To be honest, all these did not make me uncomfortable or scared. But in reality, they excited me and always made me want to look forward to the next s...ch encounter. I guess my journey for becoming a slut began there.But the biggest leap in my journey happened on a hot summer day when I was alone at home. To cap the bad day, the electricity went out for more than an hour which made me sweat a lot. I was very annoyed and decided to take a nice cool bath. As I finished taking the bath, I realized. The hardest part was first getting it into my ass, since it was not rounded on the end. Once it penetrated me, it was easy riding. I liked having larger objects in my ass but it never quenched my desire for a real cock. I wanted one badly but admit giving up that control of penetration scared me.I had gotten a job through one of my mom's friends. Her husband had been looking for someone to help out with his clothing store located on our town square. It didn't pay well but the hours were. Amber got a glass of Cabernet Savignon and sat beside her daddy. My God, the pain. Tears immediately came to her eyes. She couldn’t sit. “Daddy, I’m too sore to sit. Can I lay down on the couch on my stomach and rest my head in your lap? “Sure, Honey, that would be nice.Amber had only put on a light weight nightie. No panties, they hurt too much. When she lay down, her gown rode up a bit. Jim looked and couldn’t believe how much he had hurt her. All he could see were her upper thighs. They were. You were getting into a car with a pretty redhead.”“It was Jenny McFarland,” Tommy laughed. “We went to a graduation party together.” Picking up two glasses of punch from the table, Tommy handed one to Elizabeth. “What have you been doing for the past eleven years? You still live around here?”“I graduated the year after you, right after I turned sixteen. I’m still surprised you remember me.”“I could never forget a woman as beautiful as you, Elizabeth. The first time I saw you in that history.