FOUR BRICK JENNIE Yes, I'm loving it but I am soo old( An Octogenerian ). I remember being a girl off the farm near Salina along the Smoky Hill river when I was fishing with my sister in the forties. I was just a teen and was still horney as H--l . Rena said that there was a prisoner of war camp there near Camp Funston which was part of the Ninth Armored (a training camp out of Ft. Riley, Ks.) My older sister said that the Ninth had marched down Third street in Abilene and gone from the cattle railhead there off to the war in Europe. That left many women, Wives, girls, whores ( outa Junction City and Abilene ), and us farm girls with very little but old men to mess with. She said "You wouldn't believe the women that went to the back fence at the POW Camp to fuck and suck the pows there since they were the only swinging dicks around besides old men"! She said that we could get Lucky Strike Green 4 packs of cigarettes there from the C rations and K rations that they fed the pow's with. And chocolate bars too! We couldn't get these at all since rationing limited what we could get with those green, grey, and yellow, and red stamps with the guns and planes and tanks on them. Mom had to use those for flour, sugar, meat, and cheese. We were left with nothing but grass to chew on that tasted anyways sweet. Sis had been puffing cigarettes for several months now and I had wondered where she had got them. Now I knew and I said that I never had fucked with the boys at school cuz they were such young dummies. She and her friends with one of the girl's mom's car were going to the "Back Fence" to get fucked. She wanted me to go with her to find out what fuckin was all about! I said ok since I was so hot for lovin'. The next day we girls piled into the old model T seat and truck bed to go down this old dirt road westa town offa Hwy forty till we got to the camp. There was an acre of open field there and a woven wire fence about eight feet high with another foot of barbed and razor wire on top of it. Near the fence the ground was littered with papers and a lot of rubbers that were used and full of purple, white and yellow jizz. What a mess. The big Germans were there and the Italians too. one of the Italians gestured to me to come over where he whipped a big ten inch uncut cock out of his skivvies. I was dumbstruck at his size. He held out his hand with packs of cigs and chocolate bars. He reached them thru one at a time to my handbag. Sis said that I would have ta pullup my skirt and drop my panties, turn around and hold onto the fence as I bent over to get fucked. I just did what she did and as she was getting fucked by another pow, I bet over like a dumb cow and presented my cunt to his big cock which he stuck thru the fence. I bent over and he rubbed his cock from my asshole to my clitorus and could not line up right. I saw some bricks in a pile a few yards away and stacked two for the left foot and two for the right. I stood on them and twined my fingers thru the two by four inch holes in the fence and bent over again. Then the big Italian shoved his cock clean to my cervix thru the hole in the fence splitting me wide open. It hurt but in about a minute of intense ramming he felt sssoooogggoood! The fence swayed about eight inches and he timed the jabs as it came back his way. Wham bam I was lovin it. I howled with a big climax but he just kept hammering as I clamped down on his swarthy smegma covered wonderrod. He came after about ten minutes and his jizz was dripping out of my pussy. I tied the strings of my purse to the fence as the pows lined up. One after the other they put their candy bars and cigarettes into my purse as about ten of them fucked me silly. I now knew that all those chores of milking, tasseling corn,, churning raw milk to get butter, and helping to keep the farm going had got my hands and arms strong enough to hold the fence for all of them unlike some of the wimmen there that could barely hold on for one fuck let alone two! I got fucked better than ever since except for a few big black cocks that I got fucked with later. The loot purse made up for the whole stinkin mess at the fence there and I staggered back to the truck with sis and four of the other girls. We couldn't wait to grow up to fuck as whores in the brothels and motels of Junction City. Just in time penicillin and sympathetic doctors at the hospital in Salina saved us some grief ad the resulting pregnancies gave us kids to help on the farm! It all worked out in a haze of coital satisfaction. Jene

 

The correct use of Tags would be more useful.

However, it's a virtually unreadable block of text that wants punctuating properly and separated into paragraphs.

 

Geez, You must be a writer and not a real storyteller. You only get it like it comes when you can barely stand, sit and two finger type. I'm one of the few who can remember the past anyway and if you don't wanna hear it I guess I won't tell it!

 

Eh, you can't teach an old bitch new tricks. Maybe you are a professor of English text, syntax, and form. Oxford English Dictionary and all that rot. I just tell it like it is. My grandmother was chattel, sold from the East (Philly or Charleston I think) to the Hotel Brothel in Abilene for the cowboy's pleasure there at the cattle terminus railhead at Abilene , Ks. Her daughter, my mother got enough money from her to buy a chicken ranch a few miles outa town where Me and my sister grew up. We didn't give a S--t about the "Propietous East". He-- the legal age for marriage out here was twelve and for chattel which wimmen were here and there as well (Don't tell no one chief)! My main man knew me and let me be the way I was. At least here a broad could own property. In S.Carolina I doubt that even now a woman could own land and have property. S--t, them back East wimmen was property! Don't c--p on me for the way I am. We even got the vote first in the West and then after WWI in the whole country. Shove your bulls--t society.

 

Your excuse is nonsense.

I'm eighty-one and had a very poor education. I only began writing six years ago and had to learn almost everything from scratch. I may not get it all right but at least I try.

I see very little point in posting badly presented stuff when it doesn't take that long to learn how to do it right.

PS. - I only type with two fingers. I've had five back operations and I also have dreadful arthritis which I'm on very unpleasant drugs for.