We rested for some time, but soon were ready for more action again. Taking one of Danny's lovely nipples between my lips, I started to suck upon it, while I motioned Gaston to start sucking her cunt. Like I already have mentioned, Gaston is a very good cunt-sucker, he certainly ranks among the best in this age old art and only a few strokes of his agile tongue had her cringing on the bed.
“Don't make her come like this, Gaston. Push your cock up her slit. I think she is more than ready for it now. The little bitch is wet like a goose and you won't have trouble getting in her…”
Gaston lifted his head from between her legs and some of her spunk was clinging to his lips. On hands and knees he placed himself between her legs, spread to their utmost capacity, and gently he began to work his murderous dong in. She was still very tight for a prick his size and Danny moaned in pain.
But having come this far, Gaston didn't stop moving his dick in. Fortunately he didn't have to break through any obstacles since I had taken care of that this afternoon. But he still had not all of his cock in and when he suddenly moved forward, I thought the little bitch was ripped to pieces. I cried out in delight when I saw him push it in till the hilt and Danny's head rolled from side to side while she tried to push him away from her. It was almost like I was watching a rape and it certainly aroused my cruel streak.
Gaston didn't let himself be pushed away, not after having come this far. He desperately wanted to fuck her and that is what he started to do. With long even strokes he pumped in' and out her stretched cunt. Looking at those red and swollen cunt lips, tight around the fat stem of his dick I felt the mad lust to put my mouth there and suck them both at the same time. But they made too much racket for this so I had to find something else to satisfy my craving to come.
Squatting over Danny's face, I let my dripping slit down on her mouth. She seemed to be still in pain but this only added to my excitement and rubbing my cunt over her face I managed to quench some of my lust. My lewd deed made her overcome her pain a little and passion taking its place, she let her tongue disappear between my cunt lips. With delight I felt her tongue penetrate me and I knew she was going to be all right.
Danny wildly bobbed up and down, now meeting each of Gaston's pushes with the same ardor he was administering them. Muffled moans of pleasure came from between my legs, her tongue feverishly lapping my cunt. I couldn't hold out any longer. I was creaming over her lips, but she kept on sucking me. I saw her belly heave, convulsions shaking her body, while she spent in her first fuck.
Gaston quickly pulled away from her spunking cunt and pushing me away from her mouth he pushed his dick between her parted lips. This really was her day. Danny was being sucked, fucked, and now she was sucking the same gigantic dick that had fucked her. And the throbbing thing was still as hard as ever and wet with her own juices. This certainly doesn't happen to every girl who was a virgin only yesterday!
She almost choked herself on the size of his prick, but she didn't have the slightest intention to back out of this final part of her education. With much more ardor than can be expected from a novice in sucking a cock she gobbled upon his prick while her fingers played with his spunk filled balls. And she didn't even try to pull away from his cock when he pumped his boiling sperm in her eager mouth. No, far from it… she tried to swallow it all and her eyes fluttered in delight when she emptied his balls with her mouth.
I was proud of her and I envied her future husband. Whoever he may be he was certainly going to get a wife who knew how to suck a prick properly.
Her cunt was once more open to attack. My attack, that is. She had been properly stretched today and without any trouble I started to masturbate her with three fingers at the same time. She liked what I was doing to her and she gobbled upon the dropping prick in her mouth with renewed pleasure.
I knew she was going to take long to come and Gaston must also have sensed this. With force he pulled himself away from her mouth and hurriedly dressed himself, leaving the room in what almost seemed a flight. The poor boy, we had been too much for him. But for us the fun was just beginning. Offering her my dripping slit to frig, I kept on masturbating her till we wet each other's fingers with our spendings.
Falling asleep after this, we were satisfied but exhausted.
Waking up after some time we were once more ready to start our antics again and thus we spent the day and night and many to follow.
I hated to see her leave, but one day she had to, and we parted, promising to look one another up when we had the chance.
CHAPTER 8
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.