Fun in the Ford

The first time I ever tried anal sex, it was in the back of my boyfriend's dad's Ford Explorer, in a field, in the middle of the winter.

I remember he'd wanted to try it for a while, but I'd been iffy. To me, that's an out hole, and I was already feeling skanky enough just fooling around in the backseat of his dad's car. I was still getting used to the fact that I was having sex (a lot of sex), and so for him to want to try this new, scarier sex was weird. But, I agreed, my line of thought being that if it really hurt or was just too awkward, I'd tell him to stop, and let that one go into the "been there, done that" pile.

So we're out in this snowy field, he's taken me there because it's really pretty in the winter, and we're fooling around in the back of this SUV. He didn't use a condom, and he came in my ass, which felt absolutely DISGUSTING, let me tell you. And then, after he finishes and wipes his dick off in the snow, and I crawl back into the front seat, we realize we are stuck. In the mud/snow, in his father's truck, in a field.

I'm wiggling around, trying to get comfortable in the seat, because my ass feels turned inside out and wayyy too sensitive, and he's calling his father, who is at poker night, to come rescue us. Perfect.

His dad shows up, and we have to get out of the truck and walk to get the forklift. Walking felt even more repulsive than sitting, and I was hoping his dad wouldn't notice how tortured my face was. Thankfully, I seem to be a good actress. We get the forklift, and I have to ride the back of that thing all the way back to the truck, which also felt great.

And then, to put the cherry pop on the night I lost my anal virginity, my boyfriend's father dents the front of the truck with the forklift. He was driving it in loafers, and he and the boyfriend decided that the best way to get the truck out was to push the front with the forklift, and to put the truck in reverse and back out of the hole.

When bf's dad pulled the lift away, something flew off the front of the truck, which I thought was one of his loafers, but it turned out to be the Ford badge from the grille. There was also a dent. Super. I wasn't sure whether to laugh about the loafers, or cry about my poor stretched out, cum-dripping ass. I went with laughter and had about a stroke laughing at the sight of the badge flying off into the night.

I have that badge right now. I made it into a belt buckle. Just as a memento.