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…