Chapter 1

I woke, the greasy pre-dawn light coming through the window; I thought I heard something downstairs in the shop. I got out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Maria. Her full breasts rose and fell with comfortable regularity under the thin sheet, her thick black hair spilled across her pillow as I pulled on a robe and crept downstairs.

There was someone there; a huge dark shape standing just inside the door. I switched on the light. It was Miguel; my boss. Maria’s husband.

“Jesus! Miguel, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “Where have you been?”

“Hello Steve. Germany.” He said wearily. “Trying to make some money to keep the pharmacy afloat.”

He turned on the coffee machine, filling the grounds with familiarity that he could easily have forgotten in the three years he’d been away.

“But why didn’t you tell us where you were?” I pressed, thinking about his hot wife who I’d just left in bed.

“Things have been difficult.” He said evasively. “So how have things been going here?”

“Not so well.” I said, my mind flooding with terror and relief at his return. “We can’t get new stock until we pay our last four invoices. The health ministry hasn’t paid us in a year, and we’re running out of everything.”

“That’s what I hear.” He said, “It’s the crisis. But there’s been some good news, right? I hear I have a new baby.”

My mind tried to work faster, but there was no way to spin it. His wife had gotten pregnant a year after he left.

He loomed above me, and put a powerful hand on my shoulder. “I gave you my daughter, but you took my wife as well, didn’t you?” he asked in a soft voice that belied his strength. I couldn’t tell if he was going to hug me or kill me. He had the capability for both.

Part 1; my boss’s daughter

I’d first come to the little Spanish coastal village in 2008. It was exactly what I dreamed of; great surfing, rural tranquility, small village charm, the great Mediterranean climate. Little white houses with tile roofs, small winding cobblestone lanes, even the occasional old guy with a donkey.

My UK diploma was accepted, I spoke good Spanish, and I got a job as an assistant pharmacist. The pay was dismal, but it was nearly enough to get by if I was careful. My hours were flexible, so when the conditions were right I could almost always take time off to go surfing. I was 25 years old, and that was what I wanted to do.

I rented a little apartment for 6 months, but I’d have to move out when tourist season started. I felt fantastic about being there, living in that beautiful corner of this ugly world. I surfed, seduced tourist girls, hung out with my surf friends, and generally had a great time. It was the life I’d dreamed of during the boring years of school I’d endured in cold grey England.

Miguel was a friendly sort, and lived above the pharmacy with his wife Maria and their 17 year old daughter, Rafaela a.

Rafaela a was gorgeous and flirtatious; generous with her dazzling smiles which she bestowed on everyone, old and young, man and woman. She just brightened everyone’s day, and of course she brightened mine.

She was petit, with rich black hair and the cutest little button nose god had ever created.

There were hardly any young people living in the village, most had moved away to find work. Rafaela a would be special anywhere, but she was extra bright in the aging community. She and her mother both worked in the shop part time.

Maria was more solid; taller, broader, with a ready, slightly crooked smile and thick yet lifeless jet black hair to her shoulders. There was something about her, a sexy confidence. Closer inspection revealed a surprisingly flat belly [before I knocked her up that is] and a narrow waist, despite her generous breasts. She had a great beak of a nose that was attractive from some angles but not others.

Winter was slow and there wasn’t much to do, but in summer the local population would increase by 10X. I had a degree in pharmacy, but this was my first real job. Miguel taught me how it was actually done.

The nearest doctor was 20 miles away, so we often just dispensed medicine on our own judgment. Spanish people didn’t pay; the bills were sent to the health department, and the government paid each month. There was a lot of paperwork, which took up most of my boss’s work days.

Payments were always late, but the bills always came early. On top of that, markup was set by the government at a very low level. We were expected to make do, and we survived mainly by selling sun cream and toiletries to the tourists and surfers in summer.

Maria sent Rafaela over to me with food every evening after work. Dinner for 2. “You should not have to eat alone.” She declared. The meals were a sort of undeclared perk to top up my low pay. And of course it gave Miguel and Maria some alone time.

It was great fun to share my meal with the vivacious teenager. She told me the stories and gossip of my new home, I told her about Argentina and England. After dinner, she’d usually go out to meet her boyfriend Carlos.

“What do you think of that Carlos fellow?” Miguel asked me one day a couple of months after I’d started working for him.

“Gay as a pink umbrella.” I said. “He talks gay and walks gay.”

“That’s what I think too.” My boss said, “So why is he my daughter’s boyfriend?”

“Beats me.” I said with a shrug, “But they seem to really like each other. They’re always talking and laughing together.”

“More like two girls than a boy and a girl.” Miguel said.

“So what are you worried about?” I asked him. “Most fathers would be happy about that.”

He laughed; “You’re right! But I’m worried about her getting hurt. And it’s time she grew up, soon she should go to Barcelona for university. I know this might sound strange, but I don’t like the idea that she would go to the city so naïve like she is now. Someone will take advantage of her, and I’ll be thousands of kilometers away.”

“If she were a little older, I’d be asking your permission to date her myself.” I said.

“What? Is that the problem?” he declared with a wide smile, “My friend, you’re only eight years older than Rafaela a. Around here, we’re not so particular about that sort of age gap, the population is too small. You have my permission, take her somewhere this weekend, take my car.”

I was fairly shocked. Until then, I’d thought of her as my little sister. Or tried to anyway.

“I’m terrified she’ll fall for one of those idiot local boys.” He added. “The brain drain has left the area devoid of suitable matches for my daughter.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to have an affair with the girl; I liked her a lot, and as I said, she was oozing sex appeal all over the place. But an affair with Rafaela a wouldn’t be a casual thing, like when I seduced a passing tourist [which I often did]. She was the village sweetheart, my boss’s daughter, my friend, and my colleague at work. I didn’t have any particular virgin fetish either. There was a hot blond German girl in town I’d been flirting with.

Casting my doubts aside, I made an effort to seduce the girl; as it turned out, it wasn’t difficult.

I was 25, lean and blond, my body toned and tanned by surfing. My blue eyes were very exotic in those parts. I have been described as handsome. The girl was stunning, but I’d always been attracted to women my own age or even slightly older.

“You look ravishing this evening.” I told her over dinner at my place.

“Ravishing? What is ravishing?” she asked.

Miguel had decreed I speak to the family in English, since in this tourist town they needed to improve theirs more than I needed to polish my Spanish.

“Encantador.” I translated. She blushed delightfully.

Rafaela fell faster than the economy; I put my finger on the back of her hand, and she didn’t move it away. I stroked her slightly, so slightly that she could easily pretend she didn’t notice if that was what she wanted. But instead, she moved a little closer to me.

I poured on the charm, and she responded to my signals; meeting my long flirtatious looks with her irresistible smiles, not moving her hand away when I put mine on top. And finally, accepting my kiss. She wanted me.

Ah, that first kiss ... perhaps the most exciting point of a new relationship. The kiss that makes things clear; we are doing romance here. We’re not only teasing this time, we’re interested in more. The kiss means yes, take the next step. It doesn’t mean we’ll have sex, but it means that it’s not wrong to entertain the notion that we well might. I love the thrill of that kiss, that rush of raw emotion, the hormones, and the way it makes my cock swell.

Her hands stroked my arms, and then went under my shirt. I pulled it off, and we kissed some more.

There was no stopping, but I have to admit that I was conflicted; it seemed so wrong, she was just a kid, a schoolgirl. She was my friend. She was also so beautiful, irresistibly sexy. Just as I was working up my resolve to stop, her hands went to my belt, pulling it loose. I froze as she opened my trousers and reached in to grasp my hot penis.

The teenaged girl grinned in pleasure as she groped my erection, her big dark eyes sparkling with desire and excitement. If you saw her at that moment, her beauty, her desire; well, you’d know that no man could refuse.

Her fingers were small, cool, and soft. She pulled it up and out into the air. I kissed her mouth as she stroked it, and all doubts were forgotten.

We sat like that for a time, kissing softly, gently, as the girl toyed with my hardon. It wasn’t like having an affair with one of those passing tourist girls. This was Rafaela a. She was a flower too exquisite to pluck, a girl too sweet to fuck.

There could be consequences, and they were impossible to predict. I might even fall in love.

But as Miguel said, someone had to do it ... and her fingers on my cock as I looked at her beautiful face was the most exquisite sensation in the world. Her long black hair crackled with the vitality of youth, her excitement was contagious.

I stood up and let my trousers drop to the floor. I was stark naked, my stiff cock standing in front of me; Rafaela a stood as well, looking up at me shyly as she reached behind her back to slowly pull down the zipper of her dress. It soon joined my clothes on the tile floor.

She was beyond a doubt the most beautiful girl I’d ever been with. Curvaceous yet lean, narrow waist and a tight round ass, with generous breasts. Her skin was just off white, complexion utterly even.

I came close, so close I could feel the heat of her perfect young body, but without quite touching. I reached behind her to unhook her bra.

Her moderate breasts stood proud in just the same place without it. Her nipples stood proud, waiting to be adored for the first time. I pulled her naked body against me, and our skin connected, naked and wonderful, we kissed again as she pulled at my erection. My head was exploding with delicious desire, the sensation of her body against me, her hair, her smell, her smooth tight curves, her eager fingers, her perfect ass.

I led her into my bedroom. And then she was in my bed, hotter than her mother’s enchiladas.

Her firm young breasts stood proud, her skin as smooth as buttermilk. Her small thighs parted and I went down on her, spreading her wispy pubic hair out of the way to lick her sweet young snatch.

She pushed against my mouth, her little fingers gripping my hair with surprising strength as she came, moaning softly. I licked and kissed her, reveling in the taste, the smell, the sensation of her wild young orgasm.

Then she returned the favor.

Her thick black hair rippled with her movements as she sucked my pale cock with a fervor that was a long way from virginal. I suddenly realized she might be all of seventeen, but this Spanish schoolgirl knew what sex was, and she liked it.

She sucked my cock deep and hard, without a hint of hesitation. She worked me with her hands, obviously comfortable to be in my bed with me this way, her gorgeous young body glistening with the excitement of sex.

I pulled away and got a condom from my bedside drawer.

“Never mind that.” She said quickly, “I’m on the pill.”

Yes, I knew it was wrong. But I did it anyway. She was 17, and the hottest girl I’d ever known. Her body was like an irresistible force, pulling me in with mutual desire. I’d fucked a few women, but Rafaela a was hotter than any of them. I’d stepped into a vortex, I’d never known desire and excitement like that before. There was no escape, no way to resist her.

My cock slid into her tight wet vagina like a key into a lock, like we were made only for each other. Her back arched and she inhaled as her fingers gripped my hips.

“Si, YES!” she declared with unabashed pleasure.

When I was all the way inside her, her little legs wrapped around me and my hands on her face, she grinned at me and squeezed. Squeezed my penis tighter than any girl I’d ever known.

“Is that good?” she asked innocently, like the little girl she wasn’t.

“Very good.” I gasped.

She smiled, and I was her slave.

And I was a god; the luckiest bastard in this sorry little town anyway. There was no one within 50 miles who could compare to her beauty, and that night, she was mine.

Her young narrow hips rose to greet each thrust, she groaned and writhed in shameless pleasure. She grinned at me with that smile of hers, but it was different when my cock was in her, when she was on the edge of orgasm. Then that smile had a different meaning.

She came, and it was too much for me. Her wild eyes, her taught young breasts, her vise-like vagina, her grip on my ass sent me over the top, and I came with her, my orgasm a wild thumping pumping blast, our two bodies melding, for that brief few seconds, into one primal being. The innocent looking schoolgirl was a sexual beast, the fuck of the century, a sensual insanity. I looked into her big dark eyes trying to understand what had just happened as I lay on top of her, my cock still in her small young body.

She didn’t want to hang around afterwards.

“I have to go.” She said, sliding out of bed.

“It’s only 9 o’clock, your parents won’t mind if you come home a little late.” I said. Of course I didn’t tell that her dad positively wanted us to get together, and would probably be happy if she spent the night.

“But I promised to meet Carlos after dinner.” She said, jumping into the shower.

She left me feeling as depleted as the Spanish national treasury.

The next morning Miguel caught a glimpse of a look pass between his daughter and myself as she passed through the shop on her way to catch the school bus. He grinned at me as the door closed behind her.

“Welcome to the family!” he enthused. “I knew already from the way she snuck in last night at 1AM. Don’t say anything; I already know too much.”

I said nothing, but I wondered about my mysterious young lover.

My affair with my boss’s daughter only got more intense over the next month; on weekends she would spend an extra hour or two with me, and we’d relax in bed after sex and talk. I loved that almost as much as the sex; to have the luxury of time, to be alone and intimate with Rafaela a, to look into her deep dark eyes and know her. She was truly and exceptionally beautiful, it was a privilege to just spend the day talking with her.

I never asked her about other lovers she must have had; because she knew things.

She rimmed me, her little tongue driving me mad. She rode me, she sucked my balls, she showed me positions I’d never thought of. And she did it all with total delight, she loved to pleasure me as much as I loved to pleasure her.

She had dreams; to get out of this little village and live in the city, preferably Barcelona. She would have a financial job and her own apartment she told me.

Sometimes, I had doubts about our relationship. She was so young, she was still in school, her small body didn’t seem fully grown yet. But mainly it was her goals and ambition; I’d left the city to come live here, to be near the beach in a clean and relaxed environment. I loved the little village and its quirky old people, and Rafaela a didn’t. She wanted the opposite; the city, people, wealth, entertainment, excitement, and opportunity.

But her beauty was impossible to give up. In bed, she was more woman than any I’d ever known. She even went down on me after I came, until I was hard again, and then I could do it to her for hours. She loved to do it; she loved to be held, kissed, caressed. She was like one big erogenous zone, she would go wild when I sucked her toes or bit her tiny ass. She laughed and cried, kissed and sucked, she turned those dark eyes on me and stole my heart.

She was a volcano of passion, a wild girl. She came, and came again, and again; her capacity for pleasure was enormous. She got me hard and kept me hard, she inspired and exhausted me. That innocent looking little schoolgirl was the tightest, wettest, wildest lover I’d ever known.

There wasn’t anything to do in the small village; nowhere to go, nothing to see. But Rafaela made my bedroom the most interesting place on planet earth. She welcomed my ejaculation into herself with glee, as if it were a personal triumph. She held me tight, squeezing every bit of semen, breath, and pleasure from my body, absorbing my essence and energy into herself, as if my larger more powerful frame was a source of energy for her delicate young one.

It was more than sex. We did it missionary, doggy, cowgirl. We went down on each other, we bit and kissed, we consumed each other physically and emotionally.

I was delirious; I knew she would be leaving for Barcelona after the summer, but I was totally and madly in love. I didn’t want to be, but there was no way to avoid it. A girl that beautiful looking into my eyes while having one orgasm after another was more addictive than any drug on our shelves. The sun was brighter than usual, the sea and sky a more intense blue than could be reality. Birds sang to me as I walked through the village, fish winked knowingly as I surfed by. The waves glinted in the Spanish sun more beautiful than a room full of diamonds, and I was invincible.

Yet despite the intensity of our feelings, she insisted we keep our relationship as secret as possible. She still jumped out of my bed and spent most evenings with her gay childhood sweetheart over at his house.

Carlito was the son of the mayor, Don Carlos, the head of richest family in the area. The only rich family in the area. The mayor owned a huge farm that half surrounded the small town, two little hotels, a restaurant, and the construction supply company. Half of the villagers who were lucky enough to be employed worked for him. He was a bulky and often rude man, and always busy. You could call him many things, but not lazy; he was constantly on the move, keeping track of his various enterprises, stopping his battered old car in the street to quickly bark orders at one of his men before roaring away. Sometimes wondered how he was really doing, now that the economic crisis was crushing everyone. He could be totally leveraged, or not.

His large family house dwarfed every other in town, looming over the center of the ancient village menacingly.

There were lots of big new villas around and outside of the village, built by English, French, and German retirees who for one reason or another, rarely actually lived in them. There were several small hotels in and around the town too, for the brief summer tourist season. But Don Carlos’ money and position was older and deeper. His family had owned and ruled this place since the time of Jesus. I found it odd that he always won elections by a comfortable margin.

“People like what they’re familiar with.” Miguel told me, “They know Don Carlos will fill his own pockets, but he also gets things done. The roads are paved, water supply installed, and people get their building permits for a reasonable cost. Also, don’t forget most of them work for him.”

My lease was up at the end of May; the apartment would be rented to tourists by the week during the summer. The sleepy town seemed to be waking up, windows were being polished, restaurants opened, even the streets were cleaned. The income for the year was earned in the few moths when the tourists came. June was opening month, but most the business was in July and August.

“You could move in with us.” Miguel said.

“But you only have two bedrooms.” I pointed out, “You barely fit in there as it is.”

“We all have to compromise sometimes. I think you could share a bedroom with Rafaela.”

“She doesn’t want you to know about us.” I said.

“Yes, well, that’s getting a little bit stupid at this point.” Miguel said. “Maria thinks the air turns sweet like honey when you’re both in the same room, as if little hearts and stars are circling above the two of you. I’ll talk to her.”

It was different in her parent’s little house. We knew the walls were thin, we couldn’t be wild like we’d been at my temporary rental on the edge of town. Rafaela ‘s room was small, and the bed was too. Things were awkward, but I loved being able to sleep with her in my arms. It just felt right.

In the mornings when I woke up, there she was next to me, her small body peaceful in sleep, her luxurious black hair flowing across the white bedding, her breathing enough to fill my cock with desire.

We fucked quietly and intensely, griping each other with desperation in the tiny room, kissing and squeezing out our pleasure. There was an edge of tragedy to our love; we both knew it could never work. She wanted a life I abhorred, and I wanted to live in this village that was throttling her.

I pumped her tight young frame, and filled her with my love, desire, and semen. She stared into my eyes with sad passion as we came together.