JUERA MARICON

"Sweetie, I don't think I'm ready yet - I don't think we shou--"

My words were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom head of his rigid cock ripped into me. I screamed in pain and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally helpless - that's how strong he was. I thought I was gonna pass out the pain was so bad, and then it began to subside as the head slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubis bump up against mine. He was in, balls deep. My cherry had been popped! 'This is what it feels like to be a woman!' I thought.

Jose began fucking me with long, slow strokes. I began moving my hips in time with his rythym.
He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorts of filth - every vulgar, filthy sexual thought spewed from my mouth like diarreah. I could feel his strong arms around me so tight I thought he would crack my ribs - and I didn't give a fuck! THIS is what I was born for - to be woman - a whore!

Now we were two naked human beings, together as one, the headboard of our mating bed was pounding against the wall and I was whining and yelling in pure sexual JOY, my skinny white legs wrapped around my mister's bull like neck. Finally, Jose's entire body tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his load deep into my guts. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.
We spent the rest of the weekend in bed. It was like a honeymoon. I was SO in love! When Jose dropped me off at the bus station on Monday morning, we kissed and he promised to see me again next weekend. But I never saw him again. I know he was married, and that he'd been in and out of prison, but that was it for us. I cried for weeks, but eventually I got over him. I hated myself for being weak - for being a faggot - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely straight!