Straight Female / 38
Life on the farm was hard. By the time we were four or five we had chores, and the boys had work. When I got up to high school age I had to work part time at the school as a file clerk and my older sister worked for this lawyer in town. Our brothers worked on the farm. No matter how we may have felt, we are glad that we had inside work. I would not have wanted to be on of my brothers.
After high school I went to a teacher's college. Not because I wanted to be a teacher, but because my father didn't believe in girls going to college at all and the teacher's college gave me a partial scholarship. I worked for the rest of the tuition. My sister wasn't so lucky and she went to work at the police department as a clerk. At that time we were horny all the time and we flirted with any man in pants. Our father put out the rumor that if any man fucked either one of us they would have to deal with our five brothers. The result was that we never got passed holding hands on a date.
One by one our brothers married and we stayed single spinsters. 21 became 30 and I was single and untouched. I was desperate, my sister was not so lucky she was in a cop world and more than one had his chances with her and she kept her mouth shut about it. But I was still spinster and pure.
I worked as a second grade teacher. In primary school there are only other women teaching and most are married by the time they are eighteen, or so it seemed. The principal was a friend of my mother's and she tried her best to introduce me to the right man. But nothing clicked.
So at 30 I quit my job and went to St. Louis to look for a job. I found a job at a watch store, and then moved on to a job as a secretary. From there I moved with a girl I met down south to Odessa Texas where the oil field was and where the men were desperate for women. They were desperate all right, for my friend but not for me. I just looked like a spinster school teacher. All those years as a second grade teacher molded me. I didn't catch a fly.
I was 36 and I went to a movie by myself and when the movie let out I was pushed out an exit into the back loading area and drug behind the dumpsters and I was screwed for the first time. After he got off I laid on the ground and didn't close my legs. I let him screw me again. I told him that I usually went to the movies on Sunday afternoon but that on this particular Thursday night I had gone because my roommate went to stay with her mother and I was bored. But if he preferred I could come on Thursday nights.
I didn't wear panties, when he walked passed me in the theater I lifted my skirt to show him. After the movie I walked ahead of him and went out the exit and he followed and we got behind the dumpster and fucked our brains out. I had the worst urge to suck his penis and I let him feel me up and finger me. The bad thing was that the floor was hard and my clothes got dirty. We had to find another place.
I got the idea that if he came by my apartment on Thursday nights when my roommate was at her mother's I would let him in and I could be his girlfriend. We had our little thing for about four months, I tried to catch up on all the sex I had missed. I am convinced he stopped coming to see me because I was always sex hungry and I wanted him to screw me in my ass. I liked it, but he was grossed out about it and he called me a sick bitch.
I remember now that I am older that when my brothers were young they went into the barn to masturbate, something that we girls were not given permission to do.
After high school I went to a teacher's college. Not because I wanted to be a teacher, but because my father didn't believe in girls going to college at all and the teacher's college gave me a partial scholarship. I worked for the rest of the tuition. My sister wasn't so lucky and she went to work at the police department as a clerk. At that time we were horny all the time and we flirted with any man in pants. Our father put out the rumor that if any man fucked either one of us they would have to deal with our five brothers. The result was that we never got passed holding hands on a date.
One by one our brothers married and we stayed single spinsters. 21 became 30 and I was single and untouched. I was desperate, my sister was not so lucky she was in a cop world and more than one had his chances with her and she kept her mouth shut about it. But I was still spinster and pure.
I worked as a second grade teacher. In primary school there are only other women teaching and most are married by the time they are eighteen, or so it seemed. The principal was a friend of my mother's and she tried her best to introduce me to the right man. But nothing clicked.
So at 30 I quit my job and went to St. Louis to look for a job. I found a job at a watch store, and then moved on to a job as a secretary. From there I moved with a girl I met down south to Odessa Texas where the oil field was and where the men were desperate for women. They were desperate all right, for my friend but not for me. I just looked like a spinster school teacher. All those years as a second grade teacher molded me. I didn't catch a fly.
I was 36 and I went to a movie by myself and when the movie let out I was pushed out an exit into the back loading area and drug behind the dumpsters and I was screwed for the first time. After he got off I laid on the ground and didn't close my legs. I let him screw me again. I told him that I usually went to the movies on Sunday afternoon but that on this particular Thursday night I had gone because my roommate went to stay with her mother and I was bored. But if he preferred I could come on Thursday nights.
I didn't wear panties, when he walked passed me in the theater I lifted my skirt to show him. After the movie I walked ahead of him and went out the exit and he followed and we got behind the dumpster and fucked our brains out. I had the worst urge to suck his penis and I let him feel me up and finger me. The bad thing was that the floor was hard and my clothes got dirty. We had to find another place.
I got the idea that if he came by my apartment on Thursday nights when my roommate was at her mother's I would let him in and I could be his girlfriend. We had our little thing for about four months, I tried to catch up on all the sex I had missed. I am convinced he stopped coming to see me because I was always sex hungry and I wanted him to screw me in my ass. I liked it, but he was grossed out about it and he called me a sick bitch.
I remember now that I am older that when my brothers were young they went into the barn to masturbate, something that we girls were not given permission to do.
