Growing Up In The Hood

Why me? That's what I said while he felt me up. I guess I tried to get away, but a force kept me there in his arms, his hands on my tits, kissing me on the mouth. When he reached down and grabbed me by the crotch my eyes locked up into the back of my head. My legs looked so skinny to me around him, he is such a big man. But I guess that's what nature does because his whole dick was in me and I was going up and down on the bed as he gave it to me. I was being fucked, I grabbed my tits and squeezed them real hard, I wanted them to hurt, and then he quit slamming me down and I guess he was coming. He pulled back and I saw his wet penis that he had just pulled out of me.

In our house there were several sisters, so picking me was on purpose. He liked feeling me up and fucking me. He would hug me so tight I couldn't breathe. My mother blamed me, she said I asked for it. My sisters all looked at me when he let me go after feeling me up. When we were alone they asked me how it felt. Everyone wanted to know. I mean one day they were going to be felt up and fucked, maybe by him. Did it hurt?

There wasn't any money, my mother worked as a janitor at a school and my stepfather worked as a house painter. When he came home he had usually been gone from sunup to sundown and he smelled of man sweat. After grabbing my mom he would pull me into his lap and keep me there. He would make comments about me liking his dick, liking 'la verga''. That's how we grew up in the hood.