I wonder if I had any effect on Mary's suicide.

Mary was a foster teen who lived with woman who drove my school bus. A Christian family who had foster children constantly. Mary and her foster sister Virgie were normal girls. Mary was a bit more Tomboy and that could have been from her rough life. Both girls were in my 10th grade classes at school. Mary dated a guy and got pregnant a few months later. The Guy dumped her & wanted nothing to do with the baby. A lesbian English teacher took in Mary and eventually arranged the adoption of her baby to a lesbian couple.

Rumor suggest the English teacher had a sexual relationship with Mary. Until Mary did not want that and moved back in the foster home. At that time I was miles from a normal student. My friends were all adults, most married. I went to bars on the weekend and drank like an adult. I did not date girls from school, most were adult women who thought me to be an adult. 6 feet 4 and 280lbs in high school I was bigger than the students and teachers.

My good friend's wife was a foster kids of this bus driver, I arrived at his house one Friday night and Mary was there. She was his wife's guest for the weekend. My buddy and I usually shot pool on Friday night or we went hunting. That night we went coon hunting but came back early when cloud cover went, exposing a bright moon. We got back home finding Mary and my friends wife having a few drinks. Shortly after we got there, my buddy and his wife went to bed. Leaving Mary and me in the living room. The Sofa had been opened to the fold out bed. We talked a bit about who sleeps where, she decided to sleep on the sofa with me.

I had a few drinks and kissed Mary. We knew each other well, I had been in her class for five years. Mary invited the kiss, she automatically took off her clothes. I had showered and wearing nothing but my undershorts. Her breast were what I would call then perfect. I had seen many pink nipples on both big and small breast. I had never seen nipples that dark. Her pubic hair was black like the hair of her head. Mary was a small girl barely 5 feet tall with a small ass and thin body. I ask for a blow job, She did not object at all pulling my half limp cock out of my shorts and sucking.

She got me hard and ready, I laid her on the bed and sucked her clit. I noticed the scar where the baby was taken. She could not deliver vaginally. I made her cum and frankly I worried about accomplishing that with my cock. She had a nice body, but her lack of feminine actions fucked with my mind. I found if I closed my eyes and imagined Mary was someone else, I could maintain my hard on. It worked pretty well since her orgasm broke me from the imagination and back to the reality I was fucking a sexual girl, a girl who obviously loved to be fucked, or she was enjoying being fucked right that moment.

We had sex until I saw the sun coming up through the front window. I knew my buddy's dad would be coming up to check the chickens soon. I told her what I needed to do, She went with me to walk the chicken and adjust the feed line, check water. Watching her walk around in the chicken house I saw the feminine side of her. She had on my buddys wife's shorts her coat. I called her to the feed cart where I backed up against and pulled my cock out. I bent forward, had her wrap her arms around my neck, when i stood up she hung and wrapped her legs around me. Pulling her shorts and underwear to the side, I stood there, she fucked my cock while I put my hand on the cheeks of her ass.

When she thrust forward taking it her ass got tight. When she backed away it got soft. She soon creamed her self and her vag got very wet. I hung her ass in my hands like a sling, I slam fucked her until she cried out. She came again, as she finished I shot a load up and in her. Juice was running out of her and I joked at the cum dripped on the ground. Thats when my buddy's dad opened the chicken house door. He said OH, oh I am sorry and he walked away. Mary went up to the house and i gave my buddy's dad the dead numbers.

He told me not to know that little girl up. He wanted more than that out of me. I think he wanted more for me than his own son. Thought I was good for his son, I kept his much older son out of trouble. When I got back up to the house Mary was in the shower. I got in with her to prevent from taking a cold one after. Mary got out early and fixed me breakfast. She told me how this arrangement was great. She had always liked me. I told her that I was not asking for a relationship. To me we were friends having sex. Nothing more nothing less.

She did not take that very well. Eight years later I saw Mary walking on the hot summer road. I picked her up and offered her a ride. She told about a girl she was trying to be with, that girl had rejected her, had gone back home with her parents. Month later Mary committed suicide in a high end Hotel.

When I picked hr up I tried to tell her I was sorry if she thought I took advantage of her. She said that was ok. It was not something that she had thought of after. I could tell she was lying.

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by Anonymous on May 20, 2017 at 4:55 AM

Not likely. Okay, for the sake of argument we'll give you the benefit of believing maybe half of this tale. Even then, it isn't so much preposterous as it is just stupid. Of course, we would expect no more coming from a tub o'lard. Look, many years had passed since you saw her following your brief encounter with her. She wasn't lying to you. Broads get past crap like that when they meet other men. You were history ; generally men sustain denial regarding that. Have a nap junior. Believe me, you had absolutely NO effect on the girl's suicide. Next??

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