M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

We both creamed in unison and Jean joined us shortly after. Father still fucked Jean, her contracting cunt doing wonders around his throbbing dick.

Mother's and my spendings mingled delightfully, and lazily we watched Father who kept on fucking the wildly bucking Jean till he also shot his load. Grunting, he kept on pumping her till he had the last drops pumped in her slit. Taking his prick from her cunt, slimy and sticky with their mingled juices, he came over to Mother and me. One after the other he offered it to Mother and me to clean it from its spendings. A dirty thing, you might say, but nevertheless a thing we gladly did, even performing this act with a hungry pleasure…

And on it went like this. I think just about everybody made love to somebody else and on many occasions we had our fun all together in a crazy mingled position where we sucked and licked and fucked and frigged and did all the things one can think of.

Late that night, before Jean and I went to sleep I had asked her about my former friend, Mary. Since I lived in the city I had more or less lost contact with her and I wanted to find out whether she still lived around here. I hoped she did and for two good reasons. First of all I wanted to meet her again; secondly, I wanted to introduce her to Jean. When I say introduce Jean to Mary I really mean to say I wanted to give my sister a more than willing partner in her own age group. After this weekend Mother and Father would be all right together, and I don't think Jean was going to be cut off from sexual entertainment at home, but I think Jean would also like to have another person more her age, as a close and intimate friend. Jean seemed a bit surprised when I asked her about Mary, but she hastened to explain her surprise to me.

“You know, Mitzy,” she said, “it's rather a coincidence you should ask about her, because ever since Saturday night, I've been wondering about her. Your former friend happens to be the teacher here and although I'm not attending her classes or ever have-as you know I'm going to the high school in the nearby village-I still come to the old school rather often. The main reason I go there has always been because I wanted to make my lessons and they have all the books there I may need besides my own. Mary is almost always there, doing one thing or the other connected with her teacher's job, and lately we have been talking to one another rather often. We actually are on a very friendly basis and she seems to like me a lot, but up till now I didn't fully understand her affection for me. She seems to have taken a special interest in me, which I think I understand now. There is something more behind her friendliness than the fact you used to be such a good friend of hers. We have talked a lot about you, or actually it was Mary who did all the talking. I just listened. She has told me what good friends you two used to be, how many lovely secrets you shared with each other, how much she missed you for the things you used to do together. I really like her a lot and I didn't mind her going on like that, but I must have missed the message she tried to give me. You know how naive I still was… at least till last night.”

I kissed and hugged her when she said this and for a moment we were kissing and caressing each other without really going all the way. After a while, Jean continued to tell me about Mary…

“But at this moment, knowing what I know now, I think I understand what she really wanted to tell me. I think she wants to make love to me and I can't say I would mind. She is such a pleasant person and really very beautiful. I'm sure the two of you must have had a marvelous time together. Couldn't you stay another day and look her up? I would like to go with you, if you don't mind. If I see her on my own, I may still act silly and shy, but with you around it will be a lot easier. We could have another marvelous day tomorrow. And we would have the whole day, because I know there are no lessons, so she will be off all day. I do know where she lives and we could go there. When the old headmaster of the school died, Mr. Graves-you must remember him-she rented the place from Mrs. Graves. She doesn't live with her parents any longer. You know where Mr. Graves used to live, it's a gorgeous place, completely surrounded by tall old trees and far from the road. I wonder… Mr. Graves used to be a bit of an old lecher, the way he always looked at you, and maybe that is why she has rented the place. I know she visited them rather regularly when the old man still lived, and she has rented the house furnished after Mrs. Graves went away to live with her sister. Now on her salary as a school teacher, she really couldn't pay for this, so there may be some connection. Well, if you will join me tomorrow we may find out. Just say you are going to stay another day.” “I already more or less planned this, and after what you have told me nothing could make me go back before I have seen Mary. It will be lovely to see her again and make love to her, because that is exactly what we have done since we discovered how nice it is to do certain things to one another. You have been assuming this. Believe me, she is marvelous at it. Have no fear she won't do it with you. I know Mary and I know she is just dying to make love to you. I think I'll go down and make some phone calls. You don't happen to have her number, do you?”

She didn't, but I found it in the directory after I had called Jim and told him about my decision to stay another day. He gladly gave me his consent when I gave him my reasons for this and wished me lots of fun. That I was certain I was going to have. With Mary and Jean together you couldn't go wrong really. After I had hung up on Jim, I called Mary, who sounded absolutely delighted to hear from me. She had already heard from other people that I was staying with my parents and she had hoped I would call her and look her up. I didn't want to wake up Father and Mother so we didn't really talk long, but made a date for the next day. I wished her the same happy dreams about the things to come the next day as I was going to have.

She told me she was not only going to dream about it, but having heard my voice she was certain she couldn't stop from frigging herself before going back to sleep again, thinking about all the things we had done and were going to do tomorrow. I told her I couldn't say this for myself, but didn't give her any further explanation. I had decided not to tell her about Jean and the things we had done these last two days. Instead I wanted to surprise her, bringing Jean tomorrow. I hung up and went back to my room. I had been completely frank when I more or less told Mary I simply couldn't have another orgasm after all the ones I had had that day. As you know, I'm used to something when it comes to making love, but my dear relatives and especially my little sister had worn me out completely.

Jean seemed to be insatiable but I hoped she was satisfied now and ready for some sleep. I was, and I could hardly imagine her to have more stamina than I have. I could not have been more wrong. Coming back to the room she was still wide awake, and from the look in her eyes I could by now tell she was up to something again, this something very obviously being making love.

“Oh, Mitzy,” she said, “thinking about you and Mary, the things you did… the things we are going to do tomorrow… it has made me so randy. I'm ready for anything again. Look, I could not wait for you. I'm already frigging myself. Come to bed, my darling. Join me! Let me do something to you, wank you, suck you, lick you.”

In my amazement I could hardly say anything at all. How the hell could she stand it? An almost complete novice one day, a trained, insatiable courtesan the other. In a way it was too good to be true and on the other hand, I was afraid I had to disappoint her. I didn't think I could manage and make love to her again. Jean still looked at me with hunger in her eyes but she also looked a bit surprised that I had not immediately jumped into bed on her suggestion.