Confessions of a Teenage Nymphomaniac

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 underware
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 eyes were blue, 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 myself please myself took me over, and I lusted
after my 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 ecstasy 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 ecstasy 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 shudder 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. 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 twat. This immediately 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 surprise 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
it would 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
ecstasy 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 would 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.
I spent every free moment pleasing myself. From the time I had gotten
sex on my mind, it was all I could think about. My head swam with fantasies
of myself and other naked girls in sweaty orgies of licking, and sucking, and
touching. I was so consumed with orgasm that I would lay in my bed and
masturbate until I was exausted, then fall
asleep. My dreams were so erotic that I often woke with my hand on my already
wet pussy, and start to play with myself again.
All I could think of was that I had to try it with another girl. I
wanted desperately to know the feeling of a wet tongue on my nipples, and the
taste of another’s pussy. It wasn’t long before I had my chance…
My parents went out of town for a weekend, and left me with my
brother. He told me that I could have a friend over to spend Saturday night,
because he was going to a party and probably wouldn’t come home. So, I called
my friend Kristen, and she came over at 5:00. I had always thought she was
pretty, and now I thought she was lucious!
She was about an inch taller than me, with long, curly, light brown
hair, brown eyes, and sweetly curved lips that glistened wetly. Her body was
tight and round in all the right places. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her
as we ate a pizza and watched 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 juices.
When my brother left at 8:00, I got very excited. My panties started
getting wet in my jeans. How was I going to tell her that I wanted to have
sex with her?
“Kristen,” I started. “Have you ever had an orgasm?” We were sitting
on my bed and she was reading a Hit Parader.
“No,” She said, “have you?”
I nodded.
“With who?” she said, sitting up straight and looking interested. It
was a good sign, and I pressed on.
“I did it with myself.”
“Really?” she said. “How did it feel?”
“It was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I said. I was getting really
horny thinking that this might work out, and I told her the whole story, which
only got me hotter.
When I was done she asked me if I could teach her how, and I knew I
was home free. After she’d gone as far as to masturbate with me, she’d do
anything else I asked.
I told her to take off all her clothes, and she did without a word. I
took mine off as well, and almost stopped a few times because I was so excited
watching her. Her body was smooth and flawless, her pussy was the color of
her hair, and her nipples were red and rounded like little breasts on her
breasts. I yearned to suck them!
There was something electric about being naked on the bed with her–so
much untapped pleasure. I told her to lay back with her legs apart and do
what I did. I got on my knees by her side, spread my own legs, and began to
rub my hard clit. She did the same, and soon her eyes widened as the pleasure
began to build. Her nipples were now as hard as mine, and I told her to rub
them too.
We watched each other like this in silence, and I could see that she
was exploring my body with her eyes. After being so horny all afternoon, I
was close to popping when we started. I closed my eyes and shuddered–coming
in a wash of wet ecstasy.
I opened my eyes and she was watching me, and licking her lips. I
knew she was almost ready too. I started rubbing myself again with my left
hand as I licked my juice off my right. Kristen brought her legs up as she
tensed for the release, and bit her lip, letting out a little squeek. She was
tightly clutching her right breast with her left hand, and my lust took over
at the sight of her pleasure. I leaned forward and grabbed her other tit with
my wet right hand, squeezing and feeling.
We were very close at that moment, and looking into each other’s eyes.
I knew that I was going to come again and hoped we came together. Suddenly,
she gasped and squenched her eyes shut. I bucked my hips wildly, trying to
reach my peak. I boiled at the core, and we came as one.
We stayed like that panting together for a few moments, then I let go
of her breast and gently rubbed my own. She slowly sucked the come off of
her fingers–savoring the taste of sex.
“That was SO incredible,” she said finally, with a look of utter peace
on her face. Her hand strayed to her pussy again, and she fingered herself
languidly for a moment, then sucked off some more juice.
“It was fantastic,” I said, “but I know ways it can be even better.”
“Oh Amanda,” she said, “you’ve got to show me!”
It was all the invitation I needed. I held my hair back, leaned over
her, and kissed her. Both of our lips were wet, and clung together like the
lovers that we would soon be. She responded with enthusiasm, giving herself
totally over to pleasure, and her lips parted. The warm wetness of her mouth
was mine, and mine hers. Our tongues met and danced in slow circles.
She arched her body into mine, and we fell into a writhing tangle of
arms and legs. Her tits were pressed to mine, and I could feel those hard
round nipples brushing my own. I was fully on top of her now, with my right
leg between hers so that my thigh rubbed her pussy. Likewise, her right thigh
rubbed my pussy, and the strong curve of her calf crossed over my own. The
total effect of hot sensation sent shivers through me.
I moved from the kiss to licking her face and neck, then back to
another wet kiss. Kristen ran her hands down my back and grabbed my firm ass,
while my own searching hands felt down her sides to her hips. My right hand
continued down her left thigh, and she brought her leg up so that her calf
rested on my ass.
After a few more minutes of kissing and making out like this, my
tongue found it’s way down her neck and to her chest in slow circles. I
licked the soft white sideswell and undercurve of her right breast, then put
my mouth over one of those lucious nipples and sucked gently. She moaned
softly as I moved my tongue in slow circles, and ran my left hand to her wet
snatch. I probed her pussy with my middle finger, and moved my mouth to the
other tit.
She began slowly bucking her hips in ecstasy, and I moved quickly. I
licked down to her navel, and worked around so that I was between her legs
with her legs over my shoulders. Her heels pressed into the small of my back.
I licked her inner thighs, then the lips of her pussy. Her juice was fantastic,
and I plunged my tongue deep into her, and made slow circles around her clit.
The sensation was more than she could take, and she peaked instantly,
washing my lips and chin with come. I lapped it up, and after a short rest,
she did all of the same things to me.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and woke at 11:45 as horny as
ever before. I went and got the magazine of the two girls making love, and we
tried Sixty-nine. It was too good to be true, as we could get each other off
at the same time. I loved the way my nipples brushed her abdomen as I lay on
top of her. Neither of us had ever had so much ecstasy and fun, and we kept it
up until we were too tired to move again.
Sometime around 5:00 in the morning, we made out in the shower, and we
tried fucking each other’s tits. That was fun. I got over her chest and
spread my pubic lips apart while she rubbed her nipple around my clit. I came
and licked my juice off her tit.
When we were clean, and dry, and tired beyond belief, we went to bed
and slept until my brother knocked on the door at 10:00. He said that
Kristen’s mother had called and said that she had to go home.
She got ready to leave, and after we had a long wet kiss, she said
that we’d have to get together like this more often. I was elated, and that
night I masturbated myself to sleep thinking of the things we’d do.