With a trembling hand, I knocked twice, and then the door opened almost instantly.

Peter was standing behind it, smiling nervously, and then he motioned for me to enter quickly.

I did as he said, almost jumping from fright as he slammed the door behind me, and then I looked around the room. It was almost identical to ours, except for the big, queen-sized bed in the middle.

I was afraid, and suddenly it all became too much for me. But before I could do anything, Peter stopped behind me and he rested his hands on my shoulders. I could feel his breath on my neck and the heath from his body on my back.

"You are so beautiful, Sarah." he whispered into my ears, and as he did I started shivering and everything in my mind faded away.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked him shyly.

He nodded quickly and then he let me go. With trembling knees, I made my way into the bathroom and then I locked the door behind me.

Once I was safely inside, I first peed and then I washed on the bidet. Then I stopped in front of the mirror and I combed my hair as best as I could. His toothbrush was there, so I borrowed it and I brushed my teeth quickly, terrified I would have bad breath.

After that I stopped, grabbing the sink as I looked at my reflection.

It didn't take me long to realize I was stalling, so after taking a deep breath I unlocked the door and I came outside.

The lights were off, and I could hear someone playing guitar through the open windows.

Peter was sitting on the bed as he waited for me. He seemed both nervous and excited, and then he looked at me with a smile.

Then he took one of my hands and he pulled me towards him until I was standing between his legs.

Then he looked into my eyes, suddenly unsure and then he sighed softly.

"Are you sure?" he asked me a moment later.

I was terrified and unable to talk, I simply nodded, full of false bravado.

The moment I did, Peter buried his face into my neck once again and he started sucking and biting my neck once more. As he did, all I could do was hold onto his head as I ran my fingers along his hair while I moaned softly.

Suddenly I realized I could feel his cock, already hard, pocking at my legs, and the idea was incredibly arousing. I had done that, he was hard because of me, I told myself proudly.

A moment later, he got up and he pulled my clothes off. I still had my underwear on, but I couldn't stop myself from trembling.

Peter didn't seem to mind, as a moment later he took a step back and his eyes roamed all over my body before he gasped softly.

"You really are beautiful, Sarah." he said, his voice full of lust.

A moment later he took off his shirt and then he pulled his pants down. He was wearing black briefs under them, though even in the relative darkness of the room, I could see the shape of his cock pointing towards me.

With trembling hands, I touched his erection and then I started caressing it over the fabric. Peter closed his eyes and he started moaning, but a moment later he grabbed my hand and he pulled it away.

"You first." he said, and before I could react he pushed me back until I bumped into the bed, and then I fell onto it.

A moment later he climbed on top of me and he started dragging me higher up the bed, until my head was resting on a pillow, and then his hands started roaming all over my body. First on my breasts, only for them to go down onto my belly, my thighs, and then between my legs.

I could hear myself moaning as his fingers danced softly over the fabric of my panties, and then he stopped for a second, and when I opened my eyes he was looking at me.

"This are awfully wet." he said mockingly as I felt my face burning.

Then he simply slipped his fingers over the elastic band around my waist and he pulled them off with ease.

Suddenly I was naked, and as he towered above me his eyes moved between my eyes as he looked at my pussy.

I was terrified he was going to say something about it, but he simply moved back, and then he lowered himself between my legs before his tongue started lapping at my pubis.

Gasping loudly, I tried my best to push him away as the sensation became too much for me to bear, but he simply pushed my hands away and he continued, moving his mouth lower and lower before he pulled my legs apart and he started lapping at my pussy.

"Nooo... please..." I heard myself moaning, but he didn't seem to notice.

Instead, I felt his tongue moving deeper between my lips and my clit as I did my best to resist.

It only lasted for a moment, but while it did I could feel my whole body shivering as the sensation made me feel like I was being eaten alive.

Before I could lose control, though, Peter moved away and he knelt in front of me. His face, now wet with my juices, filled with a smile, and then pulled my bra off, leaving me completely naked.

It was the first time I was naked in front of a man, I suddenly realized.

"Sorry." I mumbled a moment later, and when I did he looked back at me, clearly confused.

"What for?" he asked me as he looked into my eyes.

"My... my breasts, they are small." I said shyly as I looked away.

I was afraid he was going to laugh at me, but instead, he lowered himself over them and he started licking my breasts one at a time as I squirmed under him. Like before, he soon started sucking and then biting them, though he was very soft.

Then he pulled back, and he looked at me once again.

"Did you like that?" he asked confidently.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded as I felt my body burning with lust.

"Then they are neither small nor big, they are yours and perfectly sized." he said, making me blush.

He stopped for a moment, and then he rose, but only to take his underwear off. And when he did, my eyes were drawn to his cock and I became terrified once again.

He was too big, I thought in panic, and suddenly the image of him forcing it into me filled my mind. I could imagine it splitting me open until I started bleeding and the idea was terrifying.

He must have realized my fear, as a moment later he frowned, and his face filled with concern.

"Is... Sarah, is... is this your first time?" he asked me a moment later.

Feeling ashamed, I nodded once, and then I closed my eyes, fearing he would get angry.

But instead, he sighed softly and then I felt his hand tenderly caressing my belly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me a moment later.

And as he did, that fear became anger, and I opened my eyes to look at him.

"Please, don't ask me that again." I said, my voice full of anger.

And when I did, he stopped and looked at me with doubt in his eyes.

"Please." I added a moment later, though this time my voice was much softer.

I had played with myself plenty of times, and I had a couple of boyfriends in the past, of course.

I had even given a hand job in the school bathroom to one of them. He had cummed in less than a minute, covering my hand in his cum before he pulled his pants back up, and then he left.

I later found out he had told his friends almost the moment he left.

I was left feeling used and humiliated, and after we broke up I never dated again for fear that someone would betray me again.

But Peter wasn't like that, I told myself as I tried to gather my courage. Instead of looking angry, he looked at me tenderly and with kindness. He nodded once, and then he started caressing me again until I managed to relax once more.

Then he looked into my eyes, and though he seemed to be doubting himself, he nodded towards me, and then he grabbed his cock. I watched him moving forwards once more, and without having to be told, I opened up my legs and I looked into his eyes, just as I felt the tip of his cock brushing my pussy.

"Relax..." he told me a moment later, as I felt myself trembling in anticipation.

A moment later he moved forwards and the tip moved into me, spreading me open as I gritted my teeth. It wasn't that painful, not really, but the sensation was deeply uncomfortable at first.

Peter, though, stopped often as he looked tenderly into my eyes. Then he started moving his hips in short, slow thrusts. It gave me time to get used to the sensation, and for my pussy to relax so he could push deeper.

With every thrust, I felt his cock digging deeper and deeper into me until I felt his cock filling my body so much I feared I would simply explode. Then, just as quickly, I felt his hips crashing against my ass and when I looked down his cock had completely disappeared into my body.

"Does it hurt?" he asked me, his voice filled with concern.

Unable to talk, I simply shook my head, and then I embraced him as he started pumping his cock into me, slowly at first and then faster and faster as we both started moaning in lust.

Lost in the sensation, I closed my eyes and I let my body melt as his thrust pushed me higher and higher on the bed. It was all that I had imagined and then some.

Slowly at first, so slowly that I didn't even realize it was happening, I felt a burning sensation growing in my belly. It slowly expanded from there onto the rest of my body until I felt myself burning from within.

Desperate, I wrapped his arms around his back as he continued fucking me as I held onto him.

"Can you cum?" he suddenly asked me, his voice hoarse and desperate.

And as he did, I opened up my eyes and I tried to come up with an answer. I couldn't, though, and the more I tried to think about it the more desperate I became.

Defeated, I shook my head and then I pulled myself tight against him.

"I... I don't... don't... know..." I muttered in between his thrusts.

Peter looked into my eyes and then he nodded. A moment later he pushed me down onto the bed and then his hand moved between my legs.

"Let me help." he said as he smiled at me.

And as he did, I felt his hands moving between me until it found my clit, and then he started playing with it. His calloused hand felt incredibly rough over it, but despite that, or maybe even because of that, I suddenly gasped as I felt the air leaving my lungs.

A bright flash of light exploded in front of me, leaving me blind, and then my whole body tensed in an instant as every muscle pulled at the same time. It was agonizing, but under it, I felt myself squirming on the bed as my mind flooded with pleasure.

Fearing I would lose my mind, I tried to resist, but it was useless, and not long the sensation started to fade away, leaving me gasping for more.

When I managed to open my eyes I saw Peter's face, hanging inches above me. He was smiling sweetly and as he continued pumping his cock into me, I felt the last of my orgasm fade away.

Soon, though, my body started to feel like it was burning and his touch, no matter how soft it was, felt like fire.

"You came." he said a moment later, and all I could do was nod shyly. "It's my turn."

And just like that, he pulled out of me and he grabbed his cock before he started masturbating furiously.

With a low, guttural scream that filled me with fear, he aimed his cock at my pubis just as the first jet of cum exploded out of it. A second followed a moment later, and then a third and a fourth. The last one came a few seconds later, and all I could do was watch.

Lifting my head, I watched my pubis and my belly covered in his cum. It was thick and white, and to me, it looked like a mark. His mark, telling me that I was his. As I watched, it slipped down between my legs and over my pussy, sending shivers down my back.

Suddenly exhausted, I dropped onto the bed as Peter watched me from above, still holding his cock.

"That was..." he said as he tried to catch his breath and then he dropped onto the bed next to me.

Suddenly, I was overcome with the need to hug him, to feel his body pressed against mine. A moment later I rolled onto my side, slipped my arm under his neck and I hugged him, burying my head under his.

I was happy, filled with a feeling of bliss so powerful that it was scary, and as I cuddled against him, all I could think of was how much I wanted that moment to last forever.

As I listened to his heart, beating quickly inside of my chest, I felt myself drifting away into darkness until I was gone.

----

When I woke up, I felt tired and disoriented. Peter was laying next to me, and it was only then that I remembered what had happened and I realized that I was still completely naked.

Suddenly ashamed, I pulled on the bed sheets to cover myself, and then I looked at him as I felt my face blushing.

"Hey." he said a moment later as he smiled warmly.

Unable to talk, I smiled back as my face became even redder, and then I bit my lips, not really sure what to do.

"As much as I would love for you to stay the whole night with me, I fear that would be a bad idea." he said a moment later as caressed my face.

"Why don't you take a shower and go back to your room before your dad wakes up?" he added a moment later.

And though I really didn't want to, I knew he was right.

Before I did, though, I lunged towards him and I kissed him. This time, he kissed me back and as our tongues swirled together I felt my body becoming hotter and hotter until we pulled back and I was left panting and burning with arousal.

Peter, though, looked at me with an annoyed smile, and then he got out of the bed.

He was still naked, and his cock, now soft, hung between his testicles. The sight of it made me blush, but he didn't seem too concerned about his nudity.

I was all new to me, though, and the idea of being naked in front of him was still scary, so I wrapped the bed sheets around me, and then I ran into the bathroom for a quick shower. After drying myself with one of his towels, I found all of my clothes and I returned to the bathroom to get dressed.

Once I was ready, we stood by the door for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes until he leaned down and he kissed me. He was almost two heads taller than me, and I had to stand on the tip of my toes just to reach him, but it didn't matter.

It was just a quick kiss on his lips this time, but it left me panting and out of breath.

Once I was out, I looked around just to make sure I was alone and then I headed to my room. I was practically jumping with excitement, and once inside, I found that my dad was sleeping deeply.

I changed quickly and then slipped into my bed, wishing I could feel Peter against me.

----

The next morning it was my dad who woke me up. I was tired and groggy, and for a moment I almost called him Peter, though luckily I didn't, as that would have been very hard to explain.

I had been dreaming of him, we were in bed like before, and I was trying to give him a blowjob but it was only then that I realized I had no idea how.

Swallowing nervously, I pushed the memory of my dream away and I looked at my dad with a smile.

My dad was looking much better, and though he still looked a little pale, he could walk and move without too much pain.

Our flight back was in a few hours, so after I washed my face, we made our way downstairs and had breakfast. I tried to find Peter, as I wanted to see him before we left, but he was nowhere to be seen, and that worried me.

In all the excitement, it never occurred to me that I didn't have his number or any other way to contact him.

Once we finished eating, my dad went back to the room to shower and start packing, and after telling him I would be there in a few minutes, I headed towards Peter's room.

Once I got there the room was being cleaned and the maid told me he had already checked out. Feeling desperate, I headed to the reception and asked if they had seen him.

Devastated, I listened as they explained that his flight had been changed and that he had already left for the airport. Fearing they would start asking questions if I asked for his number, I thanked them and then went into my room.

He had left without saying goodbye, I thought over and over again as I rode the elevator.

He had used me, just like the other boys, and then he was gone.

Suddenly I started crying, so instead of going back to my room I made my way back down and I hid under a tree in the hotel's garden. There weren't many people around, and thankfully they all left me alone, something I was thankful for.

Still, I knew I didn't have much time before my dad started worrying, so after washing my face, I made my way into the room and I angrily packed everything into my backpack as my dad looked in confusion.

The flight home was long and we had a four-hour layover in the middle. I didn't say a word, even though I wanted to explain to my dad that it wasn't with him. I simply couldn't.

Once we got home, I unpacked, dropped my clothes in the washing machine, changed my bedsheets and then I cleaned my room.

I was just keeping myself busy, of course, but the problem was that I still had a long way to go before I went back to school, and that idea filled me with sadness.

----

As I feared, the next week dragged on horribly slow. I didn't have much to do. I didn't want to spend all day on the computer, so instead, I cleaned early in the morning and then went walking around the town, sometimes for hours.

I liked walking, it helped me clear my mind, I thought.

Still, it was becoming increasingly hard to focus, and my dad was starting to notice.

He worked from home, though from time to time he had to fly to Houston or Los Angeles for meetings and things like that. It meant that he was either all day at home, or that he disappeared for days at a time.

I tried not to think about what had happened, and when I did, I told myself that he just didn't have time to come by and say goodbye, especially since my dad would be there.

It helped, but not much. I wasn't angry with him anymore at least, but I was still depressed that I wouldn't see him again.

For a moment, the idea of asking my dad for his contact crossed my mind, but I had no way to explain why I wanted to contact his long-lost friend. Besides, if they hadn't talked in 15 years, he probably didn't have his number anymore, and if he did, Peter had probably changed it.

I also tried to find him on Facebook but I couldn't, and his name gave up to many results on Google.

As the days dragged on and on, I fell into a routine, until one day something unexpected happened.

It was late at night and we had already finished dinner. I was in bed, just watching Netflix when I heard the front door opening and then deep male laughter coming from below.

More curious than afraid, I made my way down the stairs, and then I froze.

"Hey Sarah, how are you doing?" Peter said as he looked at me.

It was then that I realized I was wearing pink shorts, and a pink t-shirt that read "SWEET PEA" in big bold letters, and suddenly all I wanted was to run upstairs and hide.

I managed not to run, though, but I could feel my face burning in shame as Peter smiled warmly.

"Hey." I said as I tried to act calm.

My dad, completely oblivious, looked at me, and then he shook his head.

"Sweet pea." he said drawing my attention. "Go back to your room, this is an grownups night, okay?"

I wanted to complain, to say something, but I realized pretty quickly that it would have been a bad idea. Instead, I nodded slowly, and then I looked at Peter one more time.

"Bye." I said as I felt my legs trembling.

Despite that, I ran into my room, and once inside I locked the door before I dropped myself onto the floor and I pressed my ear against it.

I could only hear mumbles and laughter, but it didn't matter. Peter was here, I told myself over and over as I rolled onto the floor full of happiness and excitement.

He stayed well past midnight, just talking and laughing with my dad, and then the house became silent and the front door opened and closed.

I rushed towards my window, just in time to see him stopping next to the mailbox. The lights in my room were off, but he looked towards me, and even from a distance I could see him smiling.

Then he took out something from his pocket and he placed it inside the box before he got in his car and he drove away.

My dad was still up, and I would have no way to explain what I was doing outside so late, so I had to wait until he went to sleep before I did anything.

After he went into his bedroom, I waited for half an hour, and then I made my way out of my room moving carefully.

I could hear him snoring even through the closed door, though. Feeling a little safer, I left the house through the back, and I made my way around towards the front, and then I opened the mailbox.

It was empty, except for a small slip of paper. I grabbed it and then I ran back into my room, happy to hear my dad was still snoring.

Once I had locked my door, I opened the paper and in there I found a phone number and a little heart.

Nervous and excited, I added his number to my phone and then I sent him a message.

"Hey." I wrote nervously before I waited for an answer.

Luckily, a moment later the checkmark under the message turned blue and my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey sweet pea!" he wrote back making me laugh out loud as my face turned red.

"Don't call me that! Only my dad calls me sweet pea, please!" I said, even though I felt giddy when he said it.

"Okay, okay... no more sweet pea." he wrote back. "What do I call you then?"

I thought about it for a moment but didn't have an answer, so I just sent him a shrugging emoji and I waited as I laid on my bed.

"About what happened... I am sorry, Sarah, I truly am. They bumped me to an earlier flight I had to leave early, I tried to leave you a message but I feared your dad would find it first and that would have been bad..." he wrote a moment later.

Hearing him say it made me feel dizzy, and suddenly I could feel a few tears streaming down my face as I remembered the feeling of his body pressed against mine.

We spent the next hour just chatting until he finally said he had to go to sleep. Disappointed, but not wanting to appear needy, I told him we could chat again in the morning, but he had other plans.

"I was talking to your dad, he has a flight tomorrow afternoon and he won't be back for a couple of days. What do you say if I say I can pick you up after 5 and you can come to my place. Maybe spend the night together?" he wrote a moment later.

I could hardly contain my excitement as I read his message, and I had to wait a full minute before I could answer.

"Yeah, that sounds cool." I said, trying to hide my excitement.

"Just cool? I was expecting an awesome, or something like that. I might have to work on my plans a bit more then." he added a moment later.

Laughing out loud, I held my phone to my chest, and then I told him good night, knowing there was no way I was going to get any sleep that night.

----

In the end, I did manage to sleep again, but when I woke up I was still tired and I could barely keep my eyes open.

After a shower and a late breakfast, my dad told me that he had to leave for a few days.

I tried to act surprised, of course, and after asking him how long he thought he would be gone, I started to count the hours until Peter picked me up.

By the time my dad's Uber picked him up I had everything planned inside my head. I had a backpack with some clothes, the least childish ones I owned and I had already changed into a black summer dress that I had, along with some black canvas shoes. I hoped Peter would like them, I thought as I looked at my reflection.

At five, though, I got a message from Peter. He was sending an Uber, he said, and not a minute later, a car stopped outside.

After checking everything one last time, I locked the house and then I got in. The driver looked at me for a moment and then he drove away, and after half an hour, he stopped in front of another house.

This one was a little bigger than ours, and the front was covered in trees and bushes, so many of them that you could hardly see the house from the street.

I didn't have to pay, so I got off, grabbed my backpack, and then I waited for the driver to leave.

Once I was alone, I looked around, but the street was empty, and before anyone could see me, I ran towards the front door and I knocked twice.

Peter opened the door a moment later, wearing grey shorts and a loose white shirt. He looked gorgeous, and for a moment I just stood there, breathless.

Once inside, though, he took my backpack and after hanging it by the door, he gave me a tour of the house, starting from the back harden.

A tall, wooden fence ran along the whole area, blocking all the houses around it. Like the front, it was completely overgrown with plants and flowers of all colors.

The inside of the house was equally beautiful, with big open rooms full of light, a very spacious kitchen, a dining room with a big round table big enough for a lot of people, and next to it a living room with a big couch, a couple of armchairs and plenty of space.

Lastly, we headed upstairs, and he showed me the three rooms and two bathrooms, ending on the main bedroom, where he slept.

In the center, there was a huge bed, much bigger than the one in the hotel, and as I walked around it, Peter watched me from the door with a big smile on his face.

And as he did, I trembled softly as excitement started bubbling inside of me.

Before I could go much further, though, Peter walked towards and once he was towering in front of me, he slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and he pulled it down until it fell around my feet.

I gasped in shock, thankful I was still wearing my underwear. Then I saw him licking his lips hungrily before he picked me up from the floor with ease and he carried me to the bed.

A moment later his hands started roaming all over me as he took bites from my breast, my thighs, my neck, and my pubis. This time there was an urgency in the way he touched me that was both arousing and terrifying at the same time.

After he undressed, he slipped my panties off, and then he pushed himself in me in one swift push. Unable to escape, I gasped in agony as I felt his cock stretching my pussy, but the pain disappeared a moment later, leaving behind a dull burning sensation that would only grow even stronger as he started fucking me.

Trapped under him, all I could do was endure as his thrust pushed me against the headboard, all while I moaned desperately.

I was burning from within, desperate to cum once more, and as I dragged my fingernails over his back I finally did.

The world around me exploded in an instant and then I heard myself screaming hoarsely into the air as I collapsed weakly under his body. It was too much, though, and I felt I would go crazy, that it would never stop and I would be consumed by the fire within me, and when I couldn't breathe I started panicking.

When it finally ended, though, I managed to open my eyes and Peter's face was hanging above me.

He was covered in sweat, and as he kept pumping his cock into me, he stopped for a second, and then he slipped on a condom before he pushed himself into me once more.

A moment later he closed his eyes and he grunted wildly as I could feel his cock spasming inside of me.

A part of me was sad he was wearing a condom. His cock felt different, more distant, but another one, a more sane version of me, was glad he had as I wasn't ready to get pregnant.

After taking a long breath, he pulled out of me once more, and then he looked between my legs.

My pussy felt sore and sticky, and as I ran my hands over his chest I sighed happily.

I spent the next two days with him, and though we had sex almost constantly, not everything was perfect.

Like in my dream, I soon realized I didn't know how to give him a blowjob, and though I didn't dare to admit it, it became obvious when he asked me for one, and I didn't know what to do.

He wasn't angry and neither did he made me feel ashamed because of that, though, and instead, he showed me a few videos of girls giving blowjobs and he gave me a few tips on what he liked and what he didn't.

It wasn't easy, especially since at the beginning my jaw would start aching after a while, but I soon got used to it. I really wanted to be good at it, as he told me it was something he really enjoyed, and though at first I wasn't great, I always insisted on blowing him before we had sex and after some practice, I started to get the hang of it.

By the time my dad was about to return I didn't want to leave, as I was just too happy with him. When we were not having sex, we had spent our time watching movies, cooking, or eating, as if we were a couple.

It felt great, and sometimes I found myself just looking at him as my stomach turned inside of me.

Leaving him was hard, but he told me it was just temporary and I reluctantly agreed.

When I got back home I didn't have much time, though, but I had been thinking about the problem of hiding my absence from my dad since the beginning.

I cleaned everything, took out the trash, changed the bedsheets, and did the laundry. I also cooked a few meals, leaving them in the fridge as leftovers.

I then walked around the house, checking on the few plants we had inside and making sure they were in good shape, and generally trying to look for anything that might give me away.

When my dad got back, though, I waited for him nervously by the door and once inside he hugged me and he ruffled my hair before he went straight into his room, saying he was exhausted.

He slept like a log until the next day and when he woke up he started talking about his job and what the plans were for next week, completely oblivious to the fact that I had been gone for two days.

His next trip was on Tuesday, he told me, so I only had to wait three days to see Peter again. It wasn't going to be that hard, I told myself.

But I was very wrong about that. By the second day, I was just about really to pull my hair out, and all I could think was going back to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tuesday came and my dad left. Like before, Peter sent an Uber to pick me up and when I got there I spent the next few days with him.

When I was with him I felt pure bliss, and time seemed to fly so fast that I became dizzy. We soon fell into a rhythm, where we would spend our time talking outside in the garden, watching movies, cooking together, and sometimes we would even go outside at night and just watch the stars in silence as we drank beer.

Cooking was something I came to enjoy, despite my reluctance at first. I could live on hot dogs and mac and cheese, but Peter insisted we should eat "real food" as he put it. So when it came time to eat, we would go to the kitchen and he would make all these elaborate meals that I had to admit were delicious.

Sometimes I simply watched him, while others I helped him with some tasks like chopping and cleaning, but in reality, he did most of the work.

I didn't mind, though, as I had never eaten so well in my life. Some of my favorites were rosemary lamb chops with baked potatoes, mushroom risotto, shrimps and cream pasta, and for dessert, a chocolate soufflé that had molten chocolate on the center.

We also had a lot of sex, several times a day at least, and slowly, he started introducing new stuff for me to try.

The first was anal sex, which was scary at the beginning. But Peter went slowly, using a small dildo first before he thought I was ready for his cock. The first time we tried I was very nervous, though, and we first had normal sex. Only when he thought I was sufficiently aroused, he started pushing himself into my asshole.

The sensation was deeply uncomfortable but not really all that painful after I got used to it. That time it was only for a minute, and just the tip, though the next time he managed to push himself all the way into me before he started fucking me. Trapped under him, I could feel his hips slamming against my ass with every thrust as I moaned loudly.

I hadn't thought of it, but he could cum in my ass without a condom, and the first time he did the sensation was incredibly arousing. I could feel his cum splashing inside of me as I shivered in lust, and though I didn't get to cum that time, I didn't care.

After he pulled out, I could feel my asshole gaping open, an incredibly strange sensation, and soon after, his cum started dribbling out of me and onto the bed as I tried to catch my breath.

Anal sex wasn't the only thing he tried to introduce me to, though.

Sometimes, when we were laying in bed just resting after having sex, he would show me deepthroating videos. I knew what it was, but I had obviously never tried it and the idea was terrifying.

It looked incredibly uncomfortable and even painful for the girls on the videos, and in a few, I could even see them puking when it became too much for them.

I asked him why he wanted me to try that, but his answer was that he thought it was very hot.

I refused to try it, though, at least at first, but he continued insisting, and from time to time when I was blowing him, he would grab my head and push his cock deep against the back of my mouth until I started gagging.

In the end, I decided to at least give it a try, even though I was still scared.

Peter suggested we tried it while I laid on the bed, facing up, and with my head hanging from the edge. It would make it easier for my throat to adjust to his cock, he told me.

Reluctantly, I did as he said, hanging my head from the edge as he stood above me. He was smiling, obviously excited, and in his hand he held his cock. He had told me what to expect, and at first he went slowly.

Once I had his cock in my mouth I started blowing him, just like I usually did. The position made it more difficult for me to move, but he was rocking his hips in short, slow thrusts, which kind of meant the same for me, except I had way less control.

We stayed like that for a while as I tried my best to please him with my mouth, and then he started pushing deeper and deeper. Soon I could feel the tip of his cock in the back of my mouth and I started gagging.

It wasn't too much at first, and I managed to hold on, but it was a pretty uncomfortable sensation.

Luckily for me, he then pulled out, letting me recover as I took a long, deep breath.

When he returned, he started pushing once more until the tip of his cock popped into my throat. It was far from comfortable, but at least it wasn't painful.

Slowly, he moved a little deeper, and then he started rocking his hips as he slowly fucked my throat. I did my best to stay still, though from time to time I could feel my spit dripping out of my mouth and down my face.

Peter, though, was moaning loudly above me as he pushed deeper and deeper, until suddenly I could feel my lips wrapping around the base of his cock while his balls pressed onto my face.

I was almost thrilled at the idea of being able to swallow him whole, but then I lost my concentration and disaster happened.

In his excitement, he pushed just a little too hard, and suddenly I started choking hard. My stomach twisted painfully inside me and I panicked. Desperate, I placed my hands on his thighs and I pushed, but it was like pushing a wall.

Above me, lost in his own pleasure, he didn't notice my problem and he just kept fucking me. I tried my best to resist, but suddenly it all became too much and I felt a burning liquid climbing along my throat before it came out of my mouth around his cock.

A wet, gurgling sound filled the room as Peter suddenly pulled out of my throat, only then realizing what was happening.

But it was already too late, and the moment he did, an explosion of saliva and vomit came out of my mouth and then dripped down my face as I flipped myself on the bed.

After catching my breath and cleaning my face, I sat on the bed just looking at the floor.

I was disappointed, almost angry with myself for not being able to take do it, and meanwhile, Peter was hovering around me, looking concerned.

"I am fine." I told him, though my voice sounded dry and raspy.

We spent the rest of the day just cuddling and being together, but it wasn't the last time we tried.

The next time I visited his house, I was giving him a blowjob when I decided to try again.

This time I was on my knees, so I started taking him deeper and deeper as I looked into his eyes. When it became too much I would pull out and then suck on his balls or his shaft and then I would continue until I slowly pushed his cock back into my throat.

I almost puked again, but this time I managed not to.

Finally, as I managed to close my lips around the base of his cock and I saw him moaning loudly above me, I felt a strange sense of pride.

After that, we started doing it regularly and I got used to it.

I could easily take him into my throat now, and he could even fuck it for a few minutes, though whenever he did my saliva would become slimy and thick, and when it escaped around his cock it would drip down my chin and onto my chest.

He told me he liked that, so I never complained, but it still felt a little strange to me.

Peter loved oral sex, and though I didn't enjoy it as much as he did, I still liked it and I never hesitated to suck his cock. Both because I knew he liked it, and because it made me feel strangely powerful to have his cock twitching inside my mouth.

There was one thing I did love, though, and that was his cum.

Even though it felt very strange at the beginning, I loved when he came into my mouth.

The first time, as the taste finally registered in my mind, I started gagging. It tasted like warm bleach to me, but as time went on I got used to it until it became something I liked.

After a while, I remembered one of the videos he had shown me at first and decided to try something.

Whenever he came during a blowjob, I would let his cum pool in my mouth until he finished. Then I would open my mouth, showing him how his cum oozed over my tongue, and only when he nodded I would swallow it.

When did, I could feel it sticking to my throat as it went down, and then I would open up my mouth to show him it was gone, feeling a deep sense of pride.

After a couple of weeks, desperate to spend more time with him, I started visiting him during the day when my dad was home.

I would tell my dad that I was going to a friend's house, or that I was taking a walk, and I would spend most of the day with Peter. It felt great, and sometimes I felt my feet barely touched the ground because of how happy I was.

It wasn't just the sex either. I loved to talk with him or to just be near him. Sometimes we spent hours just enjoying each other company without saying a single word, something that was both strange and beautiful at the same time.

I wished we could have gone on a date, though, but I knew that maybe it wasn't such a great idea, so I never mentioned it.

Not long after, Peter started me on the pill, saying that it would be much safer than what we were doing, and it would allow us to relax more.

That first day I stood in the bathroom, holding that little white pill, it felt incredibly heavy in my hand and it took me a while to gather the courage to take it.

As I did, I kept thinking about Peter, and how he was waiting for me on the bed. About the fact that he would soon be able to cum inside of me. I wondered if would feel different than when he did it in my ass.

The idea was incredibly arousing to me, and after swallowing it, I remember feeling like I was no longer a girl.

He told me we still had to wait a week for it to work, though, so we still used protection for a while, but after that Peter finally came inside of me without a condom.

The sensation of his cock cumming inside of my bare pussy was incredibly powerful, and as he did I held onto him, pressing my body against him as jet after jet of his cum splashed inside of me.

I didn't manage to cum that first time he did, but it didn't really matter. When it was over, we both laid on the bed, covered in sweat and out of breath, and then he kissed my lips tenderly before I fell asleep.

----

I would have been happy if everything remained like that, but Peter wanted more, and I could never say no to him.

"You are so beautiful..." he said, his voice full of desire.

When he said that, I was on my knees, completely naked, and sucking his cock as deep as I could without taking my eyes from his. Far from a romantic atmosphere, I thought.

But despite that, when he told me I was beautiful, I felt my face turning a deep shade of red as I blushed hard. He was always telling me I was beautiful, and even after so many times, I still blushed, finding it hard to believe.

After that, I redoubled my efforts for a while, and then I pulled back to take a deep breath. As I did, I started running my tongue along his shaft while I played with his ball with my off-hand, something that he enjoyed.

"I was thinking..." he said before he stopped and then he gave me a wicked smile.

Looking at him, I felt a shiver running down my back, as I knew he wanted to try something new, and that was always a bit scary.

"I want to tie you up, while we have sex." he said a moment later.

A moment later my mind filled with images from the videos he had shown me. In them, the girls were usually bound. Sometimes it was just their hands cuffed behind them, but others they were tied very tightly, unable to move while men around then used them.

Swallowing nervously, I looked into his eyes and I nodded slowly, and as I did I felt myself shuddering at the idea of being so defenseless.

Before I could make him cum, he took me to the bed, and once there he tied my hands to the headboard and my feet at either side of the bed. No matter how hard I tried pulling, I simply couldn't escape, I was at his mercy, and the idea was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

Peter, meanwhile, stood to one side, lazily stroking his cock as he looked at my body. He was smiling, and he was obviously excited.

When he climbed on top and he started fucking me, I couldn't stop myself from screaming hoarsely into the air. The sensation was completely different from being unbound, and not long after I had come twice in a row.

After that, my body felt raw and sensitive, and every touch of his, every thrust felt ten times more powerful than ever before. I was pleading for him to stop, but he didn't listen, and by the time he finally came inside of me, I felt I was going to go crazy.

It wasn't the last time he tied me, of course. Sometimes he would cuff my hands behind my back when I was blowing him, forcing me to use only my mouth.

Others he would tie me like the first time, but facing down so he could fuck my ass. That had been scary, as he was suddenly very rough and tied me as I was, I had no way to resist. I was at his mercy, and the more he fucked me the more brutal he became.

Despite times like that, I still enjoyed myself, at least sometimes.

After the ropes and the cuffs, we started using a gag. The first one was a small, silicone ball with holes that he pushed into my mouth before he locked it behind my head.

I could still mumble if I had to, but more importantly, I could breathe easily with it.

The next ones were bigger and soon they became solid. No holes meant breathing was more difficult and the bigger they became, the more of my mouth they filled.

By the end, they got so big that Peter had to push them past my teeth, as I couldn't open my mouth wide enough.

Those were very hard, and after a while, my jaw would start aching painfully. I couldn't swallow either, so my saliva would dribble out of my mouth and down my chest as if I were a toddler.

Then came the blindfolds, which weren't so bad, except for the fact that now I couldn't see what he was going to do. I didn't like them all that much.

He also started calling me names. He told me that if he couldn't call me his sweet pea, we had to find another one.

So I became his "little pet", or "delicious". It all depended on the moment, and the idea was strangely arousing to me.

After the blindfolds, though, he decided to try something new once again, and this time it was extremely scary at first.

We were in bed, and he had tied my hands and feet to it so that I couldn't move, and then he started fucking me.

I was close to cumming, I just needed another minute, I thought, wishing I could play with my breasts.

"Don't be scared, I am not going to hurt you... it will just be a moment, okay?" he suddenly whispered.

Confused, I looked into his eyes and then I nodded slowly, afraid of what he meant.

Before I could react, his hand shot towards me, and then he grabbed my neck.

I gasped in panic, trying to escape him but I had no chance, and then he started squeezing. Panic exploded in my mind and I started fighting to get away from him. It was useless, though, and no matter how much I pulled from the ropes, how much I flopped under him, I couldn't get away.

Peter, meanwhile, squeezed my neck just a little harder as his face transformed with anger and lust.

I could feel my heart pounding inside of my head as I struggled to breathe, but it was impossible. I was going to die, I thought despite his warning, and as I gasped for air, my vision started to close and the world around me seemed to fade away.

Before it did, though, Peter buried himself as deep as he could inside of me and he finally came.

A low, guttural scream filled the air and then he finally released me.

Finally free, I took a deep breath, and then another as blood flowed back into my head. I felt dizzy and terror still filled my mind, but at least I wasn't dying, I thought.

Oblivious to my terror, Peter finished cumming and then he pulled out of my pussy. As if nothing had happened, he laid on the bed next to me, resting his head on my chest.

"God... that was... amazing..." he said as he tried to catch his breath.

I could still feel his fingers on my neck, and as I tried to breathe, I suddenly started coughing. My throat felt sore and for a moment I thought he had crushed it. Once I was done coughing, the sensation remained, but I was finally able to breathe again.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" he asked me as his fingers danced slowly over my belly.

Closing my eyes, I tried to push the feeling of terror away, to forget how certain I was that I was about to die, but I couldn't.

But despite that, I nodded slowly and then I leaned my head against his.

I couldn't say no to him.

----

The next few weeks things became normal again. Or at least the new normal. He continued tying me, using gags, he still choked me from time to time, though at least I was getting used to the sensation.

We still spent so much time together, though, that I didn't matter about any of that. I just wanted to be with him.

In the back of my mind, though, there was something that was slowly burning.

It had taken me a lot to realize it had happened, and even longer to accept it, but in the end, I couldn't keep denying it.

One night, after spending the day with him, I returned home for the night, and after having dinner with my dad, I went up into my room and I sat on the floor in front of my mirror.

I sat there for hours, long after I heard my dad going to sleep. I thought about it, tried to deny it, to call it a million other ways, but in the end I realized that it was time to admit it.

"I love him..." I whispered into the air.

Terror, excitement, arousal, sadness, and bliss were just some of the feelings that I felt at that moment, and suddenly I felt dizzy, almost sick.

I looked at my reflection for a while, alternating in between them, all while I repeated those words over and over again.

I didn't sleep at all that night, and the next day, when I got to his home, I was terrified.

After I closed the door behind me, I stopped and looked at him, saying those same words inside my head. I didn't dare saying them out loud to him, though. What if he rejected me, I thought, and just thinking about it made me tremble in fear.

Was it better to spend my life with him not knowing it, or to risk it all and lose him? Was it better to wait, until he said it himself?

I had no answer to that question, unfortunately, but I did know I was too scared to lose him.

"What did you do last night?" Peter asked me as he kissed me softly.

I wanted to hug him, to kiss him far longer than that, to jump and hang my arms around him and tell him the truth. But I couldn't.

"Nothing, just... I missed you." I said as I looked away shyly.

"I missed you too." Peter said, a moment later.

And then, as if he could read my mind, he pulled me against him and he kissed me slowly and tenderly until I felt my body melting against his, and when he finally pulled I looked at him and I smiled.

After making something quick for dinner, we made our way towards the garden and there we ate sitting on the grass and enjoying the sunset. It was beautiful, and as I pressed my body against him I remembered our first time together, back in Mexico.