M. Pelletils: The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

Mary was seated in the grass and she spread her legs as far as they would go. Bringing her hand to her cunt she had spread the lips apart, and already her eyes fluttered in excited expectation.

Curiously I had watched her and like she had told me I saw her push her finger in the what looked to me a very tight crack. After the first joint of the finger had disappeared between the lips she started to move it in and out. Soon she was sighing heavily and her body shook and trembled from head to toe.

“It's such a lovely feeling, Mitzy,” she said. “I can't get enough of it. When I'm doing it I want it to go on forever and ever, while at the same time I can't wait till I come. Oh, I wish I could do this all day… coming and then start all over again and again… Take down your panties and try it yourself… it's so lovely… Do exactly like I do. It will make you feel so good… sooo… gooood!”

I did as she told me to do and raised my skirt and took off my panties. Bringing my hand to my slit like she had done I found it, much to my surprise, slightly wet and sticky. Like I had forgotten to give my cunt a wipe after a piss, but still different. More sticky and smooth. It felt nice to the touch, and the oiliness made my finger slip in very easy. Through burning eyes Mary was watching me closely and she knew what I had found.

“Your slit is wet like mine, isn't it? Now move your finger in and out. Do it just like I'm doing, Mitzy. Move it slowly in and out… slowly… make it last… it is so nice if you make it last…”

I did and a wonderful feeling, one I had never experienced before, started to spread through my body. It was like a burning fire going through me and in ecstasy I groaned while I bit my lips to prevent myself from crying out.

“It's lovely, eh, Mitzy?” Mary said. “Keep it up and move your finger well… try to make it go in as far as possible… in a while it will become even better. Look at me while you do it. Watch me doing it, like I'm watching you… it makes it so much nicer… it makes you so much hotter. It's so good to look at each other while we are doing this…”

My pleasure was so strong that tears blurred my eyes and I couldn't see Mary clearly. My eyes rolled in my head wildly and only vaguely could I make out the sounds Mary and I made. Balls of fire danced before my eyes in a weird, whirling dance and suddenly something seemed to explode within me. I couldn't hold back any longer and I cried out my pleasure while I experienced my very first orgasm. Keeping my finger in my slit without moving it, however, I felt the lovely feeling slowly fade away, leaving me very weak but satisfied like I had never been before.

Through slitted eyes I watched Mary, who was still rapidly frigging herself. Although she couldn't have been far from coming she was still writhing like one possessed. Her longer experience in this sort of thing must have made her more able to keep herself in hand and thus prolong her pleasure. Until now she had, like me, been sitting, but at this moment she threw herself down on her back. She gave me an even better sight of her cunt and the spunk-wetted lips looked all red and swollen. And she frigged and frigged and frigged till all of a sudden her body seemed to stiffen. She moaned and groaned in pleasure when she finally reached her orgasm and limply her hand fell down her side. On her finger the sticky come-juice glistened while she lay back with gasping breath.

Needless to say, I was very grateful for this lesson, and I have since then repeatedly used it. And not only at that time, but up till today, I still find it very pleasurable and often give myself to it.

Masturbating still has its own special thrill for me. It's so nice to have one's pleasure in one's own command. When you bring your hand to your most precious spot… opening the lips… fingers searching for the treasures within… and then-but I mustn't let myself be carried away, so back to my story. Later there will be time for more of the things I want so dearly in life!

The lesson Mary gave on that sunny day was my first encounter with solitary sex. Later we found it doesn't always have to be solitary, just like we learned to perfect our ways of masturbation. Right at that time I was very happy with my present knowledge just like Mary was, but already we had found it was more pleasure if you do it together.

She made me promise again to go to confession and tell the priest everything we had done together and also tell him about the things I was doing when I was alone. We were still quite naive!

The following Saturday I went to confession, and there everything happened like Mary had said. There was really only one minor difference. I could answer positively when he came down to his specific questions. After I had told him all the little things children do wrong I stopped talking, waiting for him to go on.

“Do you ever touch your nude body, my daughter?” he asked in a sonorous voice.

“Yes, Father,” I answered without any hesitation. It must have taken him rather by surprise, for he stayed speechless for at least ten seconds.

“Where do you touch yourself?” came his next question in a rather hesitating way.

“All over my body, Father. Especially on my breasts and between my legs.” Lately I had discovered the sensitivity of my breasts, so I saw nothing wrong in mentioning them as well.

The old lecher, however, was far more interested in my cunt. In his profession he must have been so hungry for it that it obsessed his whole being.

“Do you also stick your finger inside,” he asked, “or do you just touch it?”

Once more I had to give him a positive answer, and I was getting very excited telling him all this. I was certain my narrative so far had already made him start to fondle his prick because I heard the rustling of his clothes and his panting breath. Unlike Mary, I had understood that the jerking motions on his prick gave him similar feelings to mine when I masturbated.

“Do you feel like doing it at this moment, my child?”

My answer must have surprised him even more. “I'm already at it, Father. Just like you must have your prick out of your clothes by now.”

He didn't answer me that time; I imagine he just couldn't say anything anymore. He was surprised at my attitude, but not too surprised to leave his part of the confession booth and quickly enter mine. He found me exactly like I had told him he would.

My skirts were high up over my waist. My panties were on the floor. My legs were spread wide in front of me and my hand was over my crotch; with one finger buried deep inside me, I sincerely frigged myself.

He was just about to tell me how sinful this was when I interrupted him and gave him still another surprise. He must never have had an afternoon like this before.

“Give me your tool, Father… so I may be forgiven…”

He opened his cassock and there it was. For the first time my eyes beheld the prick of a grown man. The hardened cylinder of male flesh stood out from his body and this time the surprise was on me. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as that before. The bulging head looked almost purple and from the tiny slit on the tip a drop of pre-coital fluid had appeared.

Hungrily I reached for it and due to Mary's explanations I knew exactly what to do. Without stopping the frigging of my own burning slit I closed my hand around the huge pole and in earnest I started to jack him off. My movements soon brought his prayers.

“Jesus Christ, she is a hot little devil,” he murmured, “but she knows how to masturbate a man. Look at the way she is handling my dong… I will come twice as much as usual, because of the sight she offers me frigging herself. She must be doing this often… very, very often. Oh, yes… I feel the spunk boiling inside me… my balls are so full of it… all for this little temptress… she is such a delightful little wanker. Oh, yes, I'm coming already… coooming… coooming… coooooomiiiiiing…”