I think my sex life started one day during the summer of my thirteenth year as I did my chores. I was in my brother’s room to put his clothes away, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his underwear drawer. By curiosity about what might be so big about things like that, I beat them, and I went to my room. I closed and closed the door, then I sat in the bed and started looking through the magazines. There was the image after the image of naked or semi-nude girls in erotic poses, and stories from readers on their different sexual exploits. After reading and searching a little, I started thinking that if sex was so exciting and mysterious as these magazines did out of being, then maybe I missed (I imagine that for the first time I started to become cornea). I began to wonder how my body compared to the bodies of the girls in the photos, so I took off the clothes and kneeled before my mirror to the whole length with the magazines scattered in front of me. I did well. My hair was the length of the shoulder and the reddish blood, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My form of five feet-two was smooth and solid with youth. Being summer, I was tanned a brown rich by milky white triangles over my smooth round ass, soft blonde pussy, and pert, peach breast.

I started playing in front of the mirror – looking for the poses that the girls in the photos were in. During this I was touched in ways that I had never been touched before, and my body responded. My nipples were hard and my skin drilled, and then I came to a photo of a girl with her legs apart, left hand covering a breast, and the right that rubs her pussy. When I tried this pose, I think I changed my life. Massaging my pussy felt well in a sort of abruptly way, and as I continued, it got wet and feeling slowly increased. The thrill of looking at me, please, took over me, and I woke up after my body. Licking my lips, I let my tit go and I used my free hand to caresss me everywhere. I checked my hand on my face and licked my fingers, then I rubbed my tits again and I teased my nipples. The feeling in my pussy was building for ecstasy and spreading through my body. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was slowly breaking my hips against my hand, and I increased the movement. I spread my pubic lips apart and made small circles around my clitoris excited with my middle finger. It’s burned and I was sweating.

I knew something big would happen soon and I wanted it. Ecstasy burned at the center of my being. I bit my lip to avoid crying, and I arched my back, pushing my breasts to the image of myself in the mirror.

With what looked like an endless shudder of intense pleasure beyond what I would ever dreamed possible, I had my first orgasm, and I came. I sank into a wet pile, reliving what I had just experienced. My fingers were slow with my sperm, and I sucked each of them clean. I loved the taste of my sex. It wasn’t long before I expected to do it again. I lay on my back and lifted my knees touching my back with my feet in the air. This way I had a wonderful view of my pussy. I spread my lips and put a finger in my small but lubricating puss. This was fantastic, and I started slipping my finger in and out while rubbing my clitoris with the other hand. Because of the state of pleasure I was already inside, and combined with the erotic joy of getting me out, it was not at all long before returning. When the creeps ceased, I spread my excess moisture into my inner thighs and breasts. After hitting quietly on the floor, I sat down and started looking through the magazines again.

I realized with surprise that I became horny looking at photos of naked GIRLS! Was it normal? I looked at the pictures. Each of the models was a fleshy fantasy of curves and warm, humid, lust. I was excited by them, and I decided that if a girl could get rid of the way I did looking at other girls then she should do it as often as possible. My hand turned away from my pussy again, and I started to fantasize about how romantic it would be to be with another girl while we were both gone. I was slowly turning pages and thinking about which of the girls would be hotter to be with, when I came to a painter who brought home all the wildest dreams I was having. It was a spread of two girls in bed together. The photos made me so excited that I came twice in an estasy daze like I watched them. The girls were licking the pussy and boobs of the other (at the moment I could only imagine how totally erotic the world feels). My mind painted pictures of pleasure that made me swim my head, and I wanted to live the dream.

With the thoughts of me and another girl licking other bodies for an orgasmic eternity, I came back, and I collapsed exhausted.

You seemed to have spent every moment free to please me. Since I had sex on my head, it was all I could think. My head swam with fantasies of me and other naked girls in sweaty orgies to lick, suck, and touch. I was so consumed with orgasms that I would lay in my bed and masturbate until I was exhausted, then I would fall asleep. My dreams were so erotic that I often woke up with my hand on my already wet pussy, and would start playing with myself again.

All I thought was 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’s pussy. It wasn’t long before I had my chance. . .

My parents went 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 went to a party and probably wouldn’t come home. So, I called my friend Kristen and she came.

I always thought she was pretty, and now this “new me” thought she was so cute and lush!

It was about a thumb taller than me, with long hair, curls, blondes, blue eyes, and softly curved lips that shone damply. His body was tight and round in all the right places. I couldn’t take her eyes off while eating a pizza and watching 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 finally left, I got excited thinking about Kristen’s body and my panties started getting wet in my jeans. How could I tell you I wanted to have sex with her? How could I 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,” he said, “Do you?”

I smiled and nodded. “Oh really? With whom?” he said, sitting straight and looking interested. It was a good sign and I insisted. “I did it with myself.”

“Really?” he said. “How did you feel? "

“It was the best thing I’ve ever heard,” I said. I was really excited to think it could work, and I told her the whole story, which just made me warmer.

When I finished describing him, he asked me if I could show her how, and I knew I was at home for free. After she left to masturbate with me, she would do anything else I asked.

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

There was something electrical in being naked on the bed with her… so much uncovered pleasure. I told her to stay with her legs apart and do what I did. I put myself on his knees, spread my legs and began to rub my hard clitoris. He did the same, and soon his eyes widened when pleasure began to build. Her nipples were as hard as mine, and I told her to rub them too.

We looked so quietly, and I could see that he was exploring my body with his eyes. After being so excited all afternoon, I was close to popping when we started. I closed my eyes and I cut myself… coming in a wash of wet ecstasy.

I opened my eyes and she was looking at me intentionally and licking my lips. I knew she was almost ready. I started rubbing again with my left hand while licking my juice from my right. Kristen raised her legs while she kept for release, and bit her lip, leaving out a bit of a squeal. She narrowed her right chest with her left hand, and my lust took over to the sight of her pleasure. I leaned forward and grabbed the other tart with my wet right hand, squeezing and feeling.

We were very close at that moment and we were looking in the eye. I knew I’d come back and hope I came together. Suddenly, she gasped and snapped her eyes. I slipped my hips wildly, trying to reach my peak. I boiled in the middle, and we came like one.

We were like that panting together for a few moments, then I let her breasts go and gently rubbed mine.

“Be careful, lick your finger,” I suggested. Slowly suck the way from his fingers, avoiding the taste of sex.

“Oh, it was so incredible,” he finally said, with a look of total peace on his face. His hand straightened again to his pussy, and he stretched languidly for a moment, then sucked another juice.

“It was great,” I said, “but I know how it can be even better.”

“Oh, Amanda, how could it be better?” he said, “You have to show me!”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to start something and then you put the chicken on me,” I said, seriously looking at it.

“Oh, if there is something like what I just did, I will do it and more, please show,” he said with a serious look.

That was all I needed. I kept my hair back, leaned on her, and kissed her. Both of our lips were wet, and they joined as lovers we would soon be. He responded enthusiastically by kissing me back, giving himself totally to pleasure, and his lips split. The warm humidity of his mouth was mine, and mine. Our languages met and danced in slow environments.

He bowed his body into mine, and we fell into a tangle of arms and legs. His breasts were pressed to mine, and I could hear those hard round nipples brushing me. I was completely above her now, with the right leg between hers so that my thigh rubbed her pussy. Similarly, her right thigh rubbed my pussy, and the strong curve of her calf crossed mine. The total effect of the warm feeling sent me shivers through.

I moved from the kiss to lick her face and neck, then again to another wet kiss. Kristen pulled my hands down and grabbed my ass down while my own research hands felt at the hips. My hand continued her thigh, and she raised her leg so her calf rested on my ass. After a few more minutes of kissing and doing this, my tongue found that it is down the neck and to his chest it is slow circles. I licked the soft white swell side and under the curve of her right breast, then put my mouth on one of those luxuriant nipples and gently sucked. She moaned gently as I moved my tongue into slow circles, and ran the left hand to her wet pussy. I slightly probed her pussy with my middle finger, and moved my mouth to the other chest.

He slowly began to break his hips in ecstasy, and I moved quickly. I licked all the way to the navel, and I worked around so I was between my legs with my legs on my shoulders. Her heels entered my back. I licked her inner thighs, then her pussy’s lips. His juice was fantastic, and I immersed myself in his language, and I made slow circles around his clitoris.

The feeling was more than she could take, and she reached immediately, washing my lips and lying with coming. I washed it, and after a short rest and a little reassuring to talk that what we were doing well, he did all the same to me.

We fell asleep between us, and we woke up around mid-night like never. I went to get the magazine of the two girls who make love, and we tried sixty-nine. It was too good to be true, as we could take at the same time. I loved the way my nipples brushed their belly while I was on top of her. None of us had ever had so much ecstasy and fun, and we kept it until we were too tired to move again.

Sometimes around 5:00 in the morning, we took a shower and tried to fuck our tits. That was fun. I put myself on my chest and spread my pubic lips while she rubbed her nipple erected around my clitoris. I came to lick the juice from her boobs.

When we were clean, dry and tired beyond faith, we went to bed and slept until my brother knocked at my door around 10:00. She said Kristen’s mother called and said she had to go home.

She prepared to leave, and after having had a long wet kiss and some really hard hug, she said we should be together more often. I was late! That night I masturbated to sleep thinking about the things we would do.