I'm going to tell you the story of how one decision changed my social, sexual, and even family life completely. I'll start from the beginning so they understand each step and why things happened as they did. As an adolescent, I was a bit of a ladies' man, and it was well-known among my friends and at school that I always had a new relationship every two months, looking for a new victim to have a temporary boyfriend, and then leaving her after two months and jumping into another new one. I was very premature and with any girlfriend who would let me, I'd take her to an alley, a hall, my room, or hers, ready to kiss and get intimate wherever she'd let me. I had my first time with a girl around the same age, and from then on, I didn't stop looking for new places to put my cock until a certain point in my life that you'll see later. To be honest, I wasn't very attractive, mainly because I never had a very masculine appearance. Since childhood, I was thin, of medium height, with rounded and flat buttocks (a family trait from my mom's side) and strong legs. A discreet and stylish curve on my waist-hips crowned the unfortunate femininity of my body. What helped me with girls was my face, the typical one for a high school boy, with delicate features that already revealed as a child that this face would never grow a good beard, very white skin, pale (also inherited from my mom) and chestnut hair. Another thing where my masculinity failed me was my cock, more like a girl's, about 9 centimeters long, not thick at all, and completely small when flaccid. It wasn't exactly my pride, but at that age, the girls I had sex with normally hadn't had any other sexual partner before, so they didn't have anything to compare me to and saved me from humiliations. As I grew older, this became a bigger problem, since the girls stopped being as narrow-minded as when they were just starting out in the adolescence, without mentioning that most were very awake and had already had other better-endowed sexual partners than I; this caused me pain and some nervousness during the sexual act, and added to my small size making it difficult to feel any friction on the already worn-out vaginas of the girls who slept with me, especially if I wore a condom, it made it very hard for me to maintain an erection, and more than once I had to pretend that I was done to avoid admitting that I had softened while inside. I tried to remedy this with some success by seeking younger sexual partners than myself, but when I started turning 18 I began to notice that hooking up with underage girls couldn't be a permanent solution. Around this stage of my life I started trying things to explore more of my sexuality and discovered some things about myself that, I think, led to the lifestyle I live now. The first was how much I liked oral sex. With my tongue I was very skilled, as I tried to compensate for what I lacked in other areas, and more than one girl told me that it was rare for me to get down on my knees just to satisfy her with my tongue, that other men never did it so submissive or simply didn't do it at all (but of course they wouldn't resist or complain when I did). And as for receiving it, I don't know if all my partners had bad technique or if they just weren't very sensitive because I masturbated a lot, but I could never finish while they were sucking me off. What made me finish was masturbating while they licked my balls; that's where I was more sensitive and came quite a bit when they did it to me. With my last girlfriend, an 18-year-old girl whom I met when I was 19, it was with her that I let loose experimenting. Starting from my habit of having her lick my balls while I masturbated, I gradually got her used to slowing down until she finally stopped licking me directly in the ass (a rimjob, as they call it) and I came like never before, delighting in discovering how sensitive it was there. I also got her used to having anal sex, which was much easier to feel the friction and pressure on my cock that way, keeping it hard (and since she was so young, I didn't hurt her too much) and coming while penetrating her. Towards the end of our relationship, all our sexual contact revolved around anal play, hers and mine, until the pronounced age difference caused problems with her family and we had to stop seeing each other. As you can imagine, I left very frustrated, knowing it wouldn't be easy to find another young girl willing to do those things with me, plus being confused about my own sexuality. This added to my recently discovered fondness for anal play and my growing sexual appetite that no longer satisfied just masturbating me made me dare to try new and bolder things. The first was obvious: continuing the experimentation. First I would masturbate while putting a feather or something thin in there, using bigger things each time I dared and experimenting with lubricants. It was uncomfortable for me and I couldn't really enjoy it, mainly because I felt like a man and shouldn't be doing those things. I only dared to try when I was sufficiently excited, and after coming immediately I felt uncomfortable and sorry for myself. But of course, this only escalated over time as well. After doing it many times I got used to it, and no longer felt so strange about it like before, and sometimes while masturbating I would discover myself feeling a tingling inside my hole, like wanting to feel something inside to come well. The second step came as an inevitable consequence of the first. My body was very effeminate, as I said, with wide hips, round and firm buttocks and a slender figure and Something stylized. Nothing to do with the prominent pectorals and broad backs of my friends and classmates, they were becoming more masculine over time and I was staying the same. This, along with the mental image of myself inserting fingers, dildos, and thin and rounded bottles behind, led me to imagine myself as a girl, in women's clothes and all, playing with my own ass. The idea would hit me more and more often, and after months I realized that when I saw porn or fantasized about girls from my school, I no longer imagined myself having sex with them; I imagined how it would feel to be them, wearing nice clothes, being subjected and penetrated by strong men, completely used to give pleasure without being able to resist. I didn't have brothers and my parents worked all afternoon, so I had enough time to experiment alone and uninterrupted at home. The family business is selling clothes, and every now and then there would be bags of new clothes in my house that my parents separated and then sold at a local store. It was rare for it to be sexy clothes, clearly, and normally they were too big or too small for me, but sometimes I managed to save some blouse, dress, piece of lingerie; whatever it was, I would hide it before they saw it and store it in some drawer of my room later, to try it on when I was alone. I was left a bit stunned the first time I wore women's clothes. It was much tighter than what I was used to wearing, I felt the fabric pressing against my skin, and just that contact was enough to warm up my entire body. The first times I only saw myself in the mirror a little, and with modesty I can say that despite having some body hair and masculine haircut, my body didn't look bad at all. I had certain reservations about going further, still holding on a bit to my masculinity, but sooner or later I took the third step. I started depilating my body, legs and buttocks, the hairs that were growing in my stomach and arms, not very prominent but noticeable, my armpits, all of it. My eyebrows and eyelashes looked good so I didn't touch them, but the scarce and almost invisible mustache and beard that grew on me made sure to leave it completely shaved. Then came the makeup: I did a horrible job at first and relied entirely on the makeup my mom had in her room, but I quickly learned the trick with lip balm and eyeliner and within a few days I managed to make myself look decent enough. This became half of my life very quickly, and I reached a point where every minute of the day that I was alone I dedicated to dressing up, making up, combining outfits, and above all masturbating while completely dressed and made up. I had accumulated a lot of clothes already, hidden in drawers, boxes, under the bed, wherever I could put them. I loved seeing myself in the mirror, the way the pantyhose got lost in my buttocks, my silhouette with an adjusted dress. I didn't dare to let my hair grow long, as I was still maintaining my image of a man to the public (always wearing long sleeves and pants to hide the depilated parts of my body), but my face with some makeup gave the perfect touch of a girl with short hair. My clitoris would get so hard inside the soft fabric of pantyhose and lingerie, and I would come like never before rubbing it while putting on anything that was long and had a rounded tip behind me. The perversions kept growing, I masturbated daily dressed in the most beautiful clothes I could find, with my lips and eyes painted, sometimes alone, sometimes watching transsexual or transgender porn, envying their value for surrendering so much to their sexual desire. But as I surrendered more to my new passion, I became more confident and less careful, and one day when I had just turned 18 years old I got careless and my mom found me in my room, with a skirt and blouse, makeup, the whole setup. I was dying of shame, but she said He put on a serious face and started with the typical mom's speech. As I had suspected, it wasn't anything bad, she accepted me as I was, she would talk to my dad. She asked some details, if I only liked dressing up like this, if I liked girls or not, that kind of thing. I confessed that I simply didn't feel like a man anymore, that some girls still seemed nice to me and that in reality I wasn't interested in men (and this wasn't too far from the truth, what caused me was sexual curiosity but they didn't attract me enough for a relationship or something), but that I had been dressing up like this and putting on makeup secretly when I was alone at home, and that I simply felt myself when I was like that, like a girl. With my dad it was more complicated. There had always been some distance between him and me, since he was a classic country boy, taller than me, with a broad back and strong arms, not someone muscular but a big and strong man, and I had always been a thin, effeminate boy without common interests with him. That's why it was the ultimate betrayal for him that I decided to identify as a girl; I wasn't present when my mom told him, but I could hear them talking behind his bedroom door. He didn't have a very aggressive reaction, but it was obvious he didn't agree and didn't want to accept that his only son preferred dressing up like a girl, not having kids, all those things. The next day my mom came to my room to tell me she had talked to him, that everything was fine and we could start redecorating my room and closet if I agreed. We got rid of most of my clothes and in the following days we started buying new things, already my size, to put on. At first, some people would stare at me on the street, especially those who already knew me, but honestly, I'm not exaggerating when I say that my face is very feminine, and when we went to a market or square many people wouldn't They seemed to realize I was a boy in a dress and makeup. I used hair extensions at first, but over time my hair grew and I could style it a bit or make a ponytail, and most people just assumed I was a girl like any other. Adding to that were my exercises, which had defined my figure, silhouette, and even attracted silly glances from several men, which I loved. I didn't take hormones or anything similar mainly because I was afraid of losing my sexual appetite, but honestly, I didn't need them. To anyone's eyes, I was a well-behaved, thin, and flat girl who was also curvy and pretty. My mom had made my dad promise to talk to me about the topic. He became more distant at first, but after months, he simply went back to normal, treating me exactly the same as before, without any special or different attitude. It was clear that it cost him to accept it, but also clear that he was trying. But the crucial moment that changed my life forever came a good while later. Already about a year and a half had passed since my change stopped being a secret; by school regulations and to avoid problems, I continued wearing boy's uniform until I finished high school, but when I entered university, I fully transitioned as a woman. Most of my friends before my change were women, and neither they nor the few men I talked to reacted negatively to my change; all I got sometimes were certain awkward glances from some of those men, but it seemed to me that they were more from insecure attraction than rejection. But one of the people who didn't look at me with anything but boldness and perversion was my uncle, my dad's brother. If my dad was a macho man who thought... field, my uncle was a thousand times more so; just as tall as my dad, a big guy, with strong arms and belly, some beard, always dressed in masculine clothing with pants and shirts, brown belt, boots or shoes. He was the typical loud drinker, very foul-mouthed and somewhat coarse and inappropriate. My parents took care of informing my relatives about my change gradually; some took it well, others not so much, but those who took it well were the ones we frequented more, so the rest didn't matter to me much. The exception was my uncle. He didn't take it badly, actually, but with humor; too much humor, as since we told him he didn't lose any opportunity to mock me, confident that neither my mom nor I would dare criticize his behavior openly. And on top of that, my dad, who didn't entirely approve of my change, took my uncle discreetly as a ally and, although he didn't laugh directly at me, laughed at my uncle's jokes and the only time I tried to complain just told me it was all jokes and not to take it to heart. One day there was a party at our house for another uncle's birthday (one who didn't bother me). We had already had several family gatherings where everyone saw me changed, and it wasn't any surprise anymore, but this time something was different; since before the guests arrived I felt somewhat nervous because, due to coincidences and other problems, most of the guests were almost exclusively older men (uncles, great-uncles and my grandparents). Normally in these gatherings I would stay socializing with my aunts and cousins or with my mom, but this time my mom wasn't going to be present due to work things, and the only women invited were two aunts, typical farm wives, voiceless and voteless, submissive. What I'm getting at is that there was no one for me to defend myself and stay safe. The first problem was deciding what to wear; at that moment I cursed my idea of getting rid of almost all my men's clothes and using almost pure light and feminine clothing. It was very hot, so putting on a sweater or jacket would have been suicide, and in the end I decided to put on a strapless dress, something short, white, and with yellow and red flowers. I wore a bra and a garter belt underneath, both white, and sandals of the same color. It was something simple, light, and suitable for the occasion; I had chosen that dress in particular because it wasn't tight and I felt more protected not showing off the curves of my body. My hair was loose, already at that point it reached a little below my shoulders. Later I regretted this choice of clothing, however, since due to the heat my dad placed several fans in the patio of the house where we were all, and I had to be careful so that the air wouldn't lift up my dress and the men wouldn't see my underwear. -Look, the favorite niece has arrived –my uncle exclaimed loudly when I came out of my room. Instantly all eyes fixed on me; my uncle knew perfectly well what was going to happen and that it would make me nervous. I felt my face hot with shame and annoyance, and before I could do anything my uncle got up and kept shouting. -Come here and give me a hug. I forced myself to smile, trying not to show how nervous I was in my steps, and when I was close enough I extended my hand to greet him, but as he took my hand he pulled me towards him, planting a strong and loud kiss on my cheek, brushing against the corner of my lips. -Wow, almost in the mouth. But there wouldn't be a problem, right? Now you must like kissing men –he exclaimed, causing some uncomfortable laughter from the rest of the guests. -Oh uncle, you always with your nonsense –I said to him, trying to smooth things over, but the tone didn't come out and I only managed to make him smile when he noticed my voice was shaking. -Well, even when you were a kid you used to greet me with a kiss. And you're already grown up, right? Do you remember? All your cousins were little boys and you kept doing it, greeting men with a kiss. You wanted something –he said with an insinuating gesture, causing more open laughter around. -And you let yourself go, well done, and now alone you're kissing me –I replied laughing, trying to gain ground. -Well, the girl's face was already yours –he answered; there was a burst of laughter and my dad let out a low laugh-, you were missing makeup and hair, that's all. And so, it's not a problem now, is it? With what you say about not being a mariconsita, you're a real girl. The whole afternoon passed like this, taking advantage of any excuse to call me mariconsita, niñita, nenita, whatever name came to mind. At first it was something bearable, since most people were only laughing awkwardly and uncomfortably, even looking at me with sympathy sometimes, but by the time night fell they had drunk a lot and were laughing openly at me and what my uncle was saying.
Oh, this girl is pretty, isn't she? he said when we started dinner, sitting down beside me. -Because you're wearing very little makeup. I'm telling you, the girl's face was already yours –he said, putting his hand on my leg as laughter rang out around us. -Well... -I began to say, but my voice sounded very weak and I didn't think of anything intelligent to say at the moment. -Do you do your makeup yourself? Do you buy it or ask your mom for it yet? –I said, slapping him on the back to move him away from me, but he didn't budge a bit. -Yes, is that right? Now everyone can eat, or my niece will eat her sausages –he went on, addressing the whole table, bursting into loud laughter that everyone joined in.
I passed a very good time before the laughter died down at the table. My aunts were inside the house and my dad was grilling outside, and being alone there I felt like my face was turning red with shame... The powerlessness of not being able to say anything. -If you look at my face like a hungry little girl –he whispered to me discreetly, taking advantage of the noise at the table-. But I think that with my piece of meat you'll be full anyway. I froze from head to toe; I felt a mix of nerves and fear and must have turned pale. Even my cheeks were trembling, and any hunger I had disappeared immediately. -Hey, and speaking of sausages and pieces of meat –my uncle continued-, where's yours? Don't tell me you have something hanging down there with that princess face. Is it so small that you prefer to be a girl? I couldn't take it anymore and got up immediately, pushing my chair back, but just as I turned around, my uncle took the bottom of my dress and lifted it up, exposing my ass, only in underwear, to everyone's view. As I said before, the lower half of my body was very feminine even before my change, and after spending time with my new identity, after many diets and exercises, my legs were very well toned, and my round, firm, and large butt stood out sensually framed by my wide hips and narrow waist. It was already late when I realized what was happening, and as I turned my head again, I couldn't move for a moment; the laughter slowly died down, and although some looked away, most were staring at my ass directly, mesmerized and with eyes full of perversion. I felt like I was dying being exposed in front of friends and family, all drunk and looking at me with lust, and as I could, I recovered and ran almost to my room. I slammed the door behind me and went straight to bed, pulled off my dress, put on a nightgown and a sweater, got under my blankets, and stayed there for a while, shivering and crying from rage, fear, and impotence, feeling humiliated until I got tired and fell asleep, still listening to conversations, shouts, and music outside, already almost midnight. I didn't know the exact moment I fell asleep, but I woke up very hot, with my heavy clothes on and under my blankets. I threw off the blanket and saw the clock on my wall, which was already marking 3am. I looked out the window from my balcony and saw that there was no one below or cars parked in the street, and I felt an inner calm knowing everyone had left. I sat on my bed for a while, calming down, and when I felt better I took off my clothes, leaving only my bra and underwear on, realizing I was sweaty and had a lot of hunger; I hadn't eaten well when I ran away from the table hours earlier. I took a breath and stood up, looking for my key to go downstairs; I wanted to get something to eat and see if I could find something light to eat, at least to calm my hunger and keep sleeping. I went down the stairs carefully not to make noise and not wake up my dad, passed through the living room and entered the kitchen. Just as I was about to open the refrigerator I heard a voice behind me that made me cold. Hello niece -my uncle said from the entrance of the kitchen- and before I finished turning around to see him I heard the click of the door closing. I wanted to run or scream, but that door was the only exit and when I tried to speak my voice got stuck in my throat and no sound came out. I started shaking and stood still, seeing him as he approached me. Why did you leave me alone outside? You can't even take a joke. Look, I had to stay here and sleep to see if I could apologize to you. -I tried to open my mouth again but couldn't- Oh well, no, I'm lying. It wasn't all a joke. I don't know how your mom managed to give birth to you like that, but you're more beautiful than my daughters -he said, bending down a little and taking my chin with one hand, looking me straight in the eye-. You didn't even let me finish eating, did you? Come, bend down so I can feed you. He took me. From the shoulders and he started pushing me down, slowly but firmly, and although I tried to resist I was very weak and ended up falling to my knees on the floor. My face was just in front of the front part of his pants, and I saw without moving how he took off his belt, lowered his zipper and his boxers a little and pulled out, thus without more, a cock three times longer and thicker than mine, with a fat head and large veins along its trunk. He took me by the face with one hand, making me look up at him, and with the other he took his dick and started rubbing it on my face and lips. I felt or thought I felt disgust for a second, but soon realized that the strong smell of his thing and how hot it felt on my skin didn't cause any unpleasant sensation. -I know this is what you want, slut –he said, putting the tip directly in my lips and starting to push a little-. You're doing this for this, you made yourself a girl, you want a real man to get down on his knees and do this to you. He kept pushing, and I don't know if I opened my mouth or he pushed it inside, but after a few seconds I had my mouth wide open with half of his cock inside. Just feeling his thick trunk inside was starting to put my mind in the blank, feeling the line of his glans on my tongue, and by instinct I started sucking slowly and moving my tongue around him, looking at him with submission and direct fear in his eyes. -Do you see that yes, little faggot? –he said, looking at me with a strange desperation, a mix of excitement, disgust, rage, and ridicule. He started taking slow steps back, pushing my face slowly to pull out his cock from my mouth, and I couldn't help myself; I got firm and took his legs with my hands to push him towards me, putting his cock even deeper in my mouth. I felt his hand hit my cheek suddenly; a loud slap that put my vision in the blank followed by an identical one and then another. My cheek was throbbing with heat and pain, but I did everything I could to keep her cock in my mouth and continue licking and sucking it. As the pain subsided and my ears stopped vibrating, I began to listen again, but this time I realized she was mocking me. -Don't you want to let go of the cock, slut? -she said, giving me a final slap that left me dazed, but what she said was true; I couldn't resist that instinct, and I didn't want to. I needed to feel her inside my mouth, feel that salty taste running down my tongue; I felt a delicious warmth spreading across my forehead, chest, legs just knowing I was like this, on my knees, being beaten and humiliated in this way. I don't know how long I was eating her cock and barely could hear her insults: maricona, slutty, slut, little girl, sweet girl, all the things that came to mind; I only nodded, as if I wanted to shout yes, yes I am, I'm all that and more, but I couldn't pronounce a word because of the monster in my throat. I only know that at some point she had me taken very firmly by the head with both hands, thrusting her cock into my mouth, touching the back of my throat, and I received it gladly without complaining or even a little bit, despite how hard it was to breathe like this, so much that I was getting dizzy. Finally, I felt the tip of her cock touch the back of my throat and her balls hit my chin, and without thinking, I raised a hand to caress them, feeling as reward a caress on my hair and a deep and grave moan from her part. -Ah, slutty, ah, what a yummy mouth you have -she said, starting to lose strength in her legs, causing a warm sensation that melted me when she praised me like this. Then I felt a terrible excitement filling me up knowing exactly what was about to happen. I felt one, two, three, four, five shots of abundant and hot semen fill my mouth slowly; the taste was something delicious, warm and slightly sweet, there was no comparison with the flavor I had come to feel when licking a girl's vagina; it had a super strong essence and aroma that flooded all my senses and I couldn't think of anything else. I tried to swallow it all desperately, feeling my mouth fill up again instantly with each new discharge from his cock, licking its glans like a madwoman and playing with its frenulum to make him enjoy more. Finally, the pulsations of his cock slowed down gradually, and only a thin thread of thick semen remained dripping from the corner of my lips that I quickly sucked in not to lose even a little bit of that delicious cum. I dared to look at him again, putting a timid smile on my lips, a smile of satisfaction and pleasure, seeking approval, seeking him to tell me again that my mouth was very yummy, and received another strong slap on my left cheek. He took me by the neck with one hand and pulled me up, forcing me to stand up; in front of him, I reached about the height of his shoulders. -Did you take it all? –he asked, and quickly nodded again, suppressing a smile to fulfill his next order-. Show me. Obediently, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue; I must have looked super erotic, panting, moaning slightly, and, I realized in the moment, drooling, salivating heavily from the delicious cum I had just taken. And I suppose I looked so erotic and lovely that it made him lose control even more: soon he rushed at my mouth and began to kiss me desperately, sucking my tongue and biting my lips, and squeezing my buttocks with his hands. I felt super small like this in front of him, being handled so firmly and strongly, feeling the whole warmth of his body enveloping me, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, my panty slipped into the middle of my buttocks while he touched and squeezed them and gave strong buttocks that made me involuntarily let out involuntary moans. -How many times have you been caught slut? –he said, gasping for air, breathing very rapidly, as if he were very annoyed- How many times have you been raped by this bum? -Never –I replied as best I could, between his kisses-. Never, dude. -You're a lying slut –he said, taking me by the neck and kissing me with more force-. You made yourself a girl to get caught, don't believe it. -Yes, dude, that's what I want –I said with a weak voice, speaking with great difficulty due to his fingers closed around my neck-. But nobody has done it to me yet. I swear. I'm still a virgin. He looked at me for a few seconds from top to bottom, as if doubting, but didn't break eye contact with him and could notice that he believed my words. And it was true; outside of my own games and masturbation, I hadn't even kissed a man yet, let alone had sex with someone. He lowered his gaze again and looked directly at my cock, a little hard lump inside my pantaloons, and then looked at me again. -Get it out –he said authoritatively. Obediently, I inserted my fingers into the sides of my undergarment and slid it down. It was completely smooth, with no hair in sight. My little dick jumped up, pointing upwards, good hard-on and with the head slightly wet and half-covered by my foreskin. My uncle looked at me fixedly, let out a mocking laugh and before I could react he grabbed it with one hand and took my other hand to put it around his. -This is a real cock, from a man –he said, moving my small hand that was missing one or two centimeters to completely encircle his enormous package-. This isn't. This is funny. With this you can't catch a woman, it's funny –he said, squeezing my little dick harder, covering it completely with all and my balls with his big and heavy hand-. This is a girl's cock. -Yes, dude –I said, between moans, starting to slowly masturbate him with the hand I had around his cock-. I'm a girl. He let out My little shame to give me another slap, but this time it was a bit less strong. Anyway, I hurt and felt my cheek redden, but I didn't stop masturbating him despite the blow and looked at him with a smile. -Are you going to screw me like your women, dude? –I asked, almost surprised by myself for how foxy my voice sounded. He looked at me for a moment, also surprised, and a perverse smile drew on his lips. He was extremely excited, it was obvious from the size and hardness of his weapon despite having just come in my mouth, but he also noticed some hatred and resentment in his expression and way of speaking and looking at me. -You're a slut . Daughter of a slut , you're more beautiful than all your cousins –he said, seeing how possessed I was by his lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, hair-. Daughter of a slut –he said again, giving some looks to my belly and little shame, and then began kissing me again. -Dude, someone is going to see us –I said between the kissing that was getting me excited-. If my mom wakes up we'll find her here. He looked at me fixedly and gave me a strong slap on my little shame, which despite the blow only had a small spasm of pleasure, and took hold of my hair from behind my head, planting another kiss. -I know you don't want to miss the opportunity, slut –he said, biting my lips, and quickly unbuttoned his boxers, undid his pants and barely had time to take off my own underwear when he began walking dragging me by my hair behind him. I can't even start to describe how excited I felt at that moment. When I still thought I was a man, it always bothered and annoyed me a lot to have to be the dominant one during sex, having to kiss a woman, get on top of her, do the work even if she was a little more active than normal. The dominant role simply didn't suit me and I always felt clumsy and ridiculous trying to take it, and feeling this way now, completely under the control of a man, being dragged by the hair while I was being taken to my room, knowing perfectly well that I was going to get it there as much as I wanted, had me accelerated and with all my face hot from excitement. We entered my room and my uncle only let go of me for a few seconds to lock the door with a chain, and then he pounced on me again, throwing me down onto my bed and kissing me all over, kissing my lips, cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders, licking and biting wherever he pleased. It was suffocating to feel his entire body heat surrounding me, and I got too excited looking down and seeing my little thing rubbing against his big and thick cock. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest imagining that all that flesh was going to be inside me very soon, imagining that someone was finally going to take away my anal virginity. And that moment didn't take long to arrive. -Get down on all fours–my uncle said, getting off me and taking off all his clothes, and I felt myself completely resigned to this being my life from now on. I turned around and did what he asked, holding myself up with my knees and elbows, arching my back and bouncing my butt like so many times I had seen girls do it in porn and like so many times I had practiced alone at home, fantasizing about the moment I was living right now, and almost felt testosterone leaving my body felt his hands take hold of my waist, and even more when I felt the warm and wet head of his cock touch my closed butt. -Slut mom–he exclaimed with desperation, giving me a slap-. You have a better ass than my wife did when she was young. Now you'll know what you're getting yourself into, sweet girl. It's very hard to describe in words the sensation that filled me after that, the sensation that so many girls must feel each time someone fucks them. I expected it to hurt a lot, since that's the universal consensus about anal sex, but I suppose... anal masturbation had accustomed me enough to be stretched from the inside. I only felt a very light heat inside my bum as his cock opened me up more and more, making me feel super full on the inside; it was a rather rare sensation, not uncomfortable but new, since the biggest thing that had been inside me were feathers and fingers, and my uncle's cock was much bigger than any of those things. But two things stood out among all else; the heat, so hot that I felt like I was burning from the inside, and a tingling very deep inside my bum that made me feel like I was having a constant orgasm, a tingling in a point inside me that I had never reached with fingers or feathers or anything. -Ah, slutty –my uncle sighed, and almost could hear him losing his breath-. Ah, my slut, how tight you are, how yummy my girl, how tasty your bum is... His words made me feel like I was losing control even more. He was slowly putting it in and I got scared a little when I felt like it wasn't going to end, that it would keep going in and opening me up, and a little panic began to enter me as I realized there was no turning back; I was being taken, I was being penetrated and dominated by a man bigger, stronger and with a cock bigger than mine, I was being taken and although I wanted to repent and try to stop it, I had no way of defending myself, I could only let him take me with my consent or be violated. Any opportunity to go back to how things were before, to become a man again, any possibility of recovering my masculinity was disappearing completely with each centimeter of his hard and hot cock that entered me. But in that moment I felt him leaning forward and putting his body on top of me, taking hold of my neck with one hand and kissing my shoulders and neck from behind, and all my doubts and fears stopped mattering when I felt his pelvis crash against my bum, indicating that he had it all the way inside me, and more. when it started moving. I don't know how long he kept holding onto me like that, with all his strength, with a violence maybe never used on anyone else before. I was a mess of sensations: the satisfaction of finally having my fantasy fulfilled by being screwed by a man, the almost electric pleasure each thrust gave me as it hit my bum, the mix of physical sensations - heat, being opened up from inside, his bites on my neck and shoulders, his kisses, his spanks, the force with which he held my waist, the lack of air when he took hold of my throat, the pain when he pulled my hair... But mainly it was rage and shame that filled me up. Deep down I hated the situation I was in; I hated being treated like this, I hated being screwed so hard and lustfully by my uncle, by a man as disgusting and odious as he, by a man who spent his whole afternoon and night insulting me and making fun of me for being who I am, a person so macho and arrogant. I hated that he had spent the whole evening and night insulting me and making fun of me and stayed in my house with just one goal: to harass me, to rape me if necessary, to possess my body which I cared about so much simply because it pleased him and because he could, because he was bigger and stronger and I couldn't defend myself. I hated his horrible cock so huge, so hard, so hot, hated that he was screwing me so tasty and that I liked it so much, and that surely with that cock many women had become addicted to him and all were looking for him to screw them again and again despite his horrible and disgusting way of being. But what I hated most was my own submission, not defending myself or trying to stop him while he kept penetrating my bum over and over, using my body like a doll to give himself pleasure. Despite everything he did, despite who I know he is, I didn't resist at all. His advances and at the first I accepted all his cock in my mouth, at the first I sucked it and caressed his balls and let him put it in until my throat and swallowed all his semen while he told me I was a slutty and a slut, at the first I obeyed and got down on all fours so he could stick his cock in from behind as much as he wanted. I hated having given him what he wanted and hated the humiliation of giving him what he wanted, but at the same time that anger and courage and humiliation excited me even more feeling like this, so used, so girl and slut like he said, so submissive and delivered to a man like him. -I want to see your face, slut. I didn't know how much time had passed, but my head returned to reality to immediately fulfill his order, like the sweet girl submissive that I had become; I felt the air leave my chest when he suddenly pulled out his cock from inside me, leaving me very open and exhausted lying on my stomach in bed, but I myself hastened to turn over, ending up lying on my back, lifting my knees to the sides of my face by instinct and holding them there with my hands so he could take me missionary position. -Ah, dude –I finally moaned when I felt his cock enter again, feeling how from that position it rubbed even more exactly where it made me feel pleasure still-. I feel like I'm going to finish, I'm... I couldn't finish speaking, but I saw his face light up as if he had just had a new idea; one that I didn't take long to discover. In the same position, he took my waist with his hands and lifted me up, putting himself on his feet a little, so my head was in bed but my ass was in the air, and he was almost standing, holding me like that and still taking me. -Tell me when you're going to finish –he ordered, and began to take me even harder before I could ask why. At that moment, I had already been holding back too long; as I said, each of his thrusts felt like a mini orgasm, but I was getting to a point where I couldn't hold on much longer. I realized that I had been holding back because a part of me felt it would be humiliating to end like this, without touching my cock, just being penetrated over and over again; it's something I'd seen many times in porn videos, but I didn't think it could happen to me, especially not on my first time. But my body didn't care what I thought, and when I felt myself about to cum, I told him like he asked. -Yeah, yeah, yeah –I moaned desperately-. What...? I couldn't finish my question. Just as the first yeah, my uncle quickly took my hard cock with one hand and pointed it straight at my face, making all my semen fall on me, covering my cheeks, nose, and dripping onto my lips. It was too much what I was releasing; it wasn't as much as he'd released inside my mouth, of course, but it was a lot and very thick compared to what I normally cummed. -Open your mouth –he ordered-, swallow it all. He leaned me back with his weight, bringing my cock closer to my mouth, and out of instinct and fear I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to receive the rest of my own semen there. I was really surprised by the amount and thickness of my own cum. At that moment, I convinced myself that there was no going back; I'd never be able to function like a man again after having lived such pleasure, after knowing how delicious it felt to give myself to a man who would submit me, dominate me, take me however he wanted, hit and humiliate me and make me swallow my own semen. I felt stupid for wasting so much semen on napkins or in the sink; it was rich, delicious. It didn't have the strong taste of a man's cum that mine had, hot and thick, but anyway it was very... Thick and it had a tasty flavor, between sweet and salty, and I felt it was too erotic, too feminine, pathetic and mariconita to be drinking my own semen so deliciously. Normally after having an orgasm I would feel that familiar pain, that sensation of not wanting more, but feeling the taste of my semen in my mouth, feeling a little bit still on my face and lips and having my uncle so excited holding me still, touching all my pleasure points with his cock, kept me excited for a very good time longer, all the time my uncle needed to finish himself. He put me back down on the bed, taking a more comfortable missionary position, he squeezed my neck with one hand and started slapping me with the other, inhaling and exhaling very quickly, like desperate, until I heard the same deep and grave moan again that he let out when he finished in my mouth. -I'm going to fill you –he said, gasping-, I'm going to fill you slutty... I was sorry how loud I was screaming feeling him finish, how feminine my voice sounded, but I couldn't help it because it was clear how excited he was listening to me like that. He put his cock all the way in, right inside, and I felt every spasm, every jet flooding me from the inside out, filling my whole bum with cum very hot, as if he were marking his territory like that. He collapsed on top of me, staying lying on my body for a few minutes, making it hard for me to breathe; I was really gasping and screaming a lot, already without air or energy, exhausted, and with every moan my voice sounded like I was really a slutty scared. Finally he got up, pulling his cock out of me (but still very big even so, flaccid) and started getting dressed while I tried to breathe again. -No one is going to find out about this, is that clear? –he told me after a few minutes, already dressed, taking my neck and cutting off my breathing again. -Yes, yes, no one –I hurried to answer as best I could, in a voice interrupted by gasps, and when I tried to smile at him with I felt a strong slap that disconnected my mind for a few seconds. -You're a slut –he continued, giving me a direct punch to the chin, making me bite my lip from the inside myself-. You give me disgust. Your dad didn't know how to educate you, so you ended up like this, but you were already born a slut –he said, and I started feeling blood coming out where I bit myself, a metallic taste in my mouth and a thread dripping down my lips and chin-. You only serve for them to grab you. That's why you were born –he repeated, his face very close to mine, and I really started to feel scared-. But no one will take you as well as me, is that clear? I'll come and take you when I want to. He pushed me towards the bed, still holding my neck, and pressed my face against the pillow, hurting my throat. -This ass is going to be mine when I want it –he said, giving me very hard slaps that made me want to scream from pain, but my mouth was covered with the pillow. I really felt scared, feeling my body so delicate, so light and thin being mistreated like this, so much that I started crying, but my little thing getting hard again confirmed how masochistic I was becoming-. It doesn't matter how many they take you, you'll be mine when I want to. Finally he let me go, but stopped a bit before leaving my room to see my tears and my hard little thing. -Look, crying from fear –he said, mocking, caressing my face-. Like a scared little girl. That's how I like it. Cry like that the next time if you want me to take you harder. He gave me one last slap and finally left, closing the door, leaving me exhausted and out of breath, scared and excited from that last round of slaps and mistreatment, and despite the tiredness I couldn't help but masturbate again, pulling my little thing with desperation until I finally came, releasing all my cum onto my hand so I could take it all in my mouth. Her inside and with her semen starting to come out, with my own semen starting to dry on my face, but how could I stop myself with shaky legs, tripping twice before reaching the door to lock it and finally returning to my bed and falling asleep like that, hurt, sore, almost dead from exhaustion but totally satisfied, well-fucked, and fell asleep in a few minutes thinking about the life I had just gotten into, in which this was barely the first time of all those I would get caught up in like this or even stronger, in which I had truly become a girl and on top of that a slut, one who would never feel satisfied with normal sex, slow and beautiful, because my own uncle had taught me the incomparable pleasure of being mistreated, humiliated, and used as a sexual object.
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