Confessions of a teenage nympho

I think my sex life started one day during the summer of my 13th year when I did my job. I was in my brother’s room to get rid of his clean clothes, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his underwear drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so great about such things, I threw them in my room. I locked my door and sat on my bed and started looking through the magazines. There was picture after picture of naked or semi-nude girls in erotic poses, and stories of readers about their different sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started to think that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines broke up with me, maybe for the first time I started getting horny. I started to wonder how my body compared to the bodies of the girls in the pictures, so I took my clothes off and kneeled for my full length mirror with the magazines spreading for me. I looked good. My hair was shoulder height and red, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot form was smooth and firm with youth. In summer, I became a rich brown brown brown brown side of milky white triangles over my slick ass, soft blond pussy, and peach with peaches.

I started playing for the mirror, trying out the pussies where the girls were in the pictures. In the course of this, I touched myself in ways I’d never touched before, and my body reacted. My nipples became hard and my skin was tingling, and then I came to a picture of a girl with her legs apart, left hand converted a chest, and the judge rubs her pussy. When I tried this pose, I changed my life. My pussy massaging felt good in a tiny way, and when I moved on, it was wet and the sensation slowly increased. The tension to see me took over, and I lusted to my own body. My lips lick, I let go of my tit and used my free hand to torture myself everywhere. I drove my hand over my face and licked my fingers, rubbed my tits again and teased my nipples. The feeling in my pussy was building XTC and spreading through my body. I looked in the mirror and realized that I slowly washed my hips against my hand, and I raised the movement. I was spreading my pubic lips and making small circles around my grown-up clitoris with my middle finger. It burned and I sweated.

I knew something big was gonna happen, and I longed for it. The XTC burned in the middle of my being. I bit my lip not to cry, and arched my back, stabbed my boobs in the mirror.

With what looked like an endless shaker of intense pleasure outside what I had ever dreamed, I had my first orgasm and came. I sank in a wet load, which I had just been through. My fingers were smooth with my cum and I sucked them all clean. I loved the taste of my sex. It wasn’t long before I wanted to do it again. I put my knees up to touch my shoulders with my feet in the air. This way, I had a nice view of my pussy. I spread my lips and I cut a finger in my tight, but slipped puss. This felt great, and I started sticking my finger in and out while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. Given the state of pleasure, I was already inside, and along with the erotic joy to get myself out, it wasn’t long before I came back. When the shudders stopped, I spread my overpower in my inner thighs and boobs. After I sat there quietly on the floor, I sat down and looked through the magazines again.

I realized I’d gotten horny with pictures of naked GIRLS. Was that normal? I looked at the pictures. Each of the models was a batty fantasy of curves and hot, wet, lust. I was excited by them, and I decided that if a girl could get rid of what I did by looking at other girls, she should do it as often as possible. My hand drove back to my pussy, and I started fantasizing about how romantic it could be to be with another girl while we both went free. I slowly turned over pages and thought of which of the girls would be the best thing to be around when I came to a pictorial that brought home all the wildest dreams I had. It was a spread of two girls in bed together. The pictures made me so horny that I came twice more in an XTC when I looked at them. The girls licked each other’s kittens and tits the second I could imagine how erotic that world felt. My mind painted pictures of pleasure that made my head swim, and I longed for the dream.

With thoughts of me and another girl who licks the bodies for an orgasm eternity, I came back and collapsed.

It seemed like I’ve praised myself every free moment. From the time I had sex, it was all I could think about. My head swam with fantasies of myself and other naked girls in sweaty orgies of licks and suck and touch. I was so digested with orgasms that I would be in my bed and masturbate until I was exhausted and then fell asleep. My dreams were so erotic that I often woke up with my all-wet pussy and started playing with myself again.

All I could think of was that I had to try it with another girl. I desperately wanted to know the feeling of a wet tongue on my nipples, and the taste of another pussy. It wasn’t long before I had my chance…

My parents left town the weekend and left me with my brother. He told me I could have a friend to spend Saturday night, because he went to a party and probably wouldn’t come home. I called my girlfriend. Kristen and she came by.

I always thought she was beautiful, and now this “new me” thought she was so beautiful and luscious!

She was about an inch bigger than me, with long, curly, light blonde hair, blue eyes, and sweet lips that glinted wet. Her body was tight and round in all the right places. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her when we ate a pizza and watched TV, waiting for my brother to leave. I wanted to know the shape and color of her nipples, the softness of her pussy and the taste of her juices.

When my brother finally left, I got really excited about Kristen’s body and my panties got wet in my jeans. How could I tell her I wanted to have sex with her? How could I convince her to do what I wanted?

“Krists,” I started. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

We sat on my bed in my room and she read a Hit Parade. “No,” she said, “Do you have it?”

I smiled and nodded. Really? With who? It was a good sign and I pressed it. “I did it with myself.”

Really? How did it feel?

It was the best thing I ever felt, I said. I got really horny that this could work, and I told her the whole story, which just made me hotter.

When I was done describing it, she asked me if I could show her how, and I knew I was free. After she went this far to masturbate with me, she would do anything I asked.

I told her to take off all her clothes and she did that without a word. I took mine, too, and I almost stopped a few times because I was so excited to look at her. Her body was smooth and flawless, her pussy was the color of her hair, and her nipples were red and round like little breasts on her breasts. I longed to suck them!

There was something electric about naked on the bed with her, so much unnoticed pleasure. I told her to go back with her legs apart and do what I did. I stood on her knees, spread my own legs and started rubbing my hard clit. She did the same thing, and her eyes expand as soon as the fun started building. Her nipples were as hard as mine now, and I told her to rub them, too.

We saw each other so in silence, and I could see that she squeezed my body with her eyes. After I was so horny all afternoon, I was practically dolling when we started. I closed my eyes and shake, came in a laundry of wet XTC.

I opened my eyes and she looked at me and licked her lips. I knew she was almost ready, too. I started rubbing myself again with my left hand when I licked my juice off my right hand. Kristen brought her legs up when she got tense for release, and bit her lip, let a little beep. She clamped her right breast with her left hand and my lust took over to see her pleasure. I leaned ahead and grabbed her other tit with my wet right hand, squeeze and feel.

We were very close at the time and looked each other in the eye. I knew I’d come back and hoped we’d come together. Suddenly she grabbed her eyes. I bent my hips raging to reach my highlight. I cooked in the core and we came as one.

We stayed together for a few moments, then I let go of her chest and rubbed my own.

“Taste yourself, lick your finger,” I introduced her. She slowly sucks the bowl off her fingers, saving the taste of sex.

“Oh, that was so incredible,” she finally said, with a look of complete peace on her face. Her hand drove back to her pussy, and she pushed herself for a moment, and then some juice.

I said it was fantastic, but I know how it could be even better.

Amanda, how could it get better? She said, “You have to show me.”

Are you sure? I don’t want to start anything, and then I’ll let your chicken turn against me, I said, look at her seriously.

“Oh, if it’s something I just did, I do that and more, let me see,” she said with a serious look.

It was the invitation I needed. I stopped my hair, leaned over her and kissed her. Both our lips were wet, tied up like the loved ones we’d soon be. She reacted with enthusiasm that kissed me back, gave herself all the fun, and her lips broke up. The warm wetness of her mouth was mine, and mine. Our tongue met and danced in slow circles.

She arched her body into mine, and we fell into a rising branch with arms and legs. Her boobs were pressed to mine, and I could feel those hard nipples polishing my own. I was all over her now, with my right leg between her, so my thigh rubbed her pussy. As well as her judge rubbed my pussy and the strong side of her calf over my own. The total effect of hot sensation sent chills because of me.

I moved from the kiss to lick her face and neck and then back to another wet kiss. Kristen drove her hands in my back and grabbed my firm ass while my own searching hands felt like her hips. My hand went through her thigh and she raised her leg so her calf rested on my ass. After a few more minutes of kissing and kissing, my tongue found that it was on her neck and her chest is slow. I licked the soft white side swelling and under the turn of her right breast, put my mouth over one of those luscious nipples and sucked softly. She cried softly when I moved my tongue in slow circles and led my left hand to her wet pussy. I wore her pussy with my middle finger and moved my mouth to the other chest.

She slowly started hitting her hips in the ecstasy, and I went fast. I licked her belly button and I worked around so I could get between her legs with legs over my shoulders. Her heels pressed my back. I licked her inner thighs, then the lips of her pussy. Her juice was fantastic, and I shoved my tongue deep into her, and made slow circles around her clit.

The sensation was more than she could take, and she spiked directly, washed my lips and chin with comet. I fixed it up, and after a brief rest and some reassuring conversation that what we did was really good, she did all the same to me.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms and got horny in the middle of the night as ever. I went to 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 each other out at the same time. I loved how my nipples brushed her stomach when I was on top of her. None of us had ever had that much ecstasy and fun, and we kept it up until we were too tired to move again.

Somewhere around 5:00 in the morning we kissed in the shower, and we tried to fuck each other’s tits. That was fun. I came over her chest and spread my adolescent lips while she honored her nipple to rub my clit. I came and licked my juice off her tit.

When we were clean, and dry, and tired of believing, we went to bed and slept until my brother knocked on my door around 10:00. He said Kristen’s mother called and told her to go home.

She was ready to leave, and after we had a long wet kiss and some hard hugs, she said we should meet more often. I’m elected! That night I masturbated myself to sleep. Thinking about the things we’d do.