Giving myself

When I awoke in the morning I was alone. The room reeked of sex and my bed sheets were drenched in cum and sweat, as was I.

I got up, again reminded of my new place as I felt the nerves in my sore, cum-filled ass ping and jolt. In fact, so alien were the feelings my freshly broken hole were giving me that as I took all of the soiled sheets downstairs I found myself swinging my hips wide, the movement accentuating the new found sensation in my backside. As much as it shamed me, there was no denying the pleasure I felt as I sashayed around, my slick, new-formed asshole tingling when even just moving slightly.

Fortunately my parents were at work so I quickly took the opportunity to wash the sheets and hide the evidence of my deflowering. There was no sign of Tony, which was good - it gave me time to think. Or maybe that wasn't good, as my mind was a muddle of conflicting thoughts. I was shocked and frankly ashamed at what had happened, never having thought that I would sleep with a man, let alone one more than twice my age. Yet, as I moved about tidying up the place I found myself reliving the previous night in my head as I swung my hips to feel those pleasurable sparks inside.

I eventually showered and again found myself enjoying my body in a new way. Sliding my hands over my skin somehow felt different, especially when I imagined it was Tony stroking my ass, and reaching back to explore my no longer virgin hole was a thrill, each touch making me want to be taken again.

It was late afternoon when, as I was tidying around the kitchen Tony arrived home. When I looked at him in the light of day I froze, my emotions so conflicted that I simply shut down. He was a pretty good looking guy, tall and although a little overweight he held it well. His stubble was gone, he must have shaved in the morning, the thought of his clean shaven cheek brushing my neck causing me to shiver.

He must have seen the conflict in me as after a few moments of silence he simply said, "Come with me." Of course, I complied immediately, dropping what I was doing and following him to his car. We drove for quite a while, me all the time wondering where he was taking me. Eventually the car slowed and he pulled up.