The cum leaking out of my asshole felt amazingly sexy. Still, I felt so ashamed: the morning after brought with it an immense struggle of feelings, one I would have never thought I would live: I had had sex with another man. And not only did I do that, but I also enjoyed it big time. When I thought about it I felt strong (I mean really strong) shivers down my spine. Shivers my former self tried to make me read as pure disgust, but my new womanly me knew better: I was thrilled. Confusion had never been greatest in my entire life: the smell of sex made me horny, and I felt that was wrong; I remembered distinctly how I acted just a few hours before, a complete sissy, and I felt so humiliated. But that humiliation triggered a new kind of excitement, something so compelling that I wouldn't have been able to fight back anyway. I had to be sincere with myself: what happened had nothing to do with being high, drunk or what. No apologies. Not that I needed some: I just loved every single moment of having sex with Joseph, and looked forward for more. Much more...The thought of that moved my hand to my sore bottom, so open and slick with man juice: I scooped up some and brought it to my nose, inhaling the strong aroma of Joseph's manliness and my femininity. Wow...I didn't even realize it and I was lapping my fingers. I think my taste was corrupted by the whole situation, but I really liked it: it tasted like Joseph's cock. I scooped up more, and more, from my panties, asshole and legs, `till I was left with nothing more than a sticky wetness I couldn't scoop up. My first breakfast as a sissy...
Then I hit the shower, and cleaned myself good: I would have kept the smell of sex a bit more, but now I had to act like a lady for my new prince. Where would he be now? When would he come back for more? I was sure he would come back, but when? I put my panties back on and dressed myself in a t-shirt and sweat pants, and went in the living room. My flatmates were all there, and said hello, looking at me nonchalantly. How respectful not discussing what happened and taunting me...But I wanted them to! So I said: "Wow! I really enjoyed the party yesterday night...". They said thanks, told me they were glad and all, but didn't want to know anything more about me. There was some strange tension in the air, I had the stark impression that I had done something wrong...David, the one I knew first when I came to visit the flat, and besides the one I was more friends with, went into the kitchen. So did I. I needed something: "David, I have a favour to ask you" "Sure, tell me" "Would you help me shave, please?" "You mean the whole body?" "Yes" "Ok, go in the bathroom and undress, I'll get what we need". I was afraid I would have been excited by the process, but it was more or less like going to the doctor: no sexual feelings involved. All the while we talked, and I got to know something that made me feel really used (still, I liked it: confusion was just too much too handle that morning): Joseph was someone who none of their friends actually liked as a person, a mean guy who went to their parties and took advantage of boys making them his bitches, then came back whenever he felt like having sex being every time more brutal and violent. Why did they let him go to their parties? Well, no bottom wouldn't like to have his cock inside him, and some tops too. So he was welcome by most people. Not by my flatmates, though: the guys in the living room were pissed off because now he would have access to our flat any time he wanted, and here's why the situation was so awkward... How bad. But I didn't care. Joseph, besides, wasn't homosexual a
h whoever, but liked girls the most. Well, it seemed like no romance was ahead for me. Still, I longed for him. David warned me against him, he told me to pay attention and look for somebody else, and not to get sentimentally involved. He was right, I thought, but still I couldn't change my feelings. When I was completely shaved I got back to my room to sleep, and wait for him.
I put on the bra and went below the sheets, smelling Joseph's strong odour all over the place. I was so horny...
Whenever the doll bell rang I hoped it was him, but to no avail. I stayed in my room all day long, oblivious to anything else: the examination I had the following morning was something of my past life. The night came, and I was really sad. I fell asleep absorbed in my melancholy, and woke up to the alarm clock I had set to remind me of the examination. I dressed (normally) and had (normal) breakfast, then went out to catch the bus and go to school. Waiting for the bus I saw him come up the street. He waved at me and smiled, and I felt so full of life. I told him I was going to school, he told me he had come to visit me and would have spent the morning with me. But he would come back another day, if I had obligations. I didn't even have to think about it: "No, it doesn't matter. I'm not prepared, anyway...Let's go back to my place". We walked side by side to the block of flats where I lived and went into the elevator. He was sweet and loving, kissed me tenderly and caressed my face, hugged me..."I've come back as soon as possible, I missed you". I squirmed in his arms, kissed him and told him I did, too. We went straight to the bedroom, and I told him I had a surprise for him. He said he had, too. I told him I would go first, took off my shirt and showed him my freshly shaven body..."Yes, girl: now you really look the best" he said before kissing me and brushing my nipples. "What's your surprise?" I giggled to him. I felt like a teenager girlfriend, and that was just my place. "It's a present...A set of lingerie" "Oh, thanks!". He pulled light blue panties and bra out of his pockets, followed by stockings and a necklace. "It's gorgeous...May I put it on now?" "Sure". I did some reverse strip for him, slightly dancing to some R'n'B that was coming from the room next to mine. When I was ready he got me in his arms and kissed me. He was so gentle I thought David said bullshit the day before, or (way much better!) he would be different for me... "I'm not ready yet, Joseph...Need some lip gloss. May I borrow some?" I said with a nau
hty grin as I made him sit down on my bed. Then I pulled down his pants and briefs and went to work. I sucked and moved my tongue, and tried to bob my head up and down as much as I could. Which was just 4 or 5 inches, not even half his marvellous cock. "I'm sorry Joseph...I'm gonna learn to do this better, I promise!" "You're doing great honey, don't worry". He had called me honey! I tried to get more of his cock down my throat, and I got some. He was caressing my head, shoulders and tits all the while. I took it out of my mouth and smeared it across my lips, then I pointed to them and said: "Do they shine?" "Yes, sweety, they do". He pulled me up by my armpits and sit me on his lap, kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe and tongued my ear saying "Are you ready for my big love?" "Yes I do Joseph, make me yours!". He put me down on my right side, pulled down my panties and straddled my right leg. "It's wet from your saliva, it should go in easily" He said while he took off his t-shirt revealing his iron torso I greedily caressed. "I'm wet too, my prince...Do me!". He looked at me amused pulled up my left leg and caressed it. "I love your legs...Now that they're shaven they're just like J Lo's. Only bigger...And I love it." He pointed his dickhead at my entrance, which was gaping open with anticipation. He teased me with short jabs and went to my nipples below the bra. Just what I wanted. "Ready?" I nodded. He pushed in while he clenched my nipples: even open as I was, it hurt so much. I wasn't stoned, besides. "Want me to stop, honey?" He read the pain on my face. I shook my head. He pushed in with all his power at once pulling me apart. I moaned in pain and shut my eyes. He slapped my ass "Are you ok?" "Yes...Do me!". I looked in his eyes, I could admire him in the sunlight as it was morning. He began with slow strokes, long dicking me while caressed my body. He kept going for long, while I walked in heaven and felt pure bliss. I had an erection and he said "Your small clit's all stiff, look!". It's 6 inches...Small in compari
onna make you cum, look" He pushed his dick on his left, hitting my prostate. The sensation was too much: I cummed in no time, spurting on the sheets. "Your pussy juices are so exciting...And your pussy clenched around me made me too hot" He began to pump harder. Really hard. Spanking my ass and increasing the tempo. Now it really hurt, but I owed it to him. He went on for ages, I was afraid he would fuck up my rectum or worse. But I liked it in some strange way, especially if I looked at him "Do me harder my king, do me!" He pulled it out at once sensing he was gonna cum, and presented it to my mouth. I sucked on it and stroked it and then came the flood. He grabbed it and used it as a hose, filling my mouth first, my face and neck later and finishing off on my breasts. I tasted his cum, warm from his body, so much better than the morning after our first fuck. I swallowed slowly, then began to spread it on my nipples pinching them through the slick coat. "Wow Joseph, that was amazing!" "Sure honey...Let's get some sleep" "Ok" He lied down behind me and put his cock back in my rear. "To get used to it, Joseph?" "To get used to it, exactly". Then he caressed my ass and legs and told me I was his personal J Lo, and many other sweet things that led me to a blissful sleep in his arms.
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