“Don't stop, darling,” she said, “I have enjoyed it so much. Keep on sucking me. You did it so nicely… lick me some more… I may come another time! It's lovely to be sucked after coming so strongly as I did…”
Although my mouth and tongue were getting tired from the hard work they had already done so far I didn't want to disappoint her. So I started once more to suck her eager cunt, but this time she also wanted me to take part in it.
“Lie over me, Mitzy. With your cunt over my face. I want to lick you as well. I want to eat your darling little cunt! Give it to me… my darling… give it to me…”
At this time I was ready for some loving. I gladly did as she wanted me to do. So we were lying in the well known sixty-nine position and working at each other's cunt as only two women know how to do. After two more satisfying comings it took us rather long to achieve an orgasm but when we did we really creamed and filled the other's mouth to the brim…
As I have already told you before in this diary, I love to spy on people going through the acts of love and passion. It would take me too long to tell about all the luscious scenes I have watched, but some of them are too good not to be told. This one happened when I was working at the hotel for about three months.
A newlywed couple had moved into one of the bridal suites. I watched their habits very carefully for a couple of days and when they returned to their rooms after a night out I followed them. By listening at the door I made sure they were not in the sitting room and went in with the passkey I had. The couple had already gone to the bedroom, preparing themselves for a night of violent lovemaking, I imagined. Carefully I left the door to the corridor open, just in case I had to make a hasty retreat. Silently I went to the bedroom door and looked through the keyhole. Unfortunately the key was in the other side of the lock so I could not see a single thing. What was I to do now? Just as I was about to leave the room in angry frustration I remembered the bathroom door. The bathroom had one door to the sitting room and one leading to the bedroom. With a little luck I was going to get an even better view than I had bargained for. Let me tell you why.
The door leading to the bathroom had clear glass in the center! I tried the door to the bathroom and it was open! Luck certainly was with me. The curtain hanging from the other door, the one with the glass pane, was closed, so I could sneak up to it completely unnoticed! Now I was really going to get a nice spectacle as long as they left the lights on. Through the curtain I could see the light shining from the bedroom so I was once more lucky. Soon I found myself looking through a small slit in the curtain into their bedroom.
The couple were still in the very first stages of lovemaking so I was going to watch their complete performance. Still, their state surprised me a little. The bride was completely dressed, she had not taken off a stitch. But the groom was another matter. He was sitting stark naked in a chair beside the bed. Involuntarily I held my breath when I looked him over. I hardly noticed what he looked like. It was his prick which drew my attention. And what a prick it was! It was the most gigantic thing I have ever seen. First of all, it was hard and magnificent in its aggressive appearance. Even the priest's prick was small compared to this huge pillar of flesh. I think I'm not exaggerating when I estimated it to be at least nine inches, and the circumference properly matched these magnificent nine inches. It was just too marvelous to behold and I almost found myself drooling.
In the dimly lit room the reddish-blue head glimmered, giving a delightful and at the same time frightful color. It didn't take much imagination from my side to see it being pushed in the bride's slimy crack. But what took them so long in starting to make love? Surely they must both be longing for it. As I was soon to find out, they were making quite a play out of the preliminaries…
From the look in her eyes I knew the young bride must have longed for her husband's cock to be shoved up her twat just as much as he longed to give it to her. But instead of running over to where he was seated and fucking him in a mad frenzy, she kept walking around in the room and didn't even start taking her clothes off. They were up to something very special, and lustful anticipation shook my body. I trembled on my feet and my cunt began to itch. The bride's rounded bottom and her jutting breasts bounced with every step she took.
Now and then she stopped her pacing to press the front of her dress where I knew her cunt to be. We all have it in the same place! She also paid ample notice to her upper region and stroking her breasts through her dress brought her nipples up in excitement, standing out very clearly in the material. From this I knew she was wearing no bra at all and I wondered whether she had any panties on. Looking at the two of them, I really couldn't say which one I liked best, the man or the girl. I actually envied the man. I would not have minded to have a go at her myself. She was just the kind I love to suck, or be sucked by, for that matter.
The whole scene I had been watching so far looked as if they were waiting for something, because she kept on walking around the room. Her husband fondled and occasionally masturbated his stiff flagpole of a cock as she looked at it hungrily. During all the time I had been watching them, they had not spoken a single word. They just looked at each other and sometimes smiled. The atmosphere in the room was loaded with electricity and any time the sparks could start to fly. I was surprised to notice that all this inactivity could get me so excited, but it did, making my slit dripping wet and itchy.
Luckily I had left my panties off so I only had to bring my hand under my dress to touch my pussy. I just stroked the swollen lips of my cunt, taking care not to go all the way, pushing my fingers up my cunt and masturbating. I didn't want to come right yet. Let them start their tricks first and when they were good and wild at it I would give myself a good and proper rubdown. Coming together with them while I watched them from my hiding spot. I didn't know why but I knew I was going to watch something rather special with these two. Something far beyond the so-called normal. Finally the bride spoke.
“I think I can do it now, Richard,” she said.
“That's lovely, Vera,” he answered. “Go ahead and do it right in front of me. Don't make me wait any longer. Give me my promised spectacle I long for… Do it… do it… Look, my cock is throbbing in my hand… Come on… do it… do it!”
Vera almost ran to one of the night tables beside the bed and took out an old fashioned chamberpot. They must have brought the thing themselves, because all the rooms in the hotel have a private toilet and therefore doesn't supply this sort of thing. I was really surprised at all this and although the use of a chamberpot is quite obvious, at the time I really didn't understand what they were going to do with it.
Vera placed the thing in front of Richard's chair and standing over it she raised her dress. First I saw her beautifully shaped upper legs, and then she proved I had been right in my assumption. She wasn't wearing panties, and I got a good look at her cunt. She was abundantly attired with a delightful bush of blonde cunt-hairs and her cunt must have been a match in size to her husband's prick because I could clearly see the top of her slit. She was still standing with her legs closed, but already I could make a good guess at the looks of her cunt.
What a lovely crack it must be, I thought to myself while busily fingering my own; what a pity she hasn't opened her legs yet. But she did at that moment and now she stood directly over the chamberpot. I must have been asleep that day, because I still couldn't grasp what she was up to.