The aroma brought back memories of the first time I smelled a girl's
pussy. I was eleven and was sleeping over at my girlfriend's house. Her
name was Misty and we were really tight. One night as we lay in bed, Misty
asked me if I masturbated. I said yes and she said she was really horny
and needed to do it right then--would I mind. I said no but only if I
could watch. I sat beside her while she put her hand in her panties and
rubbed herself. I complained that I couldn't see what she was doing so she
agreed to take her panties off. It was then that I discovered what is
still the most exquisite vagina I've ever seen. It was a classic coffee
bean-shaped mound with the slightest trace of peach fuzz and a straight
slit down the middle. When she spread herself, her inner lips flared into
a perfect elongated oval, the edges resembling delicate flower petals. Her
sugar walls were a soft, smooth pink. I later found out they tasted sugar
sweet too.
As she fingered herself, I leaned over to see better and got my first
whiff of another girl's aroused pussy. Like a drug, it swept through me
making me lightheaded. My hand slipped into my panties and I masturbated
as I watched her.
Misty had her eyes closed but soon she looked over at me and realized
what I was doing. She suggested we lay on our sides facing each other so
she could look at my pussy too. I thought that was a fine idea so we
propped our legs up and lay with our faces only inches from each other's
crotch. I was mesmerized by the little folds of flesh between her legs and
couldn't take my eyes off her. I watched as her finger grew moist, and
soon a glistening drop of her girl-cum worked its way down the front of her
leg and onto the sheet. All I could smell was her scent and I scooted
closer as more liquid dripped down her leg.
Suddenly she cried out, trembled, and arched her back as the orgasm
swept over her. What looked like a small flood of liquid flowed out of her
and soaked her hand, her leg and the sheet. Something primal told me I had
to taste it. I was overwhelmed with the desire to drink what was so
sweetly flowing out of Misty. I stuck out my tongue, touching it to the
river of honey dripping down her leg. As my taste buds tingled with the
essence of her sex, I felt my pussy ripple with my orgasm. With her
girl-cum in my mouth, I rolled on my back and let the orgasm rock my body.
I savored her juice as I experienced a few moments of pure heaven.
After that, we would masturbate together as often as possible, sometimes
putting our legs in the air and pressing the bottom of our feet together as
we watched each other from between our legs. It didn't take long before we
were fingering each other and licking the results. Then came that
wonderful night as we lay side by side, our faces inches from our crotches
that Misty gently reached out and removed my hand from my pussy, replacing
it with her mouth. We already knew how much we enjoyed the taste. Within
seconds we were licking and sucking each other like mad. We had suddenly
passed from innocent little girl fun to full-blown lesbian sex. We were
fucking like crazy and loving it. I knew in an instant that I would never
get tired of eating girls.
The first time my mom caught us she was upset but eventually calmed down
and conceded that it was just part of growing up, that it was perfectly
natural for us to experiment. She warned us that we should only have sex
with each other and not with boys. Misty and I took her advice and
preceded to make love every chance we got.
My mom pretty much left us alone and we took full advantage of it. We
were openly affectionate around my house sometimes French kissing in front
of her or walking around in our underwear. It was not unusual for her to
come in to wake us up on Saturday mornings and find us naked in each
other's arms. Sound asleep, we would often still be in a sixty-nine, the
sheets damp and the air filled with the scent of our lovemaking.
One night, I woke to the sound of faint moaning. In the darkness, I
could see my mother standing beside my bed. She was nude and had her hand
between her legs as she gazed down at the two little naked girls entwined
in each other's arms. She didn't know I saw her but I guessed she must be
very lonely, because my dad had left us years ago. Although my mom was
very pretty, she never dated, always throwing herself into her work.
Soon after that night, a girl that worked in my mom's office started
coming over. Her name was Debbie, and it wasn't long before she started
spending the night. Eventually she moved in. Sometimes when Misty and I
were in my room, we could hear mom and Debbie in the next room doing it. I
always figured that Misty had a thing for my mom because she was forever
suggesting that we should go sleep with them. I never got up the
nerve--going down on my mom just didn't seem right. But I knew Misty
wanted to.
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