The Life And Times A Milkmaid Girl In Sandusky

Hi, I'm Paula. I grew up in middle America, middle class. My father worked for the Post Office and my mother was a secretary. I was a latchkey kid. My mother left a list of chores for me to do when I got home, I had instructions not to open the door and not to answer the telephone, unless there were three calls in a row which meant it was my mother.

My father had served in the military and he kept a stash of porn magazines in his closet. When I was home alone, after doing my chores or before always timing it so I could get them done, I would sit in their closet and look at the magazines. I'm not a guy so jerking off wasn't a question. I used the handle of my hand mirror or the the handle of my mother's hair brush. My hair brush's handle was too short. I sat with my legs pulled back, the mirror or hairbrush stuffed in my 'c**t' and leafed through the magazines. I liked big breasted girls with big behinds. Too me that was what women really looked like.

I had big breasts for a girl my age and I had a big ass for a girl my age. I hung around mostly with other milkmaid girls and we showered together after P.E. and lathered up our boobs. We were horny enough, but I was the only one who had my father's magazines. I dreamt of kissing those girls, kissing them down there, licking them. I had licked a girl in the 8th grade and kissed her boobs. I wanted to kiss another girl.

Another milkmaid talked about her brother's friend, and how he was big. She had seen him pee one day and he had a big one. I had seen my father pee, but honestly it was so small, he held it with two fingers. Maybe that's why my mother was always complaining. We were showering one afternoon after P.E. and I was lathering my boobs like I always did and I asked her if she wanted her boobs lathered up. No one was with us and I lathered her up and then lathered her between her legs.

I told her about my father's girl magazines and she came over and we hid out in the closet and while she and I looked at the girls we used the hair brush and mirror. We kissed that afternoon and we ended up 'making love' on my parent's bed. I kissed her right there, between her legs and she opened her legs to let me do it. She had read about opening your legs, but for a guy not a girl. She told me about this one story she read about some gang member spreading this girl out in a store and eating her out in front of everybody. It was his initiation.

But I grew up and ended up a secretary working for a lady lawyer, who was as butch as they come. She had a 'little' girl that she talked about a lot, Mary. She had tiny little titties and she had a tiny little ass. She didn't like milkmaid girls. That's ok, I didn't like her either. She smoked and I wasn't ever going to kiss her. So her talking to me about Mary didn't bother me or make me jealous.

Next came Susan. Susan was a divorced woman from California. She was a bitter bitch and no one liked her. She had the boobs and ass of a real woman and I liked her. She was older, so she was my 'friend' but she wouldn't make a move on me. One day she gave me a ride home and I showed her my place and I got on my bed and opened my legs wide for her. She asked me what I was doing, and I said eat me. She did.

Well that's all for today. I lived with a woman named Raven. She had tattoos and drank hard liquor. She didn't smoke and she rode a Harley. She's was a dyke, and she liked milkmaid girls. We lived together for twenty two years. She's gone now so all I have is the memories, and those magazines that my father had. Raven and I would look at the girls in the magazines and tried to guess which ones were lesbians. I bet a lot of them were or are.