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.