M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

My friend being the person she is has just as many women friends as men friends. She is so good at making love I don't think there exists anybody in the world able to resist her advances for very long. At least the people I have seen her paying her attention to so far have all fallen for her charms, and I can't blame them. She is such a wonderful person to be with, such a good lover-I can honestly say I'm very much in love with her myself. Which of course doesn't stop me from having other friends on the side.

Anyway, Delia would not want me to love only her. It's her sincerest belief that people can be in love with quite a few more persons than one, like society wants us to believe. We, that is, Delia, John, her husband, myself and our mutual friends don't act like society wants us to act at all. In fact, we love the way we live and we would like to have all people behaving like we do. Life would be so much nicer and more interesting for a lot of people if they did. But back to the story.

Looking at Delia's belly I once again marveled at the delightful roundness of it. Without it being fat or bulky, mind you. And the crown on her body was her lovely bush of pubic hairs, covering her rather pronounced cunt.

She was standing spread-legged beside the chair I was seated on and I could clearly see her opened cunt-lips. She must have been rubbing herself something awful and I promised myself and her to make love to her. The juice that was flowing from her passion flower had enticingly wet the hairs, some of it clinging in sticky drops to the insides of her lovely thighs.

My passions were on full height now, but they still seemed to rise when I looked down at my own body. My cunt lips, stretched as they were by the dildo, were closed tight around the fat stem and sensual pleasure rocked my body when Delia moved the stiff rubber poker in and out of my crack. Suddenly she started to move the dildo faster and I looked up from between my legs to find out what had made this change in her frigging speed. I could have guessed it. Her hand was between her legs, closed over her hairy mound. Her forefinger had disappeared between the wet lips of her cunt as she was frigging herself. Like the lady she was, her little finger pointed up daintily.

Bringing my head close to her pussy I could very distinctly smell her savory cunt juice. As always, it set me all afire and made my mind reel in longing for the taste of it. I took her hand away from her cunt and replaced it with my mouth. She didn't make any objections to this… I would have been very surprised if she had done so. She loves to have her pussy sucked by me and many a morning after John has left to go to his office, I go up to her room and cuddle with her in the big bed.

We spend the good part of the morning in bed then, forgetting anything but sucking one another to orgasm after orgasm. She is always eager to receive me in the morning and I'm always eager to bring her to orgasm with my tongue.

So she didn't complain now; instead, she spread her legs even farther to make it easier for my tongue to enter her to its fullest. The slightly salted taste was like nectar in my eager-mouth. She must have been pissing just before she decided to watch me write my story and knowing I like the spicy taste of fresh piss, did not bother to wipe her slit.

Making slobbering noises, I sucked her delightful cunt while Delia pumped my dilating slit with the huge rubber prick. Both of us felt happy, luscious, beautiful in our mutual pleasure. Soon, all too soon, our pleasure ended in a glutenous orgasm.

Delia flooded my mouth with the stickiness of her cunt-juice while I abandoned my spunk over the shaft of the reaming dildo. But it was very relieving and I was able to continue my memoirs after this little interlude.

The others watching us cheered when we achieved our orgasm together, their own lusts heightened by our little show. Excited as they had become, they were soon making love in all its variations again. My passions quenched again after playing with Delia, I was able to continue my story again.

One day I became interested in a married couple staying at the hotel. The first thing I do these days is to find out how long those I'm taking an interest in are going to stay. I'm only going to be really interested when they stay on for some time. If they are only going to stay for a day or so I can't be bothered. Well they were going to stay for some time and I decided to give them all my interest.

The girl was really beautiful, with a sort of tragic air, and the man was handsome, with a hard, cruel face. So far I had only had encounters with single people (not counting the newlyweds I had watched when I was first working at the hotel).

Due to my affair with Leonora, I had some experience with trio lovemaking. (You remember the little games we played with Leo, the porter?) I had liked this sort of thing a lot and I wanted to taste some more of the same and this might be my chance to have another go at it.

At the reception desk, I had found out their names. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Keeler-the girl's first name was Lorna. That's one thing and then, to become better acquainted with them. Giving them just that little bit of extra service, it didn't prove too hard, more so because they stayed in their rooms most of the time. They hardly seemed to go anywhere and were around the rooms most of the times I came in to clean.

Soon we were on speaking terms and after that they more or less took it for granted I was around when they were in their room. So they didn't bother to wait for me to leave when they were dressing and I thought that here was my big chance to become more friendly with them.

Whenever I was in the room and Lorna was dressing herself I started to help her dress. You know, the small things, like handing her her clothes and zipping her up. Nothing really special and nothing really exciting. But it helped and they were getting at ease with me and became real friendly in no time at all.

Helping Lorna dress I always managed to touch her here and there, taking good care to make it seem unintended. But she must have noticed something, for after this had happened a couple of times she looked at me with a funny look in her gray eyes. It made me feel all hot for her and I wouldn't have liked anything better than taking her in my arms and making love to her then and there. Thinking better of it, I decided to wait a little longer before I was going to be the one to make the first pass. And this happened sooner than I hoped it would.

I was just about to either give up altogether or make the first pass myself when one night upon entering their room, after Lorna had called for me, I found her standing in the center of the room, naked as the day she was born.

Although I had seen her in various stages of nudeness, I, up to now, had never seen her completely naked. It took me rather by surprise, but my surprise didn't stop me from marveling at the beauty of her nude form. With her high, firm breasts and delightfully shaped tummy, she was lovely and stimulating to my always hot senses. She must have cut the hairs of her bush regularly for she was almost bare cunted, and the pouting lips could clearly be seen. A terribly strong longing to embrace her went through me but Lorna seemed more withdrawn than her usual self.

“Will you help me get in this dress, Mitzy?” she asked, pointing out a black silk dress hanging over a chair.

“Aren't you going to wear anything underneath, Lorna?” I asked her. “It looks like a rather tight dress to me and all of your body will show in it. No matter how enticing you will look, I don't think a lot of people will appreciate this sort of thing…”

“I'm not going anywhere with it, Mitzy… I'm just going to wear it for Robert's pleasure… and mine as well. If you want to, you may stay with us tonight. We know you have wanted this for a long time already… and we decided it to be tonight… but, mind you… it could be a little rough on you… you may not have had an experience like this before…”