Ever since that memorable weekend at my parent's home I had kept up a rather constant correspondence with my sister, Jean. In those letters we told each other the things we had done, the various adventures we had had, the things we dreamed of doing, and so on. Some of these letters were so vividly written, one just couldn't read them without becoming aroused. What Jean's letters were doing for me, my letters did for her, and in the one answering the previous one we told each other what that particular letter had made us do, so we were always looking forward to the reply, because we knew the answer would be exciting again.
The things we wrote each other would even have made the most cold-blooded person give up his or her reserve. Even before you were halfway through you had to put it away for the time, feeling all hot and bothered, to attend to your lusty feelings in one way or another.
With fingers sticky with come juices you continued or started all over again, till it once more became too much. I loved those letters and felt sorry they had to stop one day, although the reason they stopped was quite a pleasant one. Maybe one of these days Jean and I will put all those letters together and have them published as a book, if we can find a publisher with the courage to do it. But let me tell you why they had to stop one day…
A couple of days after I had started to live with Delia and John, I wrote a letter to Jean and apart from the usual things I also told her I had given up my job at the hotel and was now living with a couple as an au pair girl. I especially don't say I was working for them, because that is much too big a word for what I had to do. Delia and I shared the various household chores together and equally without any discrimination… just like we shared all other things.
I told Jean how I had met them; what had happened on that first encounter; the way we lived our life of lust and pleasure. I also told her about all the friends who regularly visited us and the way I described the various orgies which took place was the best I had ever done on paper. Even writing them myself gave me the hots and Delia looking over my shoulder couldn't stop herself from rubbing herself against my chair with her crotch. Her hands were pressed over her beautiful tits and even before I had completely finished my letter, she was already under the table, with her head between my spread legs, her pointed tongue busily licking my cunt, her lips sucking my swollen clit.
As soon as I had sealed the envelope and put a stamp on it, she pulled me from my chair and we were rolling on the floor in a very glutinous sixty-nine which left us shaking but happy and satisfied for the time being. I never had had a quicker reply to any of my letters and instead of writing about the usual things Jean could only write about one thing.
First of all, she wanted to join me, meet Delia and John and their friends, make love with all of them-if possible live with them. Didn't they have a job for her as well? She went to great lengths to tell about all the things she had submitted herself to and quite frankly it all added up to an impressive list of what some people may call sexual depravity.
The funniest thing about this letter was, that it seemed more to be addressed to Delia and John than to me, and of course I let them both read it. Even before they had finished reading it, Delia and John nodded their heads in agreement with my little bitch of a sister. Jean could come and live with us and I felt glad and exuberant.
So in my answer to her I told her about John's and Delia's decision and since she needed some time to give notice to her employer it would be still four weeks before she could come and honestly the three of us abided her arrival impatiently.
In the meantime we tried to think up a proper way to receive her in the house and up till the day of her arrival we still hadn't the faintest idea about it. It had to be a very sexy welcome, that much was certain, but should we give a party with a lot of people, or would an orgy like that be a little too much for her?
Should Delia and I receive her alone during the day and let John join us later? Should we invite one of our most virile male friends and have her fucked senseless, or should I receive her alone and let John and Delia join us later?
The morning of her arrival, an idea suddenly came to me when I woke up after a night of rather hectic lovemaking with Delia. I told John and Delia about my idea and we agreed to give Jean a welcome which was to be a mixture of all the earlier mentioned ones.
It was going to be quite a program. The first day she would be alone with me in the house. We would do all the things we had done with so much eagerness on that particular pleasant weekend I wrote about. On the second day John would come to join us and give her some taste of his cock, while on the third day Delia was to make the family complete. The fourth day, Herman, one of our friends, would come down to the house. The fifth day would be spent in much the same respect. There would be five of us, changing partners all the time and the sixth and seventh day, Saturday and Sunday as a matter of fact, we would throw a tremendous orgy-the orgy when this novel was started…
It was agreed, and Delia and John hurried themselves to be out of the place before Jean arrived. They were going to stay at the flat they had in town and would come down according to schedule. I would tell them when to come on their appointed day and things were ready to get started.
It must have been about eleven o'clock when a cab came up the long driveway to the house and halted in front of the door. Jean stepped out and paid the driver. I had watched her get out of the taxi from my room and hurrying down I opened the door wide to welcome her and take her in my arms.
The poor taxi driver… he must have thought he had gone mad, having hallucinations or something, because he could not fail to notice I was entirely nude under a very thin see-through dress. On top of that it was so short it barely covered my crotch and having a very low neckline, my tits almost broke free from it. He started his engine reluctantly and drove off, almost wrecking his car against a tree in the driveway, because he couldn't keep his eyes on the road, but sat behind the wheel with his head completely turned in our direction.
After he had barely missed the tree he swore at us, calling us “dyke bitches” and the like, but at least he looked where he was supposed to look and our laughter must have made him even more mad, because driving out on the road he was still swearing at us.
I pulled Jean into the house and closing the door behind her, I once more kissed her and hugged her, after which I held her away from me to have a better look at her. She looked as beautiful and luscious as the last time I had seen her and I knew this was going to be one long fine day, a day when everything is good and pleasant.
“It's good to see you again, Mitzy. I'm so glad I could come. Mother and Father give you their love and hope we will soon visit them together. They were sorry to let me go, and so was Mary, who also gives you her love. But they all knew they could never stop me. Oh, I'm so excited. Where are your friends or employers, whatever they may be? When-” I just had to interrupt her excited questions…
“Would you mind asking one thing at a time,” I said laughing. “I can't answer all your questions at the same time. Thanks for giving me Mother's, Father's and Mary's regards. Maybe we will ask them all over for a weekend. You look very well yourself. My friends — because that is what they are more than anything else-are not here, but as for your last question which you didn't quite finish, you will meet them in due time. We have made up a sort of welcome program and you will love it. Some parts of it will have to be improvised, but you won't be bored. Did you have a good trip? Was everything all right with you on the train? Did anything happen?”
“You do realize you're doing the same thing now, don't you, asking questions all at the same time! But I did have a marvelous trip, and lots of things happened. Do you want me to tell you about it?”
“Yes, of course, I want you to tell me about it. Was it exciting? Not that I really need to be excited. Just looking at you has made me excited already. I could make love to you and eat you right here, but I'd love to hear you tell me if anything exciting happened to you. Let's sit down first and make ourselves comfortable, shall we? Later I will show you around the house. You go in the room and I'll make us some coffee and get something nice to eat…”
Once we were seated Jean was only too eager to relate her little adventure in the train and since it was amusing and exciting as well I did include it in this novel. This part of it is just as much hers as it is mine, so there should be something personal of hers as well. “Well then,” she began her story, “as I was seated in the train, I was rereading your letter-the last one, in which you told me I could come over and also gave me all sorts of exciting details about the things we would do. Needless to say I became quite a bit excited again and I really wanted to toss myself off or have myself tossed off if that would have been possible. Unfortunately it was one of these old-fashioned trains with separated compartments which one still occasionally sees. There was no connecting door to the rest of the train and no possibility to go to the toilet if there was any, so I had no chance whatsoever to close myself in one of those little cubicles and wank myself the way you did once. Although it wasn't crowded in the train at all, I wasn't alone in the compartment. Would I have been it would have been comparatively easy to do as I pleased and masturbate myself. Opposite me there was an old gentleman who had been looking at me intently while I was reading your letter, but who was now hidden behind his newspaper. Would I dare to run the risk of being found out and frig myself right under his nose? Or maybe I would love to be found out and entice him to do something to me. Without making it too obvious what I was doing, I had put my overcoat over my lap. I stuck my hand under the waistband of my skirt and went straight for my pussy. Luckily I wasn't wearing panties so there were no more obstacles to overcome.
“After I had played with my curly cunt hairs for some time and felt myself getting soppy wet, my fingers continued their search for my seat of pleasure. Rubbing the top of my slit wasn't enough, but parting my legs a little, I could just reach my clitty with the tip of my finger. The little soldier in the boat was swollen and hard under my caressing finger, sending waves of exalted pleasure through my body. It was hard to keep my eyes trained on the old gent. My eyelids were fluttering so I could hardly keep them focused. But I still wanted to keep watching him, although I still didn't know whether I should stop as soon as he came from behind his newspaper or to give him an even better view of what I was doing when he did.
“And all of a sudden I saw it all. There was a hole in his newspaper and through it he could and must have watched all my movements. Now I also saw what I had missed before. With his hand in his pocket he was doing the same as I was doing. He was fondling himself while he looked at me. There was no question about being found out. I was already. My mind was made up in a split second… and so was his…
“At the same time I pulled my hand from between the waistband of my skirt, hitched it up in my waist, opened my legs and went for my dripping cunt in all comfort, he put his newspaper down on the seat beside him, opened his fly and extracted from it the most remarkable cock you have ever seen. It was the longest and thinnest male organ you have ever come across, but that didn't make it so exceptional. No, the fact it was still slack together with its much used appearance made it so strange to me. The stem was gnarled as if it was covered with warts and my mouth fell open in surprise.
“'That is a prick like you have never seen, isn't it, my dear Miss,' he said. 'It would have surprised me if you had. But please go on with what you were doing. I love to watch a girl wanking herself, and for various reasons. Unfortunately I'm not the same man I used to be when I was much younger. If I only was, you would have had my dong in your darling slit long ago, but you seem to know perfectly well how to make good use of your fingers. It's an enticing sight to see you frig yourself so aptly, and it will make this prick of mine come to erection. I can still get it hard although it takes a long time before it will, but it also has its advantage. Once hard it stays like that a long time. Frig your quim, Miss. Show me how you like it best, and when you are patient, you will be poked with the longest prick you have ever had up your slit. Just let me look at you and fondle myself…'
“I decided to continue to masturbate myself, ready to get into some new adventures as I was. Besides I wanted to find out if he really could get it erected. If he did I wondered what the size of his dick was going to be. Slack as it was, it was already immense in size and if erection added a couple of inches to it as it usually does it was going to be tremendous.
“Closing my cunt over my burning twat, I began to toss myself off in all earnest, making no bones about it, working on my sopping slit with all of the fingers of my right hand, while keeping it open with my left.
“Still sitting opposite of me, he looked at me wanking myself, his hand closed around the soft stem of his prick. It still looked like a piece of soft rubber hose, but the head seemed to swell a little and slowly the color changed from a rose to a more aggressive reddish-blue. His hand was flying up and down the flaccid tube he called his prick and raising himself from his seat he went down on the floor to get a better look at what I was doing. Some spunk dribbled from my slit and trickled down the inside of my thigh and sticking his tongue out he hungrily licked it away. This immediately brought some reaction from his cock and slowly it began to stiffen in his hand. If only a drop of spunk did this, he might as well have a mouthful and taking my fingers from my cunt, I indicated he could have a go at it and suck me if he wanted to. And did he ever want to suck my cunny! I don't think I have ever been sucked with the same hunger, the same passion, as I was sucked by this old lecher.
“My clit was swelling to unknown proportions and taking it between his lips he sucked it and rolled it around between his lips. I was getting very near my orgasm and would have spent in his mouth were it not that all of a sudden he removed his sucking mouth and raising himself on his knees, he made me look down. I couldn't believe my eyes. Between his legs, sticking from his body, was the longest cock you have ever seen. And there was nothing slack about it any longer! It was hard, rock-hard, and long! In measuring now I can only make an estimate, but I would say it must have measured well over ten inches. The head was the fattest knob you have ever come across and it had kept its gnarled appearance. Seeing my frightened surprise, he chuckled, shaking his dong with his hand. Juice was dripping from the slit in the top, and it looked menacing and at the same time appealing. The dream of every woman! If I would only be able to take all that. I was getting visions of it landing way up in my belly if he ever started to push it in me. It was still rather thin, but what it lacked in circumference it gained in length and I felt myself getting even wetter for it.
“'You would not have thought it possible, would you now?' he chuckled. 'You thought I was only bragging when I told you you had never seen a cock like mine before. And it is going to stay like this for a long time. I take some time to come, but when I do, I come a bucket full. I'm really going to fill you with my spunk like you have never been filled before. Come, open your legs and let me put it in.'
“'Oh no, don't put it in yet. Let me play with it for some time. Let me hold it in my hand. I want to know what it feels like, throbbing as it is.'
“'Be my guest,' he said politely. 'Do with it what you want. Play with it, masturbate me. I like to feel your hand on it. It will only make it all the harder. It will only make it more suitable for that darling snatch of yours. If you can hold it all, that is…'
“'I'm going to hold it all even if I'm being killed in the process. I wouldn't want to be deprived of this exquisite pleasure of getting a ten-inch dick up my slit. But first let me play with it a little.'
“I closed my hand around the stem and like I already told you I could easily span it with my hand. But for its length it was an entirely different matter. Even with both my hands closed around it, one on top of the other, I still had a lot of uncovered male flesh sticking out from them. It was beautiful the way the huge thing throbbed and twitched in my hand and with pleasure I began to jack him off, all the while keeping both hands on his cock. Liquid trickled down the stem and my mouth watered at the idea I was going to get this beautiful spunky whopper up my cunt not too long from now. I was glad Mary had repeatedly fucked me with a huge dildo during the time I stayed with her and I felt I was able to let him bury it all in my itchy slit.
“Between my legs my swollen cunt lips throbbed in anticipation of the pleasure and I knew I was not going to hold out for long. And my dear old gentleman must have sensed the same thing. His hand went to my hot-box and prying the lips even further apart as they already were, due to my randy heat, he began to frig me with a skill I thought would drive me out of my mind. He reamed my slit with his poking fingers in the best possible way and cunt juice was streaming down his fingers and his hand. Bending my head, I closed my lips around the head of his monstrous dick and sucked upon it for some time. He obviously liked this contact on his prick and moving his hips back and forth he actually fucked me in my mouth. Now the time had come to get his prick stuffed in my cunny. I not only wanted it I really needed it. After sucking his cock the taste it had left in my mouth had made me even more randy for his dong.
“'Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me… give me your cock… all of it… I want it… I want it. Poke me with it! Make me come!'
“'Come you will, my dear, even more than you want to. I'm going to be a long time and undoubtedly you will have preceded me a couple of times. Open your legs, my dear. You are going to be fucked like you have never been fucked before.'
“I opened my legs wider to better receive the first intrusion of his prick. Slowly he worked the head past my moist outer lips, past the inner lips, into my cunt. His cock seemed to have no end and I thought I would die from pleasure when he touched bottom. He really and truly touched the bottom of my cunt. The whole depth of my cavern of love filled with the length of his dong. At least that is what I thought, and I could not have been more wrong. At the time I thought he had all of it in my cunt, he gave one last lunge and filled me with another two or so inches. I couldn't help it, but I had to cry out, both in surprise and slight pain. But the pain I felt quickly subsided when he began fucking me with long deep pushes and pulls. It was so nice and exciting I creamed after only about half a dozen moves from his side. But he had told me, he wasn't going to stop as he was still a long way from coming himself and without interrupting his movements he kept on banging me in the same even rhythm. And slowly I was getting over my first orgasm, only to find myself on my way to my second. Colored lights were dancing in front of my eyes, and as I was still seated on the train seat, my head rolled back and forth against the headrest. Waves of pleasure rocked my body while my cavalier battered my dripping slit. He seemed to be endless in coming and under his strokes I exploded into my second coming. And on he went… without stopping… without taking his prick from my burning quim. Back and forth he moved his loins, shoving his dick almost all the way in when he moved forward. My breath was going in about double the normal pace and my heart was beating so it almost hurt me, but still I didn't want him to stop. This is what every woman wants occasionally-having one strong orgasm after the other, being fucked completely dry from all juices, which were now still flowing from my dilating slit. And on he went… on and on and on and on.
“Just as I thought he was going to kill me with his ever stiff poker-I was having my fifth come in a row-he suddenly seemed to step on his pace. With a tremendous speed for a bloke his age he fucked me and then it came. A torrent of spunk shot in my belly! Deep in my belly, in long gushes it spurted from his prick, filling me, filling me. He used relatively the same time to empty his balls as he needed to get that far. There seemed to be no end to the stream of sperm hitting me, jet after jet. But finally he stopped moving and slowly his cock slackened, sliding out of my cunt. As soon as his prick was out of my slit it was followed by the traces of his coming. A thick stream of spunk ran from my opened slit, wetting the seat under me. Somebody was going to have a job getting this mess cleaned up. I just didn't have the time for it, because we were running into the station where I had to change trains and I had to hurry myself to get my clothes back in order and say good-bye to my dear old gentleman. Which I did by sucking his prick clean of all come juices. And look what he gave me. A nice check, and not a small one either! Tomorrow I'm going to buy both of us something real nice.”
Jean ended her story here and looked at me with feverish eyes. Undoubtedly reliving her adventure had made her excited. And she wasn't the only one either…
“You certainly have had your fill of cock on your way down here. How about some cunt now!”
Saying this I raised my thin dress and showed her my dripping slit, which I had been busily frigging during the last part of her story.
“Mmmmm… that certainly looks nice. Think you want me to give you a good suck? I would love to do it, you know. Nothing as good as a spunking cunt after the amount of cock I had just now. Look, how about making this a double suck, a real sixty-nine, just for you, to find out whether I'm still good at it. Come, Mitzy, put yourself over me… your slit on my mouth… mine on yours…”
Saying this she put herself on the floor and I went over her with my head pointing to her toes. Her quim was waiting for me when she opened her legs to receive the caresses of my tongue… open… lips swollen in excitement… spunk wet… and lovely.
I must have offered her the same sight for she gave a happy sigh when I let my cat down on her face. Her pointed tongue immediately went for my clit and sucking it between her lips she sent waves of pleasure searing through my body. Off we went… on a trip to Lesbos… a glorious, beautiful trip to the land of sapphic pleasures. Up, up and away… right through the clouds of worldly misery… climbing the stairs to a different, happy world where passion and lust were the order of the day, reaching the peak of Lust Mountain in much too short a time.
The next thing we knew, after this first bout of the day, we were in my bedroom, busily trying to make up for all the time we had not seen each other. Everything we could think of we tried: fucking each other with the dildo, taking turns showing the other how we masturbate when nobody else is around, looking in the other's cunt to see all of the motions of the flying fingers buried deep in spunking cunts, sucking, licking, finger-fucking till we could not stand on our legs out of sheer exhaustion, whipping each other to another sigh of randy lust. But sleep took over sooner or later and merciful darkness engulfed us while we rested our tired bodies and minds.
The next morning we were still too tired to have any sort of sex, but it gave me ample time to give John a call, asking him to come over sometime in the afternoon. He came around at two and Jean immediately took a liking to him, which isn't too unusual, come to think of it. Most women who meet him want to share his bed straight away. He looks like the personification of healthy male sex, although he isn't averse to a little homosexual loving on the side. He is more or less like the rest of us. We all take our fun as it comes and don't worry whether society thinks it wrong or depraved.
Jean and I had not bothered to get dressed and needless to say this immediately resulted in some arousal from John's side. The front of his trousers bulged when his cock started to get hard and Jean had some trouble getting her eyes away from it. Come to think of it, why should she take her eyes away from this delightful fruit of manhood? That was what she was here for, wasn't it? So going over to John I opened his fly and his hard prong almost sprang from his trousers. The head was completely uncovered, shining with a dull gloss. Closing my hand around it I moved it up and down in the well-known motions of jacking off. After only two or three wanks some juice appeared from the slit in the top and Jean, who had joined our little group, bent her head and with a quick swipe of her tongue removed it. Going down on her knees she took the member in her mouth and closed her lips around the throbbing gland.
She sucked and sucked till I thought she would swallow the whole length of his prick and she would have done just that had it not been for the fact it certainly would have choked her to death. If it was his spunk she was after she would get it sooner than she might expect it. Remember, I still had my hand clasped around the fat stem and I was still wanking him. The veins standing out thick and swollen, throbbed and jerked with every movement I made and knowing him the way I do, I knew he wasn't far from coming. Suddenly his buttocks seemed to stiffen and involuntarily moving forward, John pumped his boiling spunk in my sister's throat. She almost choked on it, but yet managed to swallow all the spurts he landed in her hungry mouth. She kept on sucking him, keeping her lips glued to his prick like a leech, till he was completely dry of all spendings and his cock started to slacken in her mouth.
In the meantime, Jean as well as I had been busily frigging ourselves and neither of us were very far from coming. Letting myself down beside her I removed her fingers from her cunt and replaced them for my own. She knew what I wanted and her fingers started to play with my dripping slit. We didn't have to work for long. Spunk wet our fingers when we creamed over each other's fingers. Our lust calmed for the time. But there were more things we could do, the three of us. And the day was spent in one mad circle of fucking, sucking and the like. We nearly killed John in our passionate antics and finally the poor man surrendered and exclaimed he would be glad to get some relief the next day when Delia would join us, although it meant he had another female to keep happy.
The next day when Delia arrived, she immediately went for Jean. “Hello, darling,” she said. “I've heard so much about you, I almost know you, reading all those letters you write Mitzy. I love reading them and you are just as pretty as I would have thought you. No, that's not true… you are lovelier, because you are no longer a person who might exist in a story. Now I can see for myself whether all those stories Mitzy told us are true.”
We were completely dressed at that moment, but that didn't stop Delia. In fact, there is hardly anything which can stop her once she has made up her mind. So without hesitating she stuck her hand under Jean's dress and went straight for her destination. Of course, we couldn't see this, her hand buried under the dress as it was, but Jean slightly spread her legs and we knew she had her hot twat tickled. Swaying on her legs she underwent this attack on her pussy and closing her arms around Delia's shapely neck she pressed herself close against her.
“Oh, that is lovely, Delia… yes do it like that… mmmmm… that's nice… yes, right there… I love to be tickled there… oh, your finger deep in my slit… yes… yes… do it… do it… let me do something for you too… let me frig you… you have such a lovely cunt, Mitzy told me… let me rub it… let me make you come…”
“First let's get these horrible clothes off, shall we? And let's get up to the bedroom… all of us. We can work something nice out between the four of us. It's going to be hard on poor John, I'm afraid, but I'm sure we ladies can work out something satisfying between the three of us as well.”
We did as Delia had proposed and together we went up to the bedroom. It was a huge place, fit for any orgy and beautifully decorated with the best and most expensive of furniture. Exciting and erotic pictures were covering the walls, undoubtedly some people would have called them lewd and obscene, but to all of us they appealed tremendously. Immediately after you entered this room, you were getting in the mood of things and looking at those pictures, gave one a good idea about the numerous variations possible in love.
Jean and Delia started to undress each other and John and I watched them with eager eyes. They were both so terribly lovely it almost hurt your eyes. Delia with her ripe and full figure, heavy, but firm breasted, a very prominent and bulging Mons Venus; and Jean with her far younger but still fully developed figure. Their different complexions and colors of hair made them beautifully contrasted to each other and it was not hard to become aroused by the little scene they offered us.
Once naked they placed themselves on the huge bed and Jean, lying on her back in a waiting pose received Delia's kisses and caresses with all the sweetness of her person. They were really and truly beautiful the way they kissed and caressed each other. Their mouths were kissing everywhere… their lips… their breasts… their tummies… their crotches… their moist slits…
John and I were more than satisfied just to look at them, but our passions rose with theirs slowly but surely. We had both taken our clothes off together with them and had seated ourselves on one of the couches available for this purpose in the room. It was often that these couches were used by someone- John, Delia, myself, or one of our guests, to watch the antics of other people on the wide bed. Delia had Jean panting in lust in the meantime and instead of continuing her game of love she raised herself and left the bed.
“Play with yourself a short while, darling,” she said. “I won't be long. I just want to pick up something. For what I just thought about I need something quite unusual in the many ways of love. It may well be the first time it is ever used for this purpose, but I all of a sudden thought about this and why not try it out on you immediately.”
She didn't have to go far for what she needed and I was surprised to see what she took from one of her purses-an ordinary rubber band, the kind you will find in any household. I had not the foggiest idea what she intended to do with it, but Delia seemed to know exactly what she was doing and went back to Jean on the bed again, who was busily frigging her wet cavern of love.
She looked just as surprised as John and I had done, but Delia smiled at her and wrapped the silly thing around one of her fingers. Suddenly it dawned on me. Delia was going to frig Jean with her rubber band-wrapped finger. The many thin ridges of the otherwise so ordinary rubber band, wrapped as it was around her finger, were going to produce unknown sensations for Jean. I wondered where she ever got this idea, but Delia is a great one to come up with things like this.
Taking Jean's hand away from her pussy she opened the spunk-covered lips with two forked fingers of her left hand while she applied the stiff rubber band-wrapped finger of her right hand to Jean's tender moist cunt. Sticking it in as far as possible she let it remain deep in my sister's cunt for some time and then began to agitate it with knowing motions.
I have never seen anybody getting so quickly on her road to an orgasm as my sister, Jean, did at the moment she was being frigged in this rather odd manner. She bucked up and down the bed wildly and Delia had some trouble keeping contact with her cunt. My own twat was itching me something terrible and sitting beside me, John was slowly masturbating his bursting cock.
Delia was kneeling on the bed and in order to better see the work of her finger in Jean's cunt she had her head between the spread legs of her victim. In this position her ass was sticking high in the air and I made John aware of this enticing sight.
He immediately understood what I meant and going over to the bed, his near bursting prick in hand, he positioned himself behind his dear wife. Her left hand had long since ceased to work on Jean's dilating slit and had been fondling her own quim for some time. She was wet and ready for him when he pushed his dong up her sopping wet cunt. In one mighty lunge he moved into her and poked her with all the force he could muster.
After some strong and healthy lunges he knew his prick to be well oiled and spreading some of her juices on her asshole he removed his prick from her cunt and his mighty weapon attacked her well-used back entrance. She was tighter there, but not too tight to be penetrated to the hilt. Like I said, she is well used in this road to pleasure and quite frankly loves to be buggered. The thing she loves most about this way of making love is the fact it gives her the opportunity to play with herself and cajole her clit to her leisure. And John loves to bum-fuck a woman. He loves to feel the presence of the buggered girls' fingers in the next door hole, only separated by a tiny thin partition. As for me, I was frigging myself like mad, but Jean came to my rescue.
“Come join us, Mitzy,” she cried out. “Come join us in our fun. Bring your slit close to my face, darling. I want to suck you. It's so lovely to cream all together… at the same time. Let me lick you… lap you… eat your cunt…”
Even before she was through talking, I had joined them on the bed. I was only too eager to have myself sucked by my sister. I know how well she does it when she is in heat. She goes for your slit with even more delight than she normally does.
On my knees, my legs on either side of her face, I let my dripping pussy down on her face. Her agile tongue went for me in a marvelous way and really set my juices flowing. She could not have done it any better. She was just perfect. The use she made of her tongue was just out of this world. Although Delia was very satisfied being buggered, I saw a look of envy about the pleasures my sister was giving me come to her eyes.
“You will be next, Delia dear. You will be next to be sucked by Jean. Do you see how well she does it? Do you see the pleasure she is giving me? Oh yes, this girl certainly knows how to suck. She is a master of this fine art. Nobody can be better than she is. She is going to make me come… is she ever going to make me come… I'm coooooming… already… so soooon… it's there… sooooo… soooooon… ooooooh… ooooooh…”
The others were giving the same sort of cries when we all creamed in mad lust, our writhing forms rocking the bed, almost breaking it down. But it was so good… so terribly good… so fucking terribly good.
We had a lot more sex that same day, but I won't go into more details, since my publisher is already moaning when he is finally going to get this novel. So I move on to the next day, the day Herman was to come. “Herman, the long cock,” as we have nicknamed him. Apart from being a wonderful fucker, he also is one of John's closest friends and the two of them regularly bugger one another as you will find out for yourself.
After we spent a very passionate night, the four of us, we were awaiting Herman's arrival rather tranquilly. You can't make love twenty-four hours a day, no matter if you may want to. There were still some rather hectic days to come and we wanted to enjoy them as much as possible, so we had asked Herman to come over at night. During the day we just loafed around a bit, without really losing our interest in sex, but also without indulging ourselves in it. Apart from some kisses and caresses we kept far from any sex activities and at night when Herman arrived we were well rested and ready to face the world again.
As soon as Herman came in things started to happen and I had expected him to go for Jean right away. But much to my surprise he picked Delia as his first partner and she wasn't at all displeased about it. On the contrary, she knew what he could do with that long poker of his and she liked the way he used it. Making her kneel down, he let her open his fly which she did with deft fingers. His prong jutted out, and closing her hand around the fattest stem you have seen, Delia pulled the loose foreskin back from the bulging head.
Herman pulled away from her able hands for a minute and ripping his clothes off he now stood naked in front of her. He was magnificent, his dong sticking far out from his body, his heavy balls hanging between his strong thighs.
Jean couldn't take her eyes from his male treasures and I knew she longed to get her hands on it, but for the time being, I held her back. In the time Herman was undressing himself, Delia had also taken her clothes off and now she was down on the floor again. As Herman was still standing she only had to lift her beautiful face and she focused her attention on his balls now. Closing her lips around the swollen nuts she began to suck them, Herman's cock jerking and throbbing against her face.
This was what I had waited for. I motioned Jean to get undressed which wasn't too much of a trouble because in her excitement, she had already commenced taking her clothes off. In order to quench some of the itching of her cunt she had taken her panties off and she was busily frigging her hot quim while her skirt was up in her waist. She looked completely obscene. Her belly was pushed forward, her cunt was opened and wet, spunk glistened on her flying fingers, and she frigged herself with her eyes staring at the two in the center of the room.
I was feeling much the same, but up till now had refrained myself from touching myself. But now it was getting a bit too much for comfort and I almost ripped off my clothes. All around me clothes were flying as Jean took away the last of her garments and John also undressed himself. So the five of us were naked now and ready to give ourselves to the delightful pastime of making love.
Jean hurried herself to the couple in the center of the room and I paid some attention to myself and John, not forgetting to watch the proceedings of the threesome. Delia was still sucking Herman's balls and this gave Jean ample opportunity to rest of his wares. Her mouth closed over the throbbing head and her lips lightly touched Delia's face. It looked like a double kiss and it was terribly exciting to see them working on the same prick with their mouths.
“Don't you think they are beautiful, John? It's so exciting the way they work Herman over. They are very good at it, don't you think? I want to suck you as well, darling, here, let me have your prick. It looks so uncomfortable, all hard as it is with nothing to still its randy lust. Oh yes, I'm going to suck you, while I play with myself a little. It will remind me of the things I used to do with the priest in my home town… sucking a cock… masturbating myself. That's where I acquired a liking for this sort of thing. It's such a delightful feeling to have a cock in one's mouth. And the spunk, when it shoots from it… mmmm… I can already imagine what it will be like… your balmy sperm…”
“I don't think you will get much of it this time, Mitzy. I feel more like buggering Herman. But go on sucking me. You are doing fine and it will make my cock nice and wet to stuff it up his ass. Look, let's get over to them and see what we can work out.”
We hurried over to them, but not before I had taken my dildo from my purse. I needed something more than my fingers in my slit and my huge rubber friend would be just fine.
The threesome in the meantime were all rolling on the floor, healthy passion shaking their bodies. Delia and Jean still had their mouths clasped on Herman's testicles and prick, shaking their heads like terriers would do with a rat. I let myself down on the floor beside me and once more grabbed John's rock-hard dick with my mouth. The gland was wet and slippery with pre-coital fluid, tasting slightly bitter but all the same nice and exciting. Seated on the floor, my legs spread as wide as possible, I brought the bulging head of my rubber prick to my cunt and slowly worked it between the swollen lips. It was delightful the way my faithful friend poked me deep inside my itchy slit. Moving it in and out made my creamy juice flow even harder and sopping noises came from between my legs.
John's prick throbbed between the lips of my mouth and I knew he would want to stick his whopper up Herman's tight hole any minute now. I pulled the dildo from my cunt, also taking my mouth away from John's prick, and lifted myself from the floor. Standing on hands and knees, in front of Herman I gave him some idea of what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me, doggy style and he certainly got the message. Taking his prick away from the two sucking bitches brought a cry of dismay from them, but I handed Jean the dildo, wet as it was with my spunk and she didn't hesitate to belt it around her loins. At the same time she poked the huge fake dick all the way up Delia's dripping slit, Herman had rammed his prick home in my dilating cunt. Our position was just perfect for what John had in mind. Coming over to us he spread Herman's buttocks with his hands and applying some spittle on the tight crack of his asshole he moved the throbbing head of his prick in the direction of his goal. His aim was within a tenth of a millimeter perfect and without too much trouble he pushed his dong up Herman's bung-hole till his balls were slamming against his ass.
Under us on the floor, Jean was very busy fucking the daylights out of Delia and she was getting just as much pleasure from it as her partner. Delia loved to be fucked with the dildo and I have had the opportunity to ram it in her cunt or asshole on many occasions. The fact the thing never slackens appeals to her just as much as it would to any woman and she loves to be brought from one orgasm to the other without being annoyed by a slackening dick in her cunt. And Jean was trying her very best to do just that, and long after our little daisy chain had crumpled to a heap of satisfied human flesh, the two of them were still fucking away and well on their way to their fifth orgasm. I had worn my men out and the only thing I could do was go over to my friend and sister and since at that moment Jean was riding Delia, who was lying on her back with the dildo around her loins, I presented my sister my hot moist slit and let her finger-fuck me after which she finished me by sucking me off.
That had been the fourth day. The fifth was spent in much the same way. We continually changed partners, forming couples, threes, fours, and fives, going through the erotic mill all the way. By way of change we had some solo sex as well and before the sun had set we were dead tired and went to sleep preparing ourselves for the orgy to come the next day.