My heart was beating rapidly, threatening to burst from my chest the entire time. I had never been out in public as a girl before, but luckily there w...ren’t many people up this early. With my now golden hair braided and curled, I felt overdressed as I walked home, ready to don all the fabulous clothing I had laid out on my bed. My confidence had been greatly strengthened by the visit, and I felt a little bit more ready for what was to come. My friend had been quite desperate to ask this of me.. He said it looked quite sore but I said as I was shaved (and I carried on shaving my pubes) and it was winter and my suntan had faded it looked worse. Of course by now he was openly looking at my scar and cock and I was slowly getting a hard on and so was he. I said it wasn't too bad and would soon get smooth, and with that he stretched over and run his finger up and down my scar, eventually resting near the root of my cock that was now getting quite hard. ''The scar is actually pretty smooth'. I was one of those who actually wanted the education. It was great running out on the field and cheering for our team. I couldn’t help but watch number twenty-five on most every play. He was an outside receiver, and I must say a pretty good one. He caught a number of passes. After the game we all cleaned up and went to the after party. They had beer from a keg and some sodas. I wasn’t much of a drinker but took a glass of beer. Everyone seemed to be having a decent time. The music was overly. .He can feel me start to cum... His cock thrusts get deeper and faster as I moan and cry. My whole body shakes... He pushes his cock all the way in up to his balls. His feet pushing into the bed, trying to get his cock to push through my cervix. My pussy feel stuffed full. He starts to roll his hips in a circle. Not pumping anymore, his cock filling me and stretching my pussy hole in round circles. Like a spoon stirs in a glass…. It hurts and it feels good. I cry out. He can sense it hurts and.