Straight Female / 19
I was 12 when I lost my virginity to a friend of mine's older brother. I'm 19 now, and I've slept with 4 other guys since then. Is it wrong? I don't think so. I like the feeling, and being with a guy. But I can honestly say that the first time I had sex, he was 20, almost 8 years older than me, he knew how old I was, but I had pretty big boobs by that time, was wearing a bra, had my period, and I know at that age, I already had pussy hair and I could have probably shaved if I wanted. I just didn't know that kind of stuff, so obviously didn't.
I spent the night at my friend Laney's house, and her brother was home from college. I still remember talking, flirting, one thing leading to another, and I even told him I'm 12. And he said you're the sexiest fucking 12 year old I've ever laid eyes on. He even showed me how to do things. He showed me how to stroke him, he showed me how to finger myself, he even showed me how to help him masturbate. Did I know what I was doing? Nope. But I do know when he got the condom on, I remember looking at his dick, and thinking that I didn't know how he was going to do it. Because I was skinny, weighed about 110 pounds, and he was a pretty good sized guy. And he kept saying that he was going to be the best I would ever have, and make sure that I liked everything he did.
I remember him doing oral sex on me. He did it forever. I didn't know what to think. He kept saying I was getting really wet, and that he liked it that way. I remember laying there, feeling his mouth between my legs, and feeling my body tingle, not knowing what was going on. And then he said this might hurt for a little bit. Tell me if it's too much. I'll go really slow. When he started pushing, I felt like someone was poking me with a hot iron or something. And I know, even now, he wasn't all the way in, when he said "I'm gonna do something now. It might kinda hurt, but it's better if I do it really quick" and before I could even answer, he just shoved his hard on deep into me, breaking me inside, and busting through. It was big as hell, and I couldn't move. It felt like someone had just poked through me. I remember laying there, with him on top of me, asking me how I felt. I just kind of shrugged and said well it felt really big. But it wasn't too bad. I asked him how it felt for him, and he smiled and said it felt really good.
I was watching him, and he was going and going, and I just kind of laid there, and he said to me "I'm going to do my business now. I don't know if you'll feel it or not, but I hope you like it" and I remember him pumping in and out really quick, grunting a couple of times, and then going "OH" really loud. And then he all the sudden stopped. He kind of looked at me and said "was that OK?" and I told him the truth. I said I could fee him inside me, but I couldn't feel anything he did. He just said yeah. That's the condoms. That's what messes it up.
The next time I had sex with a guy, honestly, I was 14. And it was someone I should not have done anything with. I was half dressed when my uncle, who was in his mid 30's, came into my room. He stopped, kind of shocked, and just stood there staring at me. About 3 hours later that night, we were talking, and he was asking questions. I told him about Tim, the guy who I'd had sex with. My uncle asked me if I liked it. I told him the truth, it wasn't terrible. And he said it was because I wasn't with someone who knew what to do. So I said who? And he just said well, uh, me, but I'm too old for you. But older guys know how to do things.
That evening, we talked, and I decided to have sex with him, curious if older guys knew how to do things. I knew he was my uncle, thorough marriage like 6 or 7 times, so I didn't think too much about it. And I remember, comparing him to the first guy I had sex with, he was able to have two orgasms. Different times. And he even did oral sex on me after he came inside the condom, something that didn't happen the time before. The only difference was, when he did it a second time, he was doing me doggie style and he went off that way.
And now? I'm 19. And since then, I don't know what it is, but I've slept with 6 other guys. I just physically like sex. I can't help it. Do I regret any of what I've done? NO. I think in reality, I want to do more. Because I like how it makes me feel, and it's kind of a power thing, controlling a guy, knowing how desperate he wants to get off.
Kind of sick I know.
I spent the night at my friend Laney's house, and her brother was home from college. I still remember talking, flirting, one thing leading to another, and I even told him I'm 12. And he said you're the sexiest fucking 12 year old I've ever laid eyes on. He even showed me how to do things. He showed me how to stroke him, he showed me how to finger myself, he even showed me how to help him masturbate. Did I know what I was doing? Nope. But I do know when he got the condom on, I remember looking at his dick, and thinking that I didn't know how he was going to do it. Because I was skinny, weighed about 110 pounds, and he was a pretty good sized guy. And he kept saying that he was going to be the best I would ever have, and make sure that I liked everything he did.
I remember him doing oral sex on me. He did it forever. I didn't know what to think. He kept saying I was getting really wet, and that he liked it that way. I remember laying there, feeling his mouth between my legs, and feeling my body tingle, not knowing what was going on. And then he said this might hurt for a little bit. Tell me if it's too much. I'll go really slow. When he started pushing, I felt like someone was poking me with a hot iron or something. And I know, even now, he wasn't all the way in, when he said "I'm gonna do something now. It might kinda hurt, but it's better if I do it really quick" and before I could even answer, he just shoved his hard on deep into me, breaking me inside, and busting through. It was big as hell, and I couldn't move. It felt like someone had just poked through me. I remember laying there, with him on top of me, asking me how I felt. I just kind of shrugged and said well it felt really big. But it wasn't too bad. I asked him how it felt for him, and he smiled and said it felt really good.
I was watching him, and he was going and going, and I just kind of laid there, and he said to me "I'm going to do my business now. I don't know if you'll feel it or not, but I hope you like it" and I remember him pumping in and out really quick, grunting a couple of times, and then going "OH" really loud. And then he all the sudden stopped. He kind of looked at me and said "was that OK?" and I told him the truth. I said I could fee him inside me, but I couldn't feel anything he did. He just said yeah. That's the condoms. That's what messes it up.
The next time I had sex with a guy, honestly, I was 14. And it was someone I should not have done anything with. I was half dressed when my uncle, who was in his mid 30's, came into my room. He stopped, kind of shocked, and just stood there staring at me. About 3 hours later that night, we were talking, and he was asking questions. I told him about Tim, the guy who I'd had sex with. My uncle asked me if I liked it. I told him the truth, it wasn't terrible. And he said it was because I wasn't with someone who knew what to do. So I said who? And he just said well, uh, me, but I'm too old for you. But older guys know how to do things.
That evening, we talked, and I decided to have sex with him, curious if older guys knew how to do things. I knew he was my uncle, thorough marriage like 6 or 7 times, so I didn't think too much about it. And I remember, comparing him to the first guy I had sex with, he was able to have two orgasms. Different times. And he even did oral sex on me after he came inside the condom, something that didn't happen the time before. The only difference was, when he did it a second time, he was doing me doggie style and he went off that way.
And now? I'm 19. And since then, I don't know what it is, but I've slept with 6 other guys. I just physically like sex. I can't help it. Do I regret any of what I've done? NO. I think in reality, I want to do more. Because I like how it makes me feel, and it's kind of a power thing, controlling a guy, knowing how desperate he wants to get off.
Kind of sick I know.
