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there, but with a beautiful stretch of sand ending in abrupt rocks. Our
lodgings were but small; a sitting-room and bedroom above a shop, and
two rooms over that. I slept in the small back room off the sitting-room,
my mother had the front upper room, and my two sisters were in the
room beside her, with only a thin partition between them, so we found
ourselves obliged to seek for some outside place to enjoy the erotic
pleasures that had now become necessary to us. Very few visitors ever
came near the retired little village. In our explorations we found that at
the far end of the sands there were some nice retired spots behind the
rocks, which soon became the scenes of our sensual enjoyments. The
place was more than a mile from the village, and we could see if any one
was coming towards us for the whole distance; but still as we might
forget how fast time flies, we prudently established either one or the
other of my sisters as a sentinel to give us warning if any one was
approaching. So I took them in turn, laid them down, had a mutual
gamahuche, and then a fuck; after which the previous watcher took the
place of the one just fucked, and the same process was followed in her
case. We had done this for three days, and were congratulating ourselves
upon having found out so safe a place to indulge all our propensities in.
We always spent the mornings with mamma, who kept us so far to our
lessons, but after our midday meal, which mamma also made her dinner
hour, she retired for a siesta, and we went out for a long walk and
something better. I have said we fully enjoyed the first three days
without any apparent chance of discovery. On the fourth, while Lizzie
was on the watch in front, and Mary and I after a delicious gamahuche
had just died away in all the ecstasies of a prolonged fuck up to the
moment of discharge, and I was saying to her—
"Did not that feel delicious, and was it not up to the hilt?''
"I should think so, with such a rammer as that up her cunt," said a
strange voice close to us.
You may easily suppose how we startled with surprise.
"Oh, don't do that, I did not mean to spoil sport," said the same voice.
It was a very gentlemanly man, with a soft quiet voice, and charming
amiable expression of countenance, who stood smiling upon us close to
our side, with his breeches open, and his standing pego in his hand. So