M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

How absolutely exciting it is to think and write about the “sins of the flesh,” as our parish pastor used to call sensuous pleasures. And the fact I have committed myself to practically all of them makes this narrative even more exciting.

My name is Mitzy and at the time these memoirs start I'm twenty-eight years of age.

During my story, you, my reader, will meet all the different people I've met in my life.

I'm certain you will find them just as interesting as I did.

Talking about “the sins of the flesh,” I only have to raise my eyes from this paper and look around the room to see them right in front of me and all around me.

A terrific orgy is taking place in the big living room of John and Delia's.

John and Delia are the people I'm working with at the moment. There are people all over the room, making love in every possible way. In fact I don't think there is anything dull going on-a straight fuck, or anything else as boring as that.

Just a short while ago I was also taking part in this orgy, but all of a sudden the idea came to my head to write down my numerous adventures. But I mustn't run ahead of things and make this story confusing. Let's start at the beginning, or when I became aware of the facts of life.

I was born in a small village and the facts of life were explained to me at the tender age of fourteen.

As is usual in this sort of thing it was one of my girl friends who initiated me to the “sins of the flesh.” She was, like I am, a Roman Catholic, and one day she explained to me about the things our parish priest always raved about from the pulpit.

One day when she had gone to confession the priest had asked her whether she ever touched herself at certain parts of her body, especially at night in bed.

She had not understood what he meant and had asked for an explanation.

“Do you never touch yourself between your legs?” he had asked her. “On that part of your body where you make pipi from.”

Her answer had been negative and she had been most surprised and curious.

The priest, sensing her curiosity and taking good advantage of her obvious innocence had made her raise her skirt and take off her panties.

“Now spread your pretty little legs,” he had said, “and look down below your belly button. Look closely at your little snatch and bring your finger between the two lips you find there. I see you already have some hair on it as well.”

She had done as he had told her to do and his breath quickened when she brought her finger in between the little pouting lips.

The touch of her 'finger at the tightly closed cunt lips had evoked a pleasant feeling in her entire body and she liked it so much she had to lift her bottom from the seat a little. It was as if this newly found pleasure spot of her body had a mind all of its own. But it was going to be even better.

“Do you still have your finger where I told you to put it?” her confessor had asked from the other side of the confession booth. “Now open the lips a little and move your finger slowly in and out. Doesn't that give you pleasure?”

“Oh… yes, Father, it does…” she had answered with a sigh she had been unable to suppress.

At this he had told her to go on with it and he promised her it was going to be even better still. She was going to feel a pleasure she had never known before and she would never be able to do without this. The priest had certainly known what he had been talking about for after some time of this delightful frigging the pleasure had mounted in her body and increased to such an extent she thought she was going to explode in a cloud of pleasure.

And then it came and for the first time in her young life she had experienced an orgasm. For the first time she had come, spending her virgin dew over her busily frigging fingers. It had left her shakingly for a moment and she was unable to move or raise herself from the chair.

From the other side of the confession booth she heard the rustling of the priest's clothes and his breathing that had grown quite heavy. After a while when she had regained herself a little he had addressed her again.

“Although this is very pleasurable it is also very sinful, my daughter,” he had said, “but you can be forgiven for this grave sin. Tell me about it when you have done it before going to sleep. Also show me how you did it when you come here to confession and I will teach you the way to be forgiven. For this serious sin a mere prayer isn't enough. Only when you take a certain part of my body in your hand while I say the prayers will give you forgiveness.”

With these words he had left his side of the booth and came over to hers. After he had closed the curtain carefully behind him he had opened his cassock. Sticking out from his body was a huge thing and to her it resembled a sausage. Its size had frightened her and the smell from the thing had shocked her.

Stepping closer to her the priest had ordered her to take it in her hand. “Put your hand around the stem,” he had said, “just under the head of it. Now move your hand up and down along the stem, you sinful girl, and I will say the prayers necessary to give you your absolution.”

Too curious to resist she had done as she had been told and frankly the disgust she had felt at first disappeared as soon as she started to wank his whopper.

After a couple of strokes a drop of fluid had appeared at the tip of the thing, soon followed by another and another. It made the stem of the huge sausage nice and slippery in her hand and she really began to enjoy her work. In the meantime, the priest had started his “prayers.”

“Oh Holy Mother,” she could hear him murmur, “this little one is jacking me off… my pre-fuck is already oozing out… she does it so nicely… she is doing it like an angel… an angel couldn't frig better than this little girl… she must have been born a wanker… in Your name she is going to make me come… making me spend over her fingers… spurting in her face… Holy Father… I'm cooooom-ing… coooming… oh Christ… I'm coming… spunking… it's shooting out in Your name… aaaaagh…!”

At this last hoarse cry her hand had been filled with a smelly, whitish, lukewarm stuff and the throbbing thing in her hand had slackened while she kept up the up and down movement.

“Your sins are forgiven now, my child,” he said. “Here, wipe off the proof that my prayers have been heard.” And he handed her a handkerchief. “Go home now and rest your soul in peace, but remember, don't forget to tell me all your nightly sins the next time you come to me. And in case your twat makes you sin during the day, don't hesitate to satisfy it.”

I was absolutely fascinated by her story and curious as I was I asked her to show me also how this delightful sinning was done. Deep in my mind I had already decided that I wasn't going to worry myself about the aspect of the sins involved. All I really wanted was the terrible pleasure she had so ardently described.

To be truthful, even before she had finished her story a rather funny feeling had spread through my body. The center of this pleasurable feeling seemed to rest between my legs, exactly where the priest had told her to touch herself. Already I had involuntarily rubbed myself there, although my dress covered me.

Mary, as my girl friend's name was, made me promise to confess everything we were about to do to the priest when I went for confession.

Rapidly she had raised her skirt and taken off her panties and for the first time in my life I had a look at another person's private parts. It certainly didn't look different from my own cunt, but the fact it was another girl showing me hers made me feel all funny and excited. Often I had looked at my cunt when I was undressed, instinctively sensing it served still another purpose than making water.