On Fri, 22 May 2009 18:27:45 -0700, Sharon Scharf wrote:
I was born in Cornwash Georgia in 1925. My father was a bar back who
cleaned the spittoons and toilets at Willies bar. He had trouble
getting decentv work because he had this habit of flashing people on
Saturday night. Everytime he got liquored up we would get a call from
the police saying they caught him with his pants down again. Fidel
and
Juvon were farmhands down the road on the Donniger property. They
were
both coal black and always sweaty. When I was 15 I started thinking
how much I would like to do them at the same time. I was coming of
age
and finding my true destiny.
I could take 2 dicks at one time when I was younger. Fidel and Juvon
used to **** me at the same time and it was good. They would shoot
their loads about the same time and my mouth would get thirsty
quickly. My ass was voted the best of 1940. It still has a few miles
left on it but I can't keep from ****ting on my partners dick. I was
****ing the brothers before affirmative action dictated that all the
fat and ugly white women could be violated by the bucks. I used to
get
15 dollars a pop and that was when the sisters and poor white trash
were getting $13.50. Fidel used to say my asshole was haunted because
everytime he went to felch me he heard something like "HELLO" come
out
of my butt. I think it was the wood alcohol he used to drink.
That crazy niggra drank shaving lotion also. He used to see spiders
on
his body and Martians
in the sky but he was the best pussy eating jiggaboo on earth! I
hated
it when they found him dead in his garden. When he died he **** his
pants and turned grey. He looked a bit like Michael Jackson. Of
course
we hadn't heard of that molester yet. It's a wonder all the
dangerous
booze I drank didn't have an effect on my children. Well .. looking
at Scott Salberg perhaps the bathtub gin or the thalidomide did him
in. My children all had different fathers. Scott's father was
a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick
for Scott's pacifier. That's
probably why Scott turned queer. He tried to **** his brother Chris
until Chris cried so loud he
alerted theneighbors. I tried to teach him a trade, how to steal
without getting caught he was too stupid to catch on . He told on
himself and told them I taught it to him. He's lucky I didn't get
busted or I would have beat his ratting ass with a baseball bat.
That's gratitude for you and naturally it came from the ****ing fag
of
the family. My son Chris had a worthless father also.
He robbed people on drug deals. He told them he could get them drugs
and skipped out with their money. One of them shot at me with a
pistol
and I had nothing to do with it. As I sit back and contemplate my
life
I wonder why I made the mistake of laying with jiggaboos and I wonder
if my life would have been different if my babies fathers were white
and respectable. It got old picking my husbands up out of the street
every night because they were so ****ed up they couldn't walk.
Scotts father had this habit of sticking his finger up my poop chute
while I was sleeping. I used to wake up thinking I had to **** and
there he was, salivating with brown fingers and a hard-on. Sometimes
it made my crotch monkey wet to see the crazed lust in his eyes and
the **** on his fingers! Sometimes we had such good times! It's a
shame I caught him in bed with my father and had to divorce him.
Mother begged me to overlook it saying "boys will be boys" but I just
couldn't do it. Momma said it was just a phase and daddy used to go
to
bed with grandfather
all the time. Momma said she would wait outside the door for them to
finish. It usually took about an hour and when they came out, she
would wipe Dad's chin and they would go home.
As I said before I was born in Georgia in the 20's. When I was 5
years old My mother used to leave me with Granny and Gramps when she
went
to work bottling bathtub gin at the local speakeasy. Me and Gramps
had
a game we played when Granny went to the market. All I had to do was
poopy in a bowl for Gramps and he gave me a shiny penny!! Gramps said
he was magic, he could change it into choclate ice-cream and he put
in in the icebox and it must have worked because after about an hour,
he
took it out and ate it greedily. Magic ice-cream was our secret, he
told me never to tell Granny and I didn't. I can keep a secret.
I was pure when I had my first niggra men. My mother used to spread
my
legs once a week and put her finger in to see if she could feel my
cherry. I couldn't figure why she had to do it so often but I heard
her mumbling something about "old letchers" and my Daddy and Uncles
names would always come up. I never knew why. Juvon and Fidel were
farmhands at the old Donniger property. They used to **** me at the
same time. They could shoot off at the same time and I could take 2
dicks up my ass or in my mouth. Either way was heaven! Juvon used to
say "Dis be sumb mutha****a fine pussa n acehole" It's so funny the
way they talk.
Like most everyone we had hard times in the 30's We were always short
on money but Scott's father came up with a plan. We cut a 12 by12
hole
in a closet and I would lock myself in the closet with my bare ass up
against the hole. My husband brought men home from the speakeasy
after
they were all liquored up on bathtub gin and they sampled my tail 10
minutes for $3.00. That was a lot of money at the time and my husband
said it was allright because the Reverend Stewart was a regular
customer. He was so much different than he was in church. He always
pulled down his pants and told me to get ready to be baptized. He
always yelled out "Holy Mother of God" when he shot his nuts. Church
was interesting from that time on.
I would love to hear from you!
email me:
sharonlikesitnasty @ yahoo.com
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