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Women Only
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Straight Female / 44
It Took A While Before I Got Me A Man To Fuck Me
We lived in small house in West Virginia. My father was a mechanic and my mother a waitress. We were four kids, we all slept in the same room in bunkbeds. By the time the boys were teenagers we heard them jerking off, and if we were too close to them they used us to hump with. We were the typical family, two older boys and two baby sisters. We did kiss their dicks.
After the boys left home things were too quiet. We were old enough to start dating. For me none of the boys measured up to my brothers. Or father for that matter. My mother told me that I was too picky, some boys never learned how to be men, which she didn't blame me. My sister married a guy she met and moved to Virginia to have kids and play housewife.
I was 29 and never been kissed, never had a dick in me. Never had the big O, other than with my hand. I was fucked up the backside, behind the barn on my grandfather's farm. He was big man, much bigger and stronger than I was. He did all the fucking, I didn't cooperate. I told my mother about it, we were both women by then, and she just looked at me and said now I knew what a man felt like.
I got pregnant and had a boy I named Terrance. I was thirty five when I got fucked again. Again, the man was hunter type and it was fall and he was in camo. I got fucked in my bedroom. Fucked. No foreplay, no nothing. Shoved down and fucked. He fucked me after that, and I did the dishes. He married me out of pity and I married him out of desperation. I had a girl for him, and he got along with Terrance. When the moon was right I got fucked out on the deck, I'm sure that both my children saw him.
He had a supply store for the farmers and hunters. My brothers got along well with him, although my sister had gone soft and thought he was obnoxious. My mother liked him from the beginning. If I had to get married at least I married a man who could support me.
When the moon is in the right place I lean over the railing. I look at the moon in the reflection of the creek below me. I get fucked, no foreplay, no nothing. If I'm lucky he'll slap my bare ass when he's done. If I'm unlucky I pull up my pants and got get him a beer.
After the boys left home things were too quiet. We were old enough to start dating. For me none of the boys measured up to my brothers. Or father for that matter. My mother told me that I was too picky, some boys never learned how to be men, which she didn't blame me. My sister married a guy she met and moved to Virginia to have kids and play housewife.
I was 29 and never been kissed, never had a dick in me. Never had the big O, other than with my hand. I was fucked up the backside, behind the barn on my grandfather's farm. He was big man, much bigger and stronger than I was. He did all the fucking, I didn't cooperate. I told my mother about it, we were both women by then, and she just looked at me and said now I knew what a man felt like.
I got pregnant and had a boy I named Terrance. I was thirty five when I got fucked again. Again, the man was hunter type and it was fall and he was in camo. I got fucked in my bedroom. Fucked. No foreplay, no nothing. Shoved down and fucked. He fucked me after that, and I did the dishes. He married me out of pity and I married him out of desperation. I had a girl for him, and he got along with Terrance. When the moon was right I got fucked out on the deck, I'm sure that both my children saw him.
He had a supply store for the farmers and hunters. My brothers got along well with him, although my sister had gone soft and thought he was obnoxious. My mother liked him from the beginning. If I had to get married at least I married a man who could support me.
When the moon is in the right place I lean over the railing. I look at the moon in the reflection of the creek below me. I get fucked, no foreplay, no nothing. If I'm lucky he'll slap my bare ass when he's done. If I'm unlucky I pull up my pants and got get him a beer.
