The Beginning II

That afternoon, he let me leave just a little while before his grandmother returned from work. When he wanted, we would go to his house and do what he wanted. Sometimes we would just watch a movie or talk. Other times, he would have me suck him off.

On other occasions, he would just hug me and we would take a nap. I had trouble sleeping, I didn't want to move and wake him up. I felt his hot breath on my neck and enjoyed it.

On one of those occasions, I ended up dozing off. I woke up with a start when I felt him taking off my pants.

"Hey! Quiet down. Today I'm going to break you in. You got me really horny moving your ass like that."

"What? No, please."

"It's time for you to be my little woman."

I was terrified. I was afraid of the pain, even though I knew it was what was expected and that sooner or later I would have to go through it. The truth is that I wanted to feel him invading me and taking possession of me.

He started to undress and ordered me, yes, he didn't ask, he ordered me to do the same. I felt a great deal of shame, since I had never been naked in front of him, nor had I ever seen him completely naked until that moment.

His body was that of almost a man. Thin, with hair on his chest and legs, broad shoulders. I stood there staring at him with my cheeks on fire.

"If you don't undress, I'll take your clothes off myself."

I undressed trying to cover myself as much as possible while doing it. He made me stand up so he could see me well, while I looked at the ground with anguish and shame. I was afraid he wouldn't like me.

He stood behind me, pressed his already erect penis between my buttocks, and hugged me from behind, grabbing my breasts with his hands.

"You're perfect. You're my faggot, my girl. I like you the way you are," he said, hugging me tightly. "Are you going to be a good girl and give yourself to me?"

I replied almost in a whisper that yes.

" Lie down on your stomach."

I did so. I heard the sound of plastic breaking. I was relieved that he was putting on a condom. Although, honestly, I wouldn't have known how to refuse if he hadn't put one on. Then I felt his wet finger entering my anus. The sensation was unpleasant and invasive, but at the same time, I felt the need to please him. For me, what mattered was having him satisfied.

A few moments later, I felt pressure at the entrance of my rectum. He was slowly introducing the head of his penis. I had trouble relaxing, I still do, but his penis was going in.

At one point, he lost his patience and forced his entire penis in suddenly. I let out a cry. He responded by letting his entire body weight fall on me and covering my mouth with one of his hands, while with the other he hugged me, restricting my movements.

"That's it! Like that! Open up! You see that you like it. You're mine now."

Yes, I liked it. Although ...