T girls first time with a Man
Sharing a story of my first time, with a masculine man.
I was 19, and had recently moved to Vancouver, Canada. I was living with a friend and 3 other roommates in a large shared house. My room came partially furnished which was great, I was particularly happy about the large mirrored dresser that I could use to privately practice my makeup and try on outfits.
By this time I'd been privately dressing and doing makeup for many years, I had also been shaving my body for a long time, I really hated the look of any sort of hair on my body quite early on. Ive always been quite thin figured, with very small natural breasts that developed in puberty, the Dr said due to excess estrogen ?. But I was not out as trans, or really fond of labels, and I'm still not.
Other than fooling around with my fem emo friend, I had never really been with anyone, I had grown up in a small conservative prairie town, and largely kept private, only a few close friends knew about my sexuality, and almost no one knew that I kept a hairless body or the fact that at any time I might be wearing fishnet stockings and panties under my jeans.
This is why I was soo happy and excited to finally have my own space, with a proper locking door and thick walls. In a city that I could finally reinvent myself and be me.
Having a safe space to dress up and play with my toys whenever I please, or even go out, dressed how I want, being who I want to be.
It was about this time in my life that I began to phase out of exclusively liking femboys like myself, and began feeling more and more attraction to real masculine men. Don't get me wrong, I still like "gurl-time", but I really started to like the "daddy-types".
I began often looking at pornography, searching up "masculine men", "daddy", "bear", I liked the raw hairy a****listic gruff body, muscular or chubby, both made me have the same feeling, this deep feeling that blushes my skin, butterflies in my stomach, a very paralyzed and submissive feeling comes over me.
It's at this point l have no choice but to do myself with a big toy until I get relief. I always get off hands free or not at all.
It was a Friday night and after much self-convincing, I built up the courage to go out, fully dressed up, dolled up. I had a purple band tshirt, skirt, stockings, and my neck length hair styled in a feminine bob by my friend-roomate.
Although I lived with a friend, she wasn't that sort of friend, or really involved with my sort of persuits, or knew the half of it,.. we were from the same town, had gone to school together and kept in touch through FB, and she helped me get into this place.
So long story short, I didn't know anyone. I just really wanted to get out, and the prospect of going out in public, in full gurl-mode, I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I figured I would take a cab to a nightclub, and just play slots and enjoy the atmosphere.
So that's what I did.
I was sooo nervous, as soon as I was dropped off at the doors I just scurried into the door, there was an awkward moment being ID'd, then I found an available slot machine, crossed my legs and finally took a breath and relaxed.
I suddenly felt very happy. The sound of people having fun, the music and the beat. It was rather uneventful, but I'll never forget that evening.
By some weeks later I had been actively trying to meet people, I was still a practical virgin, I had chatted with some guys on **********, which was the thing at this time, and learned at the same time how many time wasters there are out there. But I did meet a new friend, a TS girl, Alecia, we had met a few times and were hanging out as friends.
It was on that following Saturday that we went out, the nights were getting chilly, I wore a pink turtleneck, miniskirt, with thigh high fishnet stockings and over the knee leather boots.
I was assured this club was an lgbt friendly atmosphere and there'd be nothing to worry about. It was an amazing night dancing on the floor, perhaps a few too many drinks. It was by the door waiting for Alecia to come back in from a cigarette break that the Bouncer began talking to me.
"I like your outfit" he said
I might of just squeaked out a "thanks", I was super shy.
Being very slim and only 5'6, maybe 5'7 if I stretch, I felt very small and petite next to this man, who was by my geuss 6'3+ and well over 250lbs, shaped like a refrigerator.
At this point I was kind of scared of him but curious.
We continued some small chat that I don't even remember until Alecia came back in, he asked my number and I gave it to him.
It was later, just after closing that my phone dinged.
"I think you're very cute" was the first message I got from him.
I was suddenly very nervous, as I wasn't sure if when we talked if he was aware that I wasn't actually.. maybe he knew, maybe he didn't, how do I clarify this?
Turns out maybe he was thinking sort of the same thing:
"I like trans girls" was his next message.
Such a relief.
We exchanged a few more messages then he asked if I needed a ride home.
I told Alecia about this, and it turns out she knew him through other friends, that he's "a good guy", "safe".
I messaged him back and accepted his offer.
It was a few minutes later that his black Honda pulled around front, I was quite ***** as those last few shots were settling in, I opened the front passenger seat and hopped in.
I just remember looking down at his hand moving the shifter, just how huge his hands were.
"I don't live far from here if you want to have a drink at my place" he asked.
It was already after 2:30am, but I just said sure without even thinking.
I was still feeling the effects of the drinks, and don't remember the drive or what was said, but I do remember arriving at his apartment complex, going to his floor, and him telling me to make myself comfortable in the living room.
It was a nicely decorated place, with a leather sofa, I hadn't sat down yet when he came into the living room with a case of beer and a half bottle of whiskey.
"Take your pick, beers are cold, or I can mix you a drink." he said.
I accepted his offer for a beer and came up close to him to reach for it, it was then that I really sized up just how big this man is, and how small and dainty I was in comparison, our bodies contrasted to the extreme.
I began to get butterflies and feel flushed, I must have been very naive or ***** from the drinks because it was only then did I really start to clue in about the possibilities and potential of where this evening could go.
And as much as I was turned on, I was also very nervous, I was basically a virgin sissy who plays alone with little toys, and now here I am, very buzzed and vulnerable, scantily half dressed in lingerie, in the home of a man who would be best described as looking like a WWE wrestler.
We small chatted for some time and it didn't take long for him to seat himself next to me, and it also didn't take long until he was gently running his fingers over the top of my thigh, slowly back and forth, while talking about how I first caught his eye this evening.
I looked up at him and before I could say anything further he locked his lips onto mine, i was taken aback by it, in a good way, by just how strong and bold his kiss was, his tongue entered my mouth, thick and warm and passionate.
As our mouths were locked, his hand slowly went up my skirt, feeling the upper reaches of my thigh, I reciprocated by reaching up his shirt and feeling his chest, I could feel his strong pecs and his chest hair was thick, rough, and manly.
His hand was up to my ass, gripping and handling it, his rough manly skin felt amazing on my smooth soft bottom.
I was breathing strongly and fulling immersed into the moment, the touching, the kissing, ..he whispered something, I think it was "do you want it?" I just said "yes".
It was at this moment that he suddenly scooped me up like a firefighter and carried me down the hall, into the bedroom and laid me on my back, on the bed.
He towered above me and pulled off his shirt, his muscles were huge, lots of hair and had a thick slightly bulging belly that was just so sexy in that raw masculine way.
He reached down and up my skirt, grabbed at my panties and pulled them down and off my legs, then pulled my turtleneck up and off.
I was now laying here in my little sheer bra, short skirt, and fishnet stockings, bashfully staring up at this giant of a man standing over me.
He beckoned me to sit up and I quickly obliged, my face was right at his crotch, and I needed no further instruction.
I began to unbuckle his jeans, this was the moment of truth, as for some time now the thought and question had been in my mind of just how big he was down there? And what If he was too big? Because there's really no turning back.
I could already see the bulge, a massive bulge.. I unzipped him and brought his jeans and boxers slowly down at the same time.
I first seen the hair, then the beginning of a thick shaft pressed against massive balls from the waistband. ..as I dropped his jeans down further and further , more and more thick shaft was revealed until finally I passed the head and it sprang up, knocking into my chin.
It was HUGE, like one of those big sausage salamis you see at the deli, and the head was huge, a mushroom bulging out much wider than the shaft, maybe it was 2 inches across.
He must have been expecting the shocked facial expression I made, because he teased and said "is it big enough for you?"
"Yes" I stuttered.. "definitely, yes" .. truth was, I was maybe a little scared of the size.
I took it right into my mouth as deep as I could without choking, I could hardly even suck on it, I just did the best I could while stroking the shaft.
I felt his big hands cradle my head and he began to rock my head back and forth into his pelvis, I began to feel and fondle his massive balls, they were so firm and tight.
That must have gave him an idea, because he then stood right over me, and put his balls right to my mouth, I eagerly licked and kissed them, took them into my mouth, and ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft while looking up at him for approval.
I was just absolutely absorbed and lost into the moment, loving and worshipping this mans massive package.
After some time, he had me lay down and he went to his dresser and brought out a bottle of lubricant and condoms.
He pushed up my skirt, leaned down and kissed my hairless little clit dick, then lifted up my ass and propped a pillow underneath. He put the condom on his finger, spread the lube on my hole and began rubbing my hole in a circular motion.
"Do you like that?" He asked.
"Yes, that feels so good" I replied.
He leaned down and began to kiss all around under my belly button, upper thighs and hips, teasing his tounge around the outskirts of my clitty.
His finger was like the size of some of my small toys themselves, I've always been very very tight, he began pushing his finger into me, working it in deeper and deeper, right to the knuckles.
There was a small amount of pain at first but it went away, I was a little nervous.. if I felt that with his finger, what's going to happen when he puts his whole salami cock into me?
But he knew exactly what he was doing, he worked more and more fingers and lube into me, until all three or four fingers, not sure, were in me and I was totally wet with lube.
At this point he got his knees onto the bed, and straddled his pelvis up between my spread legs and handed me the condom to put on him, Magnum XXL, his balls were hanging over my hole and his huge cock was resting on my tummy, his cock head reaching my bellybutton.. "OMG".. I thought.
With some effort I got the condom on him, and watched him squeeze out lube and spread it across the length of his cock.
He pulled back a little bit, and put the head of his cock to my wet hole, and began to push it forward.
"You're so tight" he said.
I just knodded my head
I was bitting my lip and gripping the bedsheets as this massive cock head was being squeezed into my tight little hole, he'd push a little, then relax it a little, slowly gaining entry into me little by little.
Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, I felt his cock head slip past the tight ring of my hole and entered into me, I still felt stretched to the limit, but now I was able to let out that big breath I was holding in as a long moan, as he began pushing deeper and deeper.
I was lost in the moment, savoring the sensations of his massive rod stretching me and the fullness deep inside me, I felt his balls begin to touch the area under my hole, I couldn't believe this whole salami of a cock was fully in me.
He laid down onto me, his cock still to the hilt, his body so big his chest was to my face, he slowly and in very small strokes moved his cock in me, after a while I realized there was no discomfort from his cock, that I'd fully relaxed and loosened to accommodate this massive rod.
He began to hump me, shallow thrusts at first, I was kissing his chest and lower neck, I was moaning from the sensations.
"Ooohh your cock feels incredible.." I moaned
"You're hole is so tight and feels so good." He grunted.
By this time I was so into it that I began eagerly thrusting my hips up, meeting him, the sounds of my moans, his grunts, and the smacking sound of his pelvis slamming my ass filled the room.
He pulled out, turned me around to be on my hands and knees to face the headboard, and mounted me from behind.
His big hands grabbed at my hips and he plunged his rod deep in, took it out and plunged it in again, over and over, I must of been gaping by now, I was gripping the headboard moaning so loud with each thrust.
"Spank me!" I moaned out.
He happily obliged and began gently smacking my ass.
"Harder!" I pleaded
He didn't second guess my request and began spanking my ass hard with each thrust .
"Pull my hair.." I pleaded
"You're a really kinky girl!" He grunted out
"I like it" he said.
I was totally in the heat of passion, any sense of shyness or inhibition was gone, I was getting what I had so desperately craved for so long, I wanted it all, I was a sex starved gurl finally being fed in each hole.
He twisted my hair into his fist and began bucking me from behind, spanking my ass, pounding me faster and faster.
I was reduced to a moaning and squealing mess.
I was like in a state primal hypnosis, just being what I really felt I'm just mean to be.
My head was sort of banging against headboard and I just didn't care.
I began to feel the familiar feeling, that deep pre-orgasmic prostate pressure welling up behind my floppy clitty that's now been getting harder.
But at that moment he had me turn and flip onto my back, with the pillow under my lower back, propping up my ass.
He kneeled up to my ass and began fucking me again, the big head of his cock really rubbing hard on my p-spot, I started feeling that deep pressure and sensations building up again..
All these years of self denial about touching my dick, and exclusively getting off rubbing my inside spot with toys, has made me very sensitive.
I think he was surprised when my back suddenly arched up and my little half limp dick began spurting cum onto my tummy, with my arms out to the sides gripping the bedsheets, I was squealing so loud.
This obviously spurred him on and he doubled the pace, ramming hard.
Despite already cumming I was still so horny, eagerly accepting and moaning with each deep thrust.
His balls were slapping into me with steady rhythm, and I could see his lips start to curl into an O as he appeared to start getting close to orgasm.
He suddenly pulled himself up closer, gripped the top of the headboard and started thrusting and forcefully plowing into me so powerfully he was actually banging me up into the baseboard, like a nail being bent, I was being squished into the headboard, legs in the air, arms trying to grip the bed sheets, the sound in the room being overwhelmed by his increasingly louder bearish grunts, that cultimated in a final roar as he came, I could actually feel his cock pulsing and throbbing, over and over, until he collapsed down onto me.
Eventually he rolled over and we both just lay there breathing.
It was already morning, and after some coffee he made and toast he drove me home, rubbing my leg the entire drive.
I was so tired but I just remember that feeling of total satisfaction as I climbed into my bed and fell asleep.
We got together many times after, until I eventually moved from Vancouver.
Dani
I was 19, and had recently moved to Vancouver, Canada. I was living with a friend and 3 other roommates in a large shared house. My room came partially furnished which was great, I was particularly happy about the large mirrored dresser that I could use to privately practice my makeup and try on outfits.
By this time I'd been privately dressing and doing makeup for many years, I had also been shaving my body for a long time, I really hated the look of any sort of hair on my body quite early on. Ive always been quite thin figured, with very small natural breasts that developed in puberty, the Dr said due to excess estrogen ?. But I was not out as trans, or really fond of labels, and I'm still not.
Other than fooling around with my fem emo friend, I had never really been with anyone, I had grown up in a small conservative prairie town, and largely kept private, only a few close friends knew about my sexuality, and almost no one knew that I kept a hairless body or the fact that at any time I might be wearing fishnet stockings and panties under my jeans.
This is why I was soo happy and excited to finally have my own space, with a proper locking door and thick walls. In a city that I could finally reinvent myself and be me.
Having a safe space to dress up and play with my toys whenever I please, or even go out, dressed how I want, being who I want to be.
It was about this time in my life that I began to phase out of exclusively liking femboys like myself, and began feeling more and more attraction to real masculine men. Don't get me wrong, I still like "gurl-time", but I really started to like the "daddy-types".
I began often looking at pornography, searching up "masculine men", "daddy", "bear", I liked the raw hairy a****listic gruff body, muscular or chubby, both made me have the same feeling, this deep feeling that blushes my skin, butterflies in my stomach, a very paralyzed and submissive feeling comes over me.
It's at this point l have no choice but to do myself with a big toy until I get relief. I always get off hands free or not at all.
It was a Friday night and after much self-convincing, I built up the courage to go out, fully dressed up, dolled up. I had a purple band tshirt, skirt, stockings, and my neck length hair styled in a feminine bob by my friend-roomate.
Although I lived with a friend, she wasn't that sort of friend, or really involved with my sort of persuits, or knew the half of it,.. we were from the same town, had gone to school together and kept in touch through FB, and she helped me get into this place.
So long story short, I didn't know anyone. I just really wanted to get out, and the prospect of going out in public, in full gurl-mode, I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I figured I would take a cab to a nightclub, and just play slots and enjoy the atmosphere.
So that's what I did.
I was sooo nervous, as soon as I was dropped off at the doors I just scurried into the door, there was an awkward moment being ID'd, then I found an available slot machine, crossed my legs and finally took a breath and relaxed.
I suddenly felt very happy. The sound of people having fun, the music and the beat. It was rather uneventful, but I'll never forget that evening.
By some weeks later I had been actively trying to meet people, I was still a practical virgin, I had chatted with some guys on **********, which was the thing at this time, and learned at the same time how many time wasters there are out there. But I did meet a new friend, a TS girl, Alecia, we had met a few times and were hanging out as friends.
It was on that following Saturday that we went out, the nights were getting chilly, I wore a pink turtleneck, miniskirt, with thigh high fishnet stockings and over the knee leather boots.
I was assured this club was an lgbt friendly atmosphere and there'd be nothing to worry about. It was an amazing night dancing on the floor, perhaps a few too many drinks. It was by the door waiting for Alecia to come back in from a cigarette break that the Bouncer began talking to me.
"I like your outfit" he said
I might of just squeaked out a "thanks", I was super shy.
Being very slim and only 5'6, maybe 5'7 if I stretch, I felt very small and petite next to this man, who was by my geuss 6'3+ and well over 250lbs, shaped like a refrigerator.
At this point I was kind of scared of him but curious.
We continued some small chat that I don't even remember until Alecia came back in, he asked my number and I gave it to him.
It was later, just after closing that my phone dinged.
"I think you're very cute" was the first message I got from him.
I was suddenly very nervous, as I wasn't sure if when we talked if he was aware that I wasn't actually.. maybe he knew, maybe he didn't, how do I clarify this?
Turns out maybe he was thinking sort of the same thing:
"I like trans girls" was his next message.
Such a relief.
We exchanged a few more messages then he asked if I needed a ride home.
I told Alecia about this, and it turns out she knew him through other friends, that he's "a good guy", "safe".
I messaged him back and accepted his offer.
It was a few minutes later that his black Honda pulled around front, I was quite ***** as those last few shots were settling in, I opened the front passenger seat and hopped in.
I just remember looking down at his hand moving the shifter, just how huge his hands were.
"I don't live far from here if you want to have a drink at my place" he asked.
It was already after 2:30am, but I just said sure without even thinking.
I was still feeling the effects of the drinks, and don't remember the drive or what was said, but I do remember arriving at his apartment complex, going to his floor, and him telling me to make myself comfortable in the living room.
It was a nicely decorated place, with a leather sofa, I hadn't sat down yet when he came into the living room with a case of beer and a half bottle of whiskey.
"Take your pick, beers are cold, or I can mix you a drink." he said.
I accepted his offer for a beer and came up close to him to reach for it, it was then that I really sized up just how big this man is, and how small and dainty I was in comparison, our bodies contrasted to the extreme.
I began to get butterflies and feel flushed, I must have been very naive or ***** from the drinks because it was only then did I really start to clue in about the possibilities and potential of where this evening could go.
And as much as I was turned on, I was also very nervous, I was basically a virgin sissy who plays alone with little toys, and now here I am, very buzzed and vulnerable, scantily half dressed in lingerie, in the home of a man who would be best described as looking like a WWE wrestler.
We small chatted for some time and it didn't take long for him to seat himself next to me, and it also didn't take long until he was gently running his fingers over the top of my thigh, slowly back and forth, while talking about how I first caught his eye this evening.
I looked up at him and before I could say anything further he locked his lips onto mine, i was taken aback by it, in a good way, by just how strong and bold his kiss was, his tongue entered my mouth, thick and warm and passionate.
As our mouths were locked, his hand slowly went up my skirt, feeling the upper reaches of my thigh, I reciprocated by reaching up his shirt and feeling his chest, I could feel his strong pecs and his chest hair was thick, rough, and manly.
His hand was up to my ass, gripping and handling it, his rough manly skin felt amazing on my smooth soft bottom.
I was breathing strongly and fulling immersed into the moment, the touching, the kissing, ..he whispered something, I think it was "do you want it?" I just said "yes".
It was at this moment that he suddenly scooped me up like a firefighter and carried me down the hall, into the bedroom and laid me on my back, on the bed.
He towered above me and pulled off his shirt, his muscles were huge, lots of hair and had a thick slightly bulging belly that was just so sexy in that raw masculine way.
He reached down and up my skirt, grabbed at my panties and pulled them down and off my legs, then pulled my turtleneck up and off.
I was now laying here in my little sheer bra, short skirt, and fishnet stockings, bashfully staring up at this giant of a man standing over me.
He beckoned me to sit up and I quickly obliged, my face was right at his crotch, and I needed no further instruction.
I began to unbuckle his jeans, this was the moment of truth, as for some time now the thought and question had been in my mind of just how big he was down there? And what If he was too big? Because there's really no turning back.
I could already see the bulge, a massive bulge.. I unzipped him and brought his jeans and boxers slowly down at the same time.
I first seen the hair, then the beginning of a thick shaft pressed against massive balls from the waistband. ..as I dropped his jeans down further and further , more and more thick shaft was revealed until finally I passed the head and it sprang up, knocking into my chin.
It was HUGE, like one of those big sausage salamis you see at the deli, and the head was huge, a mushroom bulging out much wider than the shaft, maybe it was 2 inches across.
He must have been expecting the shocked facial expression I made, because he teased and said "is it big enough for you?"
"Yes" I stuttered.. "definitely, yes" .. truth was, I was maybe a little scared of the size.
I took it right into my mouth as deep as I could without choking, I could hardly even suck on it, I just did the best I could while stroking the shaft.
I felt his big hands cradle my head and he began to rock my head back and forth into his pelvis, I began to feel and fondle his massive balls, they were so firm and tight.
That must have gave him an idea, because he then stood right over me, and put his balls right to my mouth, I eagerly licked and kissed them, took them into my mouth, and ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft while looking up at him for approval.
I was just absolutely absorbed and lost into the moment, loving and worshipping this mans massive package.
After some time, he had me lay down and he went to his dresser and brought out a bottle of lubricant and condoms.
He pushed up my skirt, leaned down and kissed my hairless little clit dick, then lifted up my ass and propped a pillow underneath. He put the condom on his finger, spread the lube on my hole and began rubbing my hole in a circular motion.
"Do you like that?" He asked.
"Yes, that feels so good" I replied.
He leaned down and began to kiss all around under my belly button, upper thighs and hips, teasing his tounge around the outskirts of my clitty.
His finger was like the size of some of my small toys themselves, I've always been very very tight, he began pushing his finger into me, working it in deeper and deeper, right to the knuckles.
There was a small amount of pain at first but it went away, I was a little nervous.. if I felt that with his finger, what's going to happen when he puts his whole salami cock into me?
But he knew exactly what he was doing, he worked more and more fingers and lube into me, until all three or four fingers, not sure, were in me and I was totally wet with lube.
At this point he got his knees onto the bed, and straddled his pelvis up between my spread legs and handed me the condom to put on him, Magnum XXL, his balls were hanging over my hole and his huge cock was resting on my tummy, his cock head reaching my bellybutton.. "OMG".. I thought.
With some effort I got the condom on him, and watched him squeeze out lube and spread it across the length of his cock.
He pulled back a little bit, and put the head of his cock to my wet hole, and began to push it forward.
"You're so tight" he said.
I just knodded my head
I was bitting my lip and gripping the bedsheets as this massive cock head was being squeezed into my tight little hole, he'd push a little, then relax it a little, slowly gaining entry into me little by little.
Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, I felt his cock head slip past the tight ring of my hole and entered into me, I still felt stretched to the limit, but now I was able to let out that big breath I was holding in as a long moan, as he began pushing deeper and deeper.
I was lost in the moment, savoring the sensations of his massive rod stretching me and the fullness deep inside me, I felt his balls begin to touch the area under my hole, I couldn't believe this whole salami of a cock was fully in me.
He laid down onto me, his cock still to the hilt, his body so big his chest was to my face, he slowly and in very small strokes moved his cock in me, after a while I realized there was no discomfort from his cock, that I'd fully relaxed and loosened to accommodate this massive rod.
He began to hump me, shallow thrusts at first, I was kissing his chest and lower neck, I was moaning from the sensations.
"Ooohh your cock feels incredible.." I moaned
"You're hole is so tight and feels so good." He grunted.
By this time I was so into it that I began eagerly thrusting my hips up, meeting him, the sounds of my moans, his grunts, and the smacking sound of his pelvis slamming my ass filled the room.
He pulled out, turned me around to be on my hands and knees to face the headboard, and mounted me from behind.
His big hands grabbed at my hips and he plunged his rod deep in, took it out and plunged it in again, over and over, I must of been gaping by now, I was gripping the headboard moaning so loud with each thrust.
"Spank me!" I moaned out.
He happily obliged and began gently smacking my ass.
"Harder!" I pleaded
He didn't second guess my request and began spanking my ass hard with each thrust .
"Pull my hair.." I pleaded
"You're a really kinky girl!" He grunted out
"I like it" he said.
I was totally in the heat of passion, any sense of shyness or inhibition was gone, I was getting what I had so desperately craved for so long, I wanted it all, I was a sex starved gurl finally being fed in each hole.
He twisted my hair into his fist and began bucking me from behind, spanking my ass, pounding me faster and faster.
I was reduced to a moaning and squealing mess.
I was like in a state primal hypnosis, just being what I really felt I'm just mean to be.
My head was sort of banging against headboard and I just didn't care.
I began to feel the familiar feeling, that deep pre-orgasmic prostate pressure welling up behind my floppy clitty that's now been getting harder.
But at that moment he had me turn and flip onto my back, with the pillow under my lower back, propping up my ass.
He kneeled up to my ass and began fucking me again, the big head of his cock really rubbing hard on my p-spot, I started feeling that deep pressure and sensations building up again..
All these years of self denial about touching my dick, and exclusively getting off rubbing my inside spot with toys, has made me very sensitive.
I think he was surprised when my back suddenly arched up and my little half limp dick began spurting cum onto my tummy, with my arms out to the sides gripping the bedsheets, I was squealing so loud.
This obviously spurred him on and he doubled the pace, ramming hard.
Despite already cumming I was still so horny, eagerly accepting and moaning with each deep thrust.
His balls were slapping into me with steady rhythm, and I could see his lips start to curl into an O as he appeared to start getting close to orgasm.
He suddenly pulled himself up closer, gripped the top of the headboard and started thrusting and forcefully plowing into me so powerfully he was actually banging me up into the baseboard, like a nail being bent, I was being squished into the headboard, legs in the air, arms trying to grip the bed sheets, the sound in the room being overwhelmed by his increasingly louder bearish grunts, that cultimated in a final roar as he came, I could actually feel his cock pulsing and throbbing, over and over, until he collapsed down onto me.
Eventually he rolled over and we both just lay there breathing.
It was already morning, and after some coffee he made and toast he drove me home, rubbing my leg the entire drive.
I was so tired but I just remember that feeling of total satisfaction as I climbed into my bed and fell asleep.
We got together many times after, until I eventually moved from Vancouver.
Dani
5年前
