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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 45
Growing Up In Redneck Country
Some people never want to relate. It's like it didn't happen. But things happen, depending on where you live and how you live. I grew up in poor West Virginia, we lived in a trailer. Not a trailer park, so technically not trailer park trash. More like red neck trash.
My mother worked at the laundromat as the manager, and as kids we hung out there a lot. We got paid to fold clothes, and later when we were bigger to do the loads. The people left us the quarters for the machines. That's how we earned our spending money. As we got bigger my brother went off to help at the feed store and I stayed at the laundromat. You know, more suited for a girl. It's just the way we grew up. My brother went out with Mr. Hanson to learn to shoot and he came home with a deer one deer season and we watched have to learn how to gut, skin and butcher the deer for winter food.
That deer was a male and when Mr. Hanson got around to the deer's dick, he cut it off and gave it to me. "here hold a dick in you hand". Everyone laughed at me, my very first dick and I was eleven. It was a standing joke that I got the "dick" whenever they brought a deer home, way into my later teens I got the "dick". One day the taxidermist, Mr. Elder, brought me a dick all taken care of, on a stand to put by my bed. It was a real big buck, and it was a real big dick, because it wasn't just cut off, it was the whole length of the dick all the way to its balls. What do you say that kind man? Oh, thank you, it's what I always wanted, a big old buck dick to keep by my beside.
I had finished school. Mind you in our neck of the woods not everyone actually finished school. So I was one of the 'smart' ones. Must have been all those dicks I was given growing up. I went to work for the feed store as a cashier and helped with the books. One day Mr. Hanson told me that he was taking my brother to Canada to hunt moose. And he was going to make sure he brought me back a moose dick for my collection.
When he got back they told me the whole story. When passing through customs the agent asked them what they had there in that cooler, all wrapped up in aluminum foil. According to my brother, Mr. Hanson said "It's a moose dick for Janice back at the store". The agent looked at him thinking maybe it was something illegal and Mr. Hanson opened it up a little to show him the dick head. "I've got a young woman back at my store who collects dicks for her night stand", They were let through in a hurry.
And that's pretty much why I have real big buck dick all fixed up and pretty, varnished on a stand and a great big moose dick fixed up for display on an oak stand. All I can say is that a moose has a much bigger dick than a buck does. As an aside, the day came when I had to put my hand on a real live dick. It was so small, compared to those dicks I had by my beside.
It was okay, I grabbed that boy's dick and played with it like I had been taught by my brother, up and down and squeeze it a little, and I got a little drop out of him and I kissed his dick and licked up his drop for him. After that it was up to him, I laid back and played possum, and let him do all the work.
My mother worked at the laundromat as the manager, and as kids we hung out there a lot. We got paid to fold clothes, and later when we were bigger to do the loads. The people left us the quarters for the machines. That's how we earned our spending money. As we got bigger my brother went off to help at the feed store and I stayed at the laundromat. You know, more suited for a girl. It's just the way we grew up. My brother went out with Mr. Hanson to learn to shoot and he came home with a deer one deer season and we watched have to learn how to gut, skin and butcher the deer for winter food.
That deer was a male and when Mr. Hanson got around to the deer's dick, he cut it off and gave it to me. "here hold a dick in you hand". Everyone laughed at me, my very first dick and I was eleven. It was a standing joke that I got the "dick" whenever they brought a deer home, way into my later teens I got the "dick". One day the taxidermist, Mr. Elder, brought me a dick all taken care of, on a stand to put by my bed. It was a real big buck, and it was a real big dick, because it wasn't just cut off, it was the whole length of the dick all the way to its balls. What do you say that kind man? Oh, thank you, it's what I always wanted, a big old buck dick to keep by my beside.
I had finished school. Mind you in our neck of the woods not everyone actually finished school. So I was one of the 'smart' ones. Must have been all those dicks I was given growing up. I went to work for the feed store as a cashier and helped with the books. One day Mr. Hanson told me that he was taking my brother to Canada to hunt moose. And he was going to make sure he brought me back a moose dick for my collection.
When he got back they told me the whole story. When passing through customs the agent asked them what they had there in that cooler, all wrapped up in aluminum foil. According to my brother, Mr. Hanson said "It's a moose dick for Janice back at the store". The agent looked at him thinking maybe it was something illegal and Mr. Hanson opened it up a little to show him the dick head. "I've got a young woman back at my store who collects dicks for her night stand", They were let through in a hurry.
And that's pretty much why I have real big buck dick all fixed up and pretty, varnished on a stand and a great big moose dick fixed up for display on an oak stand. All I can say is that a moose has a much bigger dick than a buck does. As an aside, the day came when I had to put my hand on a real live dick. It was so small, compared to those dicks I had by my beside.
It was okay, I grabbed that boy's dick and played with it like I had been taught by my brother, up and down and squeeze it a little, and I got a little drop out of him and I kissed his dick and licked up his drop for him. After that it was up to him, I laid back and played possum, and let him do all the work.
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