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.