sensual pleasures, and on Wednesday eves we longed for the Saturday afternoons; the Saturday eves we looked forward to the noontime of Wednesday. And sometimes the waiting was too difficult for me and the girls, causing us to sneak in a few stolen hours from the days between.

We met frequently in public places or at someone's social gathering, and we got a secret pleasure out of being introduced formally on such occasions, pretending that we had never met before. It never happened that one of the girls came to see me alone, not even when either one of them would have their periodic troubles coinciding with our regular meeting days. Once we talked very seriously about our future together, and the girls unanimously declared that they did not think about getting married. They had proof enough that it was possible for both of them to have one and the same friend with whom they could share their sensual pleasures. But to find a man who would marry one of them and divide his sensual pleasures and duties equally with both of them presented difficulties. “How long would he be capable of making love to both of us — and there is no man alive with enough courage to ask one, two or more good-looking friends to help him out when he has become too weakened to handle us all by himself?”

Frankly I was surprised by their reasoning, which was stated as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The girls threw their naked arms around my neck and pressed their voluptuous breasts against me. Kissing me, they admitted that once they did have two lovers at the same time; as a matter of fact, it had been their first lovers and the four of them making love together had never led to any trouble at all. I must admit that the girls had less prejudices than I, because their confession gave me a feeling that I had never had before: a sort of jealousy caused by hurt vanity, a questioning of my own virility. I had fully believed the girls' assurances that they had never, never loved anybody as much as they had loved me, that they had never given themselves so completely and without any reservation, and now I suddenly discovered that behind their love for me lurked an intense desire. I could not possibly be mistaken: lovemaking with four must have been more exciting for the girls and have given the man greater satisfaction.

They noticed that I had become pensive and tried their best to dispel the impression which their confessions had made upon me with flattery and kisses. But it was impossible for me to recover the “lost innocence” of our games. I pulled the girls close to me and asked them very seriously, “But don't you want to get married?” They pressed their hot cheeks against my shoulders, embraced me tightly, but remained silent. “I am serious, I love you two, you should know that by now!” They kneeled before me, passionately covered my body with hot kisses. Then they jumped up and laughed.

Elly squatted in the middle of the studio on the rug and the gorgeous sight of her in this inviting position was so breathtaking that I forgot everything else. I could not take my eyes off her beautiful nudity. I ran toward her, kneeled next to her and kissed the tears off her cheek. I felt her tremble all over.

Suddenly she looked at me and said, “No, my friend, it would be disastrous! You are so nice. But a marriage would drive us apart. Think of the thousand and one little considerations, the innumerable slights and the many, many hurt feelings the one who is not chosen to be your wife has to undergo.

“But one does not get married for sex only!”

“No, no … I cannot leave Lotte alone, and neither can she be without me!”

I was still sitting next to Elly on the rug.

“We love you dearly,” she said, “can't you feel that? And you should love us, as long as you can …”

She suddenly pulled me toward her and threw her legs around me.

When I penetrated her deeply and with hot passion, she called out while gasping for breath, “We're for making love, not for getting married …. Lotte!”