Sexually Active Story (My First Time)

I had years.

In those times, my body was very slender, no more than one meter and fifty centimeters tall.

He was light, I think he weighed around 35 kilograms or almost 40 kilograms.

I had body hair but my mother kept me shaved all over my body.

My butt was always more pronounced like a girl's, my penis showed up quite larger than the average of boys that age.

I was a virgin until my mother sold me to the neighbor.

He was a stout man, almost one meter and ninety centimeters tall.

Over a hundred kilograms and spectacularly hairy.

More than twenty-five years have passed since that man raped my virginity.

Now I'm 38 years old, bisexual, I have a 24-year-old daughter and another 22-year-old daughter.

They are prostitutes (that's another topic).

I still have erections when I remember the moments I spent with him.

It was during the summer.

I remember the stifling heat of her house.

A house quite large with one floor and a well-maintained spacious backyard.

Both his house and garden were my responsibility to keep it well taken care of and clean.

The neighborhood is poor and forgotten by authorities due to the gangs of narcs that dominated and still do.

My mother agreed on the value of my sexual services without saying a word to me.

I'm sending myself to his house with the pretext that he owes me money.

Knock on her door, she invites me in and slams it shut.

He smiles and notices he's naked with an impressive erection.

With one arm around my waist, he easily takes me to his room.

She sits and reclines on her lap, lowers my shorts and starts hitting my backside with force.

With her enormous open hand she spanked me until I cried and begged her to stop.

I try to resist but her strength is tremendous.

He retains me without problems.

For some minutes it continues and tells me in my ear.

You're mine, I offered your mother money that she couldn't refuse.

I'll use you as a servant and my slut for many months.

With that, he starts laughing out loud.

Get out my clothes, leaving me standing naked.

Contemplate my body for a moment, take out a body oil from your cabinet and apply it all over my body, covering me with that scented vanilla oil.

Her hands run over my body stopping at my vagina and anus.

With her caresses my vagina reacts and gets wet with her massages on my clitoris, while her other hand gently explores the area of my anus.

I already know what's going to happen.

For years my mother taught me everything about sex with men, women and animals.

I did what I always told myself to do.

Open your legs and lift your butt.

I did that.

He kisses my lips intensely.

Massage my vagina and stimulate my anus.

He makes me come in his hand and his middle finger inside of me.

My owner, he rubs my ass with his cock in my anus and his penis.

I see your powerful erection.

A garrote.

That's what I see.

A venous garrote, pulsating.

He gets on top of his bed, he arranges me like a slut, opens my buttocks, I turn my head to see what he's doing with my ass, I feel his penis penetrating my virginity.

It was painful.

Severe pain.

Try to escape.

But his strength prevented him from being able to do anything.

Her hands were firm on my waist pulling me towards him with energy.

I suppose he didn't notice my intention to get away.

My body doesn't deliver any resistance.

There I was, my first sexual relationship.

My virgin anus.

Penetrated by a huge 40-year-old man.

The pain decreased and pleasure was increasing, my penis remained at rest due to the previous ejaculation.

In each thrust I feel his penis in the deepest part of my intestines.

A piercing pain every time it crashes into me until my buttocks touch its body

My owner makes me spin and puts my feet on his shoulders, I stretch out my arms towards the headboard of the bed and my cries of pain turned into pleasure.

That ends within my entrails.

I feel his semen.

He's rendered out on my body.

Retire his penis with softness curiously clean.

A moment later, his semen begins to be expelled from my anus.

I feel the liquid between my buttocks and I lean back against his side.

I cry.

I Cry Silently.

He hugs me.

It consoles me.

He tells me sweet things.

It makes me smile.

I'm your wife.

This is where my submission begins and I become your toy.

He makes me wear slut clothes.

Innerwear and cage skirt.

To take care of her home, our home.

Those months were nice.

I remember it with tenderness.

I had a lot of sex with him and his friends.

We maintained relationships for many years, but the most precious memory was those months when I lived for him.