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Confessions of a Teenage Nymphomaniac (f-teen, slut)
by Phiber Optik (c) 1991
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PART I: The First Time
I guess my sex life began one day during the summer of my thirteenth
year as I was doing my chores. I was in my brother's room putting away his
clean clothes, and I found a stack of pornographic magazines in his underwear
drawer. Out of curiosity as to what could be so great about things like that,
I swiped them and went to my room.
I shut and locked my door, then sat down on my bed and started looking
through the magazines. There was picture after picture of nude or semi-nude
girls in erotic poses, and stories from readers 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 made it out to be, then
maybe I was missing out (I guess that for the first time I started getting
horny). I began to wonder how my body compared to the bodies of the girls
in the pictures, so I took off my clothes and knelt before my full length
mirror with the magazines spread out before me.
I looked pretty good. My hair was shoulder length and reddish-blond,
my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot-two form was
smooth and firm with youth. Being summer, I was tanned a rich brown aside
from milky white triangles over my smooth round ass, soft blond pussy, and
pert, peach-sized breasts. My thighs and calves were firm and curved.
I started playing in front of the mirror--trying out the poses that
the girls in the pictures were in. In the course of this I was touching
myself in ways I'd never been touched before, and my body responded. My
nipples got hard and my skin tingled, and then I came to a picture of a girl
with her legs apart, left hand cupping a breast, and the right rubbing her
pussy. When I tried this pose I guess I changed my life. Massaging my pussy
felt good in a tingly sort of way, and as I continued, it grew wet and the
sensation slowly increased.
The thrill of watching me please myself took me over, and I lusted after
my own body. Licking my lips, I let go of my tit and used my free hand to
fondle myself all over. I ran my hand over my face and licked my fingers,
then rubbed my tits again and teased my nipples.
The feeling in my pussy was building to extasy and spreading through my
body. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was slowly bucking my hips
against my hand, and I increased the motion. I spread my pubic lips apart
and made little circles around my aroused clitoris with my middle finger.
My skin burned, and I was sweating. I knew that something big was
going to happen soon and I yearned for it. The extasy burned at the center
of my being. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and arched my back,
thrusting my breasts at the image of myself in the mirror. With what seemed
like an endless sudder of intense pleasure beyond what I'd ever dreamed
possible, I had my first orgasm, and came.
I sank into a wet heap, relishing what I'd just experienced. My
fingers were slick with my come, and I sucked each of them clean. I loved
the taste of my sex.
It wasn't long before I ached to do it again. I laid on my back and
brought my knees up touching my shoulders with my feet in the air. This way
I had a great view of my pussy. I spread my lips apart and slid a finger into
my tight but lubricated little puss. This felt great, and I started slipping
my finger in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. Due to the
state of pleasure I was already in, and combined with the erotic joy of
getting myself off, it wasn't long at all before I came again.
When the shudders ceased, I spread my excess wetness into my inner
thighs and breasts. After panting quietly there on the floor, I sat up and
started looking through the magazines again. I realized with surprize that
I had gotten horny looking at photos of nude GIRLS! Was that normal?
I looked at the pictures. Each of the models was a fleshful fantasy
of curves and hot, wet, lust. I was excited by them, and I decided that if
any girl could get herself off the way I did by looking at other girls, then
she should do it as often as possible.
My hand strayed to my pussy again, and I started fantasizing about
how romantic it could be to be with another girl while we were both getting
off. I was slowly turning pages and thinking about which of the girls would
be hottest to be with, when I came to a pictorial that brought home all the
wildest dreams I was having. It was a spread of two girls in bed together.
The pictures got me so horny that I came two more times in a daze of
extasy as I stared at them. The girls were licking each other's pussies and
tits (at the time I could only imagine how utterly erotic that world feel).
My mind painted pictures of pleasure that made my head swim, and I
longed to live the dream.
With thoughts of myself and another girl licking each others bodies
for an orgasmic eternity, I came again, and collapsed exausted.
Continued in part 2...