The first time he'd actually 'butt-fucked' her had once again been initiated by Mandy; during one of their by now regular sixty-nine sessions she'd ta...en his penis from Karen's vagina in order to suck him as usual. But instead of placing him back in her pussy she'd pushed him against her friend's other orifice, Karen too engrossed in her passion and pleasure to do anything more than mouth, "Not too deep...!" at them. He'd followed these 'instructions' and had kept to them since; but for him. She attempted to pull my prepuce back, when, and how often, I know not. But I am clear about seeing the prick tip show, of feeling pain, of yelling out, of her soothing me, and of this occurring more than once. She comes to my memory as a shortish, fattish, young female, and that she often felt my prick.One day, it must have been late in the afternoon for the sun was low but shining — how strange I should recollect that so clearly — but I have always recollected sunshine, — I had been walking. She stood me up repeatedly in front of friends, older kids in the neighborhood, and told them I was a big baby, didn’t deserve to do things other kids were allowed. She made me scrub laundry in the basement by hand, spend the time before school doing that and then beat me some more when I got home. I ended up being a creative mind turning my imagination into strange acts that got me ostracized from being allowed to play with the other neighbor kids. In my teens I became a loner with my music. That I’d give him head. Good times, right? About 2 minutes in I looked up at him. And he was texting someone. Texting. While his fireman went through the car wash. I know, right? That was the last straw. I promptly put my clothes back on and left. I dropped his stuff off at the front door the next day and blocked his number. That was the end of that relationship.While it was my last, this wasn’t the first boyfriend I had that I could have gone to school with. There was one before him and he was.
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