Growing Up In Las Cruces, Hippie Mom And All That

During the 6th grade my nipples started to get very sensitive. I rubbed them unconsciously all the time. My mother had me put this salve on them that she used when she was breast feeding, but it didn't really help. Next came my clit. It was a hard little bump right there where you touch. Of course rubbing your clit just makes you want to rub your clit more. I watched tv in my underwear and rubbed my clit and couldn't stop. But I never got to be able to cum. Of course my mother told me that I was going to rub it off. Then came my vagina. I discovered it while rubbing my tits and sticking my finger in. I looked for things around the house to stick in myself. My mother bought me a dildo, a tiny little thing. I needed something bigger, it was when bigger is better for that. I used the handle of a kitchen spoon that was big and round and lay with my face on a pillow, naked tits rubbing against the sheets, and that spoon handle in my vagina and then I rubbed my clit and had these God awful orgasms. I was thirteen.

This phase was strongest at that time, it got better and better as I went through my teens. When I was fifteen my mother bought me a 'nasty old thing', an oversized but anatomically correct male penis. Stuff this up your little c**t. I did. My problem wasn't that I masturbated. Even tried to stuff that nasty old thing up my anus. It's that I thought that it was the real size for man. What a surprise to find out how small a real penis is. It only gets bigger in your mind.

I got lessons on how to hold it, now to put my mouth around it. I was on BC. But I finished high school still a real penis virgin. Those tiny little dicks didn't turn me on. Wait until a real man gets ahold of you and your going to stop talking nonsense, you're going to like it when a real man fucks you. Just watch.

A real man got ahold of me, and he had me all wet and bothered, I had his dick in my hand and after he fucked me I turned over, Is that it? What the shit? I waited for that? That's because you don't love him. When you love a man all you are going to think about is getting your ass knocked up. I did fall in love with a man, more or less. He did fuck me regular, on my back looking at the crack in the wall over the bathroom door. I did the laundry, he was a better cook. I just never got that feeling, about getting pregnant. I was divorced two years later and he moved on. All I had was my trusty old nasty thing, and I used it all the time.

I was 28 before I got that feeling. I was working at a company, an inside job. By then my nipples weren't always on fire, and my clit was under control. I stuffed myself once in a while but it wasn't like when I was a teenager in school. This man was like a lot older, and he would tell me things. Like, bring me a cup of coffee, you know how I like it. For his birthday I was told by the lady in the front office that she knew that he had a sweet tooth and he liked home made cookies. I made the cookies and brought them to the office for him, I served him a cup of coffee the way I knew he liked it. In return he patted me on the fanny. OOPS, he had stepped over the boundary and all I could say was that's all right, a girl needs a little fanny patting once in a while.

And yes, just as my mother told me, when you have feeling for a man and he is fucking you and you are going in and out of reason you start thinking about him knocking you up. You start talking about babies. You look at pregnant girls and ask yourself when is it going to happen to you. When you get down on your knees before him, while he is watching tv, and you play with his dick to make it big, when you turn around and sit on his dick to drive it in, when you have him kick up a fuss and he shoots you all full of his cum. You think to yourself, am I going to get pregnant? I stopped using my BC a couple of months back.