I was a large but shapely 14 year old who never observed decorum in any of my dealings with men. I would run out of the shower covered only by a towel right past my step dad knowing that his eyes would follow my every step into my bedroom. I knew it when boys would look at my breasts, and I responded by shooting my gaze at them and smiling. I never missed out on a chance to talk dirty and to show my willingness to get close. My step dad began bringing home a red haired man and his daughter. The two worked construction and the daughter went to a competing school. My step dad was a handsome man, but the red haired guy was very cute. He visited very frequently, and I came to know about him. One day, he massaged my neck while telling me a story, and I sighed. He rubbed a little more deeply and I took it. We smiled a lot at each other. On one visit, I felt that he wanted to check out if I was warmer toward him than I let on. He touched my arms, and I gave every signal that I was not going to say no. He kissed me and hugged me. I moved us into my room and closed the door. When he sat us down on the bed, I was getting ready for the best. Then, my sister rushed through the house and slammed some doors. He got scared, but he had little to worry about. His hand was between my legs, but getting it out was fast and simple. We needed more time to do it right. The chance came when my family disappeared for the night at a theater. He arrived on cue and we saved much time by getting on with where we left off. I borrowed one of my brother’s video tapes and learned of how a woman is supposed to handle a mans sexuality: the film was pornographic but the results were supposed to be the same. I knew to massage his genitals. He was especially sensitive around his pubic hairs. I got him up and standing and in no time, he was making his way into me with his hands and his biggest finger. He realized that I was new at this. so he was careful not to hurt me. We kissed, and I touched him so that he would know that I meant to do the right things for him. He wet my stomach a couple of times telling me that he didn’t want me pregnant. I really didn’t fear it because I was near my period, but I said nothing anyway. The real shcok came next. He decided that he wanted to come inside of me anyway and that the way to do it without the risk of pregnancy, he should do it in my rear end. I freaked. He had a man thing the size of a pepsi can, and I couldn’t imagine how it could fit in my toosh. He grabbed my lotion to put some on his thumb to show me that it was easy. but his thumb hurt, and I stopped the effort. He nevertheless put lotion on his part and rubbed it inside of my thighs closer to my butt. I felt pain when he pushed a little, so I told him to cut it out. He could have anything but that. I asked him if he didn’t already enjoy it with me, but he seemed upset that he couldn’t have sex with my behind the way he had it with my front. He and I dressed up after showering quickly. We kissed some more but the feeling was definitely gone. I didn’t understand why he needed both front and rear when he was having so much fun with the front. I learned some new things that night: I rushed to have sex and had to suffer from pain for a half a year afterwards; I was turned off by the toosh plan; and I hate keeping up the calm with a man who took my virginity miles away from me, but who grossed me out doing it. Any way, that was my first time, and I wanted the world to hear what happened.
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