So, I was about 18-19. My mom worked at a McDonalds and she had a drop dead gorgeous manager. He was Cuban and around 22-23. Anyway, so I decide to be creative like the awesome bitch that I am. I dialed up the McDonalds and ordered him to be delivered after his shift that night. He got there and we went and got a couple of sodas, some smokes and then went and parked on a dirt road. Now, I am def no virgin at this time but that man had a penis that scared me! It was at least 10 inches and bigger around than a coke can on any given day! /so we are making out and I stick my hand down his pants and felt that monster and I am starting to rethink my menu options quickly. I couldn’t even get my hand around it. Maybe half way? Yea. That’s about right.Anyway, so we get to the point he wants a blow job. I’m just thinking to myself Ho up bitch. You can do this. He’s hot! Nope. I couldn’t even get my mouth around it. I’m talking this mother fucker had a damn arm for a cock! Deformed in my opinion. No dick should be that big! A waste of vital space and if he ever found someone that could get it in her mouth I bet that bitch didn’t do it but once! So, now he wants to give sex a go. I know I had to go completely pale when he said “Lay back” because just the thought hurt! But there I was...Laid out like a freaking slut in the back seat of a car on a dirt road in the middle of the night with a man I only casually knew...And I was terrified of his penis. If there is an equivalent to the fear I felt it would have to be the kind you get when you know you’re about to get hurt but there’s literally nothing you can do to prevent it because you want to finish what you started. Kinda like when I pierced my own belly button (fyi- not a good idea btw!). So, he works me up and i’m bracing myself for the big plunge. It wouldn’t go in. There was no way he was fitting that thing in me. When he finally realized this after about 10 attempts I am so relieved when he zips up and says it wouldn’t work. I get my clothes adjusted right and crawl back into the front seat and sit there smoking a much needed cigarette after my near death experience. No woman should ever be that terrified of a fuckrod. It’s just not right. Finally I tell him I am ready to go home and he drops me off. I was living in the country at this time and my drive way alone was about half a mile long. Woods all the way down with just a path big enough for one vehicle to comfortably drive thru. No phone at the time. This was before the smart phone craze. (Yes, I am that old, shuddup!) Anyway, so I am walking at a very brisk pace and I hear the bushes moving. I stop, look around, wait and listen for more sounds. Nothing. So I start walking again and come to the gate. We had cows and we had to keep them fenced in and had a gate that we locked with a padlock nightly or if we all left the property at the same time. So here I was. Standing there in front of the gate. It was already locked. I am extremely short and plump to say the least so climbing over the gate wasn’t an option I wanted to try. I found a space in a decently clear area and begin crawling under a portion of the barb wire. I felt my belly and then my knees hit something slimy and I figured I had crawled thru mud. I make it back into the property and walk up to the house. As soon as I get into my room I turn on the light and that’s when I see it.Cow shit from my chest to the bottom of my shoes. I start gagging. I grab and hold a change of clothes out from my stinking body as I haul ass to the bathroom for an emergency shower. Gross! I get out the shower and dry and get my clothes on. I sit down at my computer and check my yahoo messages and McManager wanted a redo the next night. I told him no thanks. I’d had a pretty shitty time and didn’t want to chance it again. I never explained what I meant.
