When I was 16 I became very close with 17 year old donta, who lived in the group home next door. At the time I had a boyfriend named Montez, who was Cuban and black like myself. From the very beginning I kept the two of them away from each other. I knew Montez would flip out if he knew I had a male friend. Eventually I could not deal with my father's behavior anymore, consequently I moved away from the house next to the group home, and into my mothers house across town. Coincidentally donta had been kicked out of his group home on his 18 th birthday. My mother, being the snooper she is, overheard our phone conversation and offered him a place to stay with us.

The first week was hard. Trying to hide the fact that a very attractive young man was living at my house from my boyfriend was HELL. however I quickly adjusted. Soon I felt dobta creeping around when I was changing and it made me very wet. A few days later we were having great sex every time my mother would leave.

The first time it happened I was getting out of the shower and I heard a very urgent knock at the bathroom door. I covered myself and opened up. Donta came in and snatched my towel away and sat me on the counter. I didn't object at all and I thoroughly enjoyed feeling his tongue slurping up my wetness. ========) lucky for us we heard my moms truck in the driveway and he wiped his face and I remained in the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. The following days we used every opportunity available to fuck! It was amazing getting filled up while my mother was sleeping or on the phone. However it did throw me off of my game some and donta found out about my relationship with Montez. He was so upset that he tore my panties and pinned my arms down as I screamed and begged him to stop. He only held my rist tighter. He spread my legs using his knees and he slammed his dick inside of me. I bursted out in tears and begged him to stop again and again. But he just thrusted harder and harder. And all he could say was "you cheating bitch you deserve this" I knew it was true but I still wanted to be free. The following days were very strange and I was fearful everytime donta was near, however I got super wet at the same time. Donta began to treat me like a slave while my mother was away. I kinda liked when he would grab my head and make me suck his dick. He knew I liked it too. I never got to speak to montez again and to this day that still bothers me. I never spoke of the abuse to anyone for several reasons. One of them being I loved it, another because I didn't want my mother to know that I betrayed her trust but fucking donta in her house. And because I knew my family was crazy and I didn't want him to get killed.