“Oh, this is divine, Mitzy,” she exclaimed, “he can feel his cock riding in my belly! It's so thick and tight… he is stretching my cunt so far… it's almost as good as your tongue… stand over my face, my darling. I want to see you doing it when you frig your darling cunt… it's so lovely to have his dong up my cunt… while I look at you… with your finger up your cunt… reaming out your crack… your juices dripping from it… landing on my face… oh, Hank… go faster… fuck me faster… harder… harder… I can feel myself coming… I come… come… come… cooooome… your spunk… spurting out of your cock… it's filling me… I want it… I want it… ooooooh… aaaaghh…!”
While the two of them had their first coital orgasm I unfortunately had to satisfy myself with my finger. But really, it isn't so bad to masturbate oneself after you have been watching other people fuck away for dear life. As a matter of fact, I still like to do this and sometimes I'm happy just to watch lovemaking without really participating as long as I can masturbate myself. Still standing over them, I really went to work on my burning twat, and looking at their spent bodies through lust filled eyes I frigged myself to a quick and satisfying spend. It's remarkable how you still notice details although you are almost crazy from lust. Hank's body half covered Mary's and his limp prick glistened from her juices. Sperm was dripping from Mary's open, swollen cunt lips and they offered an absolutely lewd picture-. It sure made me spend in no time! Tired, I let myself fall down beside them.
After some time Mary came over to my side. I was still lying quietly beside them, savoring my last orgasm. My cunt lips were still swollen and wet from my previous spending and she softly touched them with her fingers. Running her finger over the length of my cunt she soon had my little clit raising its head, awakening for new games and pleasures. After playing with my twat for some time, she brought her head between my legs. The taste of my juice turned her on and she went to work on my cunt in earnest. Licking and sucking me like this, she soon had me excited again- and not just me. Hank, watching our little game of sapphism, got excited as well. With little jerking motions his prick came erect again and he moved closer to us. He watched our antics for a while, occasionally touching our cunts and our breasts.
Sticking his finger in Mary's cunt he frigged her gently. After he had played with her for some time he removed his finger and it came out of her cunt all covered with her juices. Smilingly, he offered me his fingers to suck and closing my eyes in delight I licked them clean of their spendings.
“Let me fuck Mitzy now,” he said, pushing Mary out of the way.
His sister moved away from between my legs and Hank, getting in between them, aimed his fully recovered prick at my opened slit. Reaching for it, I took it in my hand, and pulling back the loose foreskin I brought it to my dripping hot-box. There is a special thrill to a first fuck as every girl will know. I will try to describe it as well as possible.
Bringing his cock to my slit, the head entered very easily, oiled as I was by my copiously flowing juices. Although I had fingered myself frequently, his prick made my cunt lips stretch and I had the feeling of being split apart. A different tickling from anything I had experienced before shot through my body as I felt his dong starting to enter my love tunnel. He reached my virginity and for a short time, stopped his attack. Clasping my hands around his buttocks I pulled him forward, making him break through my cherry myself. Apart from a very short stinging pain, I didn't feel very much and moving myself up and down I urged him to start fucking the hell out of me. Lust raged through my body and I was unable to say anything. I was hardly able to breathe, excited and passion filled as I was. I reached over to Mary with my hand and immediately she understood what I wanted from her. She squatted over me in the same fashion I had done and her cunt lowered down to my face. She was still, or again, slippery wet, and I licked the length of it, filling my mouth with her slimy spunk. Hank, in the meantime, was really pumping away in my sopping cunt and the only sounds to be heard were the sounds of bodies in passionate lovemaking; writhing, sweaty bodies moving over one another. The smell of spunk filled the room and anybody passing the room could have sensed what was going on, even if he or she was deaf. By just smelling. Take a deep breath and what do you get? A stiff prick or a dripping slit! Our fucking pace became frantic and the bed rocked and bumped. It was a good thing there was nobody in the house for we were making a terrible racket. This time the three of us came together and it left us completely spent and exhausted.
The relationship among the three of us went on very well from this moment and it lasted for another year, during which time Hank fucked me frequently while Mary and I also continued our lovemaking. After that year I left the village I was born in.
My by now perverted tastes wanted new experiences and I decided to join the crowds in the city. From various books I had been reading, I had found out that a job in a hotel would do me fine. One meets a lot of people there and undoubtedly there would be numerous people to satisfy my sex hungry cunt. And if this interlude to the real story hasn't bored you, my reader, continue and take notice of the real interesting part of my life.
CHAPTER THREE
I didn't find it too troublesome to get a job as a maid in one of the very best hotels. My good looks must have helped me a lot, for all of the other room maids were extremely good looking. I liked my job and the girls I had to work with. There was plenty of time to spend looking at people in the rooms through the keyhole and it was always a thrill and a lesson to me. Later on I will describe one of the scenes I have watched, but first let's get back to the other room maids. The one I liked best.
Sue, the kitchen helper. She was beautiful and lovely. Long legs which she accentuated by wearing very high heeled shoes, and a simply luscious pair of tits. For some time, I had been longing for them. There seemed nothing more important than sucking those lovely tits of hers. To play with them with my hands, to pick the nipple, roll it between my fingers, make it stand up in excitement.
At night in bed-we had a single room, each of us-I played with myself, making myself come over and over again, thinking about her. Visioning her in her bed, nude as I was, her legs spread, her hand between them, the fingers separating the hairs from the slimy lips and poking her fingers deep inside her lukewarm cavity. My mind was made up. I just had to have her. Make love to her. Make her scream in delight under my hands, my tongue… But how? But when one is desperate, one is also inventive. Like the saying goes-in love and war everything is permitted. So one day I carefully worked out the little plan I had.
First of all I had to get her in my room, so after working hours I asked her up to my room to have a drink with me. I had a nice bottle of wine in my room. I whispered this in her ear, for we were not supposed to drink in our rooms. Not that anybody paid any attention to this rule, but nobody said so openly so I whispered this little secret in her ear.
Once in my room I knew I had to seduce her. For the past weeks I had observed her carefully and I knew she didn't have another girl friend in the hotel. Not that she was hostile or unfriendly, but she just wasn't intimate with anybody. She often left the hotel alone on her days off and always came back very late. Later I would find out why and sometimes I'm still asking myself who seduced who. But let's get back to where we were: in my room with Sue and I was going to seduce her. After some small talk and some wine I stood up.
“I'm going to make myself more comfortable, Sue dear,” I said. “Get out of this uniform and get into something more cozy. Would you mind unbuttoning this silly blouse for me? I always have trouble with it and last week I became so frustrated that I almost ripped off the buttons. Actually they should give us double rooms. It's so much nicer to have a companion-we could help each other dress. Don't you think so? I wonder why they don't give us double rooms. They could save themselves some rooms and I would have nothing against sharing a room with you.”
“Neither would I, Mitzy, but there you have it. “Here, let me undo these buttons for you.”
I turned my back to her and she started to unbutton the blouse.
“Maybe they think we are up to funny things if they let us share a room.”
“What kind of things do you mean, Mitzy?”
“Oh, you know, the things girls sometimes do with one another.”
I was getting quite direct in my approach to the vital things. I turned around and looked at her smilingly. She looked at me with wonder in her eyes and although I explained it a little differently, it made me feel all excited.
“Oh, I don't know whether that is the reason, Mitzy,” she said without going into my remark.
What the hell, I thought. Does she or doesn't she know what I'm getting at? Without bothering to turn my back I started to undress myself, taking care to do it just as if she wasn't in the room. All the same, I could feel her
