I Got M Y Fingers In It

Back in the day, there was one surefire indicator of successful pussy runs! That was the proverbial "Smelling your buddies Index Finger!"

If you didn't believe that he had fucked Betsy, or Mary or Jane, you would only have to run his middle index finger across your nostrils like you were smelling a Cuban cigar.

If his finger smelled of that strong, scented aroma of feminine musk, you knew immediately that he had in fact tapped that ass! The other less obvious signs of his erotic success in the "Pussy Wars", were used condom wrappers, or crusty, flaky, white mucus on his zipper material, or even him running up to you screaming, "I Got My Fingers In It, I Got My Fingers In It!!!

My name is Carlos, and over the following pages you will read of my victorious exploits of lustful, sexual conquest in the amorous pursuits of pussy, in the sexcapades of what happened, when "I Got My Fingers In It!!"

When I was eighteen years of age, I learned that a telltale sign of success in a "pussy outing" was the pungent smell from a woman's pussy that was always left behind on my octopus-type fingers! I always enjoyed the aftermath of sexual conquests when I would continually slide my middle index finger back and forth underneath my nose.

Take Rhonda Reynolds for example. She was a very fine, eighteen year old, shapely, blue/black female, with long, wavy, jet-black locks of flowing hair. But before I ever actually engaged with her, I always wondered what her private "pussy hairs" felt like?

Rhonda lived "down the way" from my house during those glorious days of puberty. She wasn't my girlfriend, but rather the "sweet piece" of one of my partners. He had informed me that "if you think that you can get that pussy, then you ought to go for it!"

So one warm, humid weekend, I turned all of my seductive skills and charm towards Rhonda and made up my mind that I was going to shoot my best shot to get that dark-skinned, pink pussy! Rhonda and I were a fairly well-matched pair as we both were of the age of maturity and Seniors in our local high school.

It was during the late Spring/early Summer season when our magical encounter emerged. We, the group of teen boys that I ran with, were camped out down at my friend Tony's house, as his parents were away on this particular evening.

My traditional clique of buddies consisted of Tony, Butch, Mr. ANT and myself. Mr. ANT was the nickname that I gave to Tommy because his head was smaller than his body and he looked like a walking Carpenter ant!

In our crowd, Tony was the Barry White lover of our posse as he always had the seductive sounds of Barry blaring from his Panasonic auto sound system. The music was always a definite "Chick Magnet" and a solid lure for the girls in our hood on any particular evening's cruise.

The girls whom we were typically "locked in on", and the ones we would regularly be in pursuit of for erotic teenaged sexual trysts were Rhonda, Regina, Jasmine and Carla. They were always sexually "juiced up" for our evening rendezvous.

On this specific evening the weather was warm and all parties were dressed in their seasonally minimum attire because of the humidity and heat. That night in particular, as I remember, it was Tony's lady Rhonda who was dressed in a hot pink ensemble of Hot Pants with a tight halter-spoiler blouse which accentuated her large, succulent, grown-woman's breasts.

She had been angry this special evening because her regular lover, Tony Duberry had been flirting and "pushing-up" on my girlfriend Regina. But it worked out fine for me because I already had a strong lust for Rhonda with her "Black-as-Grapes" skin tone, and her beautiful, shiny, black, luxurious locks.

I had been lusting for Rhonda for quite some time and had conjured up in my mind that her exceptionally beautiful blue-black skin coloring suggested in my lecherous dreams that her pussy lips would yield a marvelously pink, fleshy, brightness if I could ever strip her down butt-ass naked on this unusually serendipitous night!

Mr. ANT was paired with Rhonda's middle sister Jasmine, who also possessed a blue-black skin tone, though her feminine sex organs were not as plump, ripe or as juicy as those of her younger sister. Conversely, Butch was partnered with Rhonda's oldest sister, Carla, who thought being the eldest sibling in our orgy-group meant that she could perform the most freakish of sexual tricks with her high energy and sexual hunger.

With all of this passing around and lady-swapping, Tony would be trying his luck on my girlfriend Regina who was a long, suave, shapely, Amazon woman, with buoyant tits and never-ending legs and thighs. I had often enjoyed stripping her down naked during our personal trysts and stroking and fondling her long, silky legs and upper-thighs until I finally proceeded to fuck that pussy.

We had all arrived there at Tony's parent's residence after a rousing afternoon/evening of roughhousing and cavorting up and down our neighborhood streets! We were all nothing but "horn-balls" after completing a long and arduous academic high school year.

We had providently arrived at Tony's house discovering that his parents were off on some obligatory family errand and that they had left their residence completely unguarded. As horny and as sexually aroused as we all were, we boisterously barged into his house each seeking a private and secluded bedroom or conveniently isolated space to take our teenaged sex-mate to.

Tony did us all the favor of setting the appropriate sexual mood by turning on the stereo phonograph to the sounds of his favorite crooner Barry White as the baritone maestro belted out his hit tone, Can't Get Enough Of Your Love! For my part, I grabbed Rhonda's hand and guided her out onto the front porch so that we could be away from the crowd and I could start my amorous pursuits.

At that moment, all parties had begun their magical pursuit of the "pussy panties" and all related sexual pleasures. For me, the time was right to exploit Rhonda as she was still fuming at the sight of her man, Tony Duberry, in hot pursuit of my lady-friend, Miss Long-Tall Regina.

Now, as I faced up to Rhonda, out on the front porch, I immediately took her curvaceous body into my strong, muscular arms and I began to slowly, methodically and sensually kiss her sweet, tender lips. I had never directly pursued Rhonda before this monumental evening, but I always had my horny eyes on her plumptious ass and sweet, perky tits.

As I started my pursuit of her tender, pink, pussy-lips, I realized that I had to proceed cautiously because Rhonda was a very high strung young woman and she was still very much in love with Mr. Tony Duberry. So, as I began my sexual journey I had one strategic thought and one thought only in my mind! Trying to get my Octopus-like fingers inside of her frilly, lace panties and from there into the confines of her moist, wet, pink pussy!

To my recollection, the most satisfying pieces of pussy that I had ever tasted were those where I had to use my muscular fingers to entice a reluctant female into sexual submission by stroking that pussy and caressing her aroused clitoris! So as I began I had the knowledge, in my mind, that if I was sufficiently erotic with Rhonda on this front porch, I could possibly tease and titillate her both out of her panties and into allowing me to slide my long, venous, muscular cock all of the way up inside of the full depths of her luscious, wet pussy!

Rhonda, for her part, was portraying herself to be aloof and nonchalant to my advances. But my warm, wet, succulent kisses were heating up her young libido and I was recognizing that she was starting melt into my charms. And, as we kissed I proceeded to add my Octopus-hands & fingers into the mix, exploring her wide hips, butt-cheeks and naked midriff.

I noticed with Rhonda, out on that porch, that she was becoming as inflamed as I was and I thereby smoothly maneuvered her onto the "sitting couch" of that porch. Now with her in a sitting position, I could try to spread her thighs apart and start to hone-in on the outside of her pants which were beginning to show tale-tale signs of feminine moisture and wetness at her crouch.

My aim was to open her up as widely as possible to ultimately get to her aroused thighs so as to entice her to lose her inclination to try to shut me down from my devious plan to gain access to her "pretty pussy"! Ultimately my mission was to create, for myself, the chance to plunge my hungry, lustful, hard-as-a-rock, cock-bone deep into the delicious depths of her warm, wet, drooling cunt.

I knew that I could best achieve my lascivious desires if I could seduce Rhonda into an unconscious act of sexual obedience which would come after I began to probe and plunge my stiff, erect, groping fingers into the greedy, slippery, and needy confines of her wet pussy. Having her in a reclining position on the front porch couch provided me with a psychiatrist's angle to plunge and insert my elongated index finger up into the depths of Rhonda's sloppy wop!

In my years of amorous pursuits, I had learned that if a cunning and charming gentleman can get his "searching, suctioning, pinching" fingers inside the pussy lips of his unexpecting female partner, the odds of getting that good, silky, wet pussy increase ten-fold.

Now, we were at our personal moment of truth! Would Tony's angered girlfriend submit to the "Calls of Orgasmic Ecstasy" or would she abruptly snap back to her faithful, dutiful role as another man's woman? The heat of that moment was crying out for clarification!!!

Constantly talking and coaxing and charming Miss Rhonda every step of this slippery journey, I was conscious of the fact that any wrong move on my part would allow this big, slippery fish to slip off my pole (No Pun Intended)! I had to concentrate on keeping her unconscious of my ultimate intentions and of how close she actually was to the edge of submission, while at the same arousing her onwards and upwards toward my intended consummation.

And just at that very moment, to my divine delight, Miss Rhonda began to let her head fall back on the couch cushions that I had her sitting on, and very magically, she began to involuntarily open wide and spread her thighs as far apart just like an ocean dam that is opening wide to allow a large boat to flow into her cavernous cunt!

Finally, I had reached nirvana, the gates of seduction were opening widely there right in front of my horny, hungry, lustful eyes and all that I needed to do was to pull down her pants, peel off her sopping wet panties and slide my drooling, throbbing Cock-Bone into the depths of her begging nut-bucket!

As I look backwards on that pubescent period in my youth, I recognize that the sensual skills that I honed with Rhonda Reynolds back in those years of my misbegotten youth have become invaluable in the progress that I have made in my subsequent conquests and seductions. Specifically, I came upon a similar such situation in the middle-twenties of my young adult life as a roaming leech.

In this erotic affair, I had met a nice, voluptuous, young woman of twenty-five (25) years of age. Her name was Deborah and she lived in the same Midwestern city that I resided in and we had been intertwined in a very raunchy engagement of telephone sex for several teasing and "blue-ball" resulting months.

When the time came for the two of us to finally make our very first "face-to-face" connection, I was more than excited about exploring and pursuing many of the consensual sexploits that we had been discussing pornographically over the telephone.

Astonishingly, to my greatest erotic dismay, Deborah had transformed into an exotic "Ice Princess" upon my arrival to her lovely residential abode! Although she had consented to me staying inside her apartment for the entire evening, she said that despite all of her forwardness and explicit sexual banter over the telephone that she could not let me sleep in the same bed with her upon our first meeting inside of her home! I'm sure that Y-O-U can imagine the state of shock and orgasmic despair that I was undergoing when I learned that I wasn't getting A-N-Y that particular night!

To add injury to insult, after we had gotten comfortable and had unwound, Deborah stated to me that I would have to sleep downstairs on her livingroom couch while she retired upstairs to her expansive King-sized bed! Not to be pessimistic and resigned to defeat, I simply took Deborah's disheartening conversation in stride and proceeded to offer to her a good, old-fashioned foot massage, before she retired upstairs to her lonely bedroom with me sleeping downstairs by lonesome!

Before the evening proceeded further, Deborah excused herself to go and change into her regular nighttime clothing, and I then scurried to my luggage to get myself all duded-up for her return back downstairs. Several moments later when Deborah returned she revealed in her night clothes a breathtaking body that would wake the dead.

She had on a waist-cut pink chemise which accentuated her DD-sized jugs and the smoothest, silky, caramel skin-tone with lovely manicured and perfectly painted candy-apple red toenails! For me, I expectantly had changed into my typical black V-necked T-shirt with tight, form-fitting Ralph Lauren black, clinging briefs.

As I anxiously surveyed Deborah, she stood at about a curvy 5'8' inches tall, with her hair in a circular bun, just like a bee's nest! Her cleavage was simply mouthwatering and the color coordination of her toes, her lingerie garment, her skin tone and the swollen nipples dancing erect in her lingerie was enough to get my manhood rising, rising, rising.

For myself, I proudly stood erect at the reappearance of the hostess in my bare feet at an athletic 6'0' feet tall, with a stout barrel chest, chiseled biceps, muscular thighs and well-oiled mahagony-rich skin tone. For a gentleman of twenty-seven (27) years of age, I represented my generation very well.

The two of us came together to sit and to recline in her very relaxing Lazy-Boy leather chair, with her in the seat and me at her feet. I have long excelled at giving women therapeutic and sensual massages. And tonight I was fully prepared to give Miss Deborah my best effort to coax her into a luxurious state of ecstasy.

As usual for me, I had brought just for such opportunity my supply of a small tube of Johnson's Baby Oil, which I have used for several such sexual inducements. At the presentation of the appropriate oils and background music, we both repaired to our various positions with her in the chair and me applying my Octopus-handed massage to her lovely, manicured, pretty feet.

All throughout our interaction Deborah and I chatted warmly and resumed the intimate sexual banter that we had both enjoyed over the telephone over the past several months. Deborah was a beautiful woman, beautiful teeth, and fingers with long, curly, black, flicking eye lashes.

It was very natural and very seductive for me to take both of Deborah's cold feet into strong, warm, masculine hands as I massaged and chatted the words of seduction and sensuality into my newest sexual target. Deborah took all of my entreaties and solicitations in her special sexy manner and began to gaze deeply into my intense sex-starved gaze as we flirted, giggled and teased each other.

Always the guy who was good with his hands, I slowly but surely began to unknowingly climb up in position from the toes of Deborah's pretty feet to her apple-sized heels and upwards to her shins & muscular calves! Throughout this cozy and exquisite time period, we both were sipping on glasses of chilled Cabernet Sauvignon with Tex-Mex nachos on the side,

Reflecting on my misbegotten youth, I knew back in the deepest recesses of my "little horny brain" that if I could seduce Deborah into an undeniably erotic massage, there might be a chance that I might get that "golden opportunity" to caress and stroke that sweet pussy of her's that I had traveled all of the way across town to imbibe. Now the only question was could I possibly work my way up to the solar plex region of her midriff and get my sex-starved fingers into the slipperiest part of a woman's anatomy, her pussy!

As we romantically chatted and conversed about any and every subject that came to our sexually intoxicated minds, I continued to climb the curves of her delicious physique, slowly arriving to the joys of her smooth, silky, inner-thighs and outer hips. Deborah, always the gracious host titled her seat in the leather Lazy-Boy backwards ever so slowly until she was in a fully reclined position.

By now, I had reared upwards and was perched on my knees, hunched-up directly in front of the sprawling recliner fully positioned to assault the target of my lustful designs, that pussy! With soft music percolating throughout household and the lights down to their dimmest setting, I began to rise up more and more over Deborah's glorious feminine physique until such time that I was nearly "face-to-face" with my telephone sexmate and the woman who had made me so desperate to score another victory with the power of my effectively successful finger-tip dildos!

When I had finally arrived on a facial level with my hostess, I leaned in and began to kiss her cherry lips. Surprised by my progressions, Deborah reached forward from her chair and met my lips in a sensual and erotic embrace that found the two of us locked in an embrace of pure lust and anticipation.

It was at this moment that I ran my free left hand back to the center of the "Heat" that was emanating from down between Deborah's gorgeous thighs and pelvic region. I thrust my full palm and fingers inside of her chemise and parted her wet pussy lips as I adjusted my position so as to be able to inject my full palm and each of my five fingers in and around her drooling cunt.

We kissed passionately as Deborah spread her soft and glorious thighs as wide apart as the Lazy-Boy chair would allow. By now I was fully in control of the circumstance as I continued to position myself so that I could bring my "favored" hand, my right hand, to the engagement.

At this point, there was no doubt in my mind that the two of us passionate sex fiends were happily on our way to copulation nirvana! All that was in question at this point was where and when did I want to devour this sensational trophy.

Being cautious not to move too, too fast, for fear that Deborah might relapse back to her original posture of "separate-sleeping quarters", I decided that the better part of valor would be for me to first strip Deborah "butt-ass-naked" in her front livingroom location. With this being accomplished I felt that her defenses and prudish ideas of "No Sex On The 1st Meeting" might be easier assuaged.

Deborah, sensing that the "horse was getting completely out of the barn", tried to quash our progress by grabbing for her discarded lingerie garments lying across the chair. To which, I merely took my two closest forefingers and slowly began to stroke the length and breath of her swollen clitoris.

At this, she fell back into the depths of the recliner, moaning and spreading her luscious thighs ever the more wider. At this point I simply added my moist, soft lips to the milky finesse of my groping fingers and Deborah melted further into a state of submission and compliance!

Now for the crucial sexual crescendo! I lowered my torso to lift Deborah into my muscular, manly arms and lifted her up from her livingroom furniture and rapidly began to carry her up to her upstairs master bedroom. Upon arrival I quickly plopped her down in the middle of her bed, thrust myself next to her there and slowly discarded the remainder of whatever articles of clothing that had survived my downstairs embrace and conquest.

I immediately joined Deborah in her bed and renewed my pursuit of the valued possession, her wet pussy! Spreading her "like an Eagle" in the middle of her bed I continued to finger-fuck her in a rhythmic, suctioning fashion, timing my thrusts to the sounds of her erotic moaning and yearning.