I have been licking pu ssy since I was about four or five. I licked three different pu ssies by the time I was seven.
My babysitter would put a towel on the chair, take off her pan ties and have me lick her bun while she watched TV or chatted on the phone. Eventually she would moan and groan as she clim axed and then she’d say, “Stop, stop, or that’s a good boy”. She gave me a piece of candy as a reward. She started me around 5 yrs old. I think she was about 12 but it’s difficult to remember.
She would take me up to bed and she’d rub my co ck. She examined my co ck and my balls and then washed them. She’d soap them up, rinse them and dry everything. She toyed with my co ck and balls until I had a or gasm even though I was too young to eja culate. Then I would lick her until she moaned and groaned and she said, “Stop, stop”. She’d give me a peppermint and put the plastic wrapper in her pocket so mom didn’t find it because I wasn’t supposed to have candy.
She’d put her pa nties back on and lay next to me on my bed, put an extra blanket over herself and we’d fall asleep together. Mom would come home and find me asleep in bed and she thought the babysitter was the most attentive and best in the world.
A year or so later the babysitter brought her older sister along. I think she was about 14. She would take my pants down and toy with my co ck and balls. She made me bend over and get on all fours so she could see my ball sac from behind and she thought that was cute. She took a few pics of me.
Then she’d take off her pa nties and she was always glistening wet. She’d sit back and relax on the towel and tell me to lick it like a lollipop as she pointed to her cli toris. She would show me a lollipop and tell me I could have it after I finished licking.
Sometimes she put me laying on the floor and then squat over me because she liked being licked all the way, back to front. She would moan and say, “Oh, oh, ooooh” and then she’d push me away. She’d run to the bathroom, maybe to p e e. She’d come back and toss the lollipop to me, say ‘good boy’ and she’d put on her pa nties and leave. Her sister stayed with me and continued babysitting me.
By the time I was about 7 there were three pu ssies that I licked. I serviced my babysitter, her older sister and a girlfriend of theirs named Elaine. She was the oldest, probably 16, 17 or so. She had a very hairy, furry bun but it was always neatly trimmed as if she spent a lot of time keeping it neat. She always said to train them while they are young. I think she was talking about training me to lick her pu ssy just the right way to give her an intense clim ax.
Elaine called me the French tongue. I had no idea of what that meant. I licked her front to back and she spasmed, moaned and gave me candy. She moaned the loudest, she squirmed the most. She loved it and she came by often to get licked. I was too aloof, too stupid and unaware to understand that I was licking pu ssy which older boys lusted for.
All I knew was that they had an interest in making sure my co ck and balls were washed and clean and they gave me candy. Getting my co ck washed and rubbed felt good and the candy was sweet. They were happy, very happy and I was happy and mom was delighted with their dedication to babysitting.
Elaine got pics of me too. I later developed a friendship with her. She taught me all about s e x. I had my very first eja cul ation in Elaine’s hand. She went off to college. I saw her and licked her regularly her when she got back. However she had a boyfriend she met at college and she got married. I wanted to marry her but the age difference was too great.
I am very disappointed and angry that my own siblings, my own family, did not call our stepfather to wish him a Happy Birthday on Monday. I know they have their own lives and their families but they never intended to call him on his special day and since I’m not on speaking terms with my sister and I cut my ties with my younger brother and his wife it just shows that they don’t care and they want to hold their grudges against me because I’m with him. All I can say is at this point is nothing. Keep my mouth shut and the thoughts to myself.
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This bipolar back and forth with u every week is killing me. It needs to stop. Its gone on long enough.
this is a losing battle for me.
Why do you treat me like NOTHING? Im more than that to you.
another s***** week that leads nowhere. to nothing. another dead end. another wall. So tired of life and failing to connect with other people.
leave now. part of me wants tonight to be the last night I see you. I cant be treated like this any longer. Its too painful,
Yvonne Kocik
It doesn’t get better. It never does
