That night, after we returned from dinner and Aunt Jane took my hand and led me upstairs to her room, I discovered something profound about myself. Throughout my years in college knowing bisexual girls and lesbians, I never took advantage of the many opportunities I had to make love with another girl. To me, I felt like it would have been a statement that I was against men, or wasn't interested in men -- or something like that. But now, having spent one of the most glorious nights of my life having sex and making love with my Aunt Jane, I completely understood what I'd been told over and over again. And that was, a woman can make love to another woman much better than a man can.
Now, I admit there's no substitute for the feel of an actual hard, warm erection inside you. I love that feel -- the feeling of a man's cock filling me up, moving in and out of me, throbbing and reacting to the way I move and the way I squeeze him. Yes, I love having a cock in me, and it doesn't even matter to me if I don't orgasm while he's in me. It's the whole idea of having a man's cock inside my body that helps me get off.
But, the way Aunt Jane touched, licked, sucked and caressed my whole body that night, brought me the most satisfying and complete orgasms I've ever experienced in my whole life. She knew exactly where to touch...... how soft and how hard.
When we were kissing, for example, she gently ran her fingers around the back of my neck, and up behind my ears, giving me goose bumps and launching feelings in me I'd never felt with a man.
When she touched my pussy, she used just one finger for the longest time, just barely penetrating me. It wasn't the forceful 'jab-jab' touch of a man, but instead it was the tender caressing of a woman who knew how to bring another woman along. She knew exactly where my G-spot was and how to touch me there. I loved the way she brushed her fingertips over my clit and around the sides -- she never once got too rough, and the whole time she touched my pussy, I kept wanting to open my legs even more than I already was to give her the room she needed.
I can even remember lying on my back with my legs stretched out in a wide open "V" praying she'd keep kissing me and licking me down there. Climax after climax thundered through my body as she fingered me and nibbled away at my clit. I lost track of how many orgasms I had after the fifth one, and I was in a hallucinating state of total bliss -- content to just lie there like a limp rag doll as she did things to me.
So, yes, I love the feel of a cock in me and I won't ever give that up. But, now that I know how it can be between two women, I don't think I could ever live without that kind of satisfaction in my life at least once in a while.
So, as we lie in bed together that night after our marathon sex session, Aunt Jane stroked my hair and told me stories about what she, Mom and Daddy would do in bed. She went into incredible detail as I snuggled into her arms in the wee hours of the morning, lying there in the total darkness of her bedroom listening to her. She told me all about making love as a threesome, who liked what and who did what.
"Your father," Aunt Jane told me, "is a very talented man in the bedroom, Emma. Your mother and I trained him for years and I promise he'd be able to make you feel things no other man could ever do."
"I don't want to pressure you," she added, "but you being with us next month would be such a gracious gift for him..... one that he so badly needs.... and one he deserves."
"But," I said, pulling myself out of her arms and sitting up in the bed next to her, "I'm his child, Aunt Jane!"
"How's he going to feel with his own child basically dominating him, humiliating him, embarrassing him, seeing him naked, dressing him up and all those other things like using a strap-on on him, spanking him -- all that?" I asked. "How's he going to react to his own child doing those things to him?"
"First," Aunt Jane answered, "you'll start out playing the part of your mother -- doing the same things she would be doing to him if she were still alive. I have some of her clothes and lingerie here, and, I have some of her make-up and perfume, too. We can do your hair just like she used to wear it and believe me, when I say you look just like your mother used to look when we were in college, I mean that as the honest truth."
"So, for the first few hours, you'd just do exactly what she would have done." Aunt Jane said, confidently. "After that, once he's had his warm up and accepted the situation, then you could start being you -- his daughter."
"And second," she added, "we simply won't allow him not to accept you being there."
"I know exactly what to say and what to do in the first ten minutes after he walks through my door," Aunt Jane explained, "and I'm absolutely confident by the end of that ten minutes, he won't fuss a bit. His humiliation and embarrassment will be so high, we'll have him eating out of our hands before you know it."
"And once he's been broken and gone through his little warm-up routine," she said, reaching out to put her hand in mine, "you'll see your father change into another man. A man you've never known before, Emma...... the man your mother and I fell in love with."
"And if your plan backfires and he ends up mad at both of us? What happens then?" I asked.
"Sweetie," she said, sitting up next to me and pulling me into her chest, "if that happens, I give you my word I'll talk to him, calm him down and tell him it was my idea. I'll tell him I coerced you to do it. I promise I'll make it right and patch everything up between all of us."
"I'm confident this will work." She said, as she lay back on the bed, pulling me with her. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life."
I cuddled up against her, enjoying the content feeling that filled my body as she held me. Neither one of us said anything for the longest time. I was overwhelmed with confusion about what to do, and after several minutes of absolute silence, I found myself bending down to take her nipple between my lips and began to gently suck her. Without even thinking, I began to run my hand up and down her side, from the side of her breast down past her hips to the top of her thigh.
I felt her hand move to the back of my head, cradling my head as I suckled her, and before I knew what I'd done, I'd rubbed my way from her hip to her stomach and down between her legs. When I got close to her sex, she moaned and opened her legs to me, allowing me to trace my fingers up and down her wet lips and feeling the thick, slippery lubrication that had been seeping from her vagina.
"Okay." I whispered, as I pulled off her nipple just long enough to tell her I'd made my decision. "I'll do it."
I felt Aunt Jane's legs open wider and when they did, her pussy opened up to me and my finger slid easily through the folds of her sex. I held it still, gently pressing up into her G-spot, as I sucked each of her large breasts, alternating between them as I lovingly toyed with her pussy. She didn't say a word, not even to acknowledge that I'd made a decision. She just laid there and let me finger her.
An hour later, after I'd brought her to three orgasms, it was going on two in the morning. During that hour, I'd fingered her to one orgasm and licked her to another two. She was lying behind me, spooning against my body with one arm draped over me, and she was gently cradling one of my boobs.
"You're not surprised." I said, softly. "You knew I'd do it."
"Well, I hoped you would." Aunt Jane replied. "And once you see how happy it's going to make him and how much you enjoy it yourself, you'll be glad you did."
That's the last thing I remember her saying that night. I drifted off to sleep and slept like a baby until ten in the morning. When I woke up, she was smiling at me from her pillow and as soon as I saw her, I giggled and smiled back. She leaned over to kiss me, and our mouths met. I felt her hand moving between my legs, and..... we didn't get out of bed for another hour.
And so, that's how the next two days went. We watched all the old, nasty video tapes from their parties, looked at all of Daddy's naked pictures, caressed each other, made love and, of course, talked in detail about Daddy's visit.
By the time I left, we'd gone through every aspect of Daddy's visit either of us could think of. We planned out the first four hours down to the minute with the precision of a space shuttle launch. We knew who was going to say what and who was going to do what.
"Your mother always got to have his cock in her first." Aunt Jane told me. "So, you can have the same honor. That probably won't happen until after he's been here six hours, or so, but, it's worth the wait. Trust me on that."
We giggled together as she described how my first time with Daddy would be, emphasizing the fact that we should mimic what she, Mom and Daddy usually did by letting him undress me, and then lying on the bed with my legs wide open as I pulled my pussy lips apart. "Then," Aunt Jane said, "just let him do whatever he wants to do."
"He'll probably want to look at your pussy for a few minutes." She explained. "He loves that..... he'll get right down there between your legs and put his face six inches from you. Then, just be sweet and encourage him, and he'll take it from there. I'll sit back and watch until you guys are done."
We agreed I'd come two days before Daddy arrived. We'd go get waxed, get our nails done, get my hair fixed just like Mom used to wear her hair and then go shopping. She wanted to take me to the adult toy store they used to go to and said she'd treat me to some new lingerie. Of course, she said we'd have to spend some quality time together, and I knew exactly what that meant, and I was in complete agreement!
She told me Daddy would probably arrive close to 10:00 AM. He'd leave Topeka around five in the morning, and typically would make it to St. Louis in five hours, give or take a few minutes.
So, to make a long story short, I left St. Louis and went home, spending the next few weeks wondering if I'd made the right decision. I talked with Aunt Jane over the phone several times, and when the day came for me to get on a plane and go back to Aunt Jane's house, I was a total bundle of nerves, second guessing my decision on an hourly basis. Of course, Aunt Jane put all my fears to rest once she picked me up at the airport, took me to her house and sat me down to talk to me.
We spent our time having the most pleasurable sex I'd ever had in my life, shopping, and getting ready for Daddy to arrive. When the big day finally came, both of us woke up early that morning. We'd spent most of the previous night making love, giving each other several strong, earth shattering orgasms. Over the previous two days, I was getting the knack of how to use the strap-on, which was harder than I thought it would be. The simple act of thrusting your hips back and forth for ten minutes at a time was a completely foreign skill to me, and it took some doing to learn how to do it smoothly for long periods of time without getting tired.
