‘The Journey’ – (My first taste of pussy) – (part 3) hot Sex Stories – Y2-Stories

My curiosity for pleasure was about to feed upon something I longed to explore. My first taste of pussy.

I was just twelve years old, yet I was exploring my desire for pleasure. Amber’s invitation was irresistible. I jumped on my bike and raced to Ambers house, and quickly.

When she opened the door, all I saw was legs. She wore a white T-shirt, suntan hosiery, and nothing else. She tied a pair of hosiery around her waist like a belt, it was very sexy. Her fourteen-year-old body was more mature than my own. I gazed at her directly. She caught me staring at her legs immediately, she just smiled. I could see her pussy through her pantyhose! My heart was pounding.

She plopped down onto the sofa, ‘did you keep our secret?’ she asked. I nodded my head silently as I gazed at her legs. ‘Good,’ she replied. ‘Have you ever messed around like that before?’ she asked. I didn’t want to tell on Jennifer, so I said no. ‘Have you?’ I asked. ‘I started when I was your age,’ she said, ‘it was in Florida’, she added. I found out later that her friend introduced her to the water jets on the side of the pool. I knew all about ‘water jets’ ‘mmm.’

As we sat on the sofa she turned and bent the leg that was closest to me. She ran her hand up and down her hose covered leg, ‘feeeeeel’ she said. Now she was whispering, ‘go ahead,… feel.’

I raised my trembling hand and felt her leg. My eyes were so wide, ‘that’s so hot,’ I whispered softly. ‘Feels good,’ she said. I was entranced by it. She reached over and began feeling mine too. ‘A lot of girls do this’, she claimed, I didn’t respond.

We made out of the sofa while I felt up her legs. I was melting with desire for this older girl. Her dominant kisses were so fulfilling. Her tongue was so powerful compared to my own. When I rested on my back she scooted forward and draped her thigh across my torso. That drove me crazy. I was caressing her full thigh so hungrily. It felt so amazing, so sexy in my hand. The softness, the texture, everything about it was arousing me.

She slid my hand all over her ass cheek, ‘feel,’ she whispered. My breathing was becoming obvious by now. ‘Let’s get on the floor,’ she said. When I rested myself on the floor, I noticed she positioned herself in the opposite direction. My heart skipped a beat. I recognized that position from the magazines! She raised her leg up allowing for a view indeed. I gazed at her panty hosed thighs in awe.

‘You really do love legs, don’t you,’ she said. I didn’t respond, I just stared. She scooted closer. Now her legs were just inches away from my face. I could smell the scent of her panty hosed legs. I was panting. ‘Put your head right here,’ she said, as she raised her thigh. I leaned forward so nervously anxious. When I rested my cheek on her inner thigh, she lowered the other, now squeezing my head between them. I lost it.

I began frantically licking her inner thighs, twisting my head back and forth. Seconds later she raised that thigh and pressed my face against her nylon covered pussy. The scent of her pussy was so enticing. She lowered that thigh and held me tight. Finally, I found someone who was willing to take on the challenge.

I opened my mouth and began gumming her nylon covered pussy. She began doing the same to me! ‘Oh my god’, I yelped out loud. There we were, in a sixty-nine daring each other for more. I felt her yank my shorts to the side then she planted her mouth on my pussy. She instantly started carving her way into it with her powerful tongue. I was thrashing my face in between her nyloned legs. She paused and began removing her pantyhose. My catatonic stare was impossible to hide. My heart was pounding thru my chest. ‘Want some?’ she asked, as she continued to remove her pantyhose.

Having fantasized about this for so long, I didn’t encounter the expected hesitation. When she tossed her hose to the side, she raised that thigh again. When I leaned forward, she pulled it even higher. I was captivated by that view. ‘Oh my god,’ I whispered. Her fuzzy pussy was looked inviting. I extended my tongue and sampled her. I ran my tongue up the folds of her pussy. Her labia lips were large and swollen, much like a fresh peach. Minute by minute I became more invasive. It was difficult for me to focus, because she was eating me alive. Her experience was impressive. Her tongue felt so amazing, truly. I wasn’t about to blow my opportunity, so I just went for it. I pushed my face into her wetness. Her pussy engulfed my face. I opened my mouth and savored my very first taste of someone else’s pussy. Her juices were very similar to my own. That sweet tangy sauce was delicious, and plentiful. I was finally eating some pussy at last.

Her larger thighs were almost woman-like as they embraced my head between them. I couldn’t get enough. ‘That’s it girl,’ she said as she paused to observe me. ‘Good, isn’t it,’ she added. I couldn’t respond if I wanted to. It was hard to breathe but suffocation was the least of my concerns. I was in Heaven.

The scent of her pussy was so hot, so fresh. Her soft labia felt so good in my mouth as I savored it with joy. Pushing my tongue inside her made her squeal. I gulped down every drop of her juices. I thrashed her clit with a lot of pressure. We continued to feast on each other for more than an hour, in a sixty-nine on her parent’s floor. She taught me how to lock our legs together while on our sides. It provided the leverage needed to part them further when desired. I was beyond thrilled by this experience. I was addicted already, I knew I was bisexual indeed.

I stayed until it was time for her parents to come home. ‘I’ll call you,’ she said as I darted out the front door. I rode my bike back down the street with the flavor of pussy still in my mouth. I was so grateful, so fulfilled.

‘Where have you been?’ my father asked. I was at Ambers house I said to him. ‘All day?’ he replied. ‘We were playing,’ I said.

I couldn’t sleep a wink that evening. I spent my night under the blanket with my flashlight and those magazines. I was so excited to have a friend like Amber. Jennifer and I continued to mess around in her treehouse, but she still wasn’t ready to cross that line. I shifted my focus solely on Amber.

We had countless sleepovers in Ambers backyard. My bike was parked in her driveway and often. Jennifer must have at least suspected something, but she never said anything. Having gone all the way, I felt so empowered by my courageous discovery. I wasn’t about to abandon my relationship with Jennifer and Amber, but I wanted to explore the realm of opportunities even more so now.

One evening, I snuck back over to Jennifers garage and stole two more magazines and ran off into the dark. I wanted to view and read as much as I could. I began exploring other possibilities.

I began lusting the High School cheerleaders when attending football games. They were even more desirable to me. I was sneaking into my mothers jacuzzi, every day. It was addicting.

I watched on more than one occasion as my parents consumed the Kielbasa I used to pleasure myself with. Even that began to turn me on.

Amber and I were best friends and lovers, yet I found myself seeking more.
It didn’t take long,… /To be continued,…