I have already told you something about the orgy, which in fact started these memoirs, so I won't go into all of the details concerning this affair. Suffice it to tell you that at a certain moment I had to lay down my pen. The others present wanted me to participate in it also, so they made me join them.
They certainly didn't have too much trouble getting me to join, because at that time I was more than ready for it. My own memories having set my senses to fire.
Two of John's closest friends came over to me and without further preliminaries presented me their rock-hard huge dongs. I really don't know whether John or Delia selected their friends on behalf of their physical properties, but one thing is sure, they all have tremendous proportions when it comes to cocks. Not that I'm grumbling, mind you. If there is anything I like it is a fat prick, but I just wonder how all of the lesser endowed men are enjoying themselves. We seem to get all the donkeys, cock-wise that is, but there must be men walking around without baseball bats for pricks. But here in this house I have never seen them. It's all horse pricks around here. But the main thing as far as cocks are concerned is that the owners know how to use them. Even a less gigantic prick can work miracles for you if the owner uses it well. And a bull size prick won't satisfy any woman if the owner has no technique whatsoever.
Anyway, there I was with two of the best whoppers in the world right under the reach of my hands. What else and better could I do but take one in each of my hands and start masturbating them with long even strokes?
I don't know what they had been doing before they came up to me, but they must have been randy like mad. I can't have worked on their throbbing dicks longer than two minutes, when all of a sudden and quite unexpectedly at that, they came over my hands. In long gushes, they spurted their thick spunk over my hands, all that lovely spunk… wasted, and I would have longed to have it in my cunt. Needless to say, I was even more randy now and bringing my spunk-covered hands to my mouth I licked all traces of their generous outpouring away. Delighting in the lewdness of my act and at the same time getting more and more randy, I desperately needed something to calm my passions. Had I longed to be fucked with one of the stiff pokers only a minute ago, at this moment anything at all would have done to quench my lust. A tongue in my slit, teeth nibbling my blood congested clit, a quick but expert finger-fuck, a fat dong buried deep in my slit… anything… anything at all to make me come… properly… profoundly… lasciviously. But my two partners had different ideas about how to make me spend.
Not only did they want to make me come more breathtakingly and obscenely, they also wanted to supply the rest of the guests at the party with some lewd amusement. And at that time this party needed some new ideas to keep going. Everybody was getting a bit tired, so some excitement was dearly called for. And they were going to get it, this I knew as soon as I understood what they were up to.
Together they lifted me from the chair I had been sitting upon, writing these memoirs, and carried me to the center of the room. There under the eyes of everybody present they stood me with my back against a pillar and swiftly fastened my arms and legs around it with a pair of businesslike handcuffs. Fortunately they were velvet-lined, otherwise I may have hurt myself and damaged the skin of my wrists and ankles.
The way I was standing with my back against the pillar I was unable to move, but for the others present, my breasts, heaving belly and last but not least my cunt were beautifully exposed. Since my legs were pulled apart rather far my slit had opened completely and since I was still randy like hell, my sticky juices flowed down my legs. But I knew I was getting wetter still. Everybody had now grasped the idea and they were looking around and producing something to strike me with. The bastards were going to flog me. All of them, at the same time! And all of a sudden I discovered who had been behind all this. You probably have guessed it… yes, my little sister, Jean. The little bitch was walking around the room instructing everybody what to use on me and where to hit me. As for herself, up to now she was still bare-handed but I knew this wasn't going to last for long. She was certainly going to take part in the action herself when she felt like it. And knowing her and her tastes, I knew she wasn't going to be the most gentle of the lot.
The others had by now formed a half circle around me and in their hands they had the oddest assortment of flogging equipment you have ever seen. Leather belts of all sorts were there, but one could also see an occasional whip. A shower of blows fell upon my prostrated body, leaving red marks on every spot they fell. My shoulders, tits, belly, thighs. Streaks of pain raged through my body and unable to hold back, I cried out in agony when the tip of a thin leather belt landed exactly between my parted cunt lips. I felt like I was stuck with a red-hot iron in my most sensitive spot and I heard one of the women cry out in delight.
“I've done it,” she yelled, “I've done it. I've been aiming at her cunt from the start… her slimy wet cunt… and now I have hit her. Oh yes… that certainly made the little bitch jump. Just imagine what it must do to her. How much she must hurt there. But it sure makes me feel good. I feel terribly randy and hot. I think I have to stop now and frig myself till I come. Or maybe I should do better than that. I think I will frig her as well… masturbate her with three fingers… in her smarting cunt… so she will hurt even more…”
And she could not have been more right! She did as she had said and coming over to me she roughly pushed three stiff fingers in my smarting, dilating cunt. It did hurt all right, but she didn't pay any attention to my painful cry. She just took pleasure in her act and excited, she brought her other hand to her own slit. With her eyes fixed upon my cringing form she played, with me and herself as if there wasn't a prick in the world to satisfy her perverted tastes.
But in spite of my initial agony the pain slowly subsided and her fingers began to give me pleasure as well. It was the utmost of sado-erotic pleasures I had ever felt and together with the pleasure I felt at being sexually aroused, I wanted to be whipped again with a very strong urge I had not held possible.
Suddenly the woman frigging me and herself seemed to stiffen and a hot torrent of cunt juice spurted over her fingers. She had creamed like I was dying to cream, but she no longer paid any attention to me. She took her fingers away from my cunt without finishing me and exhausted, she fell down on the floor beside me. Over her head she must have seen my open, dripping wet slit. I was in utter rut and I terribly longed to be sucked by her. But my darling little sister once more ordered the others to continue whipping me.
“She hasn't come yet. It's still fun to whip her. She can still take delight in it. Whip her… whip her! Don't let her come back to her senses all the way.”
The others didn't hesitate to do as she said. They took too much delight in what they had been doing. Once more their blows landed on my body. Waves of pain mingled with an indescribable pleasure raged through my body, making me even more randy than before. My lusty feelings increased when I felt my former partner apply her mouth to my cunt and her tongue entered my slit all the way, as far as it would go.
The others stopped their whipping and looking up, I saw the reason for this. My sister was coming into action. And I had been right in thinking she wasn't going to be gentle about it either. She was brandishing a mean looking cat-of-nine-tails and I knew how much a thing like that could hurt when used in the proper way. I had used it on partners myself a couple of times and I still remember their cries when it hit them with all the force I could muster. The others stepped aside, giving the room to my sister.
While the bird between my legs kept her mouth glued to my cunt, my sister raised her arm and her blows with the cat followed each other in quick succession. She really made it sting, but by now I was too far gone to feel any real pain-the pain I would have felt when being not in the heat the way I was now… the sucking mouth on my slit… the whipping my sister dealt me. Needless to say I could not hold out very long. I had been tempted too long now. My body had to release itself in a creamy orgasm. And when it finally came, it hit me like a thunderstorm. With a cry, I abandoned my load of spunk in the mouth on my slit. But that wasn't all that happened. I will probably never know what made me go off like this, but at the same time I experienced my long awaited orgasm, I also emptied my bladder. Yes, I actually pissed in her mouth and the filthy bitch just loved it. She drank all of my urine she could hold in her mouth. Some of the stuff ran down her chin, wetting her breasts and belly.
The others, watching us were amazed and at the same time excited by our filthy act. They had long since stopped their flogging and thrown their belts and the like away. The men were frigging their bursting pricks or had themselves jacked off, and the same went for the women, but when they saw the conclusion of the whipping my sister had dealt me, they crowded around us crying out in excitement. The bursting pricks of the men seemed to harden even more and the already swollen cunt lips of the women seemed to pout in lust and passion.
All of the men clasped their hands around their dongs and the women opened their cunts with shaking fingers. They all began to masturbate again. Feverishly their hands and fingers were working on pricks and slits. A smell of cunt juice and spunk filled the room. One after the other had his or her orgasm. They all added to the lewdness of the scene and they did their best to let their spendings fall on the woman who was drinking my piss with so much delight.
I was so excited and exhausted I fainted after this and it took me some time to come back to my senses again.
When I regained consciousness again, I was lying on a couch and Delia was lovingly caressing my breast. My sister was nowhere around, for which I was grateful. Although she had given me exquisite pleasures I could not have stood the sight of her. I hoped the little bitch was getting her ass fucked off somewhere. I smiled weakly at Delia and a look of compassion came to her eyes.
“Do you feel all right, darling?” she said. “You certainly had an awful time, but you took it real great. I'm proud of you and I must say it was a nice experience to see you flogged like that. And I also enjoyed doing this to you, but most of all I looked at you, taking delight in the sight you offered. You were so exciting in your anguish and when you pissed in Clara's mouth, I thought I would come by just looking at you. She really loved it, didn't she? Did you enjoy it yourself as well? Despite everything! Just relax now and let me love you. Do you feel like making love? Do you want me to suck you? I would love to, you know…”
Without saying a word I opened my legs, really wanting to feel her lovely lips on my slit. She bent her head and with all of her skill she started to suck me. I was very much in love with her at that moment and that wonderful luscious feeling I always get when Delia sucks me spread slowly through my body. My hands grabbed in her hair and I pressed her head closer to my cunt. Delia had put my legs over her shoulder herself and my own hands were closed over my breasts while I caressed the hardened nipples.
I loved what she was doing for me after the rather rough treatment I had had and suddenly it was there. Without announcing itself in the usual way I had my orgasm. It took me by surprise, but it still satisfied me deeply. Delia sucked my juices like it was the last she would ever get from my cunt, and we loved each other… oh yes, we really loved each other. She raised herself and looked at me going through my happy convulsions.
Behind her I saw one of the male guests and from his terrible erection one could easily see he had been watching us for some time. From the slit in the glans some juice dripped on the floor, giving the cock a well-oiled appearance. With his knee, he moved Delia's legs apart and placing his hands on her buttocks he pulled her against his prick.
His prick was wet and slimy with his pre-fuck juices and easily he slipped in her cunt r. 11 the way up to the hilt, and his balls slammed against her ass. Standing like she was she took his fucking and reaching behind her back, she fondled his swinging balls. The heavy nuts swelled in her skilled hand and he groaned in passion.
“It's marvelous, Mitzy,” she said. “He certainly has a good whopper, and the funny thing is I don't even know who he is. But who cares? I'm being fucked good and properly, and he knows what he is doing.”
I had recovered from the orgasm she had brought off with her mouth and sticking my hand between their rocking bodies I felt his pumping prick and her slippery wet cunt at the same time. I was getting hot fast, delighting in feeling their mingled juices wetting my fingers.
Delia's partner liked what I was doing to them, but he also was a thoughtful lover. He must have had the idea he could have the same pleasures when he took the back road, while I had her cunt to my fingers. Pulling his dick out of her dilating slit he changed orifices in one single sweeping movement. Wet with her oily juices as it was, he didn't have any trouble buggering her and she took his attack with a lusty groan. I had her cunt to myself now and the way it was, all nice and wet, I delighted in playing with it, putting all my skill to the motions of my fingers. Her clit was like a miniature prick, erected and hard with congested blood, quivering under my fingers. Her male partner was pumping away in her asshole for all he was worth while I played with her moist love cavern. And Delia loved what we were doing. She was randy… fucking randy… and could not be far from coming…
“Pump my ass… fuck my shit box,” she cried. “Oh you two… frigging me… playing with my clit… buggering me. Oh, it's so lovely… so good… I'm coming… it's there… I'm creaming… Oooooh… yes… yes… yes… I'm cooooooming… iiiiiiiiieeeee…”
Her hot cunt juice spurted over my fingers, running down her legs, mingling with some of the sperm dripping from between his buttocks, the sperm her buggering friend had pumped deep in her bowels and which streamed down her legs when he pulled his slackening prick from her hole…
I was still spunk covered from my previous experience and this didn't make me any cleaner. And Delia needed some ablutions as well. Together we went to the bathroom to wash up and clean ourselves from all sorts of spendings. Besides, it's rather nice to share a shower or a tub with another person. It certainly has a sexy influence when soaping somebody else, washing his or her intimate parts. Bathroom sex is a variety people should make more use of. We found the bathroom occupied by John, although he had not locked the door. Come to think of it, nobody ever locks his door in this house and sometimes it looks like Paddington station to me. There are always people running in and out of your room. Especially when we have guests over for the weekend.
John was loafing in the tub, cleaning himself and at the same time trying to get rid of his fatigue and already the hot water must have done a world of good. As soon as we entered, naked as we were, smelling like two randy bitches, his cock started to rise like a submarine's periscope. In the clear water it looked twice as long and thick as usual and Delia and I exchanged amused looks. But we also looked a bit hungry, although it hardly seems possible. Funny really, but although we had free choice of cocks, we both preferred John's poker. I think he is just the right size for everyday lovemaking. Not too small and best of all not too huge. Oh, I know it is a lot of fun to be stretched in the cunt to a near breaking point, but cocks the size of that are hardly suitable for every occasion. And John is perfect in that respect. On top of that, he knows how to make use of his wares and that is the main thing. Even if he is too tired to get erected, he still is a perfect lover, using anything he can think of, his hands, his tongue, or some sort of mechanical aid.
“John certainly looks appetizing, doesn't he, Mitzy? And look at his prick! That darling thing is once more ready for action. And we will have him all for ourselves this time. Which of us is going to have first go? Just to have a taste of it?”
“That isn't too bloody difficult I would say. Why don't you two girls join me in the tub. It's certainly big enough for it and the water is still warm. And both of you could use some washing up. You are covered with spendings, and you both smell like a whorehouse.”
Nudging me, Delia made me step in the tub first and having first choice I let myself down on John's rock-hard prick. It was delightfully easy the way his prick slipped in my cunt and in the warm water, his penetration made a wonderful sucking noise. Seeing my obvious pleasure, Delia hastened herself to find just as good a position and with her vivid imagination she succeeded without any trouble. Kneeling on the tub, a leg on each of its sides, she had her cunt in reach of John's mouth, since he was sitting in the tub. Immediately he pushed his head between her legs and his tongue played with her slit.
Her back turned to her husband, it wasn't the easiest position one could think of, but it was still tremendously exciting. She was facing me and she offered me her tits to suck. And quite frankly I could not have resisted her dangling fruits. So I sucked the hardened nipples with delight. Putting my mouth first on the one then on the other, trying to divide my attentions to the two beauties evenly.
We could only move ourselves with the greatest care and it took us a long time to come. Our passion only built up very slowly, but at the same time it reached a near impossible peak. Delia's position was probably the most difficult, but she was also getting the most out of it, and as far as I was concerned she deserved all of it. She was the first to come and her hoarse cries encouraged us to work harder on her than ever before.
“Suck my tits… suck my cunt… suck me harder… I'm coming… I'm coming. It's so beautiful… so wonderful… I'm coooom-ing…”
Her frantic lusty cries also set me off creaming. Water splashing over the sides of the tub, when I rode John's prick wildly, still buried deep in my crack, the warm water adding to the pleasure of our act. His cock throbbed and quivered between my contracting cunt lips. It was drenched with my juices, and as I slowed down my wild movements, I felt his sperm shoot up my cunt, hitting my womb like a velvet bullet.
After some time I lifted myself from his drooping prick and Delia also stepped from the tub.
When we left him to get some sleep finally, John was still sitting in the bath… fucked out… exhausted, whitish sperm floating in the water around him… clinging to his body and the sides of the tub.