The only indication of how thoroughly she had been fucked last night evident in the way she walked like she was sore and hollowed out. I sat in silenc... while she fried eggs and sat them down on the dining room table in front of me.“Just for me huh?” I said, not able to help a smug smirk.“Pa will get mad if I make him food that’ll get cold. He ain't up for a few hours.”I realized then she was only up because I was up. I had gotten up early to check into my flight. This was better than hotel. It was quick and awkward but I knew then that I liked the feeling of having a cock in my ass. That was the only time because Scott felt uncomfortable and knew it wasn't for him but we remained close friends anyways and kept it our secret. I, on the other hand, wanted it again but I wasn't feeling an attraction to anyone I went to school with so I just masturbated a lot with my fingers in my ass. I also started to date girls and got my first blow job at one of the keg parties. I was a swimmer so. I confess the thought just made me more turned-on. As we wandered up and down the aisles, browsing through magazines, reading the backs of DVD cases, occasionally giggling at an exceptionally huge cock, pausing to admire a particularly perfect pair of tits or make ewwww faces at the wee and p*o speciality titles. Then at the back of the store, disappearing around the corner, was a section of the shop with sign saying ‘VIDEO BOOTHS.’ Beneath it there were about half a dozen stalls, looking a bit. I’ll never forget the combination of seeing his cock buried in me, feeling him deep inside and hearing his balls slapping against me as he drove in and out.Our eyes locked and he asked me if was loving it, loving having a cock in my ass, enjoying my first fucking, did I want it harder, deeper, faster; telling me how tight a hole I had and how much he was going to cum.He leaned in and kissed me hard again, leaving his cock deep inside as he rested his body on top of me. My own cock was as hard.