I am getting near the end of my story… my memoirs if you will. I had started a story some weeks ago, during the sex party held in John's and Delia's house, and I want to end these memoirs where it all started, at this orgy. On the next pages I will tell you how I met John and Delia and how I came to work for them and live with them.
I have tremendously enjoyed writing all the things I have done so far and I'm certain there is a lot to follow. I'm still young and eager to do everything possible as long as it gives me pleasure. I couldn't for the love of me imagine where this is going to take me, but in the company of John and Delia, you just can't miss. Remembering all the things I have done, writing them down for you to read occasionally was a little too much for my quickly aroused passions. I had to put my pen down and just masturbate myself till I creamed over my fingers. Sometimes Delia looked over my shoulder, her hand, between her legs, frigging her burning quim, and when she or I couldn't stand the tension any longer we tumbled in each other's arms and brought each other to a feverish orgasm with busy fingers or agile tongues. It even affected John and often he was standing beside me, his cock sticking from his trousers, hard and throbbing, wanking till I took over and finished him with my cock-hungry mouth or raised my dress and let him stick it in my dripping slit.
It's far from easy to write about these things. Much too often one gets carried away with it and the story has to be interrupted, although the interruption isn't of an unpleasant nature. I especially liked the time when Delia let herself down under the table and raising my skirt started to play with my cunt while I continued to write. She used anything she could think of… her fingers, experienced and agile as ever, her tongue, sticking it as deep between the hairy lips I offered her, dripping and all, the huge dildo, squeezing the bulb at its base to spurt me with the special lukewarm fluid when I came, the hardened nipple of her tit, making me spend over it. It was so lovely I couldn't do anything for her after she had made me come for the fourth time. The poor girl being in utter rut, wanting to come with an almost desperate need, made me whip her while she frigged herself. Thus she had her orgasm and without stopping she kept on frigging herself till she went from one creaming come to the other, fainting at last out of sheer exhaustion.
The house was even more than before bathed in an atmosphere of eroticism. All our friends were showing the maximum of interest in the proceedings of my book, trying to find out whether they were going to play a part in it, but apart from Delia and John, I carefully kept its contents a secret.
There was only one other person who also knew about it and knew its exact contents, following its proceedings step by step, finding just as much pleasure in it as I did. A person I have forgotten to mention at the beginning of this book, for obvious reasons, however. She is very dear to me, but only started to play a part in my life not too long ago and in these last two chapters you will hear some more about her. You have already met her before and by now you may have guessed-my sister, Jean, who came to join me after I started to work for and live with Delia and John. How this all happened you will be able to find out for yourself if you continue to follow this story with the same interest you have shown so far.
It's all in these last chapters and I'm sure my description will make you just as eager to frig yourself as the other ones have done. At least this is what I hope and if they have I have really reached my intentions. This book has been written for amusement whether it be together with a partner or on your own. As long as it has made you randy and eager for sex, I'm satisfied. It has not been in vain, that I spent all this time typing these pages. But now let me continue with the story in its logical sequence.
One day while I was cleaning the room of a married couple, I came upon a rather peculiar shaped little wooden box. It was more or less hidden on the top shelf of the closet, but I'm of a curious nature and I always find out things about people by looking at their possessions so I was looking through their things when I came upon this box. Its contents as well as its shape, or really the decorations on the outside of it, interested me tremendously. I will come to the why and how later on but let me first of all tell you something about the people who stayed in this room. Both of them were strikingly handsome and although they seemed to love one another very dearly, they now and then went out alone-that is, not in the company of each other, because when this happened he either was in the company of another woman or sometimes a man and the same was true for his wife.
Needless to say I was just a little more than usually intrigued by this, especially because they were very free with their conversation and sex always was one of their main points of discussion, with each other but also with their friends. And you know how much I am attracted by libertine people.
But so far they had not really given me more than just this hint about the way they lived and I decided to search their room for more traces in this direction. So this one morning under the pretense that I was going to give their room a little bit of an extra clean up, I looked just about everywhere for traces about their erotic whims and fancies. Just as I was about to give up I stumbled upon this wooden box. Before telling you what was in it, I would like to give a short description about the box itself.
The lid was carved out as a locket, beautifully done and representing a man and woman in what seemed to be a very ecstatic fuck. The carving was done so skillfully and realistically, the little figures almost seemed to move about. The same sort of artistic carving decorated the sides of the box. On each side one could admire carvings of people making love, sometimes it was straight fucking between man and woman, but lovemaking between two people of the same sex could also be seen. And little groups of people as well… threesomes… foursomes… all in the same beautiful workmanship and so livid were these carvings one could almost smell their spendings. On each and every inch not bearing carvings of human figures during the act of love, the artist had carved huge erected pricks and wide open dripping slits. It was very exciting and really a masterpiece of erotic art. Only after I had admired the outside for some time did I open the lid, to have a look at its contents. It was just my lucky day that it wasn't closed because it also had a lock, shaped like a cunt in which a key fitted in the shape of an erected cock. Everything had been thought of and it must have cost a small fortune. But anybody staying in this hotel is more or less loaded with money, so these people would not be an exception to this rule.
Had the outside of the box been exciting the contents were even more so. The box was really cramped with all sorts of drawings and photographs, one more lewd than the other. By this time I had seen quite a few dirty pictures, but they still have the same effect on me. They always make me terribly excited and dripping wet between my legs. Bringing the box over to the table I slowly and carefully looked at them and with every new picture my excitement grew, till I could hardly stand it any longer and found myself on a near bursting point. Cunt juice had generously wet the crotch of my panties and some of the stuff, seeping through the thin material trickled down my thighs. How could I quench this terrible craving? In the only way possible to me at the moment. By lifting up my skirt, tucking it under the string of my apron, taking off my panties and bringing my hand to my boiling cunt.
Bringing my soaked panties to my nose I inhaled the smell of my own juices and it really set my head reeling. My fingers separated the swollen lips and I agitated my favorite spot between them. My clit, erected by congested blood, delightfully quivered under my fingers and with every deep push of my stiff finger my excitement grew. I just had to stop at intervals. I didn't want to spoil this delightful pastime by coming too quickly, but when I removed my fingers from my slit I had to bring them to my nose and mouth and smell and taste my own juices. This, of course, set me to toss myself off again, my passions running around in this vicious circle for some time. I was so engrossed in this that I didn't hear the door open, but when the male half of the couple came close to me, I, sensing his presence, looked up to see him already close. I don't know how long he had been standing in the door, but it must have been for some time, because before he reached me at the table he had already taken his dong out of his trousers and he was rock-hard. Due to this attitude I knew I had nothing to fear from him, so I smiled at him and continued to masturbate myself.
“I'm sure you don't mind this,” I said sweetly, “but I just had to wank myself. I couldn't help it. There really isn't any need to pretend, is there? I can clearly see you don't mind in the least, and I'm glad about it. You've got a whopper there, haven't you? If you want to stick that lovely hard thing in the spot I now have my fingers in, it would be most welcome. I've been dying for a prick that size for the last half hour or so and I could really do with a good fuck. All those lewd pictures… you shouldn't have them. They made me all hot and bothered. They made me frig myself as you very well see, and it is a shame, really, isn't it when there is such a handsome tool around.”
“I must confess, you have a very pretty cunt. But at this moment I am far more interested in your asshole. I would love to stick it in there if you don't mind. I'd love to stick my dong in a tight bum, especially while you keep frigging your slit.”
Because of the size of his dong I nearly wanted to back out of this, but I have always liked to be buggered and after he had wet me some he wouldn't have too much trouble getting it in. My asshole was suitable for any prick if it comes to that and being stretched a little in this department never really killed anybody. On top of that I was able to keep on frigging my clit, a possibility which also suited me fine. Bending over the table, my back turned to him, I presented him my second entrance. Taking his position behind me he began by wetting my asshole with the juices flowing freely from my slit. Spreading my buttocks apart with his two hands he pointed his dong at my tight bum-hole. Reaching behind my back I closed my hand around it and guided it to it myself. I can't say I liked every bit of it. He was awfully big and I was still a bit tight there. Even with the aid of my juices it was a rather painful penetration at first and when he started to work the bulging gland past my rectum I would have given something to get away from him. But knowing the pleasure would be really rewarding afterwards, I faced up to my ordeal. The facts of life, one might say…
After some time I was glad I had him go ahead with his buggering, the first couple of inches may have been painful, but now I was rather enjoying it. I picked up my frigging where I had left, keeping myself balanced with one hand resting on the table. Through the partition between cunt and asshole I could feel the head of his throbbing dick. He must have liked this slightly covered touch on his gland and he kept on pushing his dong in till he had it up my bowels to the hilt.
Now he really went at it, buggering me with full force and I think I had never before secreted so much juice. I was getting the best of two worlds. I was being buggered and at the same time I frigged my burning twat. I felt terribly randy and if I had had my dildo at hand I would have pushed it up my slit, to get both of my holes filled to full capacity. But for the time being my fingers had to do and I managed very well I must say.
We were fucking away like mad when something else happened. For the second time that morning the door was opened and this time his wife stepped into the room. It didn't take her more than one quick look to get an impression of the sight we offered and she was only too eager to join us in the fun and pleasure.
“I can see the two of you are enjoying yourselves,” she said. “I hope you don't mind that I join you.”
Needless to say we didn't mind in the least and quickly she slipped out of her dress and underwear.
“So that's the way you like it, darling,” she said to her husband walking around us with undulating hips. “And you certainly know how to fuck in the asshole. That's why I never minded your boyfriends. At least they have taught you how to do it properly. But it hasn't spoiled you for some fun with a girl. And this is a very pretty girl as well. You certainly know what you want. Oh, I'm glad I came in at this moment. Only some minutes ago I had my pussy eaten by the lady in charge of the lavatories and she did very well, but she still left me with a hunger for more. I'm going to take a short rest and watch the two of you go at it. I love to see you doing it, just like I watch all sorts of sex acts. That does make me something of a voyeur, doesn't it, but I don't mind. I love to excite myself looking at other people, fucking, sucking or anything else. You're a very lovely girl and you look even better with John's cock up your asshole. And you certainly know how to work your clit, my goodness. You really are dripping. Let me kiss you. What is your name?”
I told her it was Mitzy, after she had given me a breathtaking kiss on my mouth while she delightfully sucked in my tongue. It certainly was the strangest way of being introduced to anybody but it added some extra thrill to the situation which I found quite charming.
“Why don't you show her how you play with your cunt, Delia,” John said behind my back. His voice sounded husky and his breath was coming in gasps. I presume he was just as close to coming as I was.
“Show her how good you are at masturbating. She may take a fancy to you as well. She seems just like your type. And I think she will make an excellent cunt-sucker. Her mouth is shaped for it perfectly. How well she would also fit my cock with her lovely lips. I think she loves it all. Isn't it wonderful, darling? The same girl for you and me to share. Promise me you won't wear her out too much. I know what you are like when you have yourself sucked. An insatiable little beast…”
It was lovely to watch Delia toss herself off. She had a certain style to it and her little finger was pointed upwards with dignity. Delia was a girl who liked her pleasure with all of the symptoms of a nymphomaniac, which she really wasn't because she could be just as satisfied by having sex with a man or with a woman. The thing with Delia was, or still is, she just likes sex and can't get enough of it. She doesn't differ with me very much in that respect and we took to one another immediately. Delia was offering me a marvelous spectacle masturbating herself and the sight became ever more exciting when I felt John's lukewarm sperm enter my bowels. With a muffled cry I spent over my own fingers which I had continued to rub my clit in the same rhythm with Delia.
Some of the spunk trickled down my buttocks and with a hungry cry Delia threw herself at the sticky stuff with wide open mouth. Her tongue, almost as rough as a cat's, delightfully rasped over my buttocks when she cleaned me of all traces of her husband's sperm. I didn't stop her and for very good reasons. I already knew what the next thing was going to be.
And it once more proved I was right. Delia was nearly dying in her desperate need to cream and her fingers could not satisfy her. Unfortunately John wasn't able to fuck her. So shortly after his orgasm, his poor prick was still dripping and in no state to do her any good. But she knew I wasn't averse to a little lesbian lovemaking, or at least I had understood as much. After she had cleaned my bottom from John's spendings she came to my front side and made a go for my dripping slit. A mere tongue fucking wasn't enough for her. She also took my still swollen clit between thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them, making me shudder on my legs.
“Why don't you two girls lie down on the bed and make love together, each giving the other pleasure. If there is anything I love to see it is two randy bitches make love together. Nothing will make my prick stand faster than a real sapphic love scene. Do it for some time and I will be ready for the two of you. To fuck the daylights out of you…”
John more or less told us what we already had been thinking about. So we moved over to the bed and since I was the only one still fully dressed-John had taken his clothes off when Delia went for me-my newfound girl friend first of all took care of undressing me. I made sure to give her all the help she might have needed because there was nothing at the moment I longed for more than to feel her naked body against my own skin.
Our arms around each other we tumbled on the bed, naked, randy, and eager to give each other pleasure. Our hands went for the other's cunt; our mouths were seeking our tits, and within a couple of minutes we were so busily masturbating each other while we also sucked the hardened nipples we offered the other that we brought moans and groans of pure pleasure from one another. We had completely forgotten the world around us. We didn't realize there was still a world… for us there was just paradise, a garden of Eden filled with lesbian lovemaking.
To me, Delia topped any other girl I had so far made love to. She was the best wanker I have ever come across and as a matter of fact, she still is. I have been masturbated by her many times since that remarkable day I met her, using just her fingers. But I have always enjoyed every moment of it and still do. On various occasions I have also watched her frig very young boys or girls, seeing her make them spend sometimes for the first time in their lives, but I can quite truthfully say that nobody can initiate a youngster better than Delia. And as you know, I'm no amateur either.
So that first time she went for my slit with her well-experienced fingers I knew I had found my equal. And since I didn't want to stay behind her skilled efforts in making me come, I gave her everything I had to give in frigging her, trying to give her the same pleasures she was giving me. So delightful was this first wanking we gave each other we almost made each other come that way, but John wished to see us do a sixty-nine and upon his request we immediately changed our former position to this favorite of all tribades.
Lying head to toe we were ready to give our mouths the pleasure of being wet with the lovely juice. Delia made the suggestion to do this lying on our sides and I fully agreed with this. Doing a sixty-nine in this way certainly has a lot of advantages. For one thing you have to lift one leg rather high and this gives anybody looking on the most delightful spectacle. Everything which is happening can be closely followed. A pointed tongue meeting hairy cunt lips in a caressing embrace. A hardened clit being sucked between two well-shaped lips in a passionate kiss. And since we were also making love for the amusement of John as well as for our own pleasure, we gave it all we had. And we really loved what we were doing. With every stroke of our tongues we became more randy. Licking away at the other's opened slits we made all those slobbering noises one may expect with two generously spunking cunts. A generously spunking cunt does taste like nothing else in this world to me and Delia was no exception to this. And more so when you really are in the mood for it. I know what I'm talking about and the best advice I can give to anybody of either sex is to try it once, and become addicted to this sort of thing. It is a way of making love which can be made to last forever and although it makes one terribly randy it's still comparatively easy to stop sucking and let the upcoming orgasm fade away till one is ready to start all over again.
And Delia wanted our pleasure to last for a long time, just like I wanted. Just at the moment I wanted to tell her I was almost coming, she noticed this herself and once again changed her position. Bringing her legs scissor-wise between mine, she made our juice dripping slits meet. Our cunt juices mingled, wetting our cunt hairs. Our slits pressed close together we applied pressure on them with our legs. Our swollen clits met in what seemed a sucking sort of caress and rocking up and down the bed, we climbed the rainbow together. Now we were too excited to stop. Once on the verge of coming we continued to bounce up and down till we creamed, making a racket like two bitches in heat.
“Oh please, Delia, don't stop now. Let's not stop this delightful thing. I'm almost there, darling. Cream with me… wet me with your juices… your clit on mine… it's sooo… sooooo… looooovely…”
“And for me, Mitzy. I can't stop now. I have to come. We have been at it for so long now… I'm so randy… so fucking randy… fuck me, darling… fuck me with your slit… suck me with your cunt lips… I'm coming… together with you. I'm cooooming… yes… yes… yes… I'm cooooming it's there… that delightful feeling… my creamy coming… aaaaagh… ooooohhh…”
Our orgasm left us breathless and shaking for some time, but at least we were satisfied. Still lying in the position we had had our orgasm in we saw through fluttering eyes John approach the bed.
And was John ever ready for sex! His rock-hard prick stood out like a flagpole. The huge thing was throbbing and twitching nervously in not too misunderstanding eagerness. His otherwise handsome face was contorted in passion and believe it or not this almost made him even more attractive. All over his face, “fucking” was written. He was terribly randy and it must have been agony for him not to plunge his stiff poker in our dripping slits, but he also was a good and thoughtful lover. Permitting us at our necessary ease, he sufficed by playing with our beauties, letting his hands go over our tits and slits, delightfully… caressing… lightly, but at the same time slowly awakening our passions, pinching a nipple here, letting a finger disappear between hairy lips there, all the while keeping his vigor up by slowly wanking his bursting prick. It was a lovely sight to watch him frig himself without doing anything yourself. The huge head was covered and uncovered in an even pace with the loose foreskin. His hands slid along the fat stem with caressing motions. Juice was dripping from the slit in the top. The veins throbbed in expected delight, standing out like cords, filled with blood being pumped into his organ, making it hard and ready, hard and ready for us to get it stuffed in our cunts. Our cunts slowly got hungry for it, which automatically brought the same question to our heads:
“Who is going to be fucked first by this beautiful weapon? Who is going to be first to be challenged on the battlefield of love? Who is going to get her pussy filled with his spunk? Who will be the fortunate one to suck this mighty staff?”
The trouble with being tantalized too long is that you want everything at the same time. All those beautiful things, fucking, sucking, the lot. Lucky for us John was very generously endowed and this he coupled with a lot of imagination.
Since we were still lying as we had creamed, our legs scissor-wise entwined, cunt pressed against cunt, he halfway slipped under us and we immediately understood what he wanted to do.
He started to wriggle his long stick between our crossed legs and separating our cunts with his cock he touched our dripping lips with his prick, both at the same time. We moved closer together and his dong was pressed between our cunts, tightly, wonderfully.
Although he had neither of us really penetrated with his dick the contact of the throbbing head with our itchy cunts was just too marvelous for words. But the pressure of our moist lips on his cock must have given John some strong sensations as well. His excitement growing every minute he started to make fucking motions and his dick delightfully tickled our blood congested clits. His livid imagination had set off our passions again and we marveled at the gorgeous pleasure of his prick. Rocking in the same rhythm, we tried to give him as many pleasures as possible, getting a lot out of it for ourselves as well.
It was the very first time I had ever been engaged in a triple fuck and just as I had immediately loved Delia for her capabilities as a wanker and a sucker, I loved John for his own qualities. In mad lust, we writhed on the bed. Our juices, flowing in great quantities, made our cunts seem to suck on the throbbing gland between our legs. We cried in passion and made a terrible noise the three of us, but we creamed, all three of us together. Our cunts… John's prick… it was all a mess of juice and balmy sperm, a mixture of lukewarm male and female spendings. The glutinous results of a glorious orgasm, gained at the same time. Delia and I shared one prick, and John fucked two cunts at the same time. Looking at it now, it had been over and done with much too quickly. But there was more to come and the rest of the day was spent much in the same fashion. I stayed in their room or came back to it as often as I could afford to do.
It was a pity John and Delia had to leave the next day but before they left they asked me to join them at their place in a week's time, thus giving me proper time to give notice…
I was going to work for them and live with them. Our lives together would be one long erotic dream, and I would be treated as their equal in every respect. I didn't like to leave Jim and Sue and all the other friends at the hotel, but the temptation to go and live with Delia and John was too strong for me to resist.
To live in a house where orgies are the order of the day is exactly my idea of living and after that week, I left the hotel where I had spent so many happy days and weeks and once more moved on in this world.