Chapter 32: Preparing for the Audience

The soreness settled deep in my ass, a constant throb that made every chair feel like a punishment.

Sunday had been a test of endurance. The wooden kitchen stool sent a spike of discomfort through my core every time I shifted. The couch cushions were better but still pressed against the tender ring of muscle that had been stretched wider than I thought possible. I’d spent most of the day standing, leaning against counters, finding excuses to avoid sitting.

Breakfast had been quick. Pancakes again. I’d eaten standing at the counter, claiming I was in a hurry to finish homework. My mother had raised an eyebrow but said nothing. My father had hidden behind his newspaper, oblivious.

The afternoon crawled. I lay on my stomach on my bed, reading the same paragraph over and over, my mind drifting back to Friday night. The stretch. The burn. The way his cock had filled me so completely. The feeling of his cum flooding my ass, hot and thick, leaking down my thigh as I’d walked to my car.

Now the house was dark. My parents’ bedroom door had clicked shut at 9:47. The pipes had creaked. The silence had settled.

At 10:30, I opened my laptop.

The screen glowed blue-white. The chat room loaded. His message was already waiting.

ProfessorPleasure: Sunday night. I’ve been thinking about you. Tell me what happened.

I shifted on my bed, the movement sending a fresh wave of tenderness through my ass. I pressed my thighs together and felt the echo of the stretch.

CuriousBlonde18: I did it. I took a cock in my ass.

The three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

ProfessorPleasure: Your first time?

CuriousBlonde18: Yes. Raw. He came inside me.

ProfessorPleasure: Tell me everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.

I leaned back against my pillows, the pressure against my sore ass making me wince. I adjusted, shifting onto my hip, and started typing.

CuriousBlonde18: I went to Carl’s on Friday. I told him I wanted the same booth. But this time, when the cock pushed through the hole, I didn’t turn around. I presented my ass. I told him I wanted it there.

ProfessorPleasure: How did he react?

CuriousBlonde18: He asked if I was sure. I said yes. I’d been practicing all week like you told me. Fingers first. Then two. I was ready.

ProfessorPleasure: And when he pushed in?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. The memory was vivid, the pressure, the resistance, the sudden give as the head breached me.

CuriousBlonde18: It hurt. God, it hurt. I felt like I was being torn open. The stretch was so much more intense than my pussy. My eyes were watering. I was gripping the wall so hard my nails left marks. But I didn’t want him to stop.

ProfessorPleasure: And he didn’t stop.

CuriousBlonde18: No. He held still at first, let me adjust. Then I told him to move. I begged him to fuck my ass. And he did.

ProfessorPleasure: How did it feel? The first time a cock filled your ass. Describe it to me.

I closed my eyes. The sensation was still fresh, the fullness, the pressure, the way his shaft had pressed against my insides from a completely new angle.

CuriousBlonde18: It was overwhelming. Every inch felt like a new discovery. I could feel his cock through the wall between my ass and my pussy, it pressed against my pussy from the inside. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit while he fucked me. The dual sensation was ... I can’t describe it. I came when he came inside me.