When I Was Young

I grew up in a fairly conservative home, we were the family at the end of the road, my father sold insurance and my mother worked for the school district. In my senior year of high school the boy I was dating was killed along with his parents in an auto accident. My community treated me like a widow, and no one would date me.

After finishing my associates I went to work for the branch office of the bank as a cashier. In my second year there an auditor asked me to go to dinner. We went to the only nice restaurant, and everyone saw me. After lunch he asked if I was up for desert. He whispered to me that what he wanted was cunnilingus. I had never heard that word and asked him what it was. I got a round about explanations, about something sweet and juicy, and since they didn't have it on the menu maybe I had some at home.

I was confused and he dropped it. We had apple pie instead. Back in the car he asked me if I really didn't know what cunnilingus was. So I got this very descriptive explanation from the man's point of view. And an invitation to stop at his motel. I went, I was curious, I was a virgin in every way, he promised not to spare the rod, else he would spoil the child. I was undressed and he spent a long time examining me with his eyes and fingers before his lips and tongue went to work. He was a man about town and I went into an orgasm, after which he gave me the rod.

23 even in my town is old to get your cherry popped, I learned new words for what the town boys used much more descriptive words. I eventually got me a new asshole, swallowed it whole, got my tits lifted, moved to Cincinnati, met a nice man and settled down.

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