Under us on the floor, Jean was very busy fucking the daylights out of Delia and she was getting just as much pleasure from it as her partner. Delia loved to be fucked with the dildo and I have had the opportunity to ram it in her cunt or asshole on many occasions. The fact the thing never slackens appeals to her just as much as it would to any woman and she loves to be brought from one orgasm to the other without being annoyed by a slackening dick in her cunt. And Jean was trying her very best to do just that, and long after our little daisy chain had crumpled to a heap of satisfied human flesh, the two of them were still fucking away and well on their way to their fifth orgasm. I had worn my men out and the only thing I could do was go over to my friend and sister and since at that moment Jean was riding Delia, who was lying on her back with the dildo around her loins, I presented my sister my hot moist slit and let her finger-fuck me after which she finished me by sucking me off.
That had been the fourth day. The fifth was spent in much the same way. We continually changed partners, forming couples, threes, fours, and fives, going through the erotic mill all the way. By way of change we had some solo sex as well and before the sun had set we were dead tired and went to sleep preparing ourselves for the orgy to come the next day.
CHAPTER 10
I have already told you something about the orgy, which in fact started these memoirs, so I won't go into all of the details concerning this affair. Suffice it to tell you that at a certain moment I had to lay down my pen. The others present wanted me to participate in it also, so they made me join them.
They certainly didn't have too much trouble getting me to join, because at that time I was more than ready for it. My own memories having set my senses to fire.
Two of John's closest friends came over to me and without further preliminaries presented me their rock-hard huge dongs. I really don't know whether John or Delia selected their friends on behalf of their physical properties, but one thing is sure, they all have tremendous proportions when it comes to cocks. Not that I'm grumbling, mind you. If there is anything I like it is a fat prick, but I just wonder how all of the lesser endowed men are enjoying themselves. We seem to get all the donkeys, cock-wise that is, but there must be men walking around without baseball bats for pricks. But here in this house I have never seen them. It's all horse pricks around here. But the main thing as far as cocks are concerned is that the owners know how to use them. Even a less gigantic prick can work miracles for you if the owner uses it well. And a bull size prick won't satisfy any woman if the owner has no technique whatsoever.
Anyway, there I was with two of the best whoppers in the world right under the reach of my hands. What else and better could I do but take one in each of my hands and start masturbating them with long even strokes?
I don't know what they had been doing before they came up to me, but they must have been randy like mad. I can't have worked on their throbbing dicks longer than two minutes, when all of a sudden and quite unexpectedly at that, they came over my hands. In long gushes, they spurted their thick spunk over my hands, all that lovely spunk… wasted, and I would have longed to have it in my cunt. Needless to say, I was even more randy now and bringing my spunk-covered hands to my mouth I licked all traces of their generous outpouring away. Delighting in the lewdness of my act and at the same time getting more and more randy, I desperately needed something to calm my passions. Had I longed to be fucked with one of the stiff pokers only a minute ago, at this moment anything at all would have done to quench my lust. A tongue in my slit, teeth nibbling my blood congested clit, a quick but expert finger-fuck, a fat dong buried deep in my slit… anything… anything at all to make me come… properly… profoundly… lasciviously. But my two partners had different ideas about how to make me spend.
Not only did they want to make me come more breathtakingly and obscenely, they also wanted to supply the rest of the guests at the party with some lewd amusement. And at that time this party needed some new ideas to keep going. Everybody was getting a bit tired, so some excitement was dearly called for. And they were going to get it, this I knew as soon as I understood what they were up to.
Together they lifted me from the chair I had been sitting upon, writing these memoirs, and carried me to the center of the room. There under the eyes of everybody present they stood me with my back against a pillar and swiftly fastened my arms and legs around it with a pair of businesslike handcuffs. Fortunately they were velvet-lined, otherwise I may have hurt myself and damaged the skin of my wrists and ankles.
The way I was standing with my back against the pillar I was unable to move, but for the others present, my breasts, heaving belly and last but not least my cunt were beautifully exposed. Since my legs were pulled apart rather far my slit had opened completely and since I was still randy like hell, my sticky juices flowed down my legs. But I knew I was getting wetter still. Everybody had now grasped the idea and they were looking around and producing something to strike me with. The bastards were going to flog me. All of them, at the same time! And all of a sudden I discovered who had been behind all this. You probably have guessed it… yes, my little sister, Jean. The little bitch was walking around the room instructing everybody what to use on me and where to hit me. As for herself, up to now she was still bare-handed but I knew this wasn't going to last for long. She was certainly going to take part in the action herself when she felt like it. And knowing her and her tastes, I knew she wasn't going to be the most gentle of the lot.
The others had by now formed a half circle around me and in their hands they had the oddest assortment of flogging equipment you have ever seen. Leather belts of all sorts were there, but one could also see an occasional whip. A shower of blows fell upon my prostrated body, leaving red marks on every spot they fell. My shoulders, tits, belly, thighs. Streaks of pain raged through my body and unable to hold back, I cried out in agony when the tip of a thin leather belt landed exactly between my parted cunt lips. I felt like I was stuck with a red-hot iron in my most sensitive spot and I heard one of the women cry out in delight.
“I've done it,” she yelled, “I've done it. I've been aiming at her cunt from the start… her slimy wet cunt… and now I have hit her. Oh yes… that certainly made the little bitch jump. Just imagine what it must do to her. How much she must hurt there. But it sure makes me feel good. I feel terribly randy and hot. I think I have to stop now and frig myself till I come. Or maybe I should do better than that. I think I will frig her as well… masturbate her with three fingers… in her smarting cunt… so she will hurt even more…”
And she could not have been more right! She did as she had said and coming over to me she roughly pushed three stiff fingers in my smarting, dilating cunt. It did hurt all right, but she didn't pay any attention to my painful cry. She just took pleasure in her act and excited, she brought her other hand to her own slit. With her eyes fixed upon my cringing form she played, with me and herself as if there wasn't a prick in the world to satisfy her perverted tastes.
But in spite of my initial agony the pain slowly subsided and her fingers began to give me pleasure as well. It was the utmost of sado-erotic pleasures I had ever felt and together with the pleasure I felt at being sexually aroused, I wanted to be whipped again with a very strong urge I had not held possible.