More details regarding my childhood as a horny young girl
I was always a bit of a chubby girl. Maybe 5-10 pounds overweight until I was in about third grade, then I was a bit bigger. I had enough body fat then that my little girl breasts started growing but the time I was about eight years old, and I started wearing a little girl’s training bra. I got older, and was still gaining weight a bit more than I should have, and by ten, in 5th grade, my young tits were enough to fill my little hands.
I also started my period.
I was still as horny as I had been the last two years, maybe more so. I began finding small things to insert into my virgin hole. I don’t know if I ever had a hymen, but if I did, I was the one to break it myself. I remember using markers, a hair brush handle, small travel size bottles of lotion or shampoo that were either from a hotel or I had gotten a small rectangle size bottle of Bath & Body Works lotion as a gift. (It was their discontinued Strawberry Champagne scent. I wish they would bring it back… for nostalgia purposes, obviously.) When i used up every thing in the bottle, I washed it out and kept it in my room, hidden to use in my little cunt at bedtime. I hadn’t figured out the thrusting part of fucking yet, but I liked feeling my tight little hole stretch around something while I rubbed my fat clit so hard it almost hurt. Abusing my clit quickly became my favorite – and easiest way to make myself feel good – although I still don’t think i had an orgasm until I was about twelve, using our removable shower head on my hole and clit.
Obviously, the more I explored myself, the longer my showers got, but I also had a lot of hair to wash, so it took plenty of time. I started seeing all the things around the house that might fit nicely in my pussy, and fantasizing about seeing how far I could push them inside me. I had a long noise maker stick, I had a toy twirling baton – it was aluminum and purple with yellow rubbery ends that would come off. To this day I wish I’d fucked myself with it, and have considered trying to find a similar one to recreate my little girl sexual fantasy.
I eventually would use my Barbies as masturbation toys, inserting their legs into my tight cunt. Then when I was done, I would wash them off, and probably get aroused the next time my friend came over and played with one of my dolls I’d had inside myself.
I did have one extremely innocuous thing in the bathroom that became a toy for my pleasure, and no one would ever know.
At some point, I had a Jergens Body Soap bottle with a pump. It was the Rainbath scent – I thought they’d been discontinued but found out in the last year or so that they are still being sold. I used to sit on the shower floor with my legs open letting the water hit my horny little cunt and unscrew the lid. I found that the tube was removable from the actual pump. I would rub the remaining soap on it on myself and rinse the soap from the tube before pushing it inside my pussy hole as deep as I could. I remember it hurting, but not knowing why at the time, but realizing when I got older it was hitting my cervix. (My cervix sits lower than normal, so I can feel it with just my fingers unless I’m extremely aroused now.) But I began a daily (or every other day, depending on when I showered) ritual of fucking my little cunt with that tube from soap bottle until I felt like stopping. I probably bruised my little cervix trying to manage my horny urges to fuck and have something inside me.
Women don’t really just ‘decide’ that we have to go to the bathroom in groups. I think it starts when we’re young. We share bathrooms with our friends, not caring about modesty as we giggle and use the bathroom. If you read my previous story, you’ll know that I grew up heavily religious, which means I spent probably an unreasonable amount of time at church. And the funny thing about smaller churches is that everyone kind of gets sorted into wide ranges of age groups to accommodate learning and other things. So, when my friend and I would go to the bathroom, we nearly always had 3-8 other younger girls with us because everyone wanted to go at the same time. We had a few different buildings over the years, and one had a massive family bathroom and when a bunch of us went to the bathroom, we would all end up in there together. I’m sure others would have found it weird, but it was just normal to me. I saw a lot of younger girls pussies growing up. Maybe I should have realized that it made me sexually aroused and even though I knew that wanting to look was inappropriate, I couldn’t help it.
(I’ve never been aroused by the male body the way most female bodies catches my attention.)
Maybe that was why when I was in second grade – I distinctly remember it being second grade, because third grade was the year I had the meanest teacher in our elementary district – that when our teacher let us go to the bathroom in pairs, it wasn’t strange when my best friend said we should go in one stall together.
We did. She was my desk partner, so we always got sent to the bathroom together. I had just turned five when I started kindergarten, just under the deadline for having to wait another year for school, so I was seven in second grade. I felt like we were doing something a bit naughty that we could get in trouble for, but I’d always shared a bathroom with girls at church. So I didn’t quite understand why we would get into trouble except that we were supposed to be using our own stalls. We shared a stall, and we began watching each other’s little pussies while we peed, sometimes spreading our legs and holding our lips open so the other could see our little pee hole. It became a normal, daily occurrence that we totally got away with for the entire year. My parents didn’t know her parents very well – I went to public school until fourth grade. (which I took twice, once at public school and again at my religious school because they were supposed to have a more rigorous curriculum and I was considered behind. I went from one of the youngest in my grade, to one of the oldest… And I would have the biggest tits of my whole year grade.)
I wasn’t allowed to spend the night anywhere that my parents weren’t already friends with their parents – in case something bad happened. So I got to have a couple play dates at my second grade friend’s house but never got to spend the night. The first time I went over there, when I had to to go the bathroom, my friend said she had to come with me because her parents only let her and her older sister use a few pieces of toilet paper at a time so they wouldn’t waste it, and she had to make sure it was didn’t use too much. So she came into the bathroom with me at her house and we talked like normal while she watched me pee and clean myself off.
Her and her sister had a strange relationship, and it wasn’t until I was older that I considered maybe she was being abused by her sister or a parent. We lost touch when I changed schools. I wonder if she thinks about our childhood naughtiness like I sometimes do when I masturbate. I wonder what might have happened if I’d spent the night.
I started becoming a woman and my body was preparing to have babies at ten years old. I started puberty early, but I was too young to shave yet. I was still very much a little girl who played house and doctor with her best-best friend. We spent most weekends together since our parents were friends, and stayed at each other’s houses all the time. We would play doctor and ‘examine’ each other in our underwear, or since I had a bit of a round belly, sometimes she made me pretend to be pregnant and have a baby, then she would tell me that I had to nurse the baby because I had boobies already. She was a bit younger than me, but was still my best friend for years and years. We have our own lives now, but we’re friends on social media. I’m sure she has no idea that her making me pull my chubby young tits out and holding my nipple to my dolls mouth pretending to feed it now gives me depraved fantasies about being impregnated at such a young age and having to care for a baby. (Again, I grew up extremely religious, and I have a hard time believing my parents wouldn’t have made me carry a full term pregnancy if I’d been violated.)
And then my chubby bald cunt started growing hair when I was about 11-12. I immediately hated it. It became part of my after-shower ritual for a while because I wasn’t supposed to be using a razor, that I would sit on my floor naked after my shower and use little scissors to trim the hair between my legs. I liked looking at my pussy in the mirror, and I’d been doing it before it grew hair, sitting with my legs open, holding my lips apart to see what my chubby, little girl vagina looked like. This would become my habit even once I started shaving properly a year later, shaving my legs and underarms in the shower, then holding my plump teen cunt open to shave myself bare. I have kept a bare pussy since I was thirteen. I understand some women like having even just a bit to feel womanly, but keeping mine bare reminds me of the horny girl I was growing up every time I masturbate, and it brings me so much deviant pleasure.
I’m thirty-five now, and it’s probably extremely depraved for me to fantasize about my own young body being used the way it probably craved desperately, but it keeps me in a high state of arousal almost constantly. Some girls ARE probably completely naive in the ways of sexual pleasure, but I wasn’t one of them.
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