M. Pelletils: The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

During her introduction I had taken the chance to look their pricks over carefully and found Judith had not been exaggerating about their dimensions. A quick estimate gave me the impression there wasn't a cock under eight inches among them, and they all looked hard and menacing.

Again I felt rather uncertain, whether I wanted to go through with it. Looking at their enormous dongs gave me the idea I had overrated myself somewhat, but I was afraid I was a little too late to draw back now. Taking their pricks in their hands they came closer to the couch and smiling, they moved their hands along the huge stems, drawing the loose foreskin back uncovering the huge glans.

“Well, Mitzy, my girl, here you go,” I thought to myself. “Let's hope for the best and maybe I'll come out of it alive and in one piece. One thing is certain so far, I'm going to get fucked, good and properly, more than I have ever been fucked in my life before. It will take a long time before they are through with me.”

A little weakly, I smiled at them and because I didn't want them to know my feelings, I reached for the nearest prick. Taking the huge thing in my hand, I marveled at the terrible hardness, while at the same time I was surprised at the smoothness of the skin. The feeling of the throbbing shaft in my hand gave me back my confidence in myself and one by one I touched their pricks lightly.

My caressing of their dongs brought a smile to their faces and their stiff pricks jutted up against their bellies. Little globules of pre-fuck juices dripped from the tip of the murderous dongs and the randy bastards must have been looking forward to fucking me till I blacked out under their sexual assaults.

Feeling confident again I decided to give them some hard work before they succeeded in doing that, and their arrogant and self-assured looks made my self-confidence rise to a high pitch. With my confidence my usual randiness had also come back and between my legs I felt the juices beginning to flow. Despite the murderous looks of their pricks I was getting terribly wet again and I began looking forward to the fucking they were going to give me.

“Well, boys, who is going to be first?” I said, pointing to my now properly moist slit. “One has to be the first, you know. I can hardly accommodate all of you in the same place at the same time. So get at it, and show me how good you are!”

They knew they were getting the chance to have a go at me, all of them, so they didn't hurry or fight among each other as to who was going to be first.

John was the first to step forward and fuck me, and he let himself down on the couch beside me. His long prick was pressed tight against my thigh and I loved the feeling of the hard throbbing thing against my burning flesh. His hands moved over my body in a somewhat professional way, but all the same, a nice way…

My nipples hardened under his fingers and he played with them in an absolutely divine way. After playing with the nipples for some time, he left my tits and began to knead my belly, letting his fingers go through my curly cunt hairs as well. At intervals he let the first joint of his roving finger disappear between my moist, slippery cunt lips. So far I still had kept my legs closed, but under his skillful fingers I just had to open them. Once my legs were open to his hand he immediately let his hand close over my hot-box; His stiff but tender fingers began exploring my now properly dripping slit, searching for my joy-button. Swollen as it was, he didn't have too much trouble in finding what he was looking for.

John happened to be one of the masters in playing with a swollen clit. His fingers played a delightful game with my clitty and not long after he had started this enchanting finger-fuck he had my clit so hard and stiff I thought it would pop out of my cunt if he kept it on for very much longer. Taking it between thumb and forefinger, John rolled my little clitty around in the way I love it to be played with, the way I do it myself or let my girl friends do it. He couldn't have started in a better way, and the last of my fright left me almost instantly.

While he kept on playing with my little joy-button for some time, I reached for his fat dong, and clasping my hand around the throbbing stem, I gave him all my skill in masturbating a prick. The huge, mauve-colored glans came free whenever I pulled the loose foreskin back, and covered the delightful knob when I moved my hand forward. Each time I brought the skin back over the glans a drop of pre-fuck juice appeared at the tip, and I licked my lips looking at the delightful wetness it left on my hand. How much I longed to have a taste of it! How thirsty I was for the glutinous, sticky stuff. How nice it would be to take the throbbing cock in my eager mouth and suck him till he spent in my mouth, drenching me with his lukewarm acrid sperm.

I was feeling what you might call, “sperm happy,” and I longed for nothing else but spunk at that moment-thick, juicy male spunk. My longing to have his stiff dong in my mouth mingled with a longing to have his prick stuffed up my slit and this terrible longing to be fucked won when Judith came to join the fun.

Taking my nipples between thumb and forefinger of both hands she began working on my tits, and she was good at it-terribly good! I loved what she was doing, what John was doing. My cunt, my tits, being played with at the same time by two very able people, making my head reel in lust, forcing me to spread my legs even further, opening my cunt for the penetration of the big whopper, pressed against my burning thigh now.

Judith, still naked, offered her beautiful form for me to look at and the prick in my hand throbbed and jumped in expected lust. Spreading my legs as far as they would go I let myself be treated like a plaything, my clit being cajoled, my nipples pinched and pulled till Judith thought the time had arrived for my first fuck of the day. The first of many to follow…

She stopped playing with my tits and taking John's prick in her hand she guided the huge fleshy pillar to my steaming hot-box, although I would not have blamed her if she had stuffed it up her own twat. Doing all those things, playing with my tits, watching all those throbbing dicks close by must have done something to her as well and she must have longed for a fuck just as much as I was longing for one.

But she didn't want any of the murderous pricks for herself right now. Instead she opened my cunt with the fingers of one hand and guided the throbbing dick to my dripping slit with the other. When the blunt tip touched the outer cunt lips I gave a relieved sigh.

Slowly John worked his weapon in my cunt and when he passed the inner lips I already felt completely filled with cock, but there was more of its terrible length to come and he kept going, pushing his cock in my cunt up to the hilt. The fat stem stretched me, almost to the tearing point. Lust mingled with pain shot through my body, but I was much too excited to take much notice of the pain. I loved the way he filled me, reamed my spunk-streaming cunt with his huge poker. And there was Judith as well…

She was at my side as well and squatting beside me she offered me a marvelous view of her opened twat. Once more she took hold of my tits, while John continued to fuck me with long strokes of his throbbing prick, which he had up my cunt to its last long, thick inches.

Judith was stroking and pinching my hardened nipples again, bringing my excitement to a feverish height. John's huge, throbbing gland filled me completely and it is obvious I was soon, all too soon, on the verge of coming.

The scene Judith and I had offered the men while they were still hidden in the adjoining room, must have had the desired erotic effect on John, because when I let go of my juices in a rocking and shaking orgasm, even this professional fucker couldn't or didn't want to hold out any longer. In long jets his sperm filled my sheath and after some last powerful strokes he pulled his wet prick from my slit. Our mingled juices still trickled from my dilating open slit but this didn't stop his friend Arthur for one minute.