My name is Joseph, and this is a wonderful trip down memory lane for me. Join me as I relive the first few experiences of what would soon become a life changing event......
Jason and I were always best friends. We grew up together, we played sports together, we got laid at practically the same time by another pair of best friends, everything. This is our story......
I was out of town for a few weeks on business so we hadn’t had a chance to hang out for a while, so once I got back into town I called him up to see what he was up to
"Hey man what’s up"
"Nothin, my s****r is in town she's staying with me right now, been here for about a week, she should be gone in another few days"
Jason's s****r, Bekka, was younger than us, we're 23, she's 19, and she's gorgeous. She and I never got further than kissing one time at a party a few years back and that was fine with both of us, in fact we saw each other as siblings more than potential hook ups. She was taller for a girl, 5' 6" and slim, about 115lbs. the fact was that her and I were nearly the same size in every way. Since I'm a guy I weigh a little more, about 130, but I’m 5'7" tall and slimly built too. Jason takes after his father, he's about 6ft tall and weighs around 200lbs, and being the high school quarterback/star baseball player he was, he always had a way with girls I never did. But by hanging around him I was able to do pretty well myself.
After Bekka went home a week later I went over to Jason’s house to hang out, watch the game and have a few beers. When I got there it looked like a bomb had gone off, there were clothes all over the place and the only clean surface was the couch and the kitchen table.
"What the hell happened here?" I said looking around in astonishment at the filthy house
"Bekka had a going away party when I was at work the other day and I haven’t gotten around to picking this shit up. I’m gona beat her ass at Christmas this year I swear to god" he said angrily
I shrugged and said "oh well she’s young let her have her fun. Who cares? Lets clean this shit up so I don’t catch anything from being to near it"
So we took the better part of an hour cleaning the whole apartment, getting rid of random beer cans and cigarette butts thrown all over the house. When I got to the spare room where Bekka was staying I noticed that she had left a few outfits hanging in the closet and some of her panties in the dresser, along with a miss matched assortment of clothes she wore and forgot to pack.
I took one of the dresses off the hook and brought it out to the front room where Jason was finishing up getting all the trash from behind the couch "look what your s****r left, she’s got all kinds of crap in there that she didn’t need apparently" I said holding up the dress. It was a light green sun dress that looked like it would have came up to somewhere between mid and high thigh on her, and I would be willing to bet she would have looked divine in it too.
Jason sighed and said "goddamnit she left all her stuff in my shower too, now I have all these girly clothes and girly smelling shampoos and nothing to do with them. What a slob she is" and he went to grab the dress out of my hand. I pulled it back smiling
"This is a pretty slutty dress for your s****r to be wearing; I bet it would look good on you too, like s****r like b*****r right?" I said dodging around his thrown punch.
"Yea right I’m way too tall for that thing, and my shoulders would rip it to shreds, ha-ha I bet you would look good in it though, you’re about her size"
We always teased each other about being gay; it was just something we always did. We never meant any of it and we thought it was funny. Plus it always got a laugh out of everyone around when we said stuff like that.
About 2 hours after we were done cleaning and I had put Bekka's clothes back in the dresser and closet we were drinking and getting a little buzzed. The conversation turned back to Bekka and how she always did this to Jason, leaving a mess for him to clean up.
"You still never put on the dress she left" I said jokingly
he looked at me and said rather d***k "fine ill put it on, just so you will shut up, ill go put it on" I hadn’t realized that Jason had been drinking 2 beers for each of mine, so he had already drank about 10 by this time and was, I could tell, pretty buzzed as he got up and made his way to the room Bekka's stuff was in.
10 minuets and a lot of cussing later, Jason came out of the room wearing the light green dress. I couldn’t contain my laughter; I almost fell off the couch for laughing so hard. Jason wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t be able to fit in the dress, one shoulder strap was hanging completely off and the other looked like it was in danger of doing the same. That combined with the absurdity of his 6' tall frame in a dress designed for a girl more than 6" shorter not to mention 80 lbs lighter made him look utterly ridiculous.
"Dude why are you laughing don’t I look like a girl?" he said as he spun around, showing me his whole body, and I noticed he was wearing a thong that his s****r had left, which made me laugh harder.
"Your ridiculous, why are you in that thong too, go change I don’t want to see your naked ass any more than I have to. Get out of here, you’re right you don’t look good at all, I wouldn’t touch you with a 10 foot poll."
Jason shrugged and turned back to the room, changed and emerged a short while later, tossing the dress in the trash bags by the door
"That color wasn’t very flattering on me" he said jokingly and cracked open another beer. "I like darker colors they bring out my eyes better" he said taking a swig and turning back to the game.
A few beers later, I was kinda d***k, he was really d***k; Jason turns to me and says "what the fuck? I got dressed up in that shit; you should have to do it too. Making me look like an ugly ass girl, you go put on a dress and see how you like it!"
I figured I might as well, I know how he gets when he's d***ks, always insisting on things until he gets his way, so I got up and headed into Bekka's room to get a look at her clothes and pick out an outfit to wear
When I got to the room, I started by looking in the closet. There were an assortment of dresses and skirts to choose from, she had really brought a lot of clothes, and left a bunch too. There were probably about 8 different dresses to choose from and about 5 other panties in the dresser also. I chose a dress I thought would fit me the best, grabbed a pair of panties and stripped down. I slid the panties on, and to my surprise they fit just right, they hid my dick and balls perfectly and even gave my ass a little lift. They were soft satin and felt so nice against my skin, which was weird because I never had worn a pair of women’s underwear before. Next was the dress, I lifted it over my head and let it slide down so the straps were on my shoulders, positioned it how I felt it should go, then looked into the mirror.
I was absolutely horrified. I looked like more of a guy than Jason did when he wore his dress, if that’s even possible. My chest hairs and leg hairs were sticking out in every direction and it was not flattering at all. Being d***k as I was, I was pissed that I looked so mannish in these clothes. I mean Bekka and I are practally the same size, why wouldn’t I look more girly than Jason. Of course he was better than me at this, just like at everything else.
"fuck this" I said to myself, then I walked out of the room, but instead of turning to go into the front room and show Jason my man's body in girl's clothes, I went to the bathroom, where Jason said Bekka had left her shampoos and stuff.
I ran a shower for myself, making it nice and hot, stripped off my (Bekka's) dress and panties, and stepped into the shower. I went about it at a steady pace, working the flowery smelling shampoo and conditioner into my hair in turn, and then cleaning my body with her body wash. I found Jason's razor next to his soap on the ledge, and took it. The first hair to go was that on my chest, it took a while and I was scared as I passed over my nipples, but I managed to shave it in no time at all. Next were my arms and armpits. Halfway through one arm I had to hop out of the shower and find Jason's replacement razors because I had thoroughly dulled the first one I used.
After my arms I moved to my legs, left leg then right leg. And then moved to my crotch. This was scary too, I had only ever trimmed my pubes before, but going bald like this was something I didn’t have experience with. My balls came next. Then after what seemed like an hour, my asshole hairs were shaved clean, and when I walked out of the shower, I was pristine and hairless, smelling like a girl, and brimming with confidence.
I slid the panties on again. This time the pink satin of them felt even better against my skin, the thong sliding into place between my asscheeks perfectly, resting there as though crafted for my body. The dress slit over my head and down my smooth body like a glove. And when I cleaned the mirror to look at myself, I was astonished. With no body hair, my smaller frame looked more feminine, and the dress instantly looked sexier on me. It was an orange and white polka dot dress, which would have gone down to Bekka’s mid thigh, but since I’m an inch or 2 taller than her, it only barley covered my ass. My dick started to get hard under the panties, and I saw the dress pop out in a tent where it pressed against the soft fabric.
I smiled to myself in the mirror, and just before leaving, I noticed Bekka had also left a pink lip gloss, so puckered my lips, applied it to them, and strolled out of the bathroom.
Jason must have gotten bored of waiting, or just forgotten what I was doing, because when I walked between him and the TV, his eyes widened considerably. I made a show of twirling around slowly at first, and then I did a complete spin letting the dress come up and show my round, smooth ass to him.
I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes were tracing the curves of my body, and lingered on my ass. He looked as though he were in a trance so I said to him "well what do you think? Do I look like a girl or what?" I kind of pouted my lips as I spoke, making sure he noticed my lip gloss.
"Well, I guess you win this contest, its no competition. That dress was made for you."
"I thought so too" I said with a sly smile, and I began to move my hips back and forth, dancing to music that wasn’t turned on. "Do you want to dance with me?" I asked Jason, and before he could do anything I turned around and started grinding on his lap, not really knowing what I was doing, but basically moving my ass in slow circles.
This seemed to awake Jason from his stupor, because I hadn’t made more than 3 rotations of my ass before he threw me off his lap and into the middle of the room again. "Very funny" he said, "now go take that shit off and let’s go get some more beer, we're all out" and I figured the joke was up, and agreed. but the whole walk back to the room, and the whole time I was changing back into my regular clothes, I couldn’t help think of the look on Jason's face when he had first laid eyes on me, and the hungry look in them, or the feel of his hard cock on my ass when I started dancing on him, in the few seconds before he shoved me off....
A few weeks passed after the now infamous cross dressing experiment Jason and I shared together, and I noticed 2 things; the first was that I couldn’t stop thinking about the way my dick got so hard with the panties on, and how much I enjoyed it and thought it felt natural for me. The 2nd was the feel of his dick on my ass. Now I never had considered the possibility of ever wearing girl’s clothes before, but since that experience, I noticed myself looking at girls in a different way. Not checking them out because I thought they were hot, but checking them out because I wanted to see what they wore, and how they carried themselves.
I looked online and found a few sizing charts, as well as a color chart, and ordered a few different outfits I thought would look sexy, as well as some makeup that was my particular skin color. And then I set off to work. Using videos online as guides, I learned how to use the makeup to accentuate my cheek bones, make my eyes looks bigger, and my lashes fuller. In essence I learned how to wear my makeup like a girl, as well as walk and present myself as one.
A wig I saw online was next, and then some shoes. Just flats, no high heels, but girl shoes were the next thing I bought. And within 2 months of my first experience dressing like a girl, I was able to not only dress and put on makeup flawlessly, but walk and even talk like a real girl, and with the help of my wig, I hardly even recognized myself in the mirror. I got so good at it; I even took a chance and ran out the store to buy groceries a few times. Those were some of the scariest times of my life, thinking everyone would recognize me for what I was.
Surprisingly though no one recognized me, or even suspected I wasn’t a real girl. I began getting hit on my men in line, and with a few winks and smiles, I even got them to help me put my groceries in my car. Overall my cross-dressing had been a great success, and I loved every second of it. And that was when I began to hatch my plan....
Something about the dress dance must have freaked out Jason because 5 months came and went, and he never so much as called me. Not once. I was frustrated, but didn’t have time to dwell on it, with work and my self taught girl lessons taking up all of my time. But one night I called him, not as a girl, but as Joseph.
"Hey Jason, long time no talk, how have you been man?"
"Hey Joe, I’m pretty good, sorry I haven’t been around lately, I got a new job in Denver, and I have been moving my shit. It all happened so fast, how it is all going with you"
"I've been well, just a lot of work for me. So you moved to Denver huh? When are you going to be back in town so we can have a few beers and catch up?"
"well actually I’m almost moved out of my apartment, I only have my couch, TV, a few clothes and my bed in there now, and I’m probably going to leave those there, but its still under my name, and I’m not officially starting my new job till middle of next week, so this whole weekend I’m free. What do you have planned on Saturday night?"
"Saturday night? Nothing. What time is good? 8 o'clock?" I said smiling to myself
"Yea 8 sounds good; ill see you when you get here."
We hang up the phone and I could barley hide my excitement. Indeed just talking to Jason again had not only made me happy because he's my best friend. But it made me happy in a different way, and when I looked down, there was a tent forming in the front of my silk nightly, and I went to bed early that night, thinking about Jason, and what would happen on Saturday night....
I packed a backpack full of all the essentials for a quick change. I chose my outfit carefully, and my hands were shaking when I was zipping my backpack up. I couldn’t believe that Jason was moving to Denver, it was crazy, my best friend from c***dhood now would be moving away and our friendship would essentially be over. Even though we hadn’t seen each other at all in almost half a year, we were still friends and could have hung out if we wanted too. But Denver was in another state, and, well it was just weird.
I only picked up a 6pack of beer from the liquor store down the street and headed over to Jason’s, I didn’t want to get too buzzed, but I didn’t want to show up empty handed. It didn’t matter though, once I got there, it was like old times. We caught up in no time and were talking shit and sharing stories like we had been when we would hang out on a regular basis.
The topic of him leaving came up and the mood got kind of somber. We reminisced about the good times we had together, and said we wouldn’t stop being friends because he was leaving. All the usual bullshit that comes with 2 people going their separate ways.
"Yea I had a lot of good times here Joe" Jason said, looking around his empty apartment. "A lot of good times. Hell I even got a lap dance from you here didn’t I? How many people can say that in this world? I bet no one can!" he laughed then, but seemed a little sad.
"Yea I know what you mean; I got to see what you would have looked like if you were a girl. I gotta say, fuck that it was gross."
"ha-ha" Jason said sarcastically, "I’m not the one that went all out and danced, I just walked out here and went back and changed."
"Yea your right" I said.
I knew the time was right.
"Hey can I use your bathroom?" I asked, my stomach filling with butterflies
"Yea you know where it is" he said, turning back to the TV, never noticing that I grabbed my backpack on my way down the hall.
The bathroom was the same as it was the last time I was in there, shaving all my body hair. Except this time there were no girly shampoos. But it didn’t matter, I had my own. I had shaved before leaving for Jason's house, so that wasn’t a problem. Putting on my makeup was no problem either, the last months of training I had thanks to the videos online had turned me into a professional. My wig sat on my head as though it was made for me, because, in fact, it was. I stripped my clothes off, and stared at myself naked for a while in the mirror. I had been doing some toning exercises at the gym, and my body had the curves of a girl now, my ass was tight and firm, and my stomach flat and tight. I was, in my own humble opinion, sexy as fuck.
I went back into my backpack and found the panties I brought. A yellow and black thong, it went on easy. I arranged my package so it was covered and sitting comfortably before reaching for the skirt. It was a gray skirt, plain but tight, showing off my ass and hips. Next were the tights. They were thigh high, and stripped with light and dark gray. My shoes were not needed, so I left them in the bag. My shirt was a white blouse, but since I didn’t yet have boobs to speak of it was just a girl's shirt that wasn’t too tight, or too loose, it just fit me well enough to make me look like a girl. I winked at myself again in the mirror as I walked out and into the hall.
Jason's back was to me, so he was unaware of my approach. And when I stepped between him and the TV again, I was pleased to see his shock.
"Joe...I...what the FUCK?!?" he stammered, savoring the sight of me.
"Joe? No hunny, Joe left, I'm Josie" I said in my most girly voice, smiling a hungry smile. "now the last time I was here, I think I was interrupted in the middle of my lap dance, I hope that doesn’t happen again, for both of our sakes" and I moved forward and softly but firmly placed my hand on Jason's chest, and pushed him back against the back of the couch, and started my dancing.
I had improved since my first sloppy attempt at a lap dance, and from the firmness in his pants, I could tell Jason thought I was doing a good job. My movements were practiced, like and expert, my subtle but obvious touches of his erection as I repositioned myself on his lap, grinding my ass against his crotch. In no time at all, Jason was moving his hips to meet my ass and grabbing my thighs, pulling me close. I knew he was mine then.
I got on my knees and whipped my hair around his crotch, then looked straight up into his eyes and said "give me your cock"
Jason was transfixed, I can only imagine what he was thinking at that point but I didn’t care, I reached for his belt but he beat me to it. Undoing his pants and letting them slide to the floor. I had caught hits of how big he was while I was dancing on him, but seeing his dick out in the air took my breath away. He was 8 1/2" long, and about as big around as a water bottle. His dick was, in no other words, huge. this in no way discouraged me, if anything it turned me on even more, and even though I had never sucked dick before, I had practiced long and hard on a dildo I bought online, I grasped his throbbing cock.
the first thing that struck me was how smooth it felt, odd that I should think of it as being that way, but it was. The next was the firmness of it. It was insane how turned on he was. Then I noticed the heat radiating from his erect cock, it was almost too hot. But I didn’t care, I could see a glob of precum leaking out of the tip, and I positioned me head above the tip of his dick, stuck out my tongue, and licked it off. That was like a starting pistol for me, the first lick. I started pumping his dick with one hand and licking the head with the other, not taking him into my mouth at first, I focused on the head of his cock. Licking every inch of it, and milking more and more precum out and onto my awaiting tongue. I removed my hand and started to lick the shaft, messaging his balls at the same time. I worked my tongue from the top around to the underside then all the way back up to the tip from the base of his balls. Then I opened my mouth and accepted his throbbing dick into it. My mouth started to water instantly, and I had hard time breathing, but I kept it in my mouth, not wanting him to remove it for a second.
I felt his hand come down on the top of my head, then lift it and then press it back down again. Making me suck his cock. I loved every second of it. His hand forcing me to suck him, my hands messaging his balls and juicy dick. I sucked the tip for a while, flicking my tongue over the top and around the sides. Then I would just let him fuck my mouth. Drool was flowing out of my mouth and down his shaft, lubing my hand and dripping down his balls. I jacked him off into my mouth as I sucked the huge head of his dick. I could hear him grunting in pleasure, and moaning with extacy, and knew that I was doing a good job. Every once in a while I would get the taste of his delicious precum and that would make me suck harder and faster.
I was on my knees for about 30 min's or so, sucking my best friend’s dick before he stopped me. He cupped my chin and lifted me up, staring at my body the whole time as I stood up. I didn’t try to hide the tent in my skirt, my dick was as hard as his, and I was more turned on than ever before.
"So you're Josie huh?" he said, taking in the little wet spot in the front of my skirt where I leaked.
"Yes" I said still catching my breath from sucking his dick.
"Well Josie, lets see you bend over, I want to eat you out" he said with that hungry look in his eyes. Obviously he didn’t care I was a guy, he didn’t care I was his best friend, all he wanted was to have what was in front of him.
"I...ok, yes sir" I stammered, getting back on my knees and putting my shoulders on the ground, turning my head so I could watch him approach from the back.
"Mmmmm this is a tasty looking ass Josie" he said, as he turned up my skirt over my hips, exposing my hard dick and the thong covering my smooth asshole.
"Ohh what is this?" he said, moving aside the thong strap and exposing the pink butt plug I had been wearing since leaving my own house. "Is this a butt plug? Mmmm how does it feel inside you?" he asked, grasping it and pulling a little
"Ohh it feels good, it’s stretching me out because I’m still a virgin" I moaned into the carpet, feeling the tension of my asshole stretching out over the big part of the plug. I almost collapsed as he pulled it, none to gently, from my asshole, and I felt my hole stay open for a second or 2, before closing back up slowly.
"My my you are a naughty girl" Jason said, and slapped my ass, hard. "Naughty indeed" another slap. Then he lowered himself down so he was eye to eye with my asshole, and spit on it. "I’m going to need to punish you if you aren’t a good girl aren’t I?" he asked, starting to rub my hole with his index finger.
"Ohh do what you want sir, I’m yours. You’re Josie" I said, feeling his callused finger exploring the inside of my ass.
Then it happened. He took out his finger, bent forward, and licked started to eat me out. My dick spammed instantly at the sensation of his tongue flicking around in tight circles. He spread my asscheeks farther apart, opening my hole up, and licking it again, using his tongue like a dick, fucking me with his mouth. Being in the position I was in, I couldn’t do anything but moan and shake with extacy, this was the best feeling ever. I could see precum leaking down out of my dick, making a rope to the carpet. I was so turned on that when he grabbed my dick and started to jerk it, I almost came after the first pump. It took all my concentration not to. I moaned in extacy and rocked my hips back and forth, letting his tongue fuck me, and oh my god it felt so good. Better than I had ever imagined it would.
Finally, Jason stopped, and stood up. I turned over and looked up at him, past his hard cock, dripping with my spit and his precum, and raised my eyebrows. "Are you ready?" he asked as he grabbed me roughly behind the back of the neck and bend me over the arm of the couch. My face was pressed against the leather of the seat cushion and I could feel the wetness of my blowjob on my face. He removed his hand from my neck but I stayed where I was, like a good girl. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, arching my back and making my asshole as accessible as possible.
The feeling of his dick rubbing against my wet hole was incredible. The anticipation drove me wild. he rubbed the tip of his dick around the outside of my hole for what seemed like hours, then leaned forward, spit on it, and placed his head against my hole, and started to work his way inside me. The position of my body didn’t let me squirm away, but I wanted to. As much as I hated myself for it I wanted to quit right there. Even though I had a butt plug spreading me open and getting my ass ready for him, it was no use. His dick was so big. I’m only lucky he went slowly.
The tip of his dick expanded my asshole slowly and gently, but it still hurt. It felt good at the same time though. It was the oddest sensation I have ever experienced. The hardest part for me was when the head of his dick was at its widest point. I wanted to stop him, but instead I bit down on the seat cushin and took it. After the head was all the way into me I was able to relax. He started pumping me slow at first, sensing my pain. I loved him for that. My ass was greedy though, and it wanted more and more of him. So did me. I wanted him to fuck me like the whore I was. The whore I am. As he inched his huge cock into me, spreading my insides I realized that it didn’t hurt anymore. When I stopped moaning in pain and started moaning in pleasure, which was his queue to go faster. The speed slowly increased, so did the intensity with which he penetrated me.
I was spreading my ass cheeks as far as they would go so he could go deeper inside me but he slapped my hands away and did it himself. The strength with which he groped my ass was a pleasure in and of itself. I was in total extacy. My dick was tucked behind me so it was rubbing on the arm of the couch I was bent over, and occasionally I felt his balls slap the bottom side of mine. It was heaven. He thrust into me as though I was the last girl on earth. My ass no longer hurt, it screamed in joy and pleasure. His huge head was rubbing my prostate and making my dick ooze globs of precum. I was lifted off the ground at a certain point, so my legs were dangling above the ground and he was leaning into me with all his weight.
Once again as I thought I was going to cum; he slowed, and then stopped, panting. I looked back at him and realized he was savoring the look of me there leaned over the couch with his cock inside my ass. He slid his pulsing member out of me, and my asshole closed ever so slowly. I straightened off of the couch then I grasped his dick, facing him and looking up into his eyes. I then led him into the bedroom, holding nothing but his dick. I pushed him down on his bed and had him lay down, the whole time saying nothing. I then climbed onto the bed after him and straddled his hips. I then positioned my ass above his cock and slowly lowered myself onto it. This is how I stayed for a minute or so, just letting his dick fill me, and letting my dick stand straight out hard as a rock, leaking precum.
Then I started to ride him. The length and girth of his dick filling my insides was what made me bolder. feeling how full I was, and how the head of his dick made mine flicker and leak every time I would rise up and slide back down his shaft by pressing on my prostate made me buck my hips and ride him as though my life depended on it. Being on top I had complete control over his and by extension my own pleasure, so I sped up and slowed down based on his facial expressions and the closeness I felt to cumming. After what seemed like days but was in actuality only about 15 minutes, I felt as though I was going to cum. I put my hands on his chest and started rocking my hips faster and harder, my dick starting to spasm.
It was this way, with no hands and Jason's dick deep inside of me that I leaned back and came. the first rope of hot sticky cum splashed on his chest, the second his belly, the third into his pubes, and the rest dribbled out as I continued to ride him long past the time my orgasm had subsided. And it was as though my cumming was an unspoken queue for him to want to do the same for as soon as I stopped, sitting on his dick and letting it fill me, in the post-orgasm trance he pushed me off him and turned me over. Shoving his dick inside me with a roughness he hadn’t showed me he possessed before.
He started to drill my ass hard and fast, grasping my cheeks and slapping them hard. It felt incredible, my dick got hard again due to the fact that his ferocity turned me on so much. But before long he was grabbing my hips and slamming into me harder than ever before. The slapping sound was of his hips hitting my cheeks echoed off of the bare walls of his empty bedroom.
"Ohhh I’m gona cum Josie" Jason moaned, and he made a move to pull out, but I didn’t let him. I moved with him, making it clear to him I wanted his load to fill me, just as his dick did.
"Cum inside me baby" I moaned and screamed over the sound of him fucking me. And as though that were the signal he was looking for, he started grunting in a way I hadn’t heard before. But I knew what it was. I looked back into his face to see his eyes transfixed on my ass, and I saw the orgasm building. Then without warning he came. It was such a shock I almost fell off of him. I knew it was coming but when he came, I felt the first shot go further up my ass than his dick went and I moaned with pleasure. This man was filling me with what I wanted; his cum.
After he was done cumming, I imagine that it was probably 4 or 5 solid squirts of hot gooey cum he shot into me; he eased his dick out of my now loosened asshole. And I felt a wet sensation dribbling out of my ass and down my balls. His seed was falling out of me and I couldn’t stop it. I reached back and caught the biggest portion of it as it ran down my sack, and then raised it to my mouth and licked it off my fingers. It was the best tasting thing I have ever experienced. It was just the right about of salty and sweet. His cum was bright white and sticky, and I loved it. I savored the flavor of his cum for a second while he lay down on the bed behind me, and then curled up beside him, letting him spoon me and drifted off to sl**p, his cum still flowing out of my ass, and a smile on my face.
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