M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

Well here we go, I thought. I wonder what their first move is going to be like. Joan pressed her leg against mine, and talking about nothing in particular, she rubbed her knee against mine. Sue looked at me, and from the little wink she gave me I learned she was being warmed up in the same way.

“You don't look like a girl who has been around much, Mitzy,” Joan said, rubbing my leg harder…

“I don't think I know what you mean, Joan,” I said, keeping my face as innocent as possible, but to myself I thought, “That's what you think, my dear, and I'm not going to make you any wiser…”

From the other side of the table I could see Sue almost choking in her drink when she heard my answer.

“Oh, that's what I like,” Joan said, “fresh and innocent girls, but surely with your looks, you can't be all that innocent. What about your friends… you two look pretty close to one another… surely you don't just go out together… there must be something more between the two of you… something more substantial! Tell me, do you two share the same room?

“Oh yes, we certainly do… if we feel like it… and sometimes we feel a lot like it…”

“And when is that, my dear Mitzy… and why is that?”-

“What do you mean, Joan? Why and when? Sometimes we just need each other and we sleep in the same bed,” I said, trying hard to make my voice sound innocent.

“So you do sleep in the same bed then. When you feel the need to do this… come on now… don't put me on… you surely do what all girls do then…”

“Do you mean, do we please one another, Joan?”

“Damn you, you little teaser… of course that's what I mean…”

“What, is so very special, Joan… doesn't everybody do this?”

“If that's what you think, how about you and me sharing a bed tonight?”

“It's hardly the right time to propose a thing like that, is it? Why don't we have another drink and get to know each other a little better? It's so nice talking to you, but there is something else you will have to know. Sue and I don't want to be separated from each other. So if we are going to do anything like you proposed just now, it is going to be the four of us or else the whole thing is off. Take it or leave it… whatever you want…”

“Take it or leave it,” Berta said. “You two have it all planned, haven't you… and we thought you were so innocent… but this sounds more like two very experienced girls…”

“That's not true, Berta,” Sue said. “We have no experience at all, and besides, what kind of experience do you mean? Surely you don't need a hell of a lot of experience to kiss one another, now do you?”

“Do you mean to say that is all you two do? Kiss one another? Just that and nothing else? I don't believe it… there must be something more between the two of you…”

“What more is there to do?” I butted out again. “Is there anything else we could do… anything nicer…”

“You two must be putting us on… nobody can be as stupid or innocent as all that! Don't tell me you never feel each other's pussies…”

“Oh, what is that… feel each other's pussy? Is that nice? Do you hear, Sue… they want us to feel each other's pussy… did you ever think about that?”

“Did I ever think about feeling your pussy… and how… and I licked it as well… and loved doing it,” Sue said, breaking the little game.

At first they looked surprised at this, when Sue came out with the truth all of a sudden, but soon they showed they were good sports…

“You two almost had us believing you for a time. Thank God it's not as bad as all that! Let's have another drink…”

Still laughing, we had another drink. Joan was a lot closer to me now, and the same was true of Berta and Sue. Joan wasn't pressing her knee against mine any longer-instead, she had her hand under my mini-dress. She was so close to my cunt that I almost cried out for her to get it over with-stick them in and give me a good frig.

I had placed my hand on her jeans and I thought she had been very wise to wear men's jeans instead of lady's ones. It didn't take me very long to open her fly; getting into her panty from the top, I played with the curly hairs covering her cunt. She opened her legs for me and at the same time she slipped the crotch of my panty away from my cunt. Her fingers dipped between the slippery lips that were opening under her fingers.

On the other side of the table the same sort of thing developed, and I could see from the looks on the faces of both Sue and Berta that they were playing quite sufficiently with one another. If the other people in the bar noticed what we were doing they didn't pay any attention to it, and, in fact, all around us we saw the same sort of things taking place.

While we rested from our orgasm our two queer friends, the male ones, arrived and we almost felt annoyance, because we were just beginning to enjoy ourselves quite pleasantly, but it all developed pretty nicely as you will see later on.

“Hello, Joan… Hello, Berta,” Tommy and Ricky said. “Have you two been taking care of our two friends for us? We are sorry to be late, but the car broke down. Did the four of you enjoy yourselves? I think you did! Playing with the old muffs, if I'm not mistaken…”

“Did you two have a date with these hot little bitches? Well we don't want to lose them, so why don't the four of us go to our flat and have a little party? A little privacy to celebrate this occasion, there is plenty of food and drinks so we can all save ourselves some money and enjoy the night in more relaxed surroundings…”

We all agreed to Joan's idea, and together we went to the flat, Sue and I taking Tommy and Ricky in Sue's car. I was sitting in the back seat with Ricky and decided to start to get somewhere with him right away. Taking up my dress, I showed him my scanty panties and spread my legs as far as I could in the back of the car.

“Don't you think these panties are gorgeous, Ricky… although I must say I could do without them right now…”

“I think they show off your cunny rather nicely, Mitzy, but why do you find them bothersome… they don't seem to be too tight to me… or is something else bothering you?”

“It's not the panties themselves bothering me, Ricky. It's my cunt which is bothering me… it's so bloody itchy after Joan frigged me… and I feel like doing it again. How about showing me your prick… from what I can remember it's a real whopper and I can see it is bothering you rather more than just a bit in your trousers. I didn't know the sight of my cunt gave you a hard-on… why don't you take it from its cage and give the poor beast some air? I'm going to give my pussy some air as well and take off my panty. Come on, don't be so bloody prim. Take your cock out and let me have a look at it…”

When I took off my panty and spread my legs again, he could not withhold himself any longer. His prick was almost bursting through his fly, and with hurried fingers he opened it-his prick jumped out like it was spring loaded.

At the sight of his prick I couldn't do anything else but dip my fingers between my moistened lips. It was such a beautiful sight… so hard… so menacing… so delectable! Seeing me push my fingers between the opened lips of my cunt was just a little bit more temptation than he could possibly stand.

Ricky closed his hand around the throbbing stem of his dick, and keeping his eyes on my slit with an intentness which clearly showed his interest in my proceedings, he slowly began to wank himself. I yelped in pleasure when I saw him doing this, for it proved I could even bring, no-seduce, a hardened queer. Faster I rubbed the swollen lips, and my clitty got all the attention it deserved. But I took good care not to come. I wanted to take him one step further on the road to heterosexual pleasure…