M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

“I feel so ashamed,” she whispered, “but I just had to do what you saw me doing. I couldn't hold back any longer. And it was your presence and the way you looked, all naked and beautiful, that made me do it.”

“But there isn't anything to be ashamed of, darling. You are not the only one who amuses herself like that at night.”

“But… but… I've been told it is all wrong, unhealthy and abnormal. It makes your eyes go all funny, and all sorts of things.”

“Whoever told you this nonsense?” I said in blazing fury. “It's completely normal, and as far as your health is concerned, it does relieve you when you have done it, doesn't it? So it can't be very well unhealthy, and besides, how can anything so nice and lovely be unhealthy and abnormal?”

“Do you also do it then, Mitzy? Oh, I would be so glad if I knew you also liked to do this. I thought I was the only one who did this. And I always thought it must be unhealthy, because it always leaves me weak and breathless and I feel all funny when I stand up.”

“Yes, it will make you feel like that, but it also makes you feel happy and satisfied, doesn't it? It will make you feel exhausted after you have creamed good and properly. And as an answer to your first question… just look at me!”

Throwing the blankets away from me I showed Jean in what sort of position I found myself. It wasn't so different from hers. My legs were spread and with two fingers of one hand I was holding open my cunt for the stiff Anger of the other hand to better penetrate my Gripping slit. This one finger was rapidly agitating between the hairy lips of my cunt. In other words, I was very busily tossing myself off, proving to Jean I also knew how to amuse myself. With a cry of pleasure Jean threw herself at me and before I knew what was going to happen she had begun to kiss my breasts with a fervor I would not have thought possible a couple of minutes earlier. She was really very fast in learning and she must have known the sensitivity of a tit very well. She must have found this out in her solitary hours in her room when she walked around naked and stroked and caressed her own body.

“Oh, darling Mitzy, I'm so terribly happy you also do this, that you also love the pleasure it gives one. Please don't stop. I'm going to join you. I'm really going to give myself that lovely feeling together with you. What did you call it? Coming? Well, I'm going to come like I've never come before, knowing I won't be alone tonight, knowing you will be lying beside me, doing the same thing, enjoying yourself the way I am. Oh, I love to do it so much. All during the day I think about it. What I'm going to do at night in bed… how I'm going to do it… oh, it's so lovely, so terribly lovely…”

She threw herself on her back again and now without any shame or shyness she began to masturbate herself, trying to keep the same rhythm as I.

Although I would have loved to feel her finger in my slit right now instead of tossing myself off, just as much as I would have loved to masturbate her lovely little quim, I was satisfied for this moment to frig myself lying by her side. Swiftly I brought myself to an orgasm and Jean joined me like she said she would when we both creamed profusely, wetting our fingers with the sticky spunk. We didn't stop right after we had creamed, but kept on wanking ourselves till we could not stand it any longer and had to relax, while passion still shook our bodies.

But I was only permitted a very short rest, which I didn't mind too much, because my darling sister, having tasted the sweet fruits of passion together with another person for the first time, wanted to start right away again. Cuddling up close to me she let her head rest between my breasts. Occasionally she kissed my nipples, while she started to question me.

“Have you done this more often? I don't mean frigging yourself, because I know only too well that once you have started this it is impossible to stop. You just have to have it, every day, every night. But I mean… did you ever do this with anybody else? Did you ever share the same bed, seeing one another do it? I think it is so much nicer than doing it all alone. And I wonder…”

She didn't finish her last sentence and having a good idea what she was about to say, I didn't press her to go on.

“I think I know exactly what you wanted to say, Jean. Of course, my innocent little darling, I've done this more often. And actually it's the only really nice way to do it, although when nobody else is around, a quick frig all by yourself can be very satisfying indeed. But to do it together with somebody else is of course far more satisfying and there are so many variations possible in making love, because that is what you are, doing-making love to yourself! All women of all ages do this sort of thing, together or alone, with a man or with a girl friend.”

“Do you think Mother has also done it?”

“Has done it? Well, my darling, that is something of an understatement. Do you really mean to say you have never caught her at it? The way I used to do when I was still at home…”

“Did you actually see her doing it? Oh, I would never have thought she could, but it certainly does explain some of the noises I hear sometimes when she shuts herself in her room during the afternoon.”

“So you have heard her frigging herself? But you should see her! She really is a sight to see, the way she goes for her snatch… and she has a lovely one! I tell you what, tomorrow, when Father has gone to Mass, I have planned to seduce her into doing it together with me. Now that you are such a nice girl and my darling little sister, I want you to join us. So there will be the three of us, all doing it at the same time. Just try to imagine what a sight that would be. The three of us, our hands between our legs, frigging like mad, trying to get our orgasms all at the same time. Oh, we can work out something real nice between us. I might make her frig you, or she can frig me, or you wank her… whatever you like! It could really be one big frigging and wanking orgy. The three of us frigging each other, our fingers buried in the other's slit, bringing the juices out, creaming over each other's fingers…”

On purpose I had mentioned the possibility of frigging one another, just to make her aware of this first variation she should learn concerning the noble art of masturbation. I felt she should quickly understand what I meant, and I was not wrong. My little sister was really quick in understanding this sort of thing.

“I think I would love to be frigged by her,” she said with shining eyes. “It must be really marvelous, just to lie there and let yourself be played with. Not to do anything at all and still get this marvelous feeling-coming, I mean! And come to think of it, I would just love to do it to you right now. I hope you will let me. There is so much I still have to learn, but I already like everything that goes with this and the quicker I learn, the better. Please, Mitzy, let me masturbate you. I want it so much,' and you can tell me whether I'm doing all right. You must know all the right motions to give the most pleasure…”

When she talked about frigging me she had sounded a little hesitant and since I didn't want to miss this excellent chance to have myself masturbated by my little sister, I hastened to get her over this sort of hesitancy.

Spreading my legs as wide as possible was just a matter of split seconds, and my cunt was open before her admiring glances. She just couldn't take her eyes from it, and without hurrying her-although I nearly died to feel her hand upon me-I let her have her own way and gave her all the time she wanted to look at me. But a person of normal red-blooded sensuality can hold out only for a certain time and I decided that something had to be done after some time.