Teens, Traps and TVs. Part 2
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Even when I was much younger, my lust for "gurls" was so strong that I would actually find myself disappointed if a beautiful girl undressed for me and I did not see a cock. If she did not have a cock, it was never as exciting. To me, there was nothing sexier, and nothing hotter.
In school, we always seemed to find each other. Sometimes, it was even a friend. Simply not sexually interested in them as boys, but dressed up, my lust would grow. Dressed as girls, acting like girls, acting feminine, and my blood would boil. Not long after my first experiences with my wonderful brother and sister friends, I met one. He was quite, shy and unsure of himself. Somehow, I knew where our friendship would lead and it was not long before he blossomed. So quickly he would become so much more comfortable, so much more confident. Dressing as a girl empowered him. It let him express and act on his desires. That very first time was amazing.
Dressed up and standing in front of me, he stared at the floor. Wearing a long wig, a tight dress and heels, he looked every bit the beautiful girl. I held a mirror for "her" as she put on lip stick. "You are beautiful" I said and she looked up, emotion in her eyes. I stepped closer and she breathed in deeply. She was breathing heavy, nervous, chest heaving. Closer now and she was trembling. She looked back at the floor, wanting this so but unable to say it. Unable to give in to it. I wanted this, I craved it. Touching her gently on the chin, I raised her face to mine. I kissed her softly on the lips and she sighed. Her built up walls crumbled. She would give in now, give in to me and give in to her desires. Our lips pressed together again. Her hands trembled less now, her urges taking over. She touched my arms, she held my hands and she started to kiss me back. My cock was hard and in case she needed anymore encouragement, I pressed it against her. She was hard too. We stood, pressed against each other and I caressed her ass. Then, she slowly slid down to her knees. A place she would later confess she always wanted to be. Trembling, but driven, she undid my fly and took my cock out. She kissed it and lusted for it. Leaving red lip stick marks, she kissed all along my shaft before taking it in her eager mouth. Now it was my turn to tremble. With all my blood pumping to my cock, I felt light headed, dizzy and lost. Her mouth felt incredible, her eager lust for cock unbelievable. She was set free, she could let go of all inhibitions. In our lust, so could I. I kissed her panty covered cock. It looked so sexy as it throbbed, held down tightly by the lace and satin material. A wet spot, formed from her pre cum, leaked through and I tasted it. The most addictive flavor, I pulled down her panties and freed her cock's head, licking and sucking on it. She moaned softly and tossed her head from side to side. I made her cum, her balls caressed and cupped by her panties. I never pulled them all the way down. She just looked to sexy to remove them. So clearly, I remember being struck by her orgasm. The sensation of it and the knowledge. It is almost indiscribable. Maybe it was the taste, maybe the emotion, but her cum seemed to have such a power. The power to make me tingle and my brain become dizzy. To take another's cum, her cum, the act and it's power would be so addicting and over whelming.
Her feminine side, her unleashed cock lust raged and she was willing and eager. Eager to give herself, eager to be used and eager to be taken. Her mouth, kissing my neck, told me so. Her mouth, full of my balls, told me so. Her whispers, close to my ear, they told me so. She sucked my cock with an appreciation and lovingness. It was easy to develop feelings for her, for one another, beyond just the sex. Maybe it was just our youth. Funny thing was, is that I was only interested when he was a she. So, she became more bold. Bringing an outfit with her, stuffed in a bag, she would change in to it when ever we had a chance or found a secluded place. I liked her dressed up and liked how she felt so sexy, horny and empowered. A baseball field dugout, in a park behind the trees, even behind an old church one time, anywhere where we could have sex and she could be free.
My cock is hard now as I write this. The first time we "made love." The first time I put my cock in her ass. We were alone, in her bedroom. Her parents were gone and would not return for some time. She took the opportunity to use make up, and try on lingerie. I don't know if she had been thinking about having me inside her, but I know I had. Something about a tight, little ass in girly panties, they would make me crazy with lust... even then, even now. She would be waiting for me when I arrived to a darkened house. Just some soft light from her bedroom, it lead me to her like a beacon. She stood there, waiting. Beautiful in a white "teddy." The tiny, one piece lacy and satin nightie clung to her body. It fit tight and sexy, making her balls spill out the sides, yet craddled her cock firmly against her belly. I could tell she was turned on. The evening spent trying on outfits and make up had no doubt built her desires and urges. She put her arms around my neck and my hands moved to her ass. I felt her bare, smooth cheeks. The teddy was a thong. Something I would come to love. Cupping and squeezing that little ass, I was instantly rock hard. Again, she could not hide her excitement for it. She rubbed my dick through my pants, so very eager for it. We kissed, and I held her ass as we moved towards the bed. She fell back onto it, face down. She wanted me to see her ass in the lingerie. She wanted to tease me and to make me crazy with lust. Now naked, I climbed on top of her. Feeling my weight, my urgency, and craving made her moan in pleasure. I pulled her thong to the side and had to press down on my cock. It was so hard and pointed up. I pressed down on it and pointed my tip at her sexy, little opening. So cute and so there for the taking. I rubbed my cock's head on it and tried to push it into her. She squirmed and in my lust, I tried even harder to press it in. She handed me a tube and I lubed my cock with it before shoving it in. This was not love making, this was fucking, at least at first. I loved hearing her sounds, her pain, her pleasure, her ecstasy. I loved feeling her quiver beneath me. I loved the feeling of her ass against me and it's tight, warm grip on my dick. She felt so good, I couldn't wait to cum. I wanted to fill her. I wanted her to always know that my cum was inside her. I fucked her little asshole hard now. Pumping into her, hard, fast. Moans and sounds of ecstasy echoed around the room amd I exploded inside her. Fucking my cum deep inside her.
My hard cock throbbed and continued to leak cum as I collapsed on top of her. Nothing put the sounds of heavy breathing, she stroked my arm with her finger tips. I was still so hard, still so turned on in the way that only a young man with raging desires could be. I grinded against her, feeling her body under me. Her asshole, wet and slick with my cum, still filled with my cock. Now, I made love to her. Soft kisses, loving gestures. The moment, the excitement, the emotion, I came again.
I asked her I could make her cum now and she responded sweetly, "You already did."
I thought I was the strong one, but all it took to make me weak was for her to bend over, to show me her ass. Nothing was sexier, nothing more appealing and nothing made me harder than seeing her cute, little, panty clad ass. Panties, carressing, holding and show casing her cock and balls from behind. Fuck, I would want that ass so, and she would grow to know it and use it. Like Superman and Kryptonite, I was weak and helpless to it's powers.
Even when I was much younger, my lust for "gurls" was so strong that I would actually find myself disappointed if a beautiful girl undressed for me and I did not see a cock. If she did not have a cock, it was never as exciting. To me, there was nothing sexier, and nothing hotter.
In school, we always seemed to find each other. Sometimes, it was even a friend. Simply not sexually interested in them as boys, but dressed up, my lust would grow. Dressed as girls, acting like girls, acting feminine, and my blood would boil. Not long after my first experiences with my wonderful brother and sister friends, I met one. He was quite, shy and unsure of himself. Somehow, I knew where our friendship would lead and it was not long before he blossomed. So quickly he would become so much more comfortable, so much more confident. Dressing as a girl empowered him. It let him express and act on his desires. That very first time was amazing.
Dressed up and standing in front of me, he stared at the floor. Wearing a long wig, a tight dress and heels, he looked every bit the beautiful girl. I held a mirror for "her" as she put on lip stick. "You are beautiful" I said and she looked up, emotion in her eyes. I stepped closer and she breathed in deeply. She was breathing heavy, nervous, chest heaving. Closer now and she was trembling. She looked back at the floor, wanting this so but unable to say it. Unable to give in to it. I wanted this, I craved it. Touching her gently on the chin, I raised her face to mine. I kissed her softly on the lips and she sighed. Her built up walls crumbled. She would give in now, give in to me and give in to her desires. Our lips pressed together again. Her hands trembled less now, her urges taking over. She touched my arms, she held my hands and she started to kiss me back. My cock was hard and in case she needed anymore encouragement, I pressed it against her. She was hard too. We stood, pressed against each other and I caressed her ass. Then, she slowly slid down to her knees. A place she would later confess she always wanted to be. Trembling, but driven, she undid my fly and took my cock out. She kissed it and lusted for it. Leaving red lip stick marks, she kissed all along my shaft before taking it in her eager mouth. Now it was my turn to tremble. With all my blood pumping to my cock, I felt light headed, dizzy and lost. Her mouth felt incredible, her eager lust for cock unbelievable. She was set free, she could let go of all inhibitions. In our lust, so could I. I kissed her panty covered cock. It looked so sexy as it throbbed, held down tightly by the lace and satin material. A wet spot, formed from her pre cum, leaked through and I tasted it. The most addictive flavor, I pulled down her panties and freed her cock's head, licking and sucking on it. She moaned softly and tossed her head from side to side. I made her cum, her balls caressed and cupped by her panties. I never pulled them all the way down. She just looked to sexy to remove them. So clearly, I remember being struck by her orgasm. The sensation of it and the knowledge. It is almost indiscribable. Maybe it was the taste, maybe the emotion, but her cum seemed to have such a power. The power to make me tingle and my brain become dizzy. To take another's cum, her cum, the act and it's power would be so addicting and over whelming.
Her feminine side, her unleashed cock lust raged and she was willing and eager. Eager to give herself, eager to be used and eager to be taken. Her mouth, kissing my neck, told me so. Her mouth, full of my balls, told me so. Her whispers, close to my ear, they told me so. She sucked my cock with an appreciation and lovingness. It was easy to develop feelings for her, for one another, beyond just the sex. Maybe it was just our youth. Funny thing was, is that I was only interested when he was a she. So, she became more bold. Bringing an outfit with her, stuffed in a bag, she would change in to it when ever we had a chance or found a secluded place. I liked her dressed up and liked how she felt so sexy, horny and empowered. A baseball field dugout, in a park behind the trees, even behind an old church one time, anywhere where we could have sex and she could be free.
My cock is hard now as I write this. The first time we "made love." The first time I put my cock in her ass. We were alone, in her bedroom. Her parents were gone and would not return for some time. She took the opportunity to use make up, and try on lingerie. I don't know if she had been thinking about having me inside her, but I know I had. Something about a tight, little ass in girly panties, they would make me crazy with lust... even then, even now. She would be waiting for me when I arrived to a darkened house. Just some soft light from her bedroom, it lead me to her like a beacon. She stood there, waiting. Beautiful in a white "teddy." The tiny, one piece lacy and satin nightie clung to her body. It fit tight and sexy, making her balls spill out the sides, yet craddled her cock firmly against her belly. I could tell she was turned on. The evening spent trying on outfits and make up had no doubt built her desires and urges. She put her arms around my neck and my hands moved to her ass. I felt her bare, smooth cheeks. The teddy was a thong. Something I would come to love. Cupping and squeezing that little ass, I was instantly rock hard. Again, she could not hide her excitement for it. She rubbed my dick through my pants, so very eager for it. We kissed, and I held her ass as we moved towards the bed. She fell back onto it, face down. She wanted me to see her ass in the lingerie. She wanted to tease me and to make me crazy with lust. Now naked, I climbed on top of her. Feeling my weight, my urgency, and craving made her moan in pleasure. I pulled her thong to the side and had to press down on my cock. It was so hard and pointed up. I pressed down on it and pointed my tip at her sexy, little opening. So cute and so there for the taking. I rubbed my cock's head on it and tried to push it into her. She squirmed and in my lust, I tried even harder to press it in. She handed me a tube and I lubed my cock with it before shoving it in. This was not love making, this was fucking, at least at first. I loved hearing her sounds, her pain, her pleasure, her ecstasy. I loved feeling her quiver beneath me. I loved the feeling of her ass against me and it's tight, warm grip on my dick. She felt so good, I couldn't wait to cum. I wanted to fill her. I wanted her to always know that my cum was inside her. I fucked her little asshole hard now. Pumping into her, hard, fast. Moans and sounds of ecstasy echoed around the room amd I exploded inside her. Fucking my cum deep inside her.
My hard cock throbbed and continued to leak cum as I collapsed on top of her. Nothing put the sounds of heavy breathing, she stroked my arm with her finger tips. I was still so hard, still so turned on in the way that only a young man with raging desires could be. I grinded against her, feeling her body under me. Her asshole, wet and slick with my cum, still filled with my cock. Now, I made love to her. Soft kisses, loving gestures. The moment, the excitement, the emotion, I came again.
I asked her I could make her cum now and she responded sweetly, "You already did."
I thought I was the strong one, but all it took to make me weak was for her to bend over, to show me her ass. Nothing was sexier, nothing more appealing and nothing made me harder than seeing her cute, little, panty clad ass. Panties, carressing, holding and show casing her cock and balls from behind. Fuck, I would want that ass so, and she would grow to know it and use it. Like Superman and Kryptonite, I was weak and helpless to it's powers.
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