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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 64
You Never Forget The Baby You Lost, Not Ever
I was 14 in 1974. I lived in a small Texas town and the after school hang out was the Dairy Queen. It was mostly the older kids, but I had a sister and I went to the Dairy Queen with her that afternoon. A guy rode up on a motorcycle. No one knew him. He said he was headed down the highway and wanted to know where he was. He saw me and showed me his 'bike' and offered me a ride. My sister told me I couldn't go, but I got on. He rode off with me and took me out past the end of town and stopped where the culvert was and the tracks above. He walked me up on top of the culvert out of sight of the road and into the trees.
He told me he had been riding a long time and he needed some pussy and I looked like I had a nice pussy and tits and he wanted to fuck. Don't say no to him, he warned me. He took his dick out and told me to get on my knees and worship him and don't stop till he told me. He warned me that there was only two ways this was going go down. I got on my knees and started sucking his dick, or he was going to tear me around by the hair until I sucked his dick. He grabbed me by the hair, so I went down on my knees.
I had never sucked a dick, or touched a dick, and he kept asking me if I was wet enough to fuck. Look bitch, he told me, he was going to fuck me, wet or not. If I didn't hurry up and get wet he was going to give me a dry fuck, so finger myself and get wet. I didn't realize I was already wet. I lay down on the grass and he got on top of me and he did his thing. The more he did it the easier it got and I got hot and uncontrollable and had an orgasm before he came himself.
He left me there beside the rode under the culvert. A car picked me up and dropped me off at the Dairy Queen. I had sticks and leaves in my hair, and my pants and blouse were dusted up. My sister took me into the bathroom to clean me off and get the trash out of my hair. Did he fuck you, she asked me. She knew, so I said yes.
She put me on watch, counted the days down until my period was supposed to come. Each day it was late she cried, and wiped my face and told me she would take care of me no matter what. We had to tell our parents. I had a miscarriage two months later. It tore me up, seeing the mucous baby in my underpants. I had lost my baby. My sister cradled me for hours, and my mother kept her mouth shut. But they were all relieved. My sister took me into the woods behind the house to bury my panties and we left a small stone to mark the spot.
It's going to be fifty years and I still mourn my baby. However begot, every baby is precious.
He told me he had been riding a long time and he needed some pussy and I looked like I had a nice pussy and tits and he wanted to fuck. Don't say no to him, he warned me. He took his dick out and told me to get on my knees and worship him and don't stop till he told me. He warned me that there was only two ways this was going go down. I got on my knees and started sucking his dick, or he was going to tear me around by the hair until I sucked his dick. He grabbed me by the hair, so I went down on my knees.
I had never sucked a dick, or touched a dick, and he kept asking me if I was wet enough to fuck. Look bitch, he told me, he was going to fuck me, wet or not. If I didn't hurry up and get wet he was going to give me a dry fuck, so finger myself and get wet. I didn't realize I was already wet. I lay down on the grass and he got on top of me and he did his thing. The more he did it the easier it got and I got hot and uncontrollable and had an orgasm before he came himself.
He left me there beside the rode under the culvert. A car picked me up and dropped me off at the Dairy Queen. I had sticks and leaves in my hair, and my pants and blouse were dusted up. My sister took me into the bathroom to clean me off and get the trash out of my hair. Did he fuck you, she asked me. She knew, so I said yes.
She put me on watch, counted the days down until my period was supposed to come. Each day it was late she cried, and wiped my face and told me she would take care of me no matter what. We had to tell our parents. I had a miscarriage two months later. It tore me up, seeing the mucous baby in my underpants. I had lost my baby. My sister cradled me for hours, and my mother kept her mouth shut. But they were all relieved. My sister took me into the woods behind the house to bury my panties and we left a small stone to mark the spot.
It's going to be fifty years and I still mourn my baby. However begot, every baby is precious.
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