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As Jamie walked up the stairs to her room with an outward cool that belied the turmoil inside, she thought about what she had seen in the last half hour and had to grab the railing to help the weakness in her knees. She had seen two boys reach spurting orgasms right in front of her eyes, one of them being her cute little brother that she had never thought of as a sexual being until this afternoon and who had developed into a pretty attractive teenager with a nice sized cock while she wasn't paying attention. The other, his ever-present friend Greg, who she always thought was a little cute in a dorky kind of way but who today put on a more erotic sexual display than she had ever dreamed possible. His cock was much bigger than his size otherwise indicated it would be; he was uncircumcised, which she had never seen before, and he erupted a fountain of come that could impregnate a Clydesdale. Her pussy was drenched; she was dying to take her shorts off and give it some air. As she reached her room she closed the door, immediately peeling off her t-shirt and then her sports bra, cupping her tight, slightly upturned breasts and massaging them in relief from their confinement. As she hooked her fingers in her tight spandex shorts to pull them down, she paused for a moment and looked at her reflection in the full length mirror across from her bed. I guess I DO look pretty sexy, she thought, taking in her thick honey-blond hair that she had let down out of its ponytail, her cute face with overlarge blue eyes, thick, sensuous lips, smallish but firm shapely breasts, a trim waist with solid, flat stomach and just a hint of ab muscles. Her eyes paused at the crotch of her shorts, at this point trying to decide whether she should wear them again in public; they were awfully tight, accentuating her narrow hips and round, solid dancer's ass but also highlighting, perhaps to excess, her unusually (from what she had seen) full pubic mound and meaty pussy lips. She turned to the side; even through the shorts her mound prominently bulged from beneath her flat stomach. From the front, each outer lip was clearly defined, with the seam of the shorts bisecting them and riding up between them by almost a half inch at the center. She shook her head with uncertainty and slowly slid the shorts off, revealing her neatly trimmed but nonetheless full bush of soft, dark blond pubic hair. She plucked at it a bit, wondering if she should finally shave it all off like so many of the other girls she had seen in the school showers had done, or at least trim it down further to a "landing strip", but her logic was that a) she hadn't had pubic hair for all that long and had waited for it through all her pre-teen years, so it seemed a shame to cut it almost all off so relatively soon after she got it, and b) her anatomy might make that trimming difficult due to the extra skin involved. Most of all, however, she thought less hair might highlight her extra endowment to an uncomfortable degree in those same showers. As her hand lingered a bit around her pubic area, she gently grabbed and pulled her protruding inner pussy lips down and apart, amazed as always by how they enlarged and flowered open as she did so. They were still somewhat engorged from her recent arousal anyway, and as she continued to pull on them they hung down almost a full inch from her outer lips and thickened somewhat until they attained a firm, rubbery texture. She sat on the corner of her bed facing the mirror about three feet away and spread her legs wide apart, her feet on the floor. She spread her pussy wide, pulling the inner lips as far as they would go, and was astounded to see a spread of about 3 inches from tip to tip. As she let them go they closed up somewhat but nonetheless remained open and sticking way out. Now that's a pussy that obviously wants some cock, she thought--no hiding when I'm turned on, unlike most girls. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but it had already gotten her in a situation she had never imagined with her brother.
As she dreamily continued to play with her pussy in the mirror, she slowly and gently inserted a finger into the very wet opening, sliding it slowly in and out. Her breathing quickened as her pussy moistened even further, and she slid her finger out of her hole and up along the top ridge of her clit, which was starting to become seriously erect. As she ran her finger along the top of the hood, dipping it into her hole periodically for lubrication, she was amazed as always to see her clit emerge from under its hood and attain its prodigious length of slightly over an inch, with a pink, shiny head that looked like the tip of a bullet. Thank god this thing didn't get erect until she was REALLY turned on, she thought, or she'd never be able to wear a swimsuit. It already looked sometimes like she had small balls when she wore a tight one piece due to her plump pussy lips. She looked glassy-eyed at her reflection in the mirror, watching as her left index finger slid into her open hole and pumped in and out; juice was starting to drip from the opening, and the very visible head of her clit was purple and throbbing. Ok, she thought, enough of this fooling around, and she began vigorously pumping the first two fingers of her left hand into her sodden hole while grabbing her clit shaft with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and starting to jack it back and forth like a miniature cock, the swollen head alternately protruding from and being hidden by the hood as she did so. As her orgasm began to rise, the flow of cream from her vagina increased and created an audible smacking sound as she plunged her fingers in and out. At that moment she pictured Greg's cock spewing out its fountain of come, bobbing up and down with each squirt, and that did it--she was coming, gasping "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" as her vagina squeezed shut rhythmically on her fingers, her dark purple clit head throbbing violently with each contraction. An actual small squirt of juice erupted from her clenching hole and dripped onto the wooden floor with an audible splat, causing her eyes to widen and the speed of her fingering to increase until she was coming again, to her amazement, this time with a slightly larger spurt of liquid.
As her orgasms wound down and her fingering slowed, she expelled a long drawn out breath and removed her fingers from her sodden hole. She looked at herself in the mirror again and thought Damn! If I was a guy looking at me right now I'd come in my pants. Looking back at her in the mirror was a picture of total, unmitigated sex; her thick hair was wild and bushy, her skin flushed red, nipples erect, pussy swollen in every respect--thick, purple inner lips protruding out past the outers with a flow of juice running out the bottom, pubic hair matted with wetness, rocklike, still throbbing red clithead at least a quarter inch out of its hood, its full inch-plus length a testament to the unmistakable height of her arousal. She wondered if any of her girlfriends got so cranked up and what they looked like when they did--or if they didn't, did the size of her female equipment have anything to do with her arousal level? Was she just particularly well constructed for sex? She was very curious about how she compared to other girls, particularly considering the fun Gary and Greg seemed to be having with a member of their own sex; maybe she'd have to pursue something like that (but had no idea how). The thoughts and ideas started to swirl together in her head, and she fell backwards on the bed, falling almost instantly to sleep, the mirror showing the clear fluid continuing to leak from her satisfied hole.