M. Pelletils: The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

His hot seed spurted over my hand when his load shot out of his throbbing dick. Some of it even landed on my other hand, with which I was still busy frigging my own burning cunt. It really set me off and his juices delightfully mingled with my own when I creamed over my finger.

All the friggings I had been giving myself lately must have really started my growth into womanhood, for every time I masturbated, more juices flowed.

Soon after this delightful little session I found other ways to bring on the priest's lascivious prayers. Let me tell you how.

One afternoon I had stayed home without my mother's knowledge. Looking from my window I saw him coming up the path leading to our house. He came to visit my mother regularly, especially when my father was away. I was not at home most of the times when he came, but after the little session I had had with him I decided to stay at home and spy on them. Instinctively I knew I was in for another lesson in the wide field of sexual education.

After greeting him my mother took him up to my parents' bedroom. I sneaked up the stairs after them. I knew there was a crack in the wall through which I would be able to peek at them. Putting my eye to the crack in the wall, I had clear sight of them. Thank God for old houses like the one we used to live in. It is so much better for your education. And the kind of education I was going to get now was going to be rather special and very entertaining.

My darling mother was sitting in a chair and I think her position should have surprised me, but being who I am and knowing what I did at that time I wasn't surprised the least to see her sitting in a way which clearly showed her bulging cunt in the sheer material of her panties. She must have been very randy because in the crotch of her panties a wet spot had appeared and at this spot I focused my attention. Already I was getting excited at the idea of seeing a grown woman's cunt. The priest's attention also was attracted to the same spot and the front of his cassock had been slightly lifted by his hardened cock.

“You are having these sinful thoughts again,” he told my mother. “I can see it by the way you are seated.”

My mother didn't speak but just nodded her head and moved her body in such a way that it made her panties slip in the wet gash of her cunt.

“Unless you follow these thoughts and turn them into real sin, is there absolution for you?”

My mother nodded again and almost in a hurry she took off her panties. I gasped when I saw her hairy cunt for the first time. I thought I had never seen anything so exciting and beautiful in my life before. From between the rose colored lips, drops of spunk dripped on the chair giving her twat a beautiful glossy appearance.

As she was raising her dress as far as it would go I could see the mass of hair growing halfway up her belly. The outer cunt lips seemed to pout and opened the way they were I could clearly make out the erected clitoris standing out like a firm red button. Long black hairs covered the entire length of her coral colored gash, which she moved out of her way in order to spread the lips apart with two forked fingers. Beckoning the priest she really opened up for him to give her cunt a closer inspection.

He went down on his knees in front of her and looked at the dripping cunt before his eyes with an intentness which showed his interest in this sort of lewd performance. He opened his cassock and without taking his eyes from her twat he slowly started to masturbate his near-bursting prick. His enormous scepter with its shining head seemed to grow even more with every adept stroke of his hand. Seeing him frig his prick like this my mother yelped in delight and she quickly brought her other hand to her open slit. Without taking the forked fingers of her other hand away, she pushed two stiffened fingers in her damp cavity. Damp isn't the word, really. By that time she must have been sopping wet. Dipping her fingers in the gash made a terribly exciting noise and involuntarily I also brought my hand to my cunt, although it was still covered by my dress. But that was a problem easily solved and hiking up my dress I soon had my hand in the top of my panties. The two in the room were still absorbed in the masturbating show they were giving one another and I was just as absorbed in their labor as they.

My panties were bothering me. I couldn't get at my snatch the way I wanted to so I quickly stepped out of them. That was better, and spreading my legs as far as I could while still standing up I brought my finger to my little hot-box. The two lewd bastards in the room had really gotten me hot and randy. I was wet as spinach and without taking my eye from the crack in the wall I started to masturbate in the same rhythm as my mother.

The priest, whose frigging had raised his prick to a tremendous size, raised himself from the floor in front of my mother and stepped close to her. Bringing his prick close to her face, all the while frigging himself like mad, he made her turn her head towards him. She smiled happily when she saw his dong so close by her face and she opened her mouth. Getting closer still the priest brought his cock to her opened mouth and her next action made me almost come. My mother opened her mouth as wide as possible and her lovely lips closed around the huge and throbbing head!

So this was done after all. From the very first moment I had seen a prick, which wasn't too long ago, as you remember, I had been wondering about it. It had been so nice and warm and throbbing when I had closed my hand around it. I can still remember how I had thought how nice it would be to have a stiff warm thing like that in one's mouth. My lack of experience, however, had prevented me doing so.

But here I saw it actually happening and I envied my mother for it. Here right before me I saw my mother go at it and from the gurgling noises she made, the size of the throbbing rod must almost have choked her. I can still recall the exciting effect it had on me and my finger reamed my slit deeper than ever before.

I frigged myself like never before and it was very hard to keep from crying out in frustrated passion.

It didn't take my mother long to make the priest come. All too soon after she had started her delightful work on his cock I saw his prick throb and jump in her mouth and his juices spurt. His body shook in heavy convulsions when he creamed his load in her greedy mouth, all the while calling out his “prayers.”

At the same time he filled her mouth with his lukewarm juices my mother's body also went rigid when her orgasm, brought forward by her own fingers, racked her. Taking her fingers from her cunt, her slimy juices flowed on the seat of the chair, lying by her asshole in a little puddle.

I knew they could leave the room any minute now and I hurried up the steps to my own room. I still had not come myself and I just had to have it. I just had to frig myself and come… come… come. Almost in an hysterical rage I threw myself on my bed and with pictures from the lascivious scene I had just watched, lying spread-eagled on the bed, I frigged myself till I came in an orgasm which left me shaking for some minutes.

Right after the priest had left our house I also left and I went straight to my friend, Mary's. We went right away to her room, Mary sensing I had something exciting to tell her about and she wasn't wrong.

In full details I related her everything I had seen that afternoon, not omitting anything. When I came to the part where my mother was sucking the priest's prick, she couldn't restrain herself any longer. She was so excited she couldn't wait till I had finished my story. She just had to do something about the burning feeling between her legs. Raising her skirt she almost ripped her panties down and before I could join her she was already well on her way to making herself come. Frigging for all she was worth she panted on the bed and I watched for a while when all of a sudden an idea came to my head. If sucking a prick was good to a man, it must be wonderful to a woman to have her cunny licked.