Chapter 2

Part 2; Rafaela ‘s story;

“We lived in Barcelona until I was 14. One day, my father suddenly announced we were moving to a little village on the coast. He could have his own pharmacy there he said, and we would do better.

I hated it. I missed my friends; I had to ride the bus almost an hour to get to school every day, and I had no friends except Carlito. Other than him, only old people lived there, a mixture of inbred local fishermen and farmers, except for retired foreigners who owned the better houses around the edges of the old town.

Carlito and I were both outcasts, because we lived out in the remote village, and because he was funny, and I was Catalan. The kids at school called him queer boy and they called me terrorist girl.

Our apartment above the shop was too small, the villagers too simple. Locals who had never travelled farther than the next market town, everyone seemed to move at half speed. But one man was different; Don Carlos, my friend’s father.

He was like a dynamo; always rushing, busy, full of purpose. He barked his orders and the sleepy villager would jump and get to work. He was the boss, but he also worked right in the fields with his people at harvest, drove the farm machines, even waited tables in his restaurant if staff was short. He wore work clothes and drove around in a beat-up old car. But everyone knew who he was, and everyone doffed their hat in respect when he came barreling through town.

I had a crush on him from the start. My eyes followed him around and my new little titties ached for him.

And he knew it; he was always flirting with me. I never thought we’d really do it together.

I returned his secret smiles, accepted his presents, telling no one. I laughed at his jokes and thought of him when I masturbated. I had my first orgasm with my finger while fantasizing of our tough old landlord.

He was in his 50’s and he had too much to lose. He was just a fantasy figure, harmless.

Life was fun over at the big house. It was large and peaceful, with old beautiful things hanging on the walls, carpets on the floors, and a huge flat screen TV.

We all watched movies in the evenings; Don Carlos and his wife Teresa, his mother Esmeralda, Carlito and me. We laughed and talked, Esmeralda told us stories of other times and Teresa fed us.

It was a haven, an escape from our tiny apartment and my stressed out parents.

The big boss wanted me, and I wanted him. Our eyes would meet across the room and my vagina would clench. Our lust for each other was so obvious that Esmeralda started to joke about it. Teresa pretended she didn’t notice, and Carlito ribbed and teased me about it, joking that I could have his father if he could have mine.

One night we were all out on the balcony watching a meteor shower. Esmeralda said she was going off to meet her lover and left. Teresa and Carlito went inside to watch TV.

I was fifteen; Don Carlos and I were standing against the railing looking up at the dark sky. There was no moon and the big house was quiet.

We talked about nothing, he said something funny and I laughed, I said I was getting cold and he opened his coat.

“I can keep you warm.” He said quietly.

I knew this was the moment I’d been waiting for; I could pretend he was joking and go inside, or...

Without a word, my legs took me to him. His arms wrapped around me, warm and safe, and I felt a rush of pleasure and excitement.

From that moment, I was willing. My body’s primal reaction to his touch reassured me that he was the one I wanted to be my first.

His body so strong, his big hands on me at last, he stroked my head and I put my arms around his waist and hugged him.

We stood there for a while, just past the edge of decency. His hands slid down my spine, my young breasts flattened against his chest, and I pressed my thigh against him so I could feel his erection.

I looked up at his pudgy face, his eyes glimmered in the dim light, and slowly he brought his lips to my mouth, and we kissed.

I was in the strong arms of a man 3 times my age, his tongue pushed into my mouth, and I loved it!

I could see my parent’s bedroom window below us, his wife and son were a few meters behind us, it was wild and crazy, reckless and brazen.

I felt hot through and through, my mind was exploding with all sorts of fantastic emotions and feelings. I had him, he was mine! The tough old boss, our landlord, he wasn’t afraid of anyone.

I melted into him, thrilled at the naughty fun, only sad that it was harmless and couldn’t go further.

He turned me around so my ass was against his crotch, I pushed back and rotated against him, he held my hips and then his hands roamed, one held my tit as the other slid down to lift my skirt. In the secret darkness of the night, his fingers went under the waistband on my panties, toying with my pubic hair as his tongue tickled my ear.

It was totally outrageous, I was sure he was just teasing me, just another of his jokes.

Ah, but Don Carlos was fearless you see, he did dare. His fingers went down to my virgin vagina and my head exploded as he stroked me there, he laughed quietly because I was soaking wet, two fingers went into me and he held me tight as he fingered me to orgasm.

I shuddered and gasped, surprised at the intense pleasure. I could feel his hot penis against my ass through our clothes as he held my young shuddering body tightly in the cold darkness.

My father hated Don Carlos. Actually, almost everyone did. I guess that was part of the fun for me, doing it with a man like that was the ultimate defiance.

And then Don Carlos lifted me up off the ground, I put my hands behind his thick neck as he carried me through the door into his living room where his wife was sitting.

“Teresa, get the door for me.” He said to her, nodding at his bedroom.

And then the weirdest part of that weird night; she smiled at me! I stared into her eyes as her husband carried me through to his bed, and she just grinned back as if, well I don’t really know what.

There was no point in resisting. I knew what was going to happen, I was terrified, I was shocked, and I was wet between my legs.

I wanted sex; my body yearned for it, I was made for it. What I mean to say is that I wanted it as much as he did. I suppose he’s a bad man for seducing a teenage girl like me, but I was a bad girl who wanted him to.

He kicked the door closed and lowered me to the floor, placing me on my feet. He looked down at me and undressed me without any urgency.

He peeled my dress down and it fell to the floor. His fingers traced over my shoulders and back; I shuddered, chilled and hot at the same time, frozen to the spot. His touch was incredibly exciting, I think I was trembling a little.

He unhooked my bra, then circled my body with his arms and gently took my breasts in his strong rough hands. He pinched my nipples and bit my ear lightly. His chin was like sandpaper on my neck, but I didn’t care. His touch thrilled me in a way I’d never known.

He sat me on his bed and pulled off my underwear. I was naked, a naked fifteen year old girl, helpless in the power of mayor Don Carlos, and my own lust.

I sat motionless as he took his own clothes off. A powerful man, wide at the shoulders with short stocky legs. A slightly large belly, white curly chest hair, and a big erect penis was standing out from between his thighs, bobbing up and down in an enticing manner.

I’d never seen one, not in real life. I stared at it, fascinated; there it was, the thing all the girls whispered and giggled about. What we all desired and feared.

I had a moment of self disgust; this was my father’s landlord, his hair was thinning and tinged with grey, he had chubby cheeks that hung slightly. What was it that made me want him? Was it his money? His paltry power over the destitute village?

Whatever, it really didn’t matter why. The point was, I wanted him to do it, take me, have me, teach me.

The big old house was quiet as he climbed into bed, looming above me. The tip of his penis touched my belly, and without thinking my hand reached for it. I was surprised at how it made me feel; so excited and oddly empowered, my belly was fluttering and my vagina felt hot. He took my head between his hands and pushed his cock towards my mouth; I resisted, because it was too soon. I wasn’t ready, not for that.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered me. “Do it now!”

His penis pushed against my lips, and my jaw relaxed to let him enter. Again, I was surprised at the feeling, it wasn’t at all what I’d expected. It wasn’t disgusting or nauseating at all, it was wonderful. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, and I played with his balls as he gently pushed it in and out, filling my young head and throat with stiff old penis.

His big hands clamped my head as he thrusted in and out, he smiled at me with bright happy eyes and I realized that this was wonderful. I loved being used.

His penis was fantastic, I sucked it and cherished the feeling.

Wow, I thought; I have so much to learn. I was glad then that I hadn’t gone with any of the boys from school, they couldn’t know all the things Don Carlos knew. It seemed right for a young girl to have an older man to teach her how to be a woman. I wanted him to do everything to me.

And he sure did. Over the next two years, Don Carlos did things I’d never imagined, and he taught me to do things to him I’d never imagined.

He pulled his hot penis from my mouth; I wanted it back again, I felt I needed to spend more time with it. But he took my head in his hands and kissed me for a while as I fondled it with my hands instead.

From the start, I was fascinated by that penis; it was totally exhilarating. I wanted to hold it, taste it, play with it. I wanted to just get to know it, how it was put together, the veins and layers of it, the stiff warm softness. It was the essence of a man, the center of his superior strength. It was the secret that I wanted to learn, the fountain of masculinity, the center of pleasure. I’m small and weak, and I instinctively knew that my power was there, swinging between a man’s legs. All I had to do was reach out and take it.

He sucked my virgin nipples into his mouth, and the feeling made me crazy; I held his big old head in my arms and his hot penis in my hand. Then he spread my legs and went down on me.

His tongue knew what to do; my legs wrapped around his thick powerful neck as he grabbed my little ass with his big hands and lashed my clitoris with his tongue.

Don Carlos was driving me crazy! I felt like I was strapped to a running bull, and there was nothing I could do but hold on and enjoy the ride, because there was no way to stop now that it had started. I was struggling in his arms, but he held me tightly in his hands and kept doing that insane thing to me, as I got hotter and wetter.

My second orgasm was from his tongue.

Then he got above me, took his big stiff organ in his hand, and put it between my open thighs.

“Shouldn’t you get a ... you know.” I said.

“Don’t worry, it will be fine.” He said reassuringly. “Trust me.”

I wanted him to do it, I really just wanted to know what it was all about. The muscular hairy old man pushed his hard cock against my virgin vagina, and slid easily into me. There was no pain, but the feeling of his penis inside my body was shocking.

Nerves I never knew I had were activated for the first time, sensations that were more pleasurable than anything I’d even imagined. I could feel him in me, alive and invasive, stirring my soul, dangerous and weird. I was thrilled to the core; Every cell in my body seemed aware that at last, I was a woman. I was fulfilling my purpose, to have a man lie on me and do this to me.

I knew I was made for this. My small body with the big breasts, my face, my hair, I was created to provoke men. They all wanted to do this, their primal drive to penetrate and inseminate. What I hadn’t known was my own primal drive to let them do it. Because from that fist moment, from the first thrust, I enjoyed being fucked.

His body was heavy, and strong. He looked into my eyes and pumped; my body was full of tension of a kind I’d never known before. I was on fire, I felt a power and passion that was completely new to me, the power of a woman, the power of sex. The feeling of being cherished, desired, used by a man.

And then I had the third orgasm of the evening, with his penis filling my middle.

I felt like a caterpillar who had suddenly become a butterfly; I’d thought my life was about crawling, but now I suddenly had wings, I could fly.

I loved the feeling of his stiff penis in me. Even his big hairy body felt good, I was awash in wild new sensations.

I liked sex, I loved it! Just to be clear, I didn’t love Don Carlos.

When he ejaculated into me. I was shocked and thrilled. That he had the sheer audacity to just do that, to take me, a fifteen year old virgin to his bed and just do it like that, with his son and wife in the house too. Don Carlos didn’t give a damn for anyone, he did as he liked.

I thought that was so sexy.

He grunted and moaned, he held my face between his palms and stared at me as I felt his semen shoot into me. I didn’t feel I had any power to stop him; but if I did, I can’t say I would have. Because I really, really liked it.

“Don’t forget to take the pill tomorrow, so you don’t get pregnant.” Don Carlos said to me from the bed as I dressed. “You know which one it is, don’t you?”

“Of course.” I said, my voice oddly normal, as if the subject was quite acceptable.

I felt odd, my legs were weak and my vagina was slightly sore.

His wife caught me before I left the house. “Wait!” she said. “You can’t leave here like that. What if someone sees you? Come in here and let me brush your hair.”

So I sat in a chair with his semen leaking into my underwear, as Teresa made me presentable.

“Was it good?” she asked softly. I nodded that it was. “You had an orgasm? Carlos won’t be satisfied if you didn’t come.”

I nodded again.

“How many?” she asked anxiously, “Just once?”

I held up 3 fingers, unable to talk about it in words.

Teresa smiled happily and pulled the bristles through my hair.

I didn’t know what to say so I was silent. There was just the crunching sound of her brush.

“He’ll want to do it again.” She said, “Will you come by tomorrow after school?” I nodded that I would.

“Carlos can teach you everything.” She continued in a quiet voice, “You just do as he tells you, ok?”

“Yes, ok.” I agreed.

She sighed, “I’m so glad it went well.” She said. “He’s been going a bit crazy you know, Carlos is a man who needs to get his way. Now that he has you, he’ll feel better.”

No one asked how I felt about it.

Don Carlos bought Carlito the red scooter the boy had wanted so badly.

“So.” My only friend said to me, “You gave him what he wanted.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to feign innocence.

“He told me the day he got you, I would get this bike.” Carlito said guiltily, unable to look me in the eye. Then he seemed to shrug it off. “What was it like? Was it terrible, was it good? Oh please, Rafaela, you must tell me!”

I realized that he had been subtly pushing me toward his father’s bed for some time. He always told me what a good man Don Carlos was, how the ladies all wanted him, how handsome his father was. And he’d never let me out of his sight when we were away from the village, yet he’d left me alone with his father at every possibility.

Teresa came out of the house; she was looking very fine in a new full length leather coat that suited her figure.

“Go now, but be back in time for dinner.” She said to her boy. “Come, Rafaela. Don Carlos is waiting for you.”

I followed her into the big house, like a sacrificial lamb on the altar of their greed. I was happy that they all got what they wanted, because I did too.

We would get together almost every afternoon after school, even though we were both busy. Sometimes it was just 10 minutes, he’d lift my skirt and do me against a wall until I came. On Sundays we both had more time, Teresa would dress me up in funny clothes while Don Carlos watched. Then she would leave us so we could do it.

We were crazy for each other, I wanted his hard old penis in me again and again, his powerful passion and those great orgasms.

I ate with them, laughed with them, watched TV with them. The big house was so much fun compared to the tension at home. Everyone told jokes all the time, sometimes really stupid ones but we all laughed at them anyway.

His old Mother Esmeralda was the only one who didn’t approve. “This will end badly.” She would mutter, shaking her grey head, even though she was having an affair with a young American surfer.

I hadn’t realized how much there was to learn. How many positions, how many possibilities and variations. I threw myself into this new activity, I wanted to be a great lover, better than other girls.

Over the next year, I learned to squeeze against his penis with my vagina whenever he was in me; harder, he urged me, always harder. I learned to orbit my hips when I was on top, stirring myself with his hard penis. I learned to kiss, tease, and bite until he was crazy. I learned to lick his rectum, suck his balls, massage his feet.

I dressed in sexy clothes, negligees, garter belts, high heels, transparent skirts, net stockings, school uniforms like girls used to wear, Teresa always had something new for me.

He always made me come. Usually several times. I loved to come! I was addicted to those crazy orgasms.

He never wore a condom except when he penetrated my anus. I didn’t like that at first, but after a while I came to enjoy it. I liked the pleasure he took from it, and I could tease poor Carlito about how much he had to look forward to. I even had orgasms.

Many times I tried to stop the affair, but Don Carlos was always available. All I had to do was nod, and he’d be waiting for me with his hard cock ready to give me what I wanted.

Then Steven came to work in the shop with us.

He was different; like light in the darkness. I think I was in love with him from the first week. He was foreign and energetic, young and single. His smile was like sunshine that warmed my soul.

He thought I was too young for him, yet I saw him as a boy compared to Don Carlos. Innocent, without guile. A man who would never want to put it in my ass.

All the women in town were in love with him it seemed, he was kind to everyone, listening to the complaints of the old people patiently and explaining their medicines to them in his funny Spanish. He was simply a nice man. Too nice perhaps; he never looked at me in the hungry way that most men did.

I was crazy for him, with his lean muscular body and easy laugh. Maybe I only wanted him because aside from my father, he was the only man in town who didn’t seem to want me. I just wanted to be with someone other than Don Carlos; I had to free myself from him, from the crazy pleasure we shared.

And then at last, Steven took me to bed.

I was used to kissing, but it was different with Steven. It was more intense, more emotional. He was gentle but insistent, his tongue easing into my mouth after a few minutes. I reached into his trousers to get his penis; in was so hot and potent, pulsing with his young energy. When I took him in my mouth, it seemed to fit better than Don Carlos’ penis did, even though they were about the same size.

Finally, he pushed me onto my back, I opened my legs, and he pushed himself into my young body; Ah, I can still remember the feeling, that first time with him. The way it slid in so effortlessly, the way my body accepted him, the tight hot presence of his pink hard organ, the gleam in his weird blue eyes as he made love to me.

It was the same, yet completely different to when Don Carlos fucked me. Steven was so pretty, I could imagine a life with him; we’d move away from this dirty little village and live in Barcelona or London. We’d have a decent life together.

I loved the way his flat hard stomach felt on me, so different to Don Carlos’ beer gut pushing into my belly. His hands were tough yet smooth, his lovemaking skillful but not perfectly polished.

I came, holding him tightly. I looked into his eyes as I came, and there was something extra. Warm and sweet, intoxicating.

Steven had a different rhythm than the older man, he did it a bit faster, yet more gently. As if I were a delicate and precious thing he didn’t want to break. I came again, and he stiffened; he stared at me as if I were a goddess, as if the universe revolved around my face, then he grunted helplessly and gave me his seed.

I got up to leave, and as I dressed I saw he was looking at me strangely.

“What’s the hurry?” he asked.

“I should get home.” I said.

I only then realized that it was Don Carlos who always wanted me to go as soon as it was over. Steven was different; he wanted me to stay. But somehow it was too late, I’d already announced I was leaving. I’d stay the next time, I thought to myself.

I walked home slowly. It was only 9, but the village was silent. Lights were visible through cracks in people’s blinds, I could hear TV sets inside the houses, but the narrow streets were empty.

I didn’t want to leave; I could put university off for a year, I thought. I would stay here for a while, with Steven. He could teach me to surf, and of course we’d make love every day. The pharmacy was dark and closed; I looked up and saw the light in the apartment window. I didn’t want to face my parents just then, what if they asked me something embarrassing?

Then I decided to go see Don Carlos. I would tell him that very night that I was with someone else, we were through. The idea was exhilarating; I didn’t want him anymore and I was going to tell him so.