Straight Female / 42
I grew up in the country, about 10 miles out of town. I went to the high school, my brother drove us there, and worked in the Dairy Queen after school, while he worked at the lumber yard. Life was good.
One day a man came to the Dairy Queen and flirted with me. He told me he was staying at the motel on the outskirts of town and he was looking for some action. I was too dumb to understand what he meant by action, so I asked him. Dumb me, he told, 'sweetheart, I want to fuck something just like you.'
I told my brother when he picked me up and asked him why would anybody say something like that to a girl, and my brother laughed and told me that lots of guys wanted to fuck me, that he had been asked by several guys if I was available. He asked me, if I was availalble, if I was ready to go all the way.
This conversation with my older brother was to say the least uncomfortable, first because we were talking about having sex, which I was at that time quite uncomfortable talking about, and second because he was suggesting that if I was available, he could arrange it for me.
On the way home we passed a pasture with several cows and he stopped the car. He asked me to get out and we walked up to the fence. He asked me what I saw, and I said 'cows'. He asked me what a cow was, and when I didn't answer, he went on to say that cows were made for fucking and making little cows, and bulls were made for fucking cows. That is the same way it was with humans. Men were made to fuck women and women were made for fucking and making little kids and he wouldn't mind fucking me, because as far as he was concerned I was made just right for fucking, same thing the guy at the Dairy Queen was saying to me.
When we got back to the car, we sat there for a moment, and he unzipped his pants and took out his penis. He asked me to look at it, look at it real good because some guy with a dick was going come after me and I should know what a dick looked like. He took my hand and put it on his oenis and told me to hold it with my hand and pull it up and down, to just keep doing it until he got real hard. When his penis was real hard, he asked me if I wanted to kiss it, that I should kiss it and put my mouth all around it and suck it. He said this to me as he pushed my head down in his lap, and put my mouth against his penis until I opened my mouth and had his penis in my mouth. I tried to pull my head back, but he held my head down pretty hard and told me to stop kidding around and to suck hard on his penis while I continued to use my hand.
I had my eyes closed, I was just doing what he said, my mouth hurt from sucking on his penis, but I continued to do what he asked. I don't really know how long I had been giving him oral sex, when he lifted my yead up and told me that I should get in the back seat, because he might as well just go ahead and fuck me too.
In the back seat he helped me get my pants off and he fingered me to make sure I was good and wet, and with my head pushed up against the door, he went ahead and fucked me. That it was my brother didn't seem to matter to me right then, that I was getting fucked did. I got this rush of fear through me, I began to panick, I think I was talking out loud, but if I was he wasn't hearing anything I said. He was like a mad man, no matter what I did I could not get him to pay attention to me, not until he was done.
After we cooled off, it was dark by then, and we got dressed again and got in the front seat to go home, did we talk. He told me to shut up and not tell anyone, no one, not ever. I asked why he did it, and he said because like he had told me, that for the same reason lots of guys wanted to fuck me, he felt like fucking me.
We went on with our same routine, day after day, school, after school work, and me thinking about what we had done that afternoon in the car.
One thing did come of that, I understood from that day on what I was going to go through, and when the day came I was ready, not experienced, but ready. That much I got out of our stopping beside the road to look at the cows.
One day a man came to the Dairy Queen and flirted with me. He told me he was staying at the motel on the outskirts of town and he was looking for some action. I was too dumb to understand what he meant by action, so I asked him. Dumb me, he told, 'sweetheart, I want to fuck something just like you.'
I told my brother when he picked me up and asked him why would anybody say something like that to a girl, and my brother laughed and told me that lots of guys wanted to fuck me, that he had been asked by several guys if I was available. He asked me, if I was availalble, if I was ready to go all the way.
This conversation with my older brother was to say the least uncomfortable, first because we were talking about having sex, which I was at that time quite uncomfortable talking about, and second because he was suggesting that if I was available, he could arrange it for me.
On the way home we passed a pasture with several cows and he stopped the car. He asked me to get out and we walked up to the fence. He asked me what I saw, and I said 'cows'. He asked me what a cow was, and when I didn't answer, he went on to say that cows were made for fucking and making little cows, and bulls were made for fucking cows. That is the same way it was with humans. Men were made to fuck women and women were made for fucking and making little kids and he wouldn't mind fucking me, because as far as he was concerned I was made just right for fucking, same thing the guy at the Dairy Queen was saying to me.
When we got back to the car, we sat there for a moment, and he unzipped his pants and took out his penis. He asked me to look at it, look at it real good because some guy with a dick was going come after me and I should know what a dick looked like. He took my hand and put it on his oenis and told me to hold it with my hand and pull it up and down, to just keep doing it until he got real hard. When his penis was real hard, he asked me if I wanted to kiss it, that I should kiss it and put my mouth all around it and suck it. He said this to me as he pushed my head down in his lap, and put my mouth against his penis until I opened my mouth and had his penis in my mouth. I tried to pull my head back, but he held my head down pretty hard and told me to stop kidding around and to suck hard on his penis while I continued to use my hand.
I had my eyes closed, I was just doing what he said, my mouth hurt from sucking on his penis, but I continued to do what he asked. I don't really know how long I had been giving him oral sex, when he lifted my yead up and told me that I should get in the back seat, because he might as well just go ahead and fuck me too.
In the back seat he helped me get my pants off and he fingered me to make sure I was good and wet, and with my head pushed up against the door, he went ahead and fucked me. That it was my brother didn't seem to matter to me right then, that I was getting fucked did. I got this rush of fear through me, I began to panick, I think I was talking out loud, but if I was he wasn't hearing anything I said. He was like a mad man, no matter what I did I could not get him to pay attention to me, not until he was done.
After we cooled off, it was dark by then, and we got dressed again and got in the front seat to go home, did we talk. He told me to shut up and not tell anyone, no one, not ever. I asked why he did it, and he said because like he had told me, that for the same reason lots of guys wanted to fuck me, he felt like fucking me.
We went on with our same routine, day after day, school, after school work, and me thinking about what we had done that afternoon in the car.
One thing did come of that, I understood from that day on what I was going to go through, and when the day came I was ready, not experienced, but ready. That much I got out of our stopping beside the road to look at the cows.
