If you've read the first chapter of this story, you'll remember that my girlfriend Georgina admitted to being a member of a secret sex society, a commitment that had passed on to her from her dead husband. Membership meant that she had to hand over her 18-year old daughter Alice to be used by all the members. At the end of the last chapter, after I had taken Alice's virginity in preparation for this ordeal, we decided to refuse to take part.
This isn't a bonkfest, full of graphic detail phrased in very limited vocabulary. Sorry. If that's what you're after, I suggest you move on elsewhere now. Like the best erotic classics - not that I'd dare to compare my work with them - I believe in a degree of subtlety and in expecting readers to use a little imagination at times. I should also add a reminder, though it should hardly be necessary, that this is a work of fiction and the characters depicted and their activities are purely imaginary. Criticise my plot and my story-telling by all means, but there really isn't a lot of point in criticising the characters' morals. Even the Bible has some dubious people in it. For everyone else, enjoy.
*****
I've heard it said that fortune shines on the righteous. I'd never believed that myself - I've seen too many of the decidedly unrighteous doing quite well, thank you - but the way things turned out following the events described in the previous chapter have made me think again.
I woke the morning after Alice had surrendered her virginity to me feeling a lot less brave than when we'd agreed that we would resist the secret sex society that Georgiana found herself still committed to - it's called the
Brotherhood of St. Francis of Wycombe
, by the way, a reference to the infamous 18th century Hellfire Club. The man who ran it was a successful businessman and was, by all accounts, not far short of being a psychopath. I'd heard about a few people who had crossed him and they'd not come well out of it.
It was a high risk strategy but I began to try to think of ways in which we could strike back at him. Getting the tax authorities interested in his affairs was one possibility. People like that tend to resent paying taxes - their philosophy is that they've worked hard for their money and they have no intention of handing it over to support the workshy on state benefits. That makes them apt to cut corners and that gives them a vulnerability. I researched on the internet and came up with the name of someone who had worked for him for a while and who might be a disgruntled ex-employee. He was, but he'd only heard rumours about tax dodging and other short cuts that went on and had nothing concrete to help us.
I contacted a TV documentary maker who specialised in unmasking crooked businessmen. He was interested but, in the absence of upfront evidence, it would take a long time to bring about the result we wanted - and we had less than two weeks.
Then, with only a few days to go, the Panama Papers scandal burst; over 11 million leaked financial documents detailed how wealthy people hid their money and revealed offences such as money laundering, tax evasion, fraud, and evading international sanctions. Three of the names on the list just happened to be those of the leading lights of the Brotherhood. The next meeting - at which Alice was to have appeared - was suddenly cancelled, with urgent business meetings cited as the reason. The three men vanished, presumably to some country which wasn't bothered about extradition agreements, and haven't been heard of since. In their absence the Brotherhood crumbled. We were off the hook. Fortune had shone on us.
*****
That left Georgina, Alice and me having a wonderful time. Georgina had discovered that she really enjoyed sharing me with Alice. The jealousy she'd feared simply didn't arise. In her eyes, I was a gift she was able to give the daughter she loved, much as she would want to share a lottery win or a prize holiday with her. She wanted her daughter to have the best and, as far as she was concerned, I was at least close to it. If that weren't enough, she thrilled to the idea that Alice was experiencing all the things her own body experienced with me.
Of course, I worked hard to make sure that Georgina knew she was number one in my affections but that was a small price to pay for the delights of fucking both mother and daughter. It was an exciting experience. There were likenesses between them but surprising differences too and I took great delight in exploring them. To be blunt and crude, it doesn't come better than having two different cunts constantly available, side by side, one after the other. As for Alice, it turned out that she much preferred an older, more experienced man at this stage of her sexual development. She seemed distinctly unimpressed by guys of her own age group.
We got a Super King Size bed for the times when all three of us wanted to be together, but there were times when I would spend the night with just one of them. They would decide between them who it was to be and the decision was always made on a deeply loving basis. Sometimes they never let on to me who I would have in my bed that night and I only got to find out when the bedroom door opened. At times, though, one of them would slip me a little blue pill a while before bedtime, which was a sign that I was going to have a busy evening satisfying both of them.
You're going to wonder, I know, whether there was ever any sexual contact between Georgina and Alice. The answer is yes, but it started very tentatively and it took time to develop. To start off with, Georgina would lie beside us while I fucked Alice. She loved to watch my cock sliding into her daughter - the most beautiful sight she could imagine, she said. On the odd occasion she would take my cock in her hand and position it at Alice's tight entrance - she felt that that was really giving me to the young girl. She told me once that, if she sucked me to full erection first, it was as if she was creating the gift she was about to give to her daughter.
She loved watching Alice's face as she slipped into the ecstasy of orgasm and she would shower her with kisses and whisper sweet things in her ear. That started early on. Alice loved it too. It seemed to prolong the orgasm for her and, when the whispers turned more explicit, it had even been known to induce a second.
It was only a small step on to gentle caresses, running her fingertips over Alice's body, before, after and while I was fucking her. At first it was simply a gentle massage but it became more sexual when Georgina began to touch her daughter's breasts and nipples. She was fascinated by Alice's nipples, which were darker and more prominent than her own, despite Georgina's breasts being slightly larger. Georgina soon realised that Alice came more intensely if her nipples were stimulated while she was being fucked.
In fact, the two of them were fascinated by each other's bodies and they could spend ages studying each other in almost a non-sexual way, unafraid to ask deeply intimate questions of each other, but sometimes it was obvious that they found the answers arousing. Georgina loved the way in which Alice's inner labia peeked through the outer lips; her own outer labia met in a tight slit that revealed nothing and, indeed, her inner labia were tiny. When she parted her legs the open entrance to her body was revealed. Alice, in turn, found that enchanting.
'There's nothing to stop him sliding straight into you', she said on one occasion. 'The way you open up shows how much you want to fuck him.'
They loved to observe the effects of love-making on each other's bodies and the changes that arousal brought about. They would ask what the other was feeling and experiencing and the answers were often explicit. I sometimes found this a bit off-putting - it could make me feel as if I was simply a human dildo - but at other times it added to the eroticism.
Over time both Georgina and Alice became more adventurous with each other. They would hold each other open for me to penetrate, they began to explore between each other's legs, feeling the way the other was spread open around my cock, and in time that led to fingers touching clits. I would fuck one of them doggy fashion from behind, while the other lay beneath, able to watch from below as cock and cunt came together. Touching followed watching. The one beneath usually found it hard to resist masturbating, until eventually, of course, the one above took over the role of touching and licking the one below.
