..”I shrugged.“I can probably learn to throw left-handed,” I concluded. I reached down and patted the skin on my right wrist. It was the only pl...ce I could reach and not touch the sling. “I just wanted you to know that this isn’t going to keep me from doing what I want to do.”“Good,” Susan said.“So that means you guys don’t treat me any differently than you always did,” I added.“We’re not,” Sarah said.“Oh, please,” I replied with the requisite eye roll. “You didn’t make fun of my shirt. You. But Tabitha was a red-blooded girl and she wanted to feel a cock inside her, so she engineered an evening at her parents’ house while they were out watching her brother’s embarrassingly precocious turn in the Pirates of Penzance.Tabitha was tall and stout and at that age, stout was an okay word. She was solidly built, neither svelte nor fat. She was good at hockey and field sports like discus and javelin. Many of the boys secretly found her intimidating, but they all agreed in their. She just inhaled deeply and smiled. I k new that both of us were tense and unsure about our next steps.Once inside, I locked the door and took her to my chair. She settled down with a lot of tension. She was sitting on the tip of the chair. And so was I. I could not believe my eyes and my luck either. I felt like pinching myself multiple times.There was an awkward silence between the two of us for about 5 minutes or so (I think, though it may be longer or shorter, I don’t know). Let me try and. His cock was not very large, which was good under the circumstances. It was very manly though and I was excited when I was leaning over a bench, presenting my poor ass for him and he was working up his cock with one hand. He mounted me without courtesy and started to pump me. I had dreamed for many years to be used that way and here I was - a man-whore.The pleasure of feeling submissive with all that pressure and joyful pain up my ass was wonderful. Bill was moaning and panting, fucking me.