Chapter 1: Masturbating

By the summer after my fifteenth birthday I’d been having sex for about a year and had already been fucked by four boys and had oral sex with quite a few more. Yet it seemed no matter how many guys I was with or how often, it was never enough to satisfy the blossoming teenage cravings which would build up inside of me until I was ready to scream with frustration. Many times I would let a guy fuck me and still have to masturbate as soon as I got home!

The bottom line was that I simply loved the way I felt when was I having sex, especially when I had an orgasm or two (or three!). If a boy wasn’t available then I just masturbated even more - sometimes two or three times a day when I was really horny. Gosh ... I can remember days during that summer when I would spend an entire afternoon doing nothing but playing with myself. As I have already said - I’m not a kind girl so when it came to masturbating, my fingers were my favorite “toy”. After all, they worked great and were always available. Sometimes, though, I would use any of a variety of things to get off with - hot tub jets, the bath tub water faucet, vegetables from the refrigerator, and occasionally I even borrowed one of my mom’s dildos. Mom had an impressive collection which she offered to me to use anytime I wanted. I’m not sure what she would’ve said if she knew I loved to smell and taste them before I started knowing they’d probably been her sexy pussy not long ago. It wasn’t that I wanted to have sex with my mom, I just felt really close to her at those times. OK, so it was a little naughty too ... forgive me, I’m human!

Sometimes I would spend almost an entire day in a haze of sexual ecstasy, sort of like how I imagine someone on drugs must feel when they’re high. All day I would just keep cumming over and over and over again. Between orgasms I’d run my fingers lightly along my nude body, gently running over my budding breasts and down my flat stomach to my smooth tanned legs and soft inner thighs. Our living room couch faced the front picture window and I liked to lay on it while I did myself, watching people as they walked by, wondering what they would say if they knew a horny teenage girl was watching them, naked with her finger exploring her pussy.

Once my parents came home from work and found me passed out naked in bed, lying on my back with my legs spread open and my hand still over my crotch. The sheets were soaked with my pussy cum and my room smelled so strongly of my sex it was obvious what I’d been doing. Fortunately they knew about all of my sexual activities so they didn’t mind. Well, y mom DID make be change the sheets. I think if anything they were amused at my fixation on sex and figured I’d grow out of it eventually - wrong!!

Some days I would wake up so horny and wet I would do myself before I even got out of bed. I almost always did it when I go to bed at night plus there’s that occasional rub during the day whenever the mood struck. There have been more than a few times in class when I would look at a cute boy I really wanted and see the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I’d imagine unzipping his jeans and sucking his cock right there in class in front of everyone. Oh my pussy would start to get so wet! Soon it would be all I could do to keep my hands from reaching under my skirt or in the crotch of my jeans. Sometimes it was just too much to contain so I’d excuse myself to the girl’s restroom where I would finger myself while I imagined him following me in and fucking me right there during school. Fortunately teachers never question a girl when she says she has to excuse herself to the girl’s room - especially when she’s carrying her little purse! Why none of them questioned why I would be having my period every day of the month is still a mystery.

Well, hopefully this helps you understand my frame of mind at the time and how it led to one of the weirdest and most perverted things I’ve ever done, sexually that is. One night I was lying on my back in bed with the lights off, slowly masturbating as I fantasized about being with my boyfriend earlier that night in the backseat of his parents’ car. He was so horny from playing with me and having me suck his yummy cock that by the time he actually fucked me it was only a few minutes before he came. NOT the most satisfying evening for me but it had its moments.

As my finger made in circles around my hardened clit, I remembered how good it felt when he came in me, the incredible feeling of his stiff young cock throbbing with desire, swelling inside of me as he reached orgasm. I inserted my middle finger inside of me and shoved it in hard as far as I could as I recalled how his whole body stiffened while he pushed his wonderful cock even deeper into me. His cum had literally exploded from his cock and I could imagine how it must’ve been penetrating deep into my hungry pussy as if it had been shot from a cannon. He thrust himself in and out of me, each time shooting yet another load of cum into me, filling me until it drained out of my pussy onto the sheet. When he finally finished he laid on me and I could the feel the heat from his sweaty and sexy body pressing against mine.

As I continued to rub my wet pussy I dreamed he was in bed with me, his warm hard cock still deep inside me, growing hard again to fuck me one more time. I still hadn’t cum yet so I started to fantasize about him fucking me in my bed, my parents sneaking a look around the corner. So there I was, lying in bed with my hand between my legs, masturbating and dreaming of being fucked. No different than any other fifteen year-old girl alone in her bedroom at night, right?