Accepting Cindy

We held that position for quite some time. Motionless and silent, savoring these new sensations. Eventually he withdrew nearly the whole length of his cock, then pushed slowly back inside me. It hurt as he pushed back inside me.

"Oh no, please stop!"

I gasped.

But he just laughed and pulled out and then pushed back in, this time only harder.

"OH! GOD NO! PLEASE STOP!"

I screamed. But he did not. In fact he steadily increased his pace until he was pounding in and out of me, so hard that his thighs made a slapping sound as the crashed against my buttocks. The burning, stinging pain in my rectum increased in intensity with each forward thrust until I thought I would pass out.

Then, suddenly, almost as quickly as it had come on, the pain diminished. My agony was replaced with strange new sensations. Sensations that were not completely enjoyable, but not at all unpleasant. I realized I was still moaning in time with his thrusting but I was no longer moaning with pain. My cock had gotten hard again and a puddle had formed in my navel from what was oozing out of it.

Now I started to feel hot. My eyes were wet with tears and my face still burnt with rage at his deceit but damn it if I wasn't feeling good and enjoying the sensation of being fucked. I almost wished the pain would return so that I could maintain my anger, surely if I was enjoying myself it would vindicate his actions. I wanted to hate him! But he was making me feel so good. It was insane.

I gave in to the pleasure. I gave in to him. He could do as he pleased to me and I would let him. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure and I no longer cared that he had lied to me and hurt me. He had taken me to this place, and for that, I owed him. As long as he fucked me, that was all that mattered.

"Oh yeah, you like that, honey?"

he hissed as the effort was starting to tell on him. He was sweating and panting and charging towards a climax.

"Oh yes, that feels good!"