I guess my sex life began one day during the summer of my fifteenth 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. It 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 cum, 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.
