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Mmm I’m remembering the good old days when life was a lot simpler than it is today. One hot May morning, I was 11 and our neighbor who was about 23-25 put up my tire swing on a tree in our backyard. He had a nice blond wiffle, beautiful light brown eyes. I remember sitting in the tall grass, under the hot sun with a nice glass of lemonade my mom made me while I was watching him put up my tire swing. Then he took his shirt off! I was in heaven and swooning over his nice stomach and abs. I kept smiling at him, shyly. I wonder if he knew I had a crush on him. This is the first time I had wanted to have s** in my life. This was a wonderful spring memory of my girlhood I wanted to share.

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.