Chapter 2

To go back even further, and to explain how I became the dirty girl I am now, it all really started when I had accidentally found part of my father’s porn collection in the garage one day when looking for a spanner to fix my bike. A collection of photographs was cunningly concealed in the side of his tool chest behind a hidden panel, but he hadn’t made sure that what was within was fully concealed when he’d last closed it up. As I’d been raking around for the right sized spanner I’d lifted one out to be greeted with the last photo on a strip of small photos sticking out of a small gap at the bottom of the chest where the side met the base. The photo showed a man’s penis shooting white cream into woman’s open mouth.

I had never been exposed to any sort of pornography, but like all teenagers, us girls would talk about boy’s ‘things’ and giggle about the things that were presented in the occasional sex-education talks we’d been subjected to, so I knew what a penis was, and I knew what sort of thing spurted out of one, but had no idea that a woman would let a man spurt that baby-making liquid into her mouth. I was fascinated, and any thought of fixing my bike fled from my mind as a I pulled the strip of photos from its hiding place.

There were seven photos on the strip in all, which looked to be photographs of other photographs, all black and white images. Two showed women with penises in their mouths, one where the woman’s tongue could be clearly seen to be licking the underside of the head of the penis. Two photos showed penises being forced into girls’ (not women’s) vaginas from behind. The men’s faces were hidden, but the two girls being what I now call ‘fucked’, had their faces showing clearly. I guessed that the girls must have been about my age and both were wearing school uniforms. In both images the girls were clearly enjoying the experience, and in one the girl was reaching back to spread her bum cheeks to allow the man to get better access to her vagina, and then there was the photograph with the sperm spurting into the woman’s mouth which I’d first seen.

The two final images were the ones though; there was a close-up of a woman’s vagina being spread wide open by another woman’s well-manicured fingers, then one which left my mind reeling as it showed one of the girls who was being fucked in the earlier photos with her tongue slipped inside the vagina of an older woman whose face could be clearly seen as she pulled her wide-spread legs up to her breasts. The girl in the school uniform was stretching open the woman’s vagina with both hands to allow her to penetrate the vagina more deeply with her tongue.

The image of the woman’s vagina being spread open, with four fingers pulling from each side, seemed to me to be the wonderfully obscene and exciting. I had never really examined my own vagina, and never thought of looking at it in a mirror, but the sight of that most intimate part of a woman’s body being stretched open, with the folds of flesh, the surrounding hair peeping between the stretching fingers, the shining button at the top which I now know to be a clitoris, the slightly gaping o-shaped urethral opening and the larger hole of the woman’s vaginal tunnel were fascinating to me, but the things I found most exciting in the image were how wet and shiny the fleshy folds were and the stream of what must have been sperm oozing out and dribbling down between the woman’s bum cheeks.

That first glimpse of dirty sex was magical, but I just had to have more! I found the hidden catch which allowed the cover of the compartment to be opened, where I found all sorts of perverted images, including bigger versions of those two photographs, both in breathtaking full colour. That was the start of my journey into sex. That was it. I was hooked. Once I knew that my father kept magical secrets, such as the photographs I found that day, I was sure that I’d be able to find more, and I was right; I found envelopes stuffed with photographs in boxes on top of his wardrobe showing amazing shots of all forms of sexual activity, as well as magazines and paperback books on just about every form of sexual perversion and I lapped it all up at every opportunity.

That colour photo of the woman’s gaping vagina, the obvious wetness which I too experienced at every exposure to those stories and images, and the oozing creamy white sperm in the photograph, as well as the image of the young girl slurping at a much older woman’s vagina were the reason my father eventually caught me, as they flashed across my mind multiple times per day, making sexual thoughts almost ever present in my mind. Those images were my constant companion as I masturbated myself to sleep each night, using either my fingers or anything else I could find to rub my young vagina with or to penetrate it with in order to get an idea of what being penetrated by a big fat penis might feel like. But always, despite the hundreds of dirty and perverted images I lapped up and the many story lines I read, the idea of that gaping, soaking, oozing vagina was there and the image of that girl with her tongue up what I imagined must have been like that oozing vagina was always there too.

I started looking at my friends in a new light, and began to surreptitiously admire their maturing bodies as we changed for PE or showered after netball, admiring their budding breasts and trying to catch more intimate views of their vaginas as they pulled on socks or put on panties, and I also began fantasising about how it might feel to be between a woman or girl’s legs, stretching her vagina open using my fingers so that I could know how it felt to slide my tongue up inside that wet juicy intimate hole.

I knew how my vaginal juices tasted of course, as I found it thrilling to smell and suck the fingers I’d been using to play with my clitoris or to penetrate my own vagina as I masturbated, but I wanted to know how another vagina smelt and tasted. I didn’t feel confident enough to try any sort of advance on my friends, as none of them seemed to have any thought of any sort of relationship with another girl, sexual or otherwise, other than your usual friendly girly ones.

So, one night, with the handle of my hairbrush deep inside my soaking wet 14 year-old vagina and the two fingers I’d just had up there, one under my nose and one in my mouth, I dreamed of slurping a wet oozing vagina. Suddenly a crazy idea popped into my head which was another step to where I am now. I suddenly knew how I could smell and possibly even taste a woman or girl’s vagina, but better than that, I should be able to do it with many vaginas, without anybody knowing what I was doing. OK, I’d never actually get my fingers or my tongue up those vaginas, but I could smell and taste them all the same!

Panties. That was the key. The very next day I went to my friend Jane’s house on the way home from school, after a day feeling very, very naughty after my plan being formed the previous night. I had been fantasising about having sex with Jane for weeks, and the thought of smelling or tasting what I might find in her dirty panties made me shiver with anticipation.

After a decent amount of time talking about clothes and make-up and ponies, I made my excuses and went to the bathroom, which I knew from previous visits held the family washing basket. As I was sat on the loo in their bathroom weeing, I was thinking about how Jane’s vaginal juices might taste and smell, and decided to take the plunge and make the very rude and naughty plan I’d come up with happen right there and then. The washing basket I was looking at almost certainly contained some of Jane’s dirty knickers, knickers which had been rubbing against her little vagina, and those panties would smell and hopefully taste of her most intimate parts.

Within seconds of finishing my wee I was on my knees in front of the basket, quietly lifting its lid and placing it on the floor. Within thirty seconds I had got much, much more than I was hoping for; before me on the floor of my friend’s bathroom, I had six pairs of panties; two of which were obviously Jane’s, two slightly larger ones which probably belonged to her nineteen year-old sister, and two much more mature-looking ones which must have belonged to Jane’s Mum.

Holding my breath I picked up a pink pair of Jane’s panties and put the gusset to my nose. I closed my eyes and wondered fleetingly whether I should be feeling bad about how naughty I was being, but no, I just loved what I was doing and didn’t hesitate for a second. I inhaled through my nose and the amazing smell of my friend’s vagina slowly filled my senses; wow, it was just something else! I looked at the gusset on the inside of both pairs of Jane’s panties, but they were clean, except for that faint scent of course. I had to have more!

I picked up a pair of black lacy knickers which belonged to Jane’s sister Andrea and put the outside of the gusset to my nose. A different, but even sexier aroma came from them and my mouth began to water. I turned Andrea’s panties inside out, revealing the inside of the gusset, and there, just like in my fantasies, were some dried on streaks of white creamy vaginal juices like I also get if I’m feeling very naughty, and which would almost certainly be coating the inside of my own panties right then. I lifted the creamy remains to my nose and that aroma hit me even stronger than before.

I moaned gently, thinking about how pretty Andrea was and how feminine she looked when she went out clubbing with her friends, then I pulled her panties away from my nose, looking at that cotton pad which had been rubbing the lips of her vagina, probably for a whole day, collecting the intimate juices which had flowed from her body. Without even thinking about it I lifted the gusset of my friend’s sister’s panties to my mouth, committing to the perverted act of licking the dirty panties of another girl for the first time in my life. I slid my tongue up the dried-on juicy stain.

I’m glad that nobody was near the bathroom door as the taste of Andrea’s vaginal juices hit my taste buds, as I let out a deep moan, probably like a really bad porn star, and it would have been obvious that I was going through something intensely sexual in my friend’s bathroom. The taste of Andrea’s juices was similar to my own, but so much more powerful and mature, more dirty but also cleaner somehow, in a way I can’t really put into words. I sat back on my heels and looked at the stains again, then I allowed my mouth to fill with saliva before pushing the creamy stained cotton into my mouth, using my saliva to soak the stains until they liquified and the taste of Andrea’s vaginal oozings filled my mouth like I was slurping those juices straight out of her vagina with my tongue.

Something in the back of my mind warned me that I was taking too long, so I swallowed the dirty juices in my mouth and just knew that I had to try Jane’s Mother’s panties too. This time I didn’t bother sniffing them, I just turned them both inside out and couldn’t help another gasp escaping from me. One pair of black panties had a delicious looking smear of vaginal cream in it, and the other, white lacy ones, had a small streak of cream with a larger deep yellow stain surrounding it. I wet my lips and quickly slurped up the stain in the black knickers four or five times, getting them very wet in the process, enjoying how different but delicious the taste was compared to Andrea’s juices, then I lifted the white pair to my nose.

I breathed in deeply and a combination of smells hit me. There was vaginal cream, no doubt about that, but overlying it, and almost animal in its powerful aroma, was the smell of my friend’s mother’s wee. I almost had my first true orgasm at that smell, which may sound unbelievable, but it’s true. Even though I’d never thought of urine as exciting, that smell, secretly stolen from a woman’s dirty panties, converted me in an instant, and I just had to taste that dirty yellow stain and suck all of its dirtiness into to my mouth as I fingered myself, thinking of me sucking and slurping at Jane’s mother’s wet piss-dribbling vagina.