My Life: It May Skip Around a Little (Part 4)

By: Jackie Morrow (View Profile)

He put him mouth down there. And I felt so gross. It was slobbery. Then he pulled his penis out and put it in me … he was pushing me really hard and it hurt between my legs. Then he heard a truck coming and told me to hurry up and pull my pants up so I did. When I looked back behind the truck, my Uncle Anthony was parking his pick up. I was so scared that he had seen something, so I stayed in the truck. He and Dad talked for a while and then Anthony left. Dad never said anything to me, just acted like it didn’t happen.

Then the next memory I have is of me and Dad in his old green ‘57 Chevy pickup, he took me out on a back road and made me put my mouth on him while he was driving, I kept trying to pick my head up but he was holding the back of my head down. He told me not to stop until he said to. I told him I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, and he told me to suck it as hard as I could. I told him that was gross and he said, no it isn’t and get used to it. So I did. It squirted in my mouth and I spit it out, I was choking and spiting, and Dad was laughing at me. He told me the more I did it, the more I’d like it. But I told him huh uh, it was nasty.

The last memory I have is of when I got away from John and Carol and was living with my Dad again. I was putting up laundry, and he came in from work. I was in his bedroom putting up socks, shirts, work pants, and undies. He came into his room and gave me a hug. Said I was doing good around the house and he wanted to thank me in a special way. I got suspicious cause of what had happened with John and Carol and tried to leave the room. He pushed me down onto the bed and I remember him putting it inside of me, he put my legs up over his shoulders and pulled my hair, I just remember turning my head, looking at the clock beside his bed, and closing myself off. After he was done, I remember going to the bathroom, cleaning up, and telling myself I was leaving. I went to live with my Gramma and Papa again, but I always just thought that it was a dream, so I forgot it.

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