Straight Female / 36
The stages of life. From early recollection until I was 12 life was grand. I was the baby that everyone catered to and I spent my days in grade school and my afternoons at home. I helped my mother but I never felt it was a chore and I got good grades.
I turned 13 and I got this headache crush on this boy who was not from our social class. He went to our school but he rode the bus from his neighborhood and it was clear as mud that I was way off base and that had to stop. I was taken out of school in the 7th grade and sent to a private school, small classes and all the kids were like us. Except one who was there on a scholarship but who talked to her. I got over my crush and got a crush on a boy from the eighth grade and that was fine but of course he didn't know it.
In the seventh grade my mother decided that I was old enough to have responsibilities at the house. I could choose, to look after my older brother or look after my father. My brother was a slob, he stank. My father was the man of my life, he was always nice and polite. I chose my father. That was a mistake. My father is the type of man who is perfectionist and he has to have his shirts ironed just so and his pants hung on the hangers just so and the bed has to be made just so and the table has to be set just so. You get it? My brother was happy if I fixed him hot chocolate after school. I was assigned to my father and my brother chose me so I ended up with both men.
My mother was quite rational about the whole thing. Learn about men by taking care of your father, that way when you get married you won't cry when he tells you that you messed up. And take care of your brother because he needs taking care of. But however it was painted I took care of my father and my brother. The only little thing that no one mentions is that there was no sex. With marriage comes sex. My mother conveniently did not talk about sex when you get married.
Sex came, it was just not what I imagined. I did not like having a penis thrust in my mouth. I did not like a penis period. I had a penis thrust deep up my anus, ass fucked and put in my place. He liked his dinner his way and he liked the bed made his way and he liked everything his way. He was my father but with sex. Everything I had learned about taking care of my father I had to use taking care of my husband, but he also wanted sex. His penis got me pregnant. Having a baby is not the same thing as rocking a baby that belongs to someone else. Getting a baby out of you hurts and I was tricked into believing that the right thing to do was go natural. It would not happen again, that was for sure. Anyway it was his penis that I didn't like, the rest I could put up with.
After two more kids and living in the suburbs in a house on a street with all the other houses alike I was tending to the kids on the front lawn and the neighbor walked over to me and started talking and he told me that my boy was playing with fire crackers, he wanted me to know, fire crackers were not like they were when he grew up, fire crackers were explosives now. So put a stop to it before he blew his fingers off. No, right now, put a stop to it, do as your told. So I called my son over and I asked him if he was playing with fire crackers and he confessed and the man from across the street told me that is the way to go, take care of my kids.
The man across the street has a penis and he thrusts it in my mouth, he thrusts it in my vagina and he thrusts it up my ass. He has these this little ball bridle that he put in my mouth and he pulled on it while he fucked me in the ass. He had these little balls on a string and he stick them up my ass one by one until he gets the whole string in and while I suck his cock he has me put my hand up between my legs and pull the string out slowly one little ball at a time. He has this bottle of liquid with strange writing on it and he puts some of the liquid on a hot washcloth and rubs the liquid into my ass and then he fucked me and my ass burns like hell but I want it every time. He spreads me open and takes his index finger behind his thumb and flicks my wick and he fucks me right after I come. The old man across the street calls me after he sees that I drop the kids off at school and he fucks me. I love being fucked with the little bridle in my mouth.
I am married of course and I put up with my husband's demands and he is good to the kids and he bought a nice house. But when it I need to feel good, to feel like all of me needs to be touched, I go across the street to the old man and get fucked.
I turned 13 and I got this headache crush on this boy who was not from our social class. He went to our school but he rode the bus from his neighborhood and it was clear as mud that I was way off base and that had to stop. I was taken out of school in the 7th grade and sent to a private school, small classes and all the kids were like us. Except one who was there on a scholarship but who talked to her. I got over my crush and got a crush on a boy from the eighth grade and that was fine but of course he didn't know it.
In the seventh grade my mother decided that I was old enough to have responsibilities at the house. I could choose, to look after my older brother or look after my father. My brother was a slob, he stank. My father was the man of my life, he was always nice and polite. I chose my father. That was a mistake. My father is the type of man who is perfectionist and he has to have his shirts ironed just so and his pants hung on the hangers just so and the bed has to be made just so and the table has to be set just so. You get it? My brother was happy if I fixed him hot chocolate after school. I was assigned to my father and my brother chose me so I ended up with both men.
My mother was quite rational about the whole thing. Learn about men by taking care of your father, that way when you get married you won't cry when he tells you that you messed up. And take care of your brother because he needs taking care of. But however it was painted I took care of my father and my brother. The only little thing that no one mentions is that there was no sex. With marriage comes sex. My mother conveniently did not talk about sex when you get married.
Sex came, it was just not what I imagined. I did not like having a penis thrust in my mouth. I did not like a penis period. I had a penis thrust deep up my anus, ass fucked and put in my place. He liked his dinner his way and he liked the bed made his way and he liked everything his way. He was my father but with sex. Everything I had learned about taking care of my father I had to use taking care of my husband, but he also wanted sex. His penis got me pregnant. Having a baby is not the same thing as rocking a baby that belongs to someone else. Getting a baby out of you hurts and I was tricked into believing that the right thing to do was go natural. It would not happen again, that was for sure. Anyway it was his penis that I didn't like, the rest I could put up with.
After two more kids and living in the suburbs in a house on a street with all the other houses alike I was tending to the kids on the front lawn and the neighbor walked over to me and started talking and he told me that my boy was playing with fire crackers, he wanted me to know, fire crackers were not like they were when he grew up, fire crackers were explosives now. So put a stop to it before he blew his fingers off. No, right now, put a stop to it, do as your told. So I called my son over and I asked him if he was playing with fire crackers and he confessed and the man from across the street told me that is the way to go, take care of my kids.
The man across the street has a penis and he thrusts it in my mouth, he thrusts it in my vagina and he thrusts it up my ass. He has these this little ball bridle that he put in my mouth and he pulled on it while he fucked me in the ass. He had these little balls on a string and he stick them up my ass one by one until he gets the whole string in and while I suck his cock he has me put my hand up between my legs and pull the string out slowly one little ball at a time. He has this bottle of liquid with strange writing on it and he puts some of the liquid on a hot washcloth and rubs the liquid into my ass and then he fucked me and my ass burns like hell but I want it every time. He spreads me open and takes his index finger behind his thumb and flicks my wick and he fucks me right after I come. The old man across the street calls me after he sees that I drop the kids off at school and he fucks me. I love being fucked with the little bridle in my mouth.
I am married of course and I put up with my husband's demands and he is good to the kids and he bought a nice house. But when it I need to feel good, to feel like all of me needs to be touched, I go across the street to the old man and get fucked.
