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.
Suddenly the woman frigging me and herself seemed to stiffen and a hot torrent of cunt juice spurted over her fingers. She had creamed like I was dying to cream, but she no longer paid any attention to me. She took her fingers away from my cunt without finishing me and exhausted, she fell down on the floor beside me. Over her head she must have seen my open, dripping wet slit. I was in utter rut and I terribly longed to be sucked by her. But my darling little sister once more ordered the others to continue whipping me.
“She hasn't come yet. It's still fun to whip her. She can still take delight in it. Whip her… whip her! Don't let her come back to her senses all the way.”
The others didn't hesitate to do as she said. They took too much delight in what they had been doing. Once more their blows landed on my body. Waves of pain mingled with an indescribable pleasure raged through my body, making me even more randy than before. My lusty feelings increased when I felt my former partner apply her mouth to my cunt and her tongue entered my slit all the way, as far as it would go.
The others stopped their whipping and looking up, I saw the reason for this. My sister was coming into action. And I had been right in thinking she wasn't going to be gentle about it either. She was brandishing a mean looking cat-of-nine-tails and I knew how much a thing like that could hurt when used in the proper way. I had used it on partners myself a couple of times and I still remember their cries when it hit them with all the force I could muster. The others stepped aside, giving the room to my sister.
While the bird between my legs kept her mouth glued to my cunt, my sister raised her arm and her blows with the cat followed each other in quick succession. She really made it sting, but by now I was too far gone to feel any real pain-the pain I would have felt when being not in the heat the way I was now… the sucking mouth on my slit… the whipping my sister dealt me. Needless to say I could not hold out very long. I had been tempted too long now. My body had to release itself in a creamy orgasm. And when it finally came, it hit me like a thunderstorm. With a cry, I abandoned my load of spunk in the mouth on my slit. But that wasn't all that happened. I will probably never know what made me go off like this, but at the same time I experienced my long awaited orgasm, I also emptied my bladder. Yes, I actually pissed in her mouth and the filthy bitch just loved it. She drank all of my urine she could hold in her mouth. Some of the stuff ran down her chin, wetting her breasts and belly.
The others, watching us were amazed and at the same time excited by our filthy act. They had long since stopped their flogging and thrown their belts and the like away. The men were frigging their bursting pricks or had
