Where it happened: his living room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
I was a stupid, young girl. I always wanted to experience a romance like my parents had. I envied my mother in the way my father loved and held her. She was a happy woman who needed nothing else in the world. I began to realize from about age ten that I was unusual. I was of very small height, but I could readily take into me plastic toys that were huge diameters. I tore my hymen firts with a Barbie doll’s leg, and then worked my way up to toy ring stackers, and plastic drink bottles. I was also very hairy from an early age. I was sensitive about the hair, and knew no way to get rid of it. I imagined that a man would be turned off by a girl who resembled a man. My first experience was really very well thought out. I planned to get a man into my body from a very early age– I dare not say how young. I knew some boys from school, but I was afraid to have any of them because word would spread that I was loose or crazy. So, I had to find a man elsewhere. My neighbor Jack was there. He was a man in his early twenties, and seemed to be friendly to me. We chatted small talk for some years before we came to like each other. He was a patient man who understood that I was a hopeless romantic, and he seemed to confide in me that he was the same. I fell in love with Jack. I waited for the proper moment to make my move upon him. We got alone, and he got the messahe. We went to his bedroom. He was not very tender to me there. He speedily raced to undress and put his penis into me. I felt nothing, but he obviously ejaculated a couple of times. He pawed at me, and occasionally kissed me. He said he thought I was a great lay. He had to run to the toilet to piss between sex. I may be made a huge mistake. He would return with vaseline and continue having sex with me. Once, he pulled out before he ejaculated, and his spray went all over me. He proposed to gain access to me through my rear, but I rebuffed his advances. I never imagined that a man could make such a demand of a girl. But, with a little prodding, he convinced me to try just a little. I enjoyed it somewhat. He went a little deeper. I felt funny about it and asked him to stop. We remained lovers for years and spoke many times of getting married. He avoided the subject until I met my current husband. I’m still petite and my man likes that aspect of me very much. I do anything for him and we enjoy a full, loving relationship despite the memory of Jack and his rushes to glory.
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