I was introduced to sex by my neighbor

I stepped off the school bus and walked straight to our front door, only to find it locked tight. My stomach dropped. I knocked a couple times, but nobody answered. Just as I was about to sit on the porch, our neighbor Brandon came out of his house next door. He was a huge dark haired, dark eyed man. Older than my dad as my dad did not have gray hair at his temples. He was taller too.

"Hey, everything okay?" he called over.

I explained the situation and he waved me over. "Come on inside. You can wait here until your folks get back." He even pulled out his phone and called my dad right in front of me putting the phone on loudspeaker. Dad sounded relieved when he heard my voice and said the car had broken down, so they’d be late. He told Brandon it was fine if I stayed over.

Brandon hung up with a smile. "Looks like you’re stuck with me for a while."

We sat in his living room. He played a cartoon TV series though I turned fourteen one week past and I no longer watch cartoons. Dad says they are for kids of which I am not. Brandon served me some juice then watched me as I sipped it. He leaned back in his chair, studying me like he was trying to figure something out.

"So," he started, "you got a boyfriend?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Why not?"

"I don’t need one," I said.

He tilted his head. "How do you feel good down there then?"

I blinked, not understanding what he meant. "Down where?"

Brandon’s eyes stayed on me, waiting for an answer I didn’t have.

Brandon leaned closer, his voice low. "Every person needs another person to make them feel good down there. That's just how it works. It's a normal thing and everyone does it."

I shook my head. "I don't believe that."

He smiled, calm and sure. "Let me show you."

I hesitated. Brandon looked at me the way a homeless person looks at pizza or a dollar. Hungrily. Even pleadingly. I doubted his question was well intentioned but still I was stuck with him and refusing him would not be nice.

Then I nodded. "Okay...."

I was shocked when reached under my skirt and tugged my panties down my legs. I lifted my hips without thinking. He knew what he was doing. Right? I really hoped he was not trying to hurt me. His finger pressed between my thighs and started circling my clit in slow, steady strokes. The touch felt tingly and weird. But it sent little sparks through me, but I kept my face blank.

"I don't feel anything," I lied, even as my hips twitched.

"Let me show you more," he said.

He slid down, pushed my knees apart, and put his mouth on me. His tongue licked and sucked at my clit with wet, hungry pulls. The feeling hit hard and fast. My hands grabbed the couch cushions.

"It feels good," I admitted, voice shaky.

Brandon sucked harder, tongue flicking and pressing. My thighs trembled around his head. The pressure built until my whole body locked up and I came, pussy pulsing against his mouth. He kept licking through it, drawing every twitch out of me. This was my first orgasm and I was hooked.

When I finally went limp, he pulled back and wiped his mouth, watching me with a satisfied smile.

"I made you cum. Now you need to do the same for me," he said. I looked up at him. What was his game?

He stood, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was thick, very long and already hard. He rested the head against my lips. It was just sucking, it would not hurt I was sure. I opened my mouth and took him in, sucking gently. Barely fitting my mouth. After some time, he pushed his cock past my lips and thrust straight in. The head stretched my throat and made my eyes water, but I stayed still and let him use my mouth. I continued for a moment but then my teeth grazed him by accident.

Brandon pulled back fast. "Careful with those teeth," he said, holding his cock just out of reach.

Brandon looked down at me with that same calm smile. "Maybe you can suck it with your second mouth."

I did not understand what he meant by that but I trusted him. He knew exactly what he was doing. I trusted him completely. I nodded and opened my mouth wider. But he didn't push into my mouth. He grabbed my waist, and lifted me onto the couch. My skirt was already up around my hips. He lined up and shoved his cock into my virgin pussy in one hard push. So this is what he meant by second mouth. It burned and stretched me open so fast I gasped. So painful.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, starting to thrust right away.

My body reacted before I could stop it. The second he bottomed out the first time, the pain changed to extreme pleasure, my pussy clamped down and I came hard, legs shaking around his hips. He kept driving in deep even though I was too tight to take all of him. A part of him did not fit in. Every thrust forced another inch inside until only two or three inches could not fit. I kept coming in short, helpless waves, my cunt squeezing around his thick cock that filled me completely. It felt so good.

He fucked me faster, breathing heavy, then suddenly pulled out. Thick ropes of cream shot onto the floor between my feet. I stared at the white mess. "What's that?"

"That's my cum, baby, it could make you pregnant ," he said, still catching his breath.

He grabbed a wet towel from the side table, wiped himself off, there was a little blood on it. He had caused me to bleed I think. Or maybe it was the virginity. He then pressed the head of his cock against my lips again.

"Suck it clean." I opened up and licked the leftover cum off him. As soon as my tongue moved over the shaft he started getting hard again, swelling against my tongue.

He pushed me back down and slid into me a second time. This round was smoother but still tight. And he managed another inch in. He fucked me steady and deep. I began to moan without being able to stop myself and he clamped my mouth to stifle my moans.Wet sounds filled the room as he thrust. Then he groaned and stayed buried all the way inside. I had not yet had an orgasm when hot cum flooded my pussy, filling me until it leaked out around his cock.

"You did not make me cum." I complained.

"Sorry baby, it's just too tight. I could not control myself." I felt the temper rising within me as he said that. I pouted. Then he added, "Let me help you cum now."

Before he could do anything, my parents pulled into the driveway.

"Dress up." He hissed, "Don't tell anyone about this or I won't be able to make you cum again." I nodded, as I trusted him. I pulled my panties back on with his cum still dripping down my thighs and walked across the yard to meet my parents.

I could not sleep that night because I still had the unfinished desire of the second round of sex. I waited until my parents slept, then slipped through the fence and knocked on Brandon's back door. He opened it, looked me over, and pulled me inside without a word.

He rammed my pussy mercilessly multiple times and I came again and again till by the time I went back to my room, I was sore, exhausted and totally spent. I slept like a baby and even convinced my parents the next morning to let me not go to school as I wasn't well. This was true as I was exhausted. But it was much to Brandon's pleasure as we had a very busy day fucking again that day.

And that's how I was introduced to sex.