M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

Quickly closing the door behind him, he leaned against the door, looking at the scene we offered him. His lovely wife was dressed in the tight black dress, slobbering away at my cunt, her lips covered with my slimy come juice, still panting from the cunt lapping she had given me.

We must have been a real sight and very exciting as well, for when we looked up at him we could see his hardened prick standing out in his trousers. He just stood there smiling, without saying a single word! The look in his eyes frightened me and at the same time excited me terribly. Pointing his finger at me he made me come to him.

When I stood in front of him he looked me over, especially looking at my dripping bush.

“You're looking very lovely today, Mitzy,” he said. “Are you going to stay the night with us? Are you ready for it? Come on, speak up! This is hardly the time and the place to be shy or anything like that, is it? As long as you are going to be with us tonight you might as well start by unbuttoning my fly… my cock is much too cooped up in there… Come on, open it for me… You must have opened flys before so it shouldn't be too difficult for you…”

My hand went to his fly and I unzipped it quickly. Under my eyes his rock-hard prick sprung out of his pants-it really was a whopper. It was enormous, both in length and circumference, the bulging head glimmering redly on top of the huge scepter. Looking at it I longed to have it pushed up my slit-once more passion reared its head. But I wasn't going to get it right now and neither was Lorna, who must have been feeling even more randy.

At least I had been sucked very adequately by her. By now the poor girl must be dying for something up her slit, especially this mighty weapon her husband had for a cock. Uneasily she shifted her bottom on the bed, all the while looking at Robert's erected cock in my hand.

“Come over here, Lorna,” Robert said. “Come over here and take a closer look at what I have for the two of you…”

Lorna raised herself from the bed and came over to her husband and me. In what seemed an almost humble way, she stood before him, looking at his cock with longing, burning eyes.

“You may touch it, Lorna… Mitzy, take your hand from my prick… let Lorna touch it… she loves to feel it throb in her hand, don't you, dear?”

I took my hand away from the stiff prick reluctantly as Lorna closed hers around the huge stem.

“You like the feel of it, don't you, darling… in your hand… in your cunt, your mouth. Jack me off a little… but be careful… don't make me come yet… we save that for later… after we have had some more fun… you know what I mean, don't you…”

At this last question she just nodded her head and, tightening her hand around his prick, she began to masturbate him slowly and carefully. Fascinated, I watched her work on her husband's prick. It was such a lovely sight to see her hand covering and uncovering the bulging head with the loose foreskin.

“She is very good at it, isn't she, Mitzy? My bitchy little wife sure knows how to frig a prick… of yes, she is really good at it… did she tell you she used to frig her old man when she was only five? That's how she learned to handle a prick properly… from her old man… he must have been a randy bastard, making his five year old daughter jack him off… and she loved him for it… she loved to feel his spunk squirting over her hot little hand… he also taught her how to frig her little hairless slit… that is why she still shaves her cunt… in memory of all the lewd things she used to do… and I love her for it… oh yes, I love my darling little wife… she is such a randy little beast… she can't get enough of it and when I discovered she liked her bottom spanked and whipped we really went all the way…”

Standing close to the lascivious couple I had a very good view of the manipulations of Lorna's hand on Robert's stiff prick. In my mind I could picture what she had looked like when five years old, handling her father's prick. I had not been wrong in my hunch when I first saw them. They were the very thing I expected them to be, and I shuddered in delight thinking of the things still to come.

“Stick your hand under her dress, Mitzy, and feel the state her cunt is in… she must be dripping wet by now… she must be dying for it now… sucking your cunt… wanking me now… oh yes, she must be dripping wet… but don't frig her yet… she is going to get a whipping first because that's something else she wants most dearly…”

I did as Robert told me to do and reached under Lorna's dress, my fingers carefully investigating her cunt. He had been right… so very right. She was sopping wet, sticky cunt-juice flowing from her open slit, dripping down her legs. Her cunt opened like a flower in the sunshine under my fingers and I would have loved to frig her till she spended. However, I sensed Robert was to be obeyed, and against my own nature I took my hand away from her lovely wet slit.

“I think she isn't far from coming, Robert… she is streaming juice and her cunt is all open and wet… Are you going to whip her now?”

“You are really eager to watch her being whipped… You love to see her cringe under the blows… All right, I think we better get her flogged then… no need to wait any longer… Lie down on the floor, Lorna and you Mitzy, get some ropes from the wardrobe and bind her hands… you may have to gag her as well… to keep her from crying… We don't want to wake up the other people…”

I was so excited by now I could hardly stop myself from trembling all over, but with Robert's help I managed to bind her hands and gag her. She looked lovely the way she was on the floor. All helpless and unable to stop us now… She was completely at our mercy, and I knew I was going to enjoy every cruel minute of it… Although she must have been used to this sort of treatment, she looked scared and terrified, but it didn't make me feel any different toward her. I had no pity at all for her- her helplessness made me all the more excited. I couldn't stop myself from passing my hands over her body and, to add to her humiliation, I cruelly pinched her erected nipples. She cried out in pain but the gag in her mouth stopped her from making a sound. She just rolled her eyes and tears came down her face. Her body bucked up and down on the floor, but it made her so much more tantalizing I couldn't make myself feel any different. Robert, watching me make his wife squirm in anguish, came over to us and rolled her over on her belly. Her round buttocks now attracted my attention, and raising my hand I slapped them with all my might. Thinking how lovely it would be to really whip them I spanked her harder and harder and all of my sadistic tendencies came to the surface again. My other hand went to my own hardened nipples and I stroked them, making them seem harder and more protruding. Moving my hand further down, I pushed it between my legs and caressed the curly cunt-hairs. Kneading my belly, my hand went lower still and spreading my legs I opened my hot-box. I just had to calm the itching in my cunt, so sticking my fingers between the hairy lips, I gave my clit a few swift strokes, bringing it to full erection and my passions to full height.

Robert, standing beside the two of us, was getting excited fast. His rock-hard prick was still standing from his opened fly, but now he quickly undressed himself. Being completely undressed, his magnificent prick was an even better sight. With every slap I landed on Lorna's bottom the huge scepter jerked up threateningly against his belly. The bulging gland looked livid and menacing, globules of pre-fuck dripping from the tiny slit. He went to a drawer and from it he took a thin leather belt. Walking over to us he stood himself over Lorna's prostrate form and raised his arm high. I was still sitting beside her when he brought his arm down, beginning to beat her. I could clearly see the leather bite in the silk dress. He must have put all his strength behind this first blow.