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.
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…”
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!