M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

“Seat yourself between my legs, Jean, with your legs over mine,” I said, lifting myself to a sitting position. “You can see anything you want to see and do anything you want to do. Besides, it will also give me the chance to do something for you as well.”

Seated like this we both had full and easy access to the other's cunt and Jean could not have asked for a better position the first time she was going to have sex with somebody else. Taking her hand I guided it to my cunt, although she really didn't need much guidance, because she was all eager and ready to get started.

When her hand rested upon my slit, I brought mine to hers and gently pried the slippery lips open, entering her cunt with one finger up till the first digit. Following me in every movement, Jean didn't have too much trouble in learning how to frig another woman properly. Besides, she had had lots of exercise on her own hot slit and knew exactly what she liked best, which corner to touch, what gave her the most satisfaction, etc., my own hand also played my song of love on her charming cunt and swollen red clit.

When I felt my orgasm approaching I told her to stop and make her tell me the same thing about herself. She was a bit reluctant to do this but when I explained this would prolong our pleasure she was all for it and so we went on for quite a long time, busily frigging one another, stopping at intervals in order not to cream too quickly, taking up where we had left when our passion had subdued a little.

Obviously the randy little bitch had never thought about this when she worked herself over, being too randy for it and in too much of a hurry to cream herself silly…

The way we went at it, it took us a long time to come, but there is a certain moment when you just can't stop. When this arrived we were both at the same height of passion and lucky for us we creamed together this first time we mutually masturbated each other. Happy convulsions shook our bodies when we spurted the sticky cunt juice over the other's finger, and tired but satisfied, we tumbled into each other's arms.

With one hand covering a breast and the other closed over a still dripping slit we happily fell asleep. I dreamed about all the things I could still do with my little sister and she must have had the same sort of thoughts, for she rubbed herself against me in her happy sleep.

I imagined what it would be like to have her suck me or suck her lovely slit, and needless to say this excited me no end, but I decided not to wake her up and introduce her to this way of making love. It would be much better to save this till the next day, when we would have all morning and the afternoon to go further on the road of love. If things developed the way I thought they would I could always call my boss and ask for an extra couple of days. Knowing Jim, I knew he would not refuse me this, especially if he knew I needed those extra days to introduce my little sister to vice and lasciviousness.

During the night I woke up a couple of times, but Jean was still sleeping exhausted beside me and I didn't start anything with her. But on one of the occasions I could not hold out any longer and looking at her while she lay beside me, one hand having involuntarily slipped between her legs, I brought on a quick but all the same satisfying relief by tossing myself off with quick and agile fingers. Licking my own spunk from my fingers, I once more fell asleep satisfied and happy for the moment. I didn't wake up till the next morning when Jean brought me morning tea and kissed my still nude breasts till I opened my eyes.

I quickly let my hand run under her dressing gown to feel whether she had bothered to put her panties on and I wasn't surprised the least when I found she had not.

Her young and eager slit immediately opened under my fingers and I could not resist the temptation of slipping one finger inside and for a short while I rubbed her erected clit, but I didn't make her come, much to her annoyance. I wanted to save that for a little later. No matter how much she pouted and made ugly faces at me, she had to postpone her randiness a little. Obviously I didn't tell her I had frigged myself during the night while she was fast asleep. I think she would have been furious if she had known this.

I came downstairs after I had taken my bath and carefully perfumed myself all over- remember, I was on the seduction tour. The breakfast table was ready, and Mother, Father and Jean were waiting for me…

I had not dressed myself and told Jean to do the same, so the two of us were just wearing our housecoats. Father looked a bit surprised at this rather unusual outfit for his tastes, but he didn't say anything.

Jean winked an eye at me as if she wanted to say: “He is finally learning, the old prude!”

I winked back at her and decided not to make any excuse or explanation for my way of dressing. The least said the better, and besides, he was going to leave for church right after breakfast, so why should we worry. Breakfast went on very pleasantly and Father didn't insist we should join him in going to church, instead he more or less wanted us to stay home.

“You have been away for such a long time, Mitzy,” he said, “I think your mother and sister and you couldn't really enjoy Mass today. I'm sure the three of you have a terrible lot to talk about and I think for this once, you should stay home instead of going to church. Talk all you want and have fun. I will be back later in the afternoon.”

Since my father had to fulfill his duties as a church elder he always had to leave very early on a Sunday and he stayed at church most of the day. This of course would give me a lot of opportunity to have something more than just talks and fun with my mother and sister.

After Father had left we quickly washed the dishes and sat down to enjoy another cup of coffee. I seated myself close to Mother and giving Jean a wink to pay good attention I opened my first attack on her…

“Don't you think we are nice and cozy in here? I mean the way we are, Mother,” I said. “The only thing I don't understand is why you have dressed completely. Why have you not just put on something thin and flimsy. I'm sure Jean and I are much more comfortable than you are. It's still very early and already it's rather warm. It is certainly going to be a very warm day and in a moment you will be very uncomfortable the way you are dressed. If there is anything I can't stand, it's clothes clinging to my body on a hot day. You should see the way I sometimes walk around in my room at the hotel. I wear absolutely nothing at all, and it feels just marvelous.”

“You know perfectly well, your father doesn't approve of walking around in the house not properly dressed, Mitzy,” my mother said, already looking a little more uncertain. “You know how quickly he considers a dress to be indecent, how quickly he thinks you are half-naked. I was really surprised when he didn't say anything to Jean or you about it. Oh, as far as I'm concerned, it's all right, but I don't want to upset your father with this sort of thing, especially on a Sunday. You know how careful he is about keeping the respect of the neighbors since he has become a church elder.”

“But he will be away for the rest of the day, at least till the end of the afternoon. He won't find out. And concerning the neighbors, they won't find out either. We can always close the curtains, can't we? And as far as I'm concerned they can think what they please about the closed curtains, I don't care. As long as I'm in the house I can do as I bloody well please and I don't have to ask permission for anything from the neighbors.”

“Well, I don't know, Mitzy. We have to live in this village. It's all right for you, you are far away from it, living your own life. And I'm certain it's a lot more exciting than ours here. I wonder what it is like, to love a life completely different from the way of life we have here. It must be so much more exciting, so much more varied. I hope you're not doing anything bad.”