Never Enough

This story is about my life I am not a writer so for-
give me for the incorrect grammar and misspelled words.

My name is Rosa, I am 56 years old and this is the
story of the sexual memories in my life.

I was born in Mexico in 1942 the youngest of my parents
three children. My mother as I remember her was a
beautiful white woman over weight but beautiful, (a
guera) my father was a good-looking man, he was short
with a shorter temper, I had an older brother and
sister.

When I was young we moved to the United
States. We moved in with my aunt, she lived just out-
side of L.A, near the fields; that’s where my father
began working, while my mother cleaned houses for high
class white people in the suburbs of L.A.

I guess it was when I was teen that we moved again, my
dad had been working as a mechanic part time, and my
mother was making good money. My father was offered a
cantina (a bar) that was near the fields and he bought
it. It was an old place in a very ratty neighborhood.
It had a little apartment above it and that was are
new home.

The bar survived solely on the men that worked in the
fields. My sister and I shared a room, my brother
slept in the living room, and my parents had their own
bedroom.

It was in that room that I saw what would occupy my
mind for the rest of my life. The men that worked the
fields were mostly married men with there families
back in Mexico, they would get off work and come to
the bar to spend there money, and where there’s men
and money, there are prostitutes.

One night I woke up to moaning, I opened my eyes and
saw my sister staring out the window and moving her
body, I ask her what was wrong. She was startled by
my question, but quietly told me to go back to sleep,
when I tried to go to sleep I heard giggling, so I
got out of bed and went to the window.

My sister was mad at me for disobeying her and told
me to get back in bed but I was a brat, after fighting
for a few minutes she told me I could look only if I
was quiet and if I wouldn’t tell anyone what I saw.

When I looked out of the window I saw down in the
street below us a prostitute giving oral sex to an
older man. I saw her suck him in and out of her mouth.
Then she stood up and began masturbating him, the mans
knees began to buckle with pleasure. He look up and
I’m sure he saw me and my sister hide behind the cur-
tains of our window. We stayed hidden for a few
seconds, then when we looked out again we saw him
come. I saw that goo run down the woman’s hand as she
massaged his long penis. I remember that night as if
it were yesterday.

That night I couldn’t fall asleep for thinking about
what I had seen. Don’t get me wrong I already knew
about the birds and the bees and a lot more, but this
was real.

But the most interesting thing to happen that night
was about to come, after what seemed to be an hour of
lying there quietly thinking, I turned to my sister
who was squirming a lot on her bed and there I saw
her… she was playing with herself!

I stared a her with surprise as she moaned softly she
had before, but this time I kept quiet and didn’t say
anything.

That’s when I began to imitate her, only without the
moans. It began to feel good but then she stopped all
of a sudden and the room was quiet again, I froze in
place and eventually fell asleep.

The next day I touched myself on the bus when no one
was looking, and later in school a few times, but it
was when I got home that I went to the bathroom and
played with myself that I had my first orgasm. After
that day I masturbated continuously, Oh I loved it all
right.

When I was 11 I masturbated so much that I got an
infection, it was so embarrassing telling my mom about
it, I know she knew what I was doing but she never
said anything, after all doing that was a sin.

Then a few years later I began baby sitting, I would
go through the owners things from shear boredom…
Then one afternoon in one house I found a pile of
dirty magazines I looked though them and masturbated,
I began babysitting for that house at a very low rate,
always looking forward to the magazines.

I would sometimes lay on the floor and put the
children’s toys on top of me so they would touch in
private areas, even playing doctor with them. But it
was in another house I was babysitting when I was
about 18 that I found the best reading, It was an
erotic storybook and it had stories of things I did
not know could happen. I stole the book from that
house and I never went back there to baby sit again.

I would read the stories and masturbate to every word,
and then I began to experiment with some of the things
in the book. There was one story that I loved, it was
about this Queen that could not get enough sex from
the King and how she had her servant (a woman) mas-
turbate her with a big carrot! After reading that
story several times I decided to try it, but it hurt
too much.

But there was one thing I did try and I enjoyed it
thoroughly. It was a story involving a polish woman
being forced to have sex with a dog by the Nazi’s. I
don’t know what it was about the story, but it
effected me greatly.

So one day I called Porota (my female dog) into my
bedroom, I locked the door behind her and spread my
legs so she would lick me like in the story. She
smelled me, which got me even more exited than the
licking and once I felt jolts go though my body!

But then she just jumped off the bed and walked
towards the door, scratching at it to leave. I called
her back to the bed but she had was no longer interest.

It was a couple of days later while we were having
desert that I saw Porota licking honey off my father’s
fingers. That gave me a whole new set of ideas.

That very night while my sister was out and my parents
asleep I went to the kitchen and grabbed the honey. I
called the dog into my bedroom again and began smear-
ing the honey on my vagina. This time the dog began
licking it off immediately and I was in ecstasy. Until
this day I still practice that little trick, with my
new faithful pooch.

That same year I had my first male appendage inside
me, but it was only a finger.

I let my boyfriend put his finger inside me, and mas-
turbate me and I would masturbate him, we would do
this in his house when his mom was at work.

By the time I was 19 I began to gain a lot of weight
in a short period of time, not that I was ever really
skinny but I was 5`5 and I think I weighed 160 pounds.

Teenage was a bad age to be over weight, with all the
insecurities that one has as a teenager. The only
reason boys were looking at me was because my breasts
had grown to be enormous, something that still attracts
men even at my age.

Leave a Reply