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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Teen sex  * 
a cautionary tale for girls \par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I\u8217
\'92ve always felt guilty about Dawn. She was the only girl I ever really took advantage
 of. Looking back she was desperate for someone to love her and I used that just
 to get into her pants. Look I know that\u8217\'92s almost SOP for guys but other
 than her at least I had feelings for every girl I ever bedded. Poor Dawn not only
 got led down the path but I conned her into doing things that I\u8217\'92m sure
 she wouldn\u8217\'92t have otherwise done. Twenty years later and I still feel 
guilty. I also still have the faded black and white photos of her doing my bidding
 in an attempt to win my love. Looking back I regret what I did to her but I cannot
 even look her up to say I\u8217\'92m sorry. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Dawn 
was pretty enough and had a nice body but she was just so needy that she drove most
 guys away. What makes girls that way anyway? Did her father ignore her or what. 
Not that it makes any difference. She was only fifteen when I met her. I was nineteen
. Back then if was really no big deal for a guy my age to date someone under eighteen
 and certainly no one would have called the cops about it. It was just something
 that was done and both the girls and the guys liked it when it happened. I knew
 her brother from the motocross track where he rode and I wrenched. I started to
 work on his bike and that\u8217\'92s how I met Dawn. She was thrilled when I paid
 attention to her and at first it was just me being nice to a cute kid. Her parents
 were never around, he was away on the road most of the time and she worked nights
. That left Dawn and Pete alone and to tell the truth I think Pete could have cared
 less about what happened to his little sister. For sure I never heard anything 
from him even after I broke up with her. It really started after a race when I offered
 to take her for a hot dog and a coke on the way home. Pete wanted to hang with 
his other buddies so I was just being a nice guy. So starts the path to regret. 
\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     She seemed
 thrilled by any attention I gave her and by the time we were done eating she was
 plastered tight to me. Once we were in the car she insisted on sitting in the center
 and having her arm around me. She didn\u8217\'92t want to go right home since nobody
 would be there so we drove around and talked with the radio playing. At some point
 reflex kicked in and I put my hand on her leg. That seemed to start everything 
and before long I was pulling into a farm lane I knew about. It was a nice night
 with enough breeze to keep the bugs away so I dug out the sleeping bag I carried
 and we laid back to look at the stars. When I kissed her for the first time she
 tried to kiss back but she really didn\u8217\'92t know what she was doing. By the
 time we were done she had learned a lot and was getting a much better. I even got
 her bra undone and had a nice handful of soft warm tit to enjoy. At first she resisted
 but when I moved to get up suddenly it was OK. We straightened up and I got her
 home about tenish. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     From 
then on she was always trying to get me alone and since I wasn\u8217\'92t dating
 anybody at the time I was willing to be got. By the third \u8220\'93date\u8221\'94
 I had my fingers in her pussy and she was at least handling my cock even though
 she didn\u8217\'92t know what to do with it. That would change.  Before too many
 more times together she was sucking my dick and I was eating her pussy. I could
 tell that she was not really into it but was doing it only because I wanted her
 to. Not a good reason but what the hell it worked. She still did not want to go
 all the way but one night a suggested that if she didn\u8217\'92t put out it meant
 she didn\u8217\'92t really love me. Minutes later I felt her cherry pop. Our dates
 became simple and cheap. A burger, a coke, and off to get laid. A couple hours 
of naked fun and then take her back home. As long as she thought I loved her she
 would do anything. By lying shamelessly I got to do to her everything that I had
 only read about. I used dildos and vibrators on her and experimented with light
 bondage. One night I demanded that she let me fuck her ass simply because I could
 fuck her there without using a rubber. It hurt her but she let me do it anyway. 
I gave her some line about it really proving how much she loved me. She never got
 to like it but at least she got to where it didn\u8217\'92t hurt enough to make
 her cry anymore. I fucked her several times week all summer.     Once she had to
 go back to school out chances got fewer in number and to tell the truth I was getting
 bored with her. Sex on demand is fine but I was learning that it was not enough
. She was not overly bright so I really couldn\u8217\'92t talk about much with her
 and she just laid there most on the time when we did fuck. Oh she\u8217\'92d move
 when I reminded her but I knew she was not enjoying it beyond the fact that I was
 with her and paying attention to her while we were fucking. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Finally
 I decided to break it off. Pete had gotten some other guy to wrench for him so 
that connection was gone and I wanted more that just the half assed fucking I was
 getting. I set her up for a big fight right after I finished blowing my load into
 her asshole and by the time I too her home she was in tears. I never went back 
and never returned her calls either. I heard some time later that she was knocked
 up but the guy had left already. Then I lost track of her when I got married and
 moved away. It was several years later when I ram into a old buddy from the track
 that I found out that she was dead. She had gone through a secession of guys with
 each one being worse that the last until finally she couldn\u8217\'92t take it 
any more. She had dropped her kid off with her parents and driven to a old farm 
lane and once there had taken her clothes off and hanged herself from a tree. From
 Jeff\u8217\'92s description of the location I realized it was the same place that
 I had taken her cherry. It\u8217\'92s way too late now but I\u8217\'92m sorry Dawn
. }}