M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

After some time I decided to take matters in hand again. His matter, that is, and see whether I could bring it back to life again.

Raising myself from the couch I laid myself between his opened legs and made him rest his head against the couch. Beginning my action, I first of all wanted him to take off his pants. For what I wanted to do a man can hardly keep his pants on. He helped me get rid of them and I soon could work on his prick and balls without being bothered by his clothes. Like I already said, I was lying in between his legs and I took his shrunken balls in my hands and started to play with them. This soon had the desired result and they became hard and rounded again. Now I slid myself down a bit further, and bringing my mouth to his balls I let my pointed tongue go lightly over the wrinkly skin. I let my tongue wander all around his scrotum and his prick was trying its best to raise its tired head. Transforming my mouth to this part of his anatomy I licked the limp length of it as well as the shrunken gland. More blood was being pumped into this spongy organ and it grew rapidly to size. That is, to the size and shape I like it to be. It was not going fast enough to my liking, and taking the head in my mouth I sucked it, rolling the glans around in my mouth. Now it really started to swell and soon it was hard and ready for fucking. And not too late at that. I was so damn randy again I couldn't stop myself from fingering my twat. He must have noticed this from the eager wriggling of my body, for he opened his eyes. During the ministrations of my tongue he had kept them closed, and watched my fingers flying in and out of my cunt.

“Wait a minute, my dear,” he said, “let me do you properly this time. Let me ream you with my prick… Let me ram it home… There where you obviously want it to be rammed…”

He liberated himself from my sucking mouth with some reluctance and went down on his knees between my wide-spread legs. Taking his prick in one hand he pointed it at my wet slit while opening my cunt with his other hand. Instead of prying the lips apart with the tip of his dong he obviously wanted to ram it in in one stroke, so he needed to open it in order to accommodate me. Moving forward, he rammed it in to the hilt in one mighty stroke and immediately he went on in a nice clean fuck. With certain, even strokes he reamed my cunt. Filling it to the brim when he moved forward, almost withdrawing completely when he pulled back. He wasn't of the rabbit-style fuckers so he really went at it with nice long strokes, taking his time and thus prolonging his as well as my pleasure.

Occasionally, when a strong wave of lust raged through my body I would have loved him to quicken his pace, but all together it was a very nice experience after our frantic mutual masturbation of not too long ago. His slow way of fucking (together with our previous spend), was going to make us rather long in coming, and I really settled down to enjoy it as much as possible. As you know, up till now I didn't have very much experience in straight fucking. In Lesbianism and other perverted pastimes, yes, but straight fucking wasn't my field so far. And if I also had to learn something about this, I might as well start right now with this nice boss of mine.

Well there is nothing perverted and terribly exciting about his way of fucking, I thought, but what he is doing he does terribly well and I don't think he will fire me after all this. And I must confess he really digs his whopper to the bottom of my cunt… and I love him doing it this way… it's so nice and relaxed after our first bout… he goes so far… he makes me all itchy and hungry for coming… oh, yes… I love it… love… it…

I must have uttered my last thoughts aloud for he looked me into my eyes and answered me.

“I like it just as much as you do, dear Mitzy,” he said. “It's just as good as the first time for me… your slit is so delightfully wet… it's as if your cunt lips are sucking me… you're still so tight… I'm still far from coming… but when I do I will come a bucket full… let's take this one nice and easy… I can hold out as long as I want… I want to come together with you, darling… so when you want to come… please do so… when I feel you spunking over my prick… I will spurt my load up your cunt… Filling you with it… your lovely, wet… cunt…”

Heaving myself up and down I met every one of his strokes and I felt myself getting very close to coming.

Oh, just a little bit longer, I thought. Just a little bit longer. It's so damn nice… so damn nice… I love what he is doing to me… I hope we are going to do this some more in the future… as well as other things… there are so many things we can do… so many delightful and lewd things… I want to suck his cock…make him come in my mouth… I love sperm… when it spurts in my mouth… a throbbing dick in my mouth… my lips are around the burning head… spunking… creaming… lukewarm… in my mouth. My mind was reeling and I didn't know what to do or say anymore. I just groaned and moaned, throwing my head from left to right and bucking on the floor like a woman possessed by whatever it can be possessing you. In my case I was possessed by randy, horny lust and nothing else. I was on the verge of coming at this time and I cried out in passion:

“Fuck me harder, you darling fucker… fuck me harder… ram your prick… your fucking prick… make me come… give me your spunk… cream with me… Fill my slit with your spunk… your slimy sticky spunk… I'm coming… coooming… ooooh… spunk… prick… fuck… I'm coooom-ing…”

He didn't control himself any longer, and in long jets the lukewarm, sticky spunk flooded my hot slit. On my cunt and clit, it was like water on an overheated engine. It was so nice and soothing I hoped he would never stop spunking. My juices mingling with his were too much for my cunt to hold and the glutenous love-juices we both offered dripped, no, burst, from my hot-box. His rock-hard prick was wet with it and some of it dripped down my ass, wetting the floor under us.

We were fully exhausted after this bout of straight fucking and we had to rest for some time. At least I had to rest, or actually I rested. I was out. Completely. I had fainted!

When I came to my senses after some time, he wasn't on the floor beside me any longer. I looked around the room and saw him standing at a cabinet, pouring himself a drink. During our fuck he had left his shirt on but now he was completely naked. Our lovemaking must have been a little rough on his shirt. At least that was what I presumed. I raised myself, and straightening my dress I was ready to go back to work again. Turning around, he looked at me and held me back.

“Won't you have a drink, Mitzy?”

I was nearly dying from thirst so I didn't refuse this offer. He handed me a nice ice-cold drink, and with a sigh of relief I took a sip.

“Oh, that's lovely,” I said. “Just what I needed, thank you.”

“You don't have to go back to work, Mitzy. Why don't you stay a little longer? We might be able to enjoy each other some more. Or are you too tired to keep me company?”

“Oh no. I'm tired all right, but not too tired and if you want me to stay it's fine by me, sir.”

“Please do call me Jim when we are together. So, that's settled then. Have you finished your drink yet? Yes, you have. Let me make you another one. Was there enough ice in the first one?”

“It was just fine, Jim. We did each other a lot of good, didn't we? I hope you are able to give me some more of that prick of yours.”

“Not right now, Mitzy, but you would be surprised what we can do after some time and after the right treatment.”

“I will certainly be surprised, Jim. You gave me so much already. But if you have to give some more of the same I will gladly receive it. Anyplace you want to put it, I might say.”