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.
CHAPTER 9
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…