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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 29
OLD MAN ANDERSON.... WHEN I WAS YOUNG i lived in a small town in texas with ma-daddy cause my mama she gone run off with some guy she met at a local bar.my daddy was a poor man but he done took care of me even though he spent too much time drinking strong whiskey and illegal moonshine with the men-folk live nearby.they sit around my daddy backyard talking about woman and wrestling while i played nearby with my dog or sat by them to listen to they conversation.being young i didn't get to seeing too many negro folks living in our small town except old man anderson who owned a second hand furniture shop nearby and was my daddy's best friend.old man anderson sure could drink and was often far more friendlier to me than the others,though i was young i had some knowledge of men-folk with a taste for young cooch because some of the girls in the local school i went to gone lost their virginity through force,consent or i****t.my daddy often told me that men-folk just know when young females go into heat though i don't need to worry about his friends because they just too old and don't function sexually from all the drinking they do morning,noon and night... back then i had gone into heat and damn near had to get rid of my dog cause he gone got excited smelling my female scent and getting aggresive when i kicked and pushed him away.my daddy and his friends would be hooting and hollering but it was old man anderson got staring silently and often looking at me differently,my daddy gone introduced me to one of the local boys who worked at his dads horse stable and though they were wealthy i wasn't too interested in the young male my daddy wanted for mating.there was a short period of time back then that i went through sexual frustration because the local boys just didn't interest me and soon began the wet dreams of old man anderson.perhaps the old wives tales of well endowed negro men mating white woman and having seen black stallion horses breeding young mares in the stables triggered my young sexual arousal.though i believed my daddy when he said his friends were too old for mating old man anderson seemed extremely interested in me often inviting me to help out in his shop after school or sit by him while he drank with daddy and the other men-folk.my daddy and his friends were often far too drunk to notice old man anderson and me sitting nearby,for a tall rugged negro at his age he was sexually attractive and i laughed when he said...DAMN BABY-GIRL YA- DONE LOOK LIKE THEM PRETTY LIL- GIRL DAKOTA FANNING...BUT I'M BETTING THEM PUSSY RIPED AND PLUMPED LIKE LIL-MISS HONEY-BOO-BOO.. i'd go a day or two without taking a bath just so mr.anderson smell my young girl scent and just as i suspected them masculine negro done took to sneaking a hand up my dress while papa and the boys drank nearby,i don't mind too much all them poking and pushing my dirty panties up my privates but i reckon from then on i don't wear none when mr. anderson come visit.it sure was different cause mr,anderson could get a finger or two stirring up a mess between my legs.mr. anderson didn't drink much the next few days and gone start wearing only a bathrobe and just when papa and the boys were too drunk to notice i'd get to see them huge negro anaconda when old man anderson sat in a nearby chair...and of course it done scared me straight cause i never went near mr. anderson again...i'm a crazy southern girl but i ain't that crazy...lol..THE END