And, then, she lies there and lets you have sex with her. I won't call it 'fucking'. It's not much more than masturbating with a sex toy. No action on her part, right? She's being so wonderful just to let you enter her.
And then, when you cum in her, she acts like she's given you such a wonderful gift. She just let you "make love" (that's how she thinks of it, I guess) to her gorgeous body. You lucky guy!
Does she make you clean up after yourself? Do you need to get a warm rag to clean up the little twat that you messed up? Does she make you clean her with your tongue? Probably not! That would at least show an interesting kinky streak. No, she's as plain vanilla as you can get. And just as boring.
Oh, and I get it that when we started, I wasn't all that great. What do you want? It was the first time I'd ever touched another man's cock. It was the first man's cock, other than my own, that I'd wanted to touch. I was awkward. Shit, I was scared stiff. I didn't know if you'd be freaked out. I didn't know if you'd reject me. I didn't know if you'd feel you had to beat the crap out of me just to re-enforce your sense of masculinity.
Somehow I got past that fear. I reached over when we were both watching that porn film and put my hand on your crotch, feeling your erection straining against the tightness of your pants. My heart was pounding and my face was flushed crimson. But I overcame my fear. My lust was stronger.
And even that first time, awkward and halting as I was, you know it was better than any time you've been with Wendy.
When I was sure you weren't going to kill me—when I saw that you weren't even going to push my hand away—I began stroking your cock. You could feel my desire—but I think only a small reflection of it. I wanted your cock more than I could convey. I needed it.
You let me undo your pants. Your cock sprang forth, freed from its confinement. When I held it in my hand for the first time, I felt a desire—a craving—I'd never experienced before. I wanted your cock in my mouth so much it was almost painful.
Nevertheless, not wanting to spook you, I took my time. I stroked your cock forcefully, trying to get you to a place where you wouldn't even think of stopping me from what I yearned to do. I knew you weren't a homophobe, but I worried that you might get weirded out. I wanted you so heated up that you wouldn't consider pushing me away. I could tell that I was getting you there. You were in a frenzy, but it paled in comparison to mine.
When I moved down to take you in my mouth, when my lips finally found their home around your hard shaft, I heard you moan loudly, expressing both of our feelings. I went at your cock like a mad man—like a starving man goes at food.
I was pumping your sweet, stiff rod with my hand and sucking on the head of your cock eagerly. Perhaps I should have drawn this out. Perhaps first times should be savored and extended. Fat chance of that! I wanted your cock to explode in my mouth, filling it with your salty, creamy load. I had no time to lose. I was driven by a powerful thirst.
And you were wildly excited. I know that. I could tell that first time, even with the inevitable uneasiness that accompanies first times, that you'd never been brought to such an ecstatic high. Certainly, Wendy has never made you feel that good.
And, Ted, since then, what have I done. Everything! Everything I could think of to please you even more—more than anyone's pleased anyone, I hoped.
You didn't have to push me to take you in my ass. Do you remember? I'd been sucking you off every chance I got for over a month. Then, that wonderful night when Wendy was out of town visiting her parents and you could stay the whole night, I made my move.
Before you came over, I got ready. I gave myself an enema so I'd be completely clean for you. After a few drinks and some playing around, we got down to my favorite activity, sucking your hard cock. I was on my knees and you were standing in front of the full-length mirror so you could watch me service you. I was watching, too. We both found our excitement multiplied by watching me in a subservient, cock-sucking mode.
When I stopped, you were disappointed. But when, still on my knees, I looked up at your and pleaded with you to take by virgin ass. You nodded that you would. I scrambled to get my clothes off and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you toward me.
I began sucking you again, just to top you off a bit. Then I carefully unrolled a condom on your beautiful, hard cock. It felt really strange, and extremely exciting, to be putting a condom on another man's cock.
I positioned myself on the edge of the bed on my hands and knees, inviting you to take my ass. You got behind me, grabbed my hips, and lined your cock up with my hungry asshole. You were gentle, Ted, at first. I appreciated that. Though I'd done plenty of ass play, much of it in the last month, thinking about this moment, it's still different when a real cock enters you for the first time. So, thank you for being gentle, at first.
And, thank you more for not being gentle the whole time you were breaking in my ass. You quickly became immersed in what you were doing and were soon holding my hips tightly and pounding my ass with abandon. For my part, I was meeting your thrusts with my own, causing your hips to slam my ass with every stroke.
I didn't have a prostate orgasm then. Those came later. But I swear that I had something like an orgasm, just without any spurting from me, when you made your final thrusts and shot your wad in my ass. My anus was spasming around your softening shaft as I caught my breath and my pulse returned to double digits.
You collapsed on me and I collapsed onto the bed. We lay there for what seemed like a long time, a sweaty and satiated mass of intertwined flesh.
You remember that, right? Ted? You remember how I made you feel then. How I make you feel every time I have a chance to take you in my mouth or in my ass. You remember that, don't you?
And you know what else I did. You know. I know you're not attracted to men. I get that. And that's okay with me. That's why I shaved off all my body hair and keep my body soft and smooth.
I don't mind that I've feminized myself for your pleasure. I like it. But it's not that I care about being a sissy for its own sake. I don't. I'm comfortable sucking your cock no matter how I look or am dressed. But if you want the person who's sucking your cock to be feminine, then I want to be feminine.
When you suggested that I wear panties and a bra, I did that ... happily! I scoured the Internet for silky, sensuous bras and panties, for teddies and nighties. Hell, I learned more names for women's lingerie than any woman knows. Ask me the difference between a babydoll, a bodice, and a bustier. I know. I have garters and stockings, thigh-highs and pantyhose (some crotchless).
