I guess my sex life started one day in the summer of my thirteenth year while I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room that kept his clothes clean, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so big about things like that, I pulled them and went to my room. I closed and locked my door, then sat on my bed and started looking in the magazines. There was a photo of naked or semi-nudes girls in erotic poses, and reader stories about their various sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started thinking that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines did to be, then maybe I was missing (I guess for the first time I was getting excited). I started wondering how my body compared to the girls’ bodies in the pictures, so I removed my clothes and sunk before my full mirror with the magazines broadcast in front of me. I look pretty good. My hair was long on my shoulders and brown, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot shape was smooth and firm with the young. In the summer, I was tanned a rich brown outside of the milky white triangles on my smooth round ass, soft blonde pussy, and pit, boobs size fishing.
I started playing in front of the mirror – trying the poses that the girls in the pictures were in. During this, I was touching so that I had never been touched before, and my body responded. My nipples were hardened and my skin was cut, and then I came to a picture of a girl with her separate legs, left hand inflating a chest, and right rubbing her pussy. When I tried that pose, I changed my life. Massage my pussy felt well in a fleshy way, and as I continued, it grew wet and the feeling slowly increased. The pleasure of looking at me please took me, and I coveted my own body. I dropped my lips and used my free hand to caress me everywhere. I ran my hand on my face and licked my fingers, then rubbed my tits and teaed my nipples. The feeling in my pussy was to build on ecstasy and spread through my body. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was turning my hips against my hand, and I increased the movement. I spread my pubic lips and made small circles around my awake clitoris with my mid finger. It burned, and I sweat.
I knew something big would happen soon and I thought about it. The ecstasy burned in the center of my being. I bit my lip so I didn’t cry, and I ran my back, walking around like myself in the mirror.
With what seemed to be an infinite cascade of intense pleasure beyond what I had never dreamed possible, I had my first orgasm, and I came. I sank in a wet pile, going back to what I had lived. My fingers were slipped with my sperm, and I sucked every one of them clean. I loved the taste of my sex. It wasn’t long before I started her again. I stood on my back and put my knees touching my shoulders with my feet in the air. That way, I had a great view of my pussy. I spread my lips and I slipped a finger in my tight but lubricated little pussy. It was great, and I started slipping my finger in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. Because of the state of pleasure I was already in, and combined with the erotic joy to get out of it, it was not long at all before coming back. When the scavengers stopped, I spread my overload in my thighs and breasts. After taking the silence on the floor, I sat down and started looking in the magazines again.
I realized with surprise that I was excited to watch pictures of nude GIRLS! Was that normal? I looked at the pictures. Each of the models was a floating fantasy of curves and hot, wet, luxury. I was excited by them, and I decided that if a girl could get out of the way I looked at other girls, she should do it as often as possible. My hand still got away from my pussy, and I started fantasizing how romantic it might be to be with another girl while we both went out. I was running the pages and thinking about who the girls would be the hottest to be with, when I came to a pictorial that brought home all the wildest dreams I had. There were two girls in bed together. The pictures made me so excited that I came twice in an ecstasy daze that I looked at them. The girls licked each other’s pussy and boobs (at the time I could only imagine what the world felt totally erotic). My mind painted pictures of pleasure that made my head swim, and I wanted to live the dream.
With thoughts of me and another girl licking her bodies for an orgasmic eternity, I came back, and collapsed.
It seemed like I had a free time pleading. Since I made love in my mind, it was all I could think. My head was fantasized of myself and other naked girls in sweaty orgies of licking, sucking and touching. I was so consumed by orgasms that I slept in my bed and masturbated until I was exhausted and then fell asleep. My dreams were so erotic that I often woke up with my hand on my already wet pussy, and I was going to play again with myself.
All I could think was that I had to try with another girl. I desperately wanted to know the feeling of a wet tongue on my nipples, and the taste of another’s pussy. It wasn’t long before I got my chance…
My parents came out of town for the weekend, and left me with my brother. He told me I could have a friend to spend Saturday night, because he was going to a party and probably wouldn’t go home. I called my friend Kristen, and she came.
I always thought she was pretty, and now this “new me” thought she was so pretty and so expensive!
She was about taller than me, with long blond hair, blue eyes and gently curved lips that wetly slipped. His body was tight and round in all the good places. I couldn’t take my eyes off her while we ate a pizza and watch TV… waiting for my brother to leave. I was dying to know the shape and color of her nipples, the softness of her pussy, and the taste of her juice.
When my brother finally left, I was very excited to think about Kristen’s body and my panties started to get wet in my jeans. How am I gonna tell her I wanted to sleep with her? How was I gonna convince her to do what I wanted?
“Kristen,” I started. Have you ever had an orgasm?
We were sitting on my bed in my room and reading a Hit Parade. “No, she says, “you?”
I smiled and threw up. “Oh, really? With whom?” she says, sitting right and looking interested. It was a good sign, and I pressed. “I did it with me.”
“Really?” she says. “How’d it go?”
“It was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I said. I was thinking that it might work, and I told him the whole story, which made me warmer.
When I finished describing it, she asked me if I could show her how, and I knew I was free. After she left until she masturbated with me, she’d do everything I asked.
I told her to remove all her clothes, and she did it without saying anything. I took mine too, and I almost stopped a few times because I was so excited to look at it. Her body was soft and flawless, her pussy was the color of her hair, and her nipples were red and rounded like small breasts on her breasts. I want to suck them!
There was something electronic on the bed with his… so much unexploited pleasure. I told him to separate his legs and do what I did. I went to his knees, stretched my legs and started rubbing my hard clit. She did the same, and soon her eyes widen as pleasure began to build. Her nipples were now as hard as mine, and I told her to rub them too.
We looked like that in silence, and I could see that she was exploring my body with her eyes. After being so excited all afternoon, I was close to falling when we started. I closed my eyes and chased in a wet ecstasy wash.
I opened my eyes and she looked at me intentionally, and licked her lips. I knew she was almost ready too. I started rubbing with my left hand while I licked my juice from my right. Kristen brought her legs up while she stretched for release, and bit her lip, leaving a little squeak. She tightly stacked herself from her right chest with her left hand, and my luxure took the upper hand in the sight of her pleasure. I leaned forward and caught her with my right hand wet, pressing and sentimental.
We were very close at that moment, and we looked in the eyes of the other. I knew I’d come back and I was hoping we met. Suddenly, she gased and tightened her eyes. I drank my hips wildly, trying to reach my top. I boiled in the heart, and we came in one.
We stayed like this panting together for a few moments, then I let go of her chest and I gently rubbed mine.
“Take a look, lick your finger,” I suggested. She slowly sucks out her fingers, savouring the taste of sex.
“Oh, it was so amazing,” she said, with a total peace look on her face. Her hand shattered her pussy again, and she fingered herself languidly for a moment, then sucked a little more juice.
“It was fantastic,” I said, “but I know how it can be even better.”
“Oh, Amanda, how could it go better?” she says, “you have to show me!”
“You sure? I don’t want to start something and then turn the chicken on me,” I said, looking seriously.
“Oh, if something looks like what I just did, I’ll do it and more, please show,” she said with a serious look.
That was all the invitation I needed. I kept my hair back, I hung on her, and I kissed her. Both lips were wet, and tight together like the lovers we’ll be soon. She responded with enthusiasm by embracing me, giving herself completely to pleasure, and her lips separated. The heat of his mouth was mine, and mine. Our languages met and danced in slow circles.
She arched her body into mine, and we fell into a mix of arms and legs. Her boobs were pressed to mine, and I could feel those hard-round nipples brushing mine. I was completely on her now, with my right leg between hers so that my thigh rubs her pussy. Likewise, her right thigh rubbed my pussy, and the strong curve of her calf crossed my own. The total effect of the warm sensation sent chills through me.
I moved from kissing to licking her face and neck, then back to another wet kiss. Kristen ran his hands in the back and grabbed my firm ass, while my own research hands felt towards his hips. My hand continued her thigh, and she brought her leg to rest her calf on my ass. After a few more minutes of kissing and doing like that, my tongue found that it is at the bottom of his neck and his chest is slow circles. I licked the soft white inflated side and under the curve of his right chest, then put my mouth on one of these lush nipples and gently aspire. She mocked gently when I moved my tongue into the slow circles, and ran my left hand to her wet pussy. I got her pussy slightly with my average finger, and I moved my mouth to the other chest.
She slowly started eating her hips in ecstasy, and I quickly moved. I licked to his navel, and I worked around so that I was between his legs with legs on my shoulders. His heels pressed in my back. I licked her inner thighs, then her pussy’s lips. His juice was fantastic, and I immersed my tongue in it, and I did slow circles around his clit.
The feeling was more than she could take, and she culminated instantly, wash my lips and chin with coming. I slapped her, and after a short rest and a little reassuring talking that what we do well, she did all the same things to me.
We fell asleep in the arms of the other, and woke up to mid-night as excited as ever. I went to look for the magazine of the two girls who make love, and we tried Sixty-nine. It was too good to be true, as we could get out at the same time. I loved how my nipples brushed her belly while I landed on her. None of us had ever had such ecstasy and pleasure, and we kept it until we were too tired to move again.
Somewhere around 5:00 in the morning, we got caught in the shower, and we tried to fuck the boobs. It was funny. I have on her chest and I’ve spread my pubic lips while she rubbed her nipples erected around my clit. I came and I licked my juice.
When we were clean, dry and tired beyond belief, we went to bed and slept until my brother knocked at my door around 10am. He said Kristen’s mother called and said she had to go home.
She got ready to go, and after a long wet kiss and some really hard hugs, she said we should meet like this more often. I was pissed! That night, I masturbated to sleep thinking about the things we would do.