with my fingers in my mouth I tasted my own salty, smelly juices and I loved it. My juices taste amazing and I soon probed my fingers once more in my extremely wet and wanting pussy. I sat down on the toilet seat and put my feet to the stall door I am facing. I could see myself in the mirror that hung on the bathroom stall door and spread my skinny frail legs getting a good view of my wet shaven vagina. Looking at my skinny body with my small breasts made me even more aroused. I tried to scoop my juices with 4 fingers out my pussy. Carefully I lifted my juice filled fingers to my mouth but before I licked up my own wet I had to smell it. The smell is addictive and went right to my head which was now filled with thoughts of wet and juicy pussys. I lapped up my juice from my fingers while my other hand sneaked to my pussy. But before they reached my wet pussy I just had to play with my tiny titties. Massaging my Small breasts made my nipples even harder than they were. My small A cup breasts were even more sensitive than my much bigger DD pair!
I was confused and scared by my own actions but I just needed my juices and I needed to come. My fingers let go of my nippels and moved towards my pussy where they started moving in and out of my pussy while I was licking my fingers of my other hand clean. My pussy was making wet smacking noises while dribbling and splattering my juices on the floor and the stall door.
I hoped I was alone because I also started to moan, wanting to moan loud but because my embarrassment i tried to moan as soft as possible. Once my fingers in my mouth were clean I switched my hand thats now in my pussy to smear my juices over my small breasts covering the small mounds with my juices. I soon lapped up some more wet from my pussy after my breasts were nice wet and sticky to put my juices in my mouth while fingering with my other hand.
Harder and harder I was pumping my hand in and out of my pussy moaning as soft as I could. My juices were drooling down my legs on the floor, my smell was filling the bathroom. I took a few more licks and then I came as hard as I ever came. I even squirted against the bathroom door! I never squirted but it felt great.
I sat panting on the toiletseat feeling relieved. The need to masturbate and taste my juices was gone and I felt ashamed about what i did. So I had to clean up. I used the toilet paper to wipe the floor and the door so no one would notice what happened here. My panties and clothes lay on the floor and were soaked by my juices. I felt a familiar tingle and my clothes were replaced by a simple small dress. My panties and bra disappeared. I put on the dress quickly wanting to get out of the bathroom stall. If someone came inside they would definitely smell my sex.
The dress was a tight small dress which accentuated my small curves. It even had a low cut to show off some cleavage. Because of my small breasts this wasn't a lot and the dress left a little room so I knew that without a bra my breasts could be seen when I bent down or moved in some ways. I looked in the mirror and saw the frail girl. I thought I looked cute in a weird way. I still had my own beautiful face although maybe a bit smaller so it would fit my body. My hair was still blonde hanging just below my shoulders. You could say I was still a pretty girl but without my curves.I found a passport which said I was still Sarah Mcmillan, 18 years old and I still had a drivers license.
I quickly ran outside the bathroom where is was greeted by the principal, mr Smith. He told me to go right back to class. I tried to plead with him to let me see the nurse. He told me I looked fine. I tried to explain what happened to me. He wanted none of it. He escorted me to class. Once in class everybody just ignored me. As if nothing happened. Only that Jon guy was looking at me. Grinning. Still a creep. I sat down and felt my pussy start to tingle again. O no I thought! I could feel my vagina getting moist again and already I could smell me. I raised my hand to be excused once more. I may not. I started to feel the need to put my fingers inside me and lick my juices building.
Some guy in front of me asked his neighbor if he too smelled the fishy smell. The neighbor laughed and made a remark about some girl not washing her dirty cunt. I am so embarrassed I felt my face reddening in shame which aroused me even more. Then I saw my best friend Emma. Looking at her body with big full breasts in a tight shirt made me aroused. Suddenly I thought about her vagina! What does it look, smell and taste like? Was she shaven? What the hell! I thought about licking my best friends pussy! I have to control myself I think to
Myself. But the thought of Emmas pussy was too much. I silently reached under my dress and stuck two fingers inside my vagina twisting them pulling them back out with a little suctioning smacking noise. I looked around the class to see if anyone was watching me. When i saw nobody was I put my wet fingers to my nose. I took a big silent whiff so I could smell my delicious juices. I again licked my fingers. I don't know why but this was a relief. Too bad my mind and my vagina didnt think so. Thoughts about licking, kissing and biting Emmas sweet pussy kept flooding my mind. My pussy was flooding as well. It was still very moist and I could feel my wettness running down my legs. I could feel that the bottom of my dress was wet too. My juices were making a little puddle from my seat to the floor. More of my classmates started to murmur about the smell.
Luckily the bell rang ending the class. I stayed seated because of the wet spot on my dress.
