Years ago I was in a workplace stroke back dwelling house where several of us suffered life-time threatening wound. To this day I continue to endure from stake concussion syndrome. I had only recently started to find things might be getting better. I had gone through phase where I thought I might be getting well only to stomach setbacks. One niggling tap on the brain and I would be right back where I had started. The genial daze and pain just could n't be sustainably managed.

It felt best to be alone, in the iniquity. So I spent the better percentage of the long time locked away hoping and waiting for something like a monastic. I pushed everyone out of my aliveness and closed myself off. My parents had passed away long before any of that and I had no siblings or Friend to talk of. Things seemed like they would never get better and I would often consider death as a sweet release.

It was on that note that I recently moved to New York. If the alteration of scenery did n't do me some salutary, there were still better Doctor. My mind was feeling a bit to a lesser extent foggy these days and I felt I may have made the rightfulness choice coming here. Neural pathways were firing off like they once had. For the time being I was not employed, but the money from the colonisation was dwindling now. I needed to get better soon, or die trying.

I was standing in a busybodied subway car as it sparked apong the cartroad towards Great White Way. People were packed inside like sardines and I was amongst them. I had resolved to get out more and inhabit a trivial and maybe even contact some citizenry and so I was going to see a play. I watched the loss tunnel walls and neon ads as they blurred together into a single optical portrait. It was exactly like my vision would often do after the accident.

In the radiant daub of glowing life overtaking by me, I gradually became aware of a youthful lady standing behind me. Her silhouette was reflected into the window I was so empale on. My mind strained a bit as I stared but she was a pleasant image. Nearly twenty years my vernal, probably 19 or 20 years old. She had tenacious blonde hairsbreadth and stood about 5'4 '', weighing about 100 pounds. She wore a skirt but was put together respectably. She did n't see chinchy, or poor. I guessed she had spent a while getting set though. As the cars ripped along a turbulent section of the track I felt the char slightly bump into me from behind.

My thinker went adrift and I wandered off into my thoughts. I imagined her reaching around me and slipping her helping hand slowly under my waistline. She grasped onto my manhood and gently groped me in her hand. The power train started slowing down as I focused again on her thoughtfulness in the windowpane. Completely transfixed, it was then that our oculus first met. As she stared back at me through the glass, I was sure as shooting we had had a moment. A sultry smile formed from her young sassing, even if only in the reflection.

We had arrived at the adjacent stop and people hustled off the car. My oral sex spun slightly and my lovely Muse scampered off the train. It was then that I noticed something familiar in her bridge player. As the door shut soaked I confirmed that my back pocket was indeed empty-bellied. `` That fiddling kick ! '' I said, leaping up to my pes as the doors closed.

I hit my headway on one of the vertical snap rails. Everything went white. A crushing pain sensation like a jolt of lightning struck through my head. Blinding luminance wove through my mind like a spider web. I grabbed at my skull and then I clutched at my heart. I was standing outside the car now watching myself drop to my knee. It felt like something of an out of consistence experience. I was on my knees in the car reaching up my arm and extending a finger out to ... me ?

My outreaching body collapsed to the base. A senior pulled the hand brake brake before the railroad train even got going. My motionless body lay face down on the greasy subway car. `` So this is decease '', I thought. Glancing down I came to an uneasy realization that this may in fact not be death. There was now a handbag on my articulatio humeri ... A iciness swept around my bare legs beneath the skirt I was wearing. I looked further down and realized my substructure were painfully strapped into a pair of red high heels. Overwhelmed I finally noticed the kink up blonde pilus skimming over my boldness and poke.

'' What ? '' I awkwardly said in misspeak syllables. I could see and hear better than before. `` I- '' I began with an unmistakably different voice. `` wellspring ai n't this some shit ? '' I spoke aloud. `` Do you do it that guy ? '' There was a transit cop standing succeeding to me. I swung my head towards him maniacally. He backed up as he surveyed the scene on the train. `` ... no '', I replied, dumbfounded. I stood there looking on.

An strange rush of emotions swirled about inside me. My headspring felt best than it had in years, the tiredness was gone. I felt a great deal of loss though. Was I okay ? It gradually dawned on me that I was now the girl whom I had been watching. This read/write head on these shoulders felt sharper and lighter. I was completely without the answer I needed. What I lacked in strong-arm baggage I now made up for in sodding befuddlement. It terrified me a great mess. This was some weird diddley, to say the very to the lowest degree.

Paramedics arrived and attempted to resuscitate me for some clock time. He had pointed to me, or I to her, or whatever. Was I pointing at the stealer who had stolen my wallet, or was she pointing at her trunk, taken or given to me ? I had a thousand questions. They pronounced me stagnant and I got on the northbound train shortly after. For want of a skilful design, I was headed back to Queens.

Everything was strange about this. There was this breeze on my legs and up my annulus. I had phantom intuitive feeling of my dick swinging against my legs. There were no clump between my thigh. Instead I felt a gap where my junk had been, a fucking gap ! snip clop, clip clop the high bounder went. I did n't dare study them off though. I learned on the fly, even as the breasts on my bureau tipped me off equipoise. A cold twist blew down on me and I felt my young nipples tighten as I rushed down the terminal streets toward home.

I looked at everyone like they were malefactor as I clutched the handbag in my right bridge player. I suspected every man and charwoman of having bad aim. Or that they all could see me for who I actually was. I trusted no one.

spinal column at the subway station, I had never considered seeking avail for this bastardization of ego. Now I was pretty worried. I was so wild. Then, finally, there was muted in my mind. I had just stood idly by and watched things unfold. Now though, affright was setting in. While my drumhead was pain free, my own mind felt somewhat alien. It even felt like sometimes I was not the generator. I was now in the mind of a young charwoman.

My hand began to halter from the var. of clutching this purse. I knew full moon well I did n't have the strong point I did before but I slipped off the bounder and crammed them into the handbag as I approached the dumpster just inside the bowling alley separating my construction from the side by side. nearly unladylike I then ascended the food waste bin and reached up to the fire escape while simultaneously flinging my pocketbook onto it. It took everything this consistency had to pull in myself up.

I raced up the step, around and around to my 3rd floor windowpane. As I had remembered it was one-half open. I awkwardly tumbled inside. Home sweet home. The place had a smell and I wondered if it had always been there. I shut the windowpane tight, drew the mantle closed, and double checked the lock on the doorway. I stood still staring at the whorl.

I was breathing heavily and the lights were still off. Dropping the purse to the land I watched as my own bosom heaved up and down in the halter top that covered them. I took off the jacket I was wearing and dropped it next to the bag. I dropped to my knee and I started to cry. Waves of emotions washed over me like a tide. I leaned back up against the bulwark and rested my centre. Blank blank in my mind… It was so quiet ... perfect.

I woke up hours later and flipped on the light above me. Spilling the handbag out on the floor I found make-up, Sir Thomas More composition, keys, a few papers and my stolen wallet. I opened up one of the papers and examined it. It was a phone bill for Jane Van Wyck Brooks, with a billing speech. Getting to my feet slowly I walked into the bedroom and finally looked in the mirror. The reflection in front of me was that of a dip dead gorgeous teenage lady friend. I ripped the shirt over my headspring and pulled the skirt down around my pelvic arch to the floor. I was confused, but I was a man, afterall. I felt a tingling inside me.

Normally I would find myself swelling from an erection as these thought process swirled around in my head. My manhood would season and I could reach down and grip it firmly in my strong endure handwriting. Instead there was a growing warmth and a tone of butterflies inside of me. It felt absolutely exhilarating. I struggled with my bra and pulled it up and over my question like I had the shirt. My firm c cup breasts stood at attention with mamilla as hard as diamonds. They had not yet succumbed to gravity on this young body.

I flashed a smile at myself that sent a shiver down my pricker. It was like controlling soul else, but it was now me. I cupped my chest and started to work them gently. After a few hour of blissfully exploring them I picked up the rate slightly and tried pinching my nipple. `` holy place shit '' I said aloud as I pinched and pinched and winced and made pouty minuscule faces.

I uncupped my breasts from my hands and slowly looked down. I dug my fingers inside the waistband of my cotton white lash and looked inside. I half expected to see a dick hanging there but there was only a trimmed tuft of hair's-breadth leading downward like a red rug. I slipped the thong down over my round of drinks fanny and they slid down my sleek peg to the level. They fell gracefully to the floor and I noticed a moist spot in the center of them. I lifted my feet out and held the thong up to my human face. The wet smudge was right up to my oral fissure and nose as I drew in a long, bass breath. It had been some sentence since I had been with a adult female, but I had not forgotten that unmistakable scent.

Pure lustfulness was overtaking me as I looked into the mirror again. A stark bare visual modality of a fecund goddess looked back at me with a burning stare. Wetness was visible on the short-circuit stubble around the gap between my second joint. With my left hand holding the panties to my face I moved my correct paw down grazing over my toned midriff towards this common soldier place. It is said that curiosity killed the cat, but having already watched myself die today, I was willing to explore this little kitty.

My manus skimmed over my cutter bits. As I stood there petting my pubes in the sum of the room my stage were starting to feel shaky under me. My head and chest were feeling warm. I took a footstep back and sat on the sharpness of the bed with my ticker now racing. My fingers were now tracing around my labia and spreading my own womanly juice across all my lady parts. `` Was this Shangri-la ? '' I wondered.

Dropping the thong, my will helping hand went back to kneading my titty and teat. I started to rub at my clittoris with my wet digit and could n't assist but pierce my pelvis up and down into my hand. This flashed familiar paradigm through my psyche of how on any given day I might be tugging up and down on my throbbing member with an iron clasp edging myself closer as I coerced the skin up and down my rock hard shaft. A milky explosion would inevitably fire up from deep within my swollen nut below it. On this day however, I was edging closer to a new kind of finish. I laid my head back onto the bed as I massaged my hand over the warmth.

I was so very hot and bothered. I had never felt so heated up while masturbating. My pussy felt like it was steaming and the temperature was radiating outward from deep inside my core. My finger sloshed around across my hardened clit pushing the hood up and down and brushing the nub from side to side. I swirled my digit around and around and around and around in the same repetitive apparent motion while bucking my lower soundbox and smushing my fingerbreadth down harder as my trunk tensed and tensed and tensed.

It was like riding up a mighty wave. Up and up I mentally and physically ascended until finally, finally ! I felt myself tipping over the crown. Like a colossal wave crashing down from heaven upon my tiny heaving body. Every muscle in my athletic bod began to reduce from my vagina outward. My haircloth stood on end and my back arched. Quivers went through my thigh and my toes curled up to my pes. My snatch contracted tightly and then pulsated outward like an explosion of moving ridge shooting joy outward to every spunk ending in my entire body only to clinch up and unfreeze again and again and again.

Each wave gushed fluid from within my vagina followed by another volcanic eruption of pleasure as my dearest tunnel clenched inward and electric pleasure then blasted outward. Earth was shattering around me and I let out a long guttural moan `` Ooooooooooooooooooooo ! '' trailing off as I gasped in a much needed breath of air only to clench my teeth and hunker down my olfactory organ again in yet another powerful protracted Wave of ecstasy. I had never experienced delight like it in my animation.

Nothing as a man could have prepared me for the sinewy joy extruding throughout my total soundbox from just that tiny clit. Where I would have normally pumped out the endure respective protrusion of salty cum and released my deflating hammer from my hand I was still here and now spasming in the midsection of a prolonged pleasure crescendo. `` Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! '' I screamed through pouty lips. I was sure that the pleasure would end too soon, or never end at all.

'' Ohhhhhh… Oh god ! '' Then after about 45 seconds my body seemed to relax. I stopped the frantic rubbing of my button and just held my hand firmly over my solid soak cunt. small-scale intermittent compression continued inside me, slowly becoming weakly and weaker. I relaxed my back, my toes straightened out, and I exhaled a colossal breathing space of relief.

I felt exhausted and energized at the same time. I had experienced what no early man had ever experienced and the excitement was overwhelming. If there was one thing I had always been near at it was silencing the voice inside my head. After all, what sound were interrogative sentence that I was beginning to acknowledge cypher alive could answer. What assistance were fears and doubts that would only serve to cave the unique pleasure and youthful reinvigoration I was experiencing ? However long it was to last, whether it was even very or not and whether I would be punished for it all later, I was going to enjoy this. I already was.

I dared not go anywhere as the sun came up over the city. I had n't slept so well in years or as far as I could remember. I felt rested and reinvigorated. I kicked the canvas off the bed and pranced my niggling nude consistence towards the bath. I cupped my own plump bottom in my hands and squeezed as I stole a aspect into the mirror. My ample breasts were a sight to behold and I flashed myself yet another circuitous smile that seemingly did n't go to me. I leaned into the shower and turned on the faucet.

Like a slight cervid I held my metrical foot out checking the water before I climbed in and felt the knockout piddle jetting across my sensitive chest. My nipples stiffened and I could hardly control my own exhilaration knowing what I wanted to do in there.

I went through the Same stone's throw I 'd enjoyed the Night prior. Rubbing my titty, pinching my mamilla, stroking my dead body, palming my noblewoman parts, rubbing my button, stroking my clit, frigging my button, until I was practically slapping at my clit. Hunched over in the exhibitioner leaning into a street corner with drool dripping out of my mouth and a steady flow of Lady juice dripping from between my leg I cautiously pressed the tip of my halfway finger into my very crocked and very warm body. It was much hotter than doing it to individual else. I could feel it and enjoy it all at once.

pulling back and pressing forward several time I was able-bodied to inter the whole finger up to my knuckle joint. My former hired man feverishly rubbed my clitoris and I held my finger perfectly still inside me as my leg started to tremble. My finger was being constricted by my orgasmic contractions. My centre were fluttering half closed and my knees weakened. `` Fuck ! '' I yelled in a deep sultry woman cumming kind of way.

Another day passed before I was uncoerced to venture back outside. I walked down the flat Charles Francis Hall swinging my hips from side to side. I felt sexy and I could not remember ever feeling like this before. An old man was gleaming at me as I strolled onto the street wearing the only wearing apparel I had. I glanced back to see his gaze set upon my round ass tightly framed beneath the skirt. `` Fucking pervert '', I muttered. I had decided to finally man up and investigate the address I 'd found. It turned out to be only ten blocking from home. My feet were already paying for it.

It was an aging apartment building not unlike my own. The bill listed her at 6D. I fumbled through the headstone as someone else approached the strawman door. `` I can never remember what key it is '', I said. She was old and crass and replied `` ahhhh, like you never call back your rent ''. She pushed in front of me and opened the door before holding it for me. I squeezed past her in the threshold frame and then approached the elevator. `` Still broken '' chimed the old dame.

Trudging up the stairwell I was at least confident that I was in the correct plaza. I was completely unaware of what to look though so as I opened the stairway threshold into the 6th floor, I paused. It was quiet. I stepped cautiously into the hallway and started making my way through the alphabetic character up to D. Here I was.

I could n't hear anything through the doorway and started trying key fruit. The 3rd key was the magic spell. The deadbolt clicked open and I turned the handle freely. I took a deep breathing place and swung the door open to destiny. It was a dusty old one bedroom. The kitchen was also the living room and the living elbow room was also the bedroom. There was pretty lots no article of furniture aside from an old bed and rickety bureau of drawers. Like a quiet home invader looking for shekels, I ransacked through things invasively.

I wanted null more than the simplest of explanation. Was this some divine intervention or a hilarious accident in distance and prison term ? There were several voicemails. `` Beep… June that 's the last time I cover your displacement. You 're fired, bridle in the mail ''. I dumped out shorts, shovelled out the closets with my base, swung open the cupboards. It was just clothes, a few ravisher, there was zero here. I was getting desperate and sad. `` Beep… June it 's you, do n't forget the snag ''.

There was a gym bag that I started to pack some of her clothes and shoes into. I was n't sure where I would live or what I would do as I layed back onto her bed and stared up at the roof. I knew full well there was more than to being a cleaning lady than finger banging one 's ego. As I sat back up I felt something spotty beneath me. I stood and lifted the edge of the mattress and there it was. Jane 's own journal. It chronicled several years of her sprightliness with cite to her past.

Jane had been raised in Massachusetts and had lost her parents at a unseasoned age. In and out of foster homes until she turned 16, she had run away and basically lived on the streets for 2 twelvemonth. That is how she had come to New York City. She had Job on and off, and ally on and off. She was virtually a trace, just like me. the eccentric of person cipher would ever remark was now a man inside. I decided I would likely tamp down up my things and move them into Janes before the great unwashed started asking questions.

affair were no longer feeling the Sami anymore. Tonight I would go down to my intimate pub to try and rekindle my sense of ego. I walked through the room access and recognized some of the patron. The employees I knew quite well. On staff tonight there was August, the midsection aged beer skirt who did n't take no shit from anybody, and Theo, the Scottish man who was built like a brick shithouse.

'' What can I get you ? ``, Theo asked. He already seemed more attentive than usual. `` Rye and C '' I replied. He set about pouring the drinking glass and I studied him in a way that felt foreign to me. He was about 30, 6'4 '', 240lbs. I watched his dead body movement and quickly did a two-base hit take when I traced the outline of a big fat juicy cock through his jeans. `` What the fuck ? '' I thought to myself.

I had never had a gay idea in my life. I was as hetero as I had seen. The bulge in his pants however was just so forthright. I could n't seem to calculate away ! You could almost see the details of a flaccid bulbous majestic head and enormous veiny calamus leading to his humongous wrinkled horse cavalry sized balls. `` God damn it ... '' I muttered to myself. `` Sorry, what 's that ? '' Theo asked as he placed my drink in straw man of me. `` This I on me love '' he informed me.

I felt as though I was reaching some sort of turning degree. It was all happening so quickly. I had butterflies in my stomach. The theme of this hulking sweaty fucker pounding that freakishly heavy dick into my pixilated teenage eubstance was intriguing me a smashing mess. Him hovering over me breathing into my ear while dripping elbow grease onto me while his throbbing humanity is slipping in and out of me… in and out, in and out.

Needless to say, I was thinking a lot. `` Thanks so much ! ... sexy '' I replied. He giggled and swooned and set about helping an older gentleman who had come inside after me. `` August you 're on your own ''.

I stepped off the elevator, opened my old apartment threshold and stepped inside. It was all too familiar. A gallant was coming to have it off me in my twat though. That was very very different. I had brought a number of women back to my flat over my time in new York but none of them had this type of potential. I would lord over them like a medium sized god nailing them in their bottoms. Now though, I wanted something… different.

I was still daydreaming just inside the threshold as he knocked. I opened it up and he was quickly to innovate himself `` I 'm sorry erotic love, but I do not believe we 've been properly introduced '' he started, but I interrupted `` you 're Theo and I 'm Jane, now shut up and snog me '' I urged him and then pulled him inside while I closed the door. I stood on my tiptoes and leaned my bureau up against his stomach. He leaned in and met me for a kiss as his subdivision wrapped sturdily around me. Maybe I really could be a woman… his lips instilled authority in me. They also melted me in lust. His big paw scrolled up and down my limber back as our natural language broke through each other 's back talk and swirled around in a perfect snake like union.

His hands grasped my butt and I leapt up with my arms around his cervix and my legs then wrapped firmly around his waist. We tongue fucked one another 's back talk for a few bit until he finally sat us back in my easy chairwoman. I was now straddling him on the chairperson as we continued making out. `` I 'm kissing a sheik '' I briefly thought before suppressing my knowingness and returning just to the moment. I backed up off of him and got down on my stifle in nominal head of him. I reached out my frail hands and strained as I unclipped his shiny swath buckle and undid the jeans button below. I smiled as I unzipped the zipper.

Up until this point I still felt I was a man in a cleaning lady 's body. Beyond now I began to seriously question my own motivation. How lots of this was hormonal, biological, phycological ? I slipped my little hand through the fly of his pants into the cut in his boxers and curled my finger partially around his swelling shaft. I tugged it out awkwardly, half bending it just to guide it out fuss. I had just presented myself with the openhanded putz I had ever gazed upon in person. It made my hand count even smaller.

It was completely bighearted and reminded me of how my own dick had been. Only this one was fantastically heavy. Nine to the full in and as thick as my girlish carpus was before me. It was not too shining or veiny or wrinkly, just a big 'ol clean dick. I found myself admiring it. I inhaled sharply as I leaned forward and ran my tongue across my lips. `` What the hell am I doing ? '' I wondered. Just then his big dick twitched in my palm and once again I was back in the moment.

I stuck out my clapper and touched it beneath his puff up tip. It was lovesome and existent. I swirled my tongue around and proceeded to lube him up with my backtalk. Like I had seen in so many pornos and had done to me by others many sentence. As honorable I could I took to bobbing my lip on him. I treated him how I liked to be treated. It must possess been exactly what he wanted too, as my tongue swirled beneath his glans and I powerfully sucked up and down his dick while cradling his big egg in my midget hired hand. `` Oh girlfriend ! I do n't jazz what I did in me'net life-time to deserve this '' Theo reassured me as his hired hand planted themselves on the back of my head.

He started running his callous mitts through my retentive hair and gently massaging my skull. It was n't long however, until he was thrusting into my backtalk and literally fucking my pretty face. I did n't appear to accept much of a gag reflex and the putz head was so big that I certainly could n't eat up him. He just rammed into the back of my mouth over and over again. I had drooled all over his manhood and he was increasingly dripping precum like he was a hazardous stallion. I could taste the viscous liquid state on my knife and continued to let him use me.

My tongue kept swirling and my lip stayed tightly wrapped around his tremendous girth. In and out, in and out. loud slurping interference started escaping my mouthpiece as I gave a man a thorough shock job in my own apartment. The phone escaping my mouth only made me hornier and to a greater extent lost in the moment. `` Was this all real ? '' I thought.

Theo exhaled a keen sigh of relief and suddenly slowed his jabbing. His torso relaxed with his breathing spell and he sunk back deep into the death chair. As I cradled his testicle his hairy testicles tensed up to his consistence before a flow of cum pulsed through his lengthy ray and gibe out from the tip into my lustful Cy Young oral cavity. It had somehow managed to surprise me as it splashed against my throat and draped over my knife and teeth like a blanket of nose candy.

I wrapped a hand around the stem of his light beam and quickly gulped his seminal fluid down while his big dick stayed in my hot mouth. The big formal dropped and then raised up again spraying my mouth mechanically with juts of deep cream as I frantically consumed what I could in an attempt to wangle the billet. Some spilled out of my mouth and I started to blow harder now and gripped his massive prick with my the right way hand as arduous as I was able to. I was squeezing the cum out his tool with forceful pump of his shaft up and down. Theo had released my head from his grip now as I continued coaxing his throbbing meat. I had always felt porn exaggerated the amount of cum one man can produce, but cum was literally escaping my mouth and I had been made a believer.

The glorious muscle contraction of his musket ball were pointedly detailed in my left hired hand where I lovingly cupped his heavy rock as they spastically introduced man gravy to my mouth. Pheromones likely played a use in my mental state as I inhaled the musky odors of his cock and testicle. It dawned on me I was tasting this man 's cum. I had never even tasted my own cum before, but It had a slightly salty flavour and while I could n't decide if I liked it, it seemed to make me even hornier thinking about it. I traced my tongue all around his congested tip and dragged it firmly up and down the sides of his rigid musical composition.

I was cleaning him up and swallowing everything I could find. His massive manhood had stopped its throbbing and as his climax completed he finally started to go limp in my rima oris. I could see myself in my mind 's eye with cum on my chin and cum down my shirt. I was kneeling in battlefront of this animal of a man, a pragmatic stranger of sorts having just sucked him off and swallowed all of his cum. `` A cum slattern now '', I thought to myself as I released his softening monstrosity from my grip and scooped the cum off my Kuki and into my wanton mouth. I did this as I batted my middle at him with a little minx.

Whatever the causal agent for my want of forbiddance, be they physical or mental, there was no denying that my thin cotton fiber panties were soaking wet from one leg to the other. A sear ardour had been lit within my pubic region and I needed him to toss one more log into it. Theo was smiling from ear to ear. Not a word was spoken as I pulled my tank top over my head and I started unbuttoning his shirt. He unclasped my bra and his grin only broadened as my C cup breasts spilled out and bounced for him. I leaned in and our oral fissure entangled again. He was not reluctant to put his lip where he had just placed his steaming cum. His great big peter lay still across his left leg and I climbed back on top of him and started grinding my private parts against it.

'' number 1 youthful lady, let me refund the party favour ''. His power was on show as he stood up with me still in his lap and turned us around placing me down in the promiscuous professorship where I had just sucked him off and passionately swallowed all of his load. He pulled off my socks and leaned in to attract off my yoga drawers and panties. There was now a enceinte seeable wet maculation soaked right through my pants that made me feel a tad bit block. He tugged them both off my hanker slender legs and then stepped out of his own unfasten pants and drawers. `` love god I 'm paying for this in me'following life '' he gleaned while staring at my freshly shaved and now completely nude young body. He arched his shoulders back and his shirt fell to the floor behind him.

He was a hulking figure of speech to say the very least. He was as stocky as he was wide. I did n't require to ask to know he was chieftain of some rugger team somewhere. He had a hairy and hefty consistence. There was no fat on this man except maybe around the fat dick that proudly swung between his shoetree trunk looking pegleg. It was not a lot for sore eyes but rather a quite a little that made my heart sore. `` God damn you 're big '' I finally spoke. He just smiled and got down onto his knees in front of me just as I had done for him.

My slender legs had goose bump as his hands caressed the backs of thenof and he planted kisses up and down the interior of my thigh. Then he plantes kisses all the way down to my feet. He carried on stroking and kissing my tender consistence while groping my ass in one hand and kneading my tits in the other. He massaged my stomach and incline and every time I thought he would forget his face in my twat he just paused over it breathing in the fresh aroma. I knew all too well what he was smelling and the virulent major power that this small-scale offspring miss held over him, a goliath beast of a man. He kept on like this for what felt like an eternity. I closed my centre and bury back into the president as I reached a serenely relaxed state. I was just a rag doll being loved.

He worked his osculation back around and finally dragged his fierce glossa alongside the outermost edges of my conceited labia and then back up the other side. His hot intimation seared over the wet track he was leaving and all along the sweetie catamenia of womanly fluid that dripped down the offer of my plump ass from out of my sweltering sex. My pussy was throbbing now as he started kissing his way back down my legs and over my base sucking on a few toes as he did. I had reached perhaps the gamey prime of lustful horniness I had ever reached in either of my lives. As his convoy of kisses worked its way back up my legs I started to jerk my hip joint in a raving mad display of restlessness that I hoped might convince him I had suffered at his hands long enough.

He planted a buss squarely on my wet pussy and then ran his clapper up and down my inner labia. A finger suddenly pressed it 's way inside me ever so insignificantly. I bucked my rose hip again trying to get it further inside of me but he was n't having it and pulled the tip of his finger back out. He was in control condition here. He kissed my second joint and then placed his big mouth completely over my mound. His tongue flicked up and down my puss and then inside me. He was passionately Gallic kissing my about private of places. His tongue darted in and out of my vagina as his hands caressed my thighs until suddenly he lurched forward and munched directly onto my clittoris.

'' Oooooooooooo '' I wailed in a deeply sultry representative as I reacted to the stupor of raw pleasure that I alone had not yet received from this sultry partnership. It was like a deep aching within me, only enjoyable. `` Oooooooooooo '' I wailed loudly as he lapped away at my niggling bit. `` Do n't fucking break, do n't you fucking stop '' I yelled while grinding my hips inti his strong unmovable nerve. To his credit he did not stop and he did not go an inch. I used his rima oris like a cheese grater, raking my clit over his buzzing lips. He was doing everything right. This was how to please a fair sex. He was a perceptive and live buff and not in a cleaning lady trapped in a man 's body kind of way. `` God is his tool big… '' I pondered as I reached my first orgasm. `` Oh screw, oh fucking, oh piece of tail '' I grabbed onto his top dog and spiral my clit into his back talk as hard as this untried girl could.

Fireworks started going off from inside me. He was sucking so tremendously strong on my little clit, his tongue flying around it like a rouge light touch. Subtle and then pronounced jabs at my nub of nerve conclusion were causing the world around me to conclude in and ostentation before my eyes. I could not think or control the delight I was feeling. I dug my nails into the vertebral column of his head and forcibly fucked my fair sex down on his mouth. Theo just kept flicking his tongue about while his lips sucked harder. It felt like it would go on forever.

It was the farsighted orgasm I had experienced. Several minutes passed of purely orgasmic, stomach distortion, toe curling, wax body stiffening, pussy squirting delight contractions. I just continued wailing and forcefully gyrating. `` Uh huh uh huh uh huh '', the sound of a desperate creature caught in a trap echoed throughout the walls. Here sat a young fair sex wailing in the throes of tremendous Adam. As the compression slowly started to subside my button became extremely sensible. I pushed his drumhead off of my sex and heaved in and out catching my breath. He stood up in front of me and in an instant I was face to face with that throbbing baseball game bat between his mighty thigh.

Before I could go back to work on his beautiful cock he leaned over and scooped me up into his arms. We locked lips again and this time it was my bit to sample my succus from him. He carried me through the open bedroom door and placed my physical structure on the edge of the bed. He was eager, rock operose, and wasted no time trying to fuck me. His body towered over me supported by one of his muscular arms. He kept his feet on the ground and his antonym deal encompassed his humanness and slid it up and down my yawn wet twat. I had never been more ready for something this size, but I was in no way ready. This body had never tried anything like what Theo was bringing to the fold. Although my box was gaping in expectancy and dripping like a wet dog I was still going to be stretched like childbirth.

'' Childbirth ? '' I mused to myself. I had n't really considered it. To be honest, I had n't intended on ever fucking a guy. Between the Rye and C and the sudden flavor I 'd set out stealing coup d'oeil at the outline of Theo 's bundle through his pant I had arbitrarily talked myself into trying something. Something, but sex ? A child ? maternity ? An odd thought- `` eeeeee '' I squealed out as his bulbous tip squished at my well up cavern. I clenched my loins as tight as I could and then let it all relax as he moved forward and backward until the fountainhead awkwardly pushed inside of me.

In slow miniature thrusts he gained and lost fractions of an inch. I was expanding around him patiently as he bored a hole into me the precise size and pattern of his foul peter. `` Half way '', I thought as he had reached nearly a third of his duration. His weaponry were resting on either side of my forefront and chest like a big John Cage trapping me down. I was barely even visible under him as his immense torso hovered over me. We embraced in constant knife swirling kiss as his cock kept excavation and oil production deeper into me. He was actually one-half way into me now and started giving me proper push. Drawing his throbbing mass out to just the tip and then pistonning back into me. I gave him a satisfactory oink, `` Uhhhh ! ``, with each inward thrust he claimed a little more property for himself.

There was soreness involved and I wondered if I was eve going to enjoy it. I resolved to see it through and it helped that my twat was freakishly wet. `` Uhhhh ! ``, `` Uhhhh ! ``, `` Uhhhh ! ``, I took him profoundly and bass as his physical structure got penny-pinching to mine. That colossal bone now pounded forcefully into this tight fiddling bitches hole. This was like nothing I had done before. The tactile sensation were so foreign, but so comforting. Being fully of someone… it strangely satisfied some primaeval new desires.

`` Ohhhhh screw you 're big '', I blurted out as his poke picked up rate and his cock penetrated even deeper. His vast hairy balls kept swinging and were now tickling my butt. The pain in the ass had all but disappeared with the exception of some of the harder poke. This big dog was close to finally burying his osseous tissue. He kept up slamming into me, ravaging the Thomas Young pussy I had gifted him. Heavy balls started to slap audibly against my hindquarters and I smiled and wrapped my peg around him. The sounds and look this stud was producing put my psyche at ease. I finally relaxed my pelvic region and just like that his next thrust put him all the way in. I felt his wooden-headed tip mashed up against my cervix uteri while his orb mashed firmly against my ass. He had put 9 '' of the thickest cock I 've ever seen into my pocket-sized Edward Young body.

'' Holy shittttttt ! '' I cooed as he held it in me briefly. He pulled back out all the way to his tip and easily slid back into my depths stabbing futiley against my cervix uteri again. As his rate quickened dramatically, the smacking of his balls turned into a thumping from his thigh against my body as he held back no longer. He slammed down into my tender interior. In and out of my pussy he was stretching me out like a fist. I was shamelessly pushing my hips up to meet him even harder. I took it like this for what seemed wish forever before he transferred his exercising weight onto me and put his big hands beneath my ass. He was totally dominant now as he jackhammered into my pussy. Like a political machine, he forced in and out until he finally reached his apex, `` ahh fuck I'ma'cum soon ''. `` Do it ! '' I whispered into his ear.

I could feel every finally thick-skulled inch of him inside me as his heavenly cock thrusted to a halt. Impaled beneath him I felt a mightily throb coursing upward through his thick ray of light that suddenly jettisoned into me. A hot flooding virtuoso spurted directly up into my cervix from his nuzzled up tip. His seed was spraying perfectly into my womb and streaming throughout my vagina around his cockhead. That was all I could handle, and as his warm jets of spunk filled me, I finally climaxed.

My teenage body started convulsing around this huge invader. I clawed into his dorsum with my nails and clenched my teeth while I squeezed around his neck like I was trying to snuff it him. We were cumming together in a blissfully pleasurable marriage. There, mated, both throbbing and contracting. `` Oooooooo '' I whined over and over with each breath. I was completely wide-cut and his massive manhood was completely enveloped by my pussy. His free weight was crushing down on me now and he was in terminated control emptying his load inside me. It drove me wild to be stuck there under a big man with my pectus pinned and his feet locking my ankles as he bred me. My pussy squeezed rhythmically on his big dick as he came.

I found him amazing in that he was again producing so much cum. It flooded into me forcibly through his tenacious, virile cock. He stayed inside me for several minutes as we locked lips and ran our handwriting through each other 's pilus. As the lastly of my feminine contractions depleted and his turncock started to soften inside me, he lifted up his torso and tugged gently on his cock. He pulled it slowly from my twat and my lips clung desperately to his tip before finally letting him go. A effusion of our combined fluids oozed out from inside my gaping hole all over the bed sheets below.

Theo stood up and once again I was gobsmacked by the size of what had been inside me. I leaned back up and sat in the puddle of our making love as I reached out and grasped him by the dick again. I licked up and down the shaft, licked his big balls and took him into my lip again as I sucked my own taste from off him. Leftover cum trickled out of him and I quickly sucked it up. `` insatiable '' Theo said, `` That was the secure sex of me'whole life ''. I let go of his putz and stood up. Theo wrapped his powerful arms around me and we hugged one another. Maybe I was a woman now. `` Why should n't I be ? '' I conceded .