Growing Up Lonely

This is my wife's story of discovering her intense sex drive while the world believed she was either a prude or a dyke:

I grew up an only child on the outskirts of town. My parents worked hard and we had a home on a large lot.  As a kid, my mom drove me into town for a lot of my activities and socialization.  Then they decided I was old enough to be left alone a lot. I also went to an all girls high school but was considered a misfit. I liked a lot of boyish activities like working on cars and hunting and fishing.  I knew I'd make some country boy a great wife someday, but there was a mismatch between who my parents raised me to be and who they sent me to school with. 

I kept my hair long so the girls wouldn't think I was a dyke. I never did get to date so the boys thought I was a prude.  This left me with a lot of time to myself.

What I'm trying to say is that I masturbated like crazy.  I learned a bit about self-pleasure from some older Girl Scouts and I was hooked completely.  I started with my hands rubbing my boobs and touching my clit.  The pocket mirror really came in handy. I also discovered I liked the way I taste. 

Imagine being a hormonal, cock-hungry young woman, aged about 13, and obsessed with giving yourself sexual pleasure, left alone for 8-10 hours a day in the summer.  Nipples erect all the time, clitoris filling with blood, and a pussy that was wet 24/7.   

Don't forget the acres of privacy and the 12-foot fence in the backyard.

I was sunbathing in the nude every chance I got, giving myself a nice all-over tan.  I slept in an oversized t-shirt, no panties.  There were days on end where that nightshirt was the only thing I wore.  My mom would get annoyed I hadn't gotten dressed, but I would ask "why." She never had a good answer, and she didn't want me answering the door for a stranger.

My dad had a collection of magazines. In addition to the usual Playboy and Penthouse, he had magazines in a European language. Those girls seemed like they were my age! And then the bondage and fetish mags were my favorite! 

My God, I spent my summers between 7th and 8th, 8th and 9th, and somewhat 9th and 10th in a complete and total sexual haze, with no one to share it with.  I didn't want anyone at school to know how constantly horny I was in case they thought I was some kind of freak. This made me very shy at school because I was afraid of what would come out if I did open up.

I know kids experiment with their own bodies and their friends, but I was the loneliest, horniest woman on the planet.  I would masturbate in every room in the house. 

The kitchen floor was a lot of fun when I was hot! The cold stone flooring was a nice contrast to my sun-kissed skin and my inflamed pussy.  Kitchen was also where the fruits and veggies were kept.  My mom thought I was being so healthy eating carrots and cucumbers all day, when I was just really destroying the evidence of my orgasmic chemistry. 

It was so much fun to get myself off in the shower.  My dad wondered about the water bill, but, hey, he was the one who put the adjustable, detachable shower head in when I was 13. 

The living room was the perfect place to hump the furniture. Those armrests sure wore out all of a sudden.  And I did the laundry which included an awful lot of blankets.  Who needs so many blankets in July? A super-horny teenager, that's who!

Of course, my room was a sanctuary with so many objects at my disposal. Hairbrushes, curling iron, bottles of lotion. But why stay in there all day when I was going to be there all night?  Yes, as if I didn't pleasure myself enough during the day, I had my own nighttime routine. 

My parents' room didn't have much, besides my dad's magazines and my mom's vibrator.  Over time, I would learn to enjoy that toy, but at first it wasn't my favorite. I feared it due to it's noise and it was kind of primitive compared to the ones I have used in my own adult life.  Discovering that toy and my dad's porn helped me rationalize my own desires and I hoped, correctly, it meant my parents, especially mom, knew exactly what I was doing in my extensive spare time, aside from the minimal amount of chores she saddled me with.

Reading those mags, and laying down on the kitchen floor, until I was super-horny, was some really hot (and cold) fun! 

Our old house did not have really good AC. This helped me air out the home before my parents were back. Otherwise, it would have smelled like a brothel.

But nothing could beat the basement. Dark and unfinished, it was more of a crawlspace really.  In my own mind, it was a dungeon and I would go down there to act out my "bad girl" fantasies.  This is where I "punished" myself by impaling my pussy on the largest objects I could find, including my dad's tools. I was especially fascinated by his brand-new garden hoe. I was a ho with that hoe in me.

My summer between 9th and 10th, I had to work, and I had practice for our brother school's flag corps.  I didn't have as much time, but as I had to wait for rides, I began to see the value of showing off my curvy body for passerby-traffic. 

The next summer I worked, and I had my first real girlfriend. We kept our relationship secret. It was hard for us to define our sexuality at the time, but looking back it's clear that we didn't like boys but we sure as Hell loved men!  She had grown up a lot like me with one key difference: HER mom had a strap-on!