My Question and Answer Post.

I receive lots of questions about my life, past to present. I have been answering many of the same questions, so I will post questions that seem either repetitive or would likely interest some of you.

My Father: After my mother died (I was 7) any controls with my father's drunkenness, he almost never worked, and when he did he usually was fired quickly. He had a favorite old, tattered chair he would sit in for hours drinking and talking crazy. My brother and I would catch him sitting with a porn magazine masturbating feverishly. He began selling me to anyone with a dollar. After I ran away when I was 15 (to become a street whore to survive) I never looked back or ever tried to contact him, or anyone else. The boys in school and around our trailer park were going to have to find another little pig to fuck and suck their cocks. I had little emotional response when about ten years after I left I found out he had been found one winter morning face down in a ditch. Probably was drunk and passed out walking from his bar. But, in retrospect, my sexual urges and psychological issues have made me who and what I am. I like who I am (most of the time) and probably should thank him.

My brother. He and I grew up in a valueless and unsupervised world of a rundown mobile home park. I had few girlfriends, so I would spend my after school and evenings with my brother and two of his friends- equally fucked up because of their parents. They were about three years older than I and were able to convince or coerce me into sexual things that I honestly didn't understand. They would have me pull my pants off and sit in front of them so they could check out my hairless pussy. My brother would pull my labia apart so they could look and call me names. One afternoon my brother and I were home after school and, as usual, passed out in his chair. My brother suggested we play a trick on him. My brother stood in front of his chair and pulled his pants down exposing a growing hardon. I had seen and even touched it, but being nine, I had little idea what was happening. He then convinced me that my girlfriend had licked his cock and said it tasted like cherry (she never did, he lied). He persuaded me to get on my knees in front of him and "just lick it and see". Sounded reasonable to me, so I did. No cherry taste. I recall this very clearly. He told me that maybe I had to kiss its head and put it in my mouth to get the taste. Still no cherry but my brother was obviously enjoying my taste test, so I continued. My father sat there oblivious while my brother pushed my head so I could suck it deeper. He began to slide it in and out more rapidly- I had a feeling that this was probably a sin, but my brother was moaning and telling me to suck it, so I did. I wasn't ready for his explosion in my mouth. I thought maybe that was the cherry tasting stuff, but it wasn't. I had no idea what to do with his cum, I didn't even think of spitting it out, so I swallowed it. That day began a near daily blowjob. It was within days he had me sucking his friends' cocks. When I was ten he fucked me for the first time. Honestly I'm still a little fuzzy how it was, but he obviously got pleasure from it, so we began incorporating that with our blowjob routine. I remeber being in our trailer with his two friends, my father wasn't home, and my brother and his buddies begged me to let all three fuck me. I was on my way to being a trailer park slut. I tried to find him when I was about twenty and found out he was murdered in a d**g deal that went badly- especially for him. I honestly had no feeling one way or the other. His name was Eric.

Times with Daddy. When i was 12 my father caught Eric and I fucking in my bed as he walked by to the bathroom. He went weird grabbing my brother and literally threw him naked out of my bedroom. This memory is very clear. My father slurred out that he knew I was a little whore. He asked (not seriously) if I liked fucking my relatives. I was laying there naked and didn't realize how I looked to a drunk, staggering man. He stood next to my bed and when I tried to get up, he pushed me back. I recall his eyes scared me- they were wide open and wild. He began pulling his pants down and grunted that I had to know what a real man is like- a real drunk, scumbag father. I wouldn't spread my legs when he rolled on top of me. I could feel his erection on me and his hands trying to spread my legs. He grunted that he was going to fuck me, and as punishment and to convince me to do what he wanted, he slapped my face really hard and told me to spread my "fucking legs". I did. I was still wet from my brother, and I felt my father ram his cock into me as deeply as he could. Thankfully, he came quickly inside of me and rolled off. He staggered out, I'm sure, in search of his bottle. I saw my brother was in the hallway- he witnessed every minute. He still was naked, and he walked in. I was sure he would help me- I recall him telling me to stop crying. He had a throbbing hardon and he told me it was his turn again. I have a blurry memory of being fucked by him as he used my wetness and my father's cum as lubrication. He kept ramming into me until he arched his back and began to join my father's sperm with his. I became a sex toy for my father, brother and my brother's friends. Soon after that I began having sex with other boys in our park.

I did learn what men wanted and how to use my little body to get my way. I was on the road to become many men's sexual amusement park.