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Meeting up with my mother's ** cousin who wanted me **
I was 23 and I went to Washington DC for an interview with the government office. My mother arranged for me to stay with her cousin who worked for the Housing Department. She lived in a small house, one bedroom, the other had been converted into a tv room. I slept there, without a door. The one bathroom was down the hall.
She asked me if I wanted to eat and she took me to this Moroccan place in some part of downtown. After dinner she said we should walk and we ended up in this ** toy store. She wanted to buy me a ** so that I wasn't alone at night. She showed me half a dozen, expanding on which one gave you the best overall feelings. You do like to **, she asked me. I had to answer that I was still a virgin. She got it out of me after several direct questions, so you're a lesbian, is that it?
She bought me a bad dog **, purple. You stuff this in you until you like it, then ** a ** and get **. You don't do anyone any favors sucking on some chicks **. You need a real man to put you in your place. I bet you haven't ever felt the tongue of man down your throat, when you do you will ** in your pants. As far as I'm concerned you are a waste to the human race. I have a friend Victor, he's a bass **. Do you want me to call him, he'll put you in your place.
Back at her place she shoved the ** in me, up to where it couldn't go in any further. Now grab it and ** yourself. She stood and watched as I was leaning back on the sofa bed with the ** in me and ** myself with it. I'm calling Victor and she left.
Victor came over, he was her next door neighbor. He is a Puerto Rican, or Porto Rican as she called him. She held my shoulders while he got on in front of me and ran his ** all the way in me. Like that **, keep ** her Victor. By the time Victor pulled back he had left his calling card in me. My mother's cousin gave me the ** and told me stick it back in and leave it there all night, get used to it.
It wasn't for a very long time that I learned that she was a lesbian herself, and she hated lesbians more than anything and wanted to see lesbians ** and she got me ** by Victor. One day I got this letter from her in the mail. It had two pictures, one of me laying back on the pillow on the sofa bed, with the ** in me, and another of Victor between my legs ** me. They were cut out of a video. I said thank you.
The next time I'm DC I'm sure going to look you up and I'm going to eat you out. But I never sent it. I just thought about it, but never did it. I never let anyone else ** me, I still have that dog ** ** sitting in my bathroom drawer. I don't use it. I'm strictly into **, and I'm the one that lays back on the bed and lets my lover eat me. I'm not a pillow princess, I eat ** too, but I'm not a ** either. Not like my mother's cousin, the frustrated old ** that she is.
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