When I was a little girl, I had a potty mouth. My Grandma would make me eat a chunk of hand soap whenever I let words fly.  I wouldn't say I liked that, but it never broke me. It only made me more defiant.

I can't remember much before I was three years old, but that was the first time I let the f-bomb fly. I had probably heard the word somewhere. Probably my dad and mom when they were fighting, they cussed a lot.

Anyway, we were having dinner, and I spilled a cup of milk all over me. I looked around and let it fly, “Oh Fuck!!” Proud of myself, I smiled, putting a big grin on my face, even as I sat there covered with milk running down all over the floor.

I giggled until I saw my grandma coming to get me. She was unhappy, but I thought it was because I spilled the milk. She arrived and said, “Rachel, what did you say?” Her voice was rough, and her face was mad.

“I said, ‘Oh Fuck’, like mom and dad say when they mess up.” I giggled.

Grandma snatched me out of my chair, dragged me to the kitchen sink, and yelled back at my parents, who were laughing out loud. “What a great impression you have made on your young daughter.” She howled.

“Young lady, you will learn not to say those evil words you may hear people say. It is against God and society. Now open your mouth!” she said, scolding me.

I watched her take a big knife and cut a nice piece of soap off the bar by the sink. What was she doing? Then she said it again… “Rachel, open your mouth.”

I looked at her and then across the room at my mom, who was still laughing.

I realized what was about to happen, and my mom and dad thought it was funny. Well, it was not amusing in the slightest.  

Grandma grabbed my arm again and shook me, saying, “I told you to open your mouth, girl. You listen to me!”

She pulled on my arm, and it hurt, “Open your mouth, now, young lady!” I opened my mouth, and she quickly pushed the piece of soap into my mouth. God, it tasted horrible.

“Now chew that soap and remember what will happen next time you want to use that word,” Grandma barked at me.

I was horrified and tried to spit it out.

“Oh no, you don’t… chew it! She barked, covering my mouth with her hand.

What was happening made me want to spit out the soap and scream, ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,’ over and over.

Grandma moved her hand away, and I spit the chewed-up soap on the floor and ran away from her. When I got to the doorway, I turned and screamed, “FUCK!!” I turned and ran to my room and crawled under my bed.

That was the beginning of a tumultuous youth. I would learn a new word at school and try it out at home, cussing regularly, so I had to eat soap many times over the next few years. My Grandma passed away several years later, and I snuck a bar of soap into her coffin and whispered, “I will never have to eat fucking soap again.” I smiled and slipped away. I never had to eat soap again. 

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As the years passed, I learned many colorful words that I added to my daily vocabulary. Yes, I was a potty mouth and still am, but today, I use them mostly to exalt my likes and dislikes in the bedroom or disdain for something I do not like in the general world.

It was a few more years before I learned what the word fuck meant and how important that would be in my life.

As I went through high school, I not only said the word fuck often but practiced it regularly. Many afternoons I was in the back of Tommy Kane’s truck in the woods, crying out those exact words, “Oh Fuck,” but the taste in my mouth was his sweet cum, not soap. 

“Oh, God, Tommy, push that big fat cock in my pussy and fuck me good and hard. I need your cum inside me. Fill me up, baby, and I might let you fuck my asshole. Now do it, fuck me good!” I teased.

“You fucking slut, I am going to fuck you so damn hard your eyes will roll back in your pretty head, and you will cum on my cock so hard.” Tommy bantered.

Tommy could really fuck. I asked him, “Tommy, how did you learn to fuck so good.”

“My Aunt Sarah taught me. She is my youngest auntie, only five years older than me. She loves to fuck. She said she learned from her uncle on her mother's side.  She also taught me to eat pussy and to lick her asshole. She would never let me in her back hole, but that was OK. I loved eating and fucking her,” Tommy explained.

True to his word, Tommy had learned well how to eat pussy. “Rachel, you want me to eat your pussy and lick your asshole?”

Tommy had worn my pussy out cumming hard, filling me with cum. I was lying on my stomach on a blanket under the stars. I flipped over, spread my legs, and opened my pussy lips. “Yes, sir, get your sexy mouth down on my cum filled pussy. Eat my pussy full of your cum and show me what you were taught.”

It didn’t take long, and I was screaming, “Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Tommy, I need to thank your auntie, Sarah. She taught you to eat pussy so good. Jesus, I am going to fucking cum!”  

I fucking exploded, screaming even louder, “Oh God, you pushed a finger up my ass. Oh, Fuck, cumming, cumming, cumming again.” I held Tommy’s mouth on my pussy and bucked against the finger plowing my asshole. I spewed cum in his mouth and on his face. I hadn’t ever cum that hard before.

As I lay back, completely spent, Tommy was over me. “You ready for round two, you fucking cunt. I am going to fuck your asshole now. Get on your fucking knees,” Tommy growled.

I couldn’t present my ass to him fast enough. I looked back, shaking my ass at Tommy. I lay my head on the blanket and reached back, spreading my cheeks. “You can fuck my asshole, but first, I need your slippery tongue in my ass. I wiggled again, then felt his wet tongue rim my crinkled hole.

“Oh God, yes, eat my ass, you motherfucker. I screamed as Tommy pushed his hard tongue through my muscles into my chute. He sucked on my asshole, and I screamed. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck yes!!” I was edging so close. I pushed two fingers into my cum filled cunt and fucked myself. My other fingers strummed my clit. I exploded. “Oh, Tommy, put that big hard cock in my asshole and fuck the shit out of me. I want to have an anal orgasm on your cock!”

Tommy moved up behind me and pushed his fat cock into my asshole, spanking my ass cheeks. The sting and pain of his cock pushing deep into my ass did me, and I came again, harder this time. I screamed, “Oh My God… Cuuuummmiiing!”  and gripped the blanket, pushing up and back on his cock.

“Fuck me more, fuck me hard, don't stop, make my asshole cum on your cock. Never stop,” I kept chanting over and over. Tommy pounded my asshole. “You motherfucker, you are tearing up my asshole; I won’t be able to sit down for a fucking month.”

After a good twenty minutes of hard ass fucking, I screamed one last time as my asshole clamped down on Tommy, and he yelled, “OH FUCK, RACHEL, I AM CUMMING IN YOUR ASS!”

As his hot cum filled me, I came one last time and moaned, “Dear God, thank you for Tommy’s big, hard cock buried in my fucking asshole. Thank You, Thank You.” My body was shaking as I collapsed on the blankets, with Tommy falling on top of me, still buried deep in my ass.

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That day became a regular thing for Tommy, me, and a few other boys all the way through high school. I got a reputation as a slot with a foul mouth, and I was sent to the principal's office many times and threatened with suspension for cussing out my teachers.

I graduated and went to a university five states away where nobody knew and started a new life. I am still a potty mouth and love to fuck. Neither of those things will ever change.

I am twenty-six now, married, and just had a little girl. I screamed, “Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck,” over and over all the way through my labor until I pushed her out and collapsed. I looked at her as they lay her on my chest and said to her, “I hope you were fucking worth all the fucking pain your little ass caused me.”

As it turned out, she has been, and at almost four, she is turning into a potty mouth just like me.

“Oh Boy, how embarrassing!”

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