Becoming A She-Males Bitch Ch. 03
Keywords: 03, Bitch, Ch., She-Males, A, Becoming,
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"Ayala . . . I want to try. Though I don't think I'm very good at it. No experience, you know." She smiled and laughed, and stood up, walking around her living room table with that girly sway in her hips mesmerizing me.
As I looked between her legs more and more, something primal inside me began to awaken and to react.
I never knew that I had it in me to even feel this way, but I think I actually began to . . . crave . . . her cock.
I had never really liked going down on women, it just didn't seem like an attractive idea even though I did it anyway. But Ayala's cock just seemed so . . . majestic . . . strong, powerful, virile . . . yet feminine and soft in a way only a woman could be . . . which also described the look I had found in her eyes from the moment I met her.
Maybe a part of me knew all along, maybe that's why we had instantly felt that connection, back at the gym. Maybe the part of me that was making my heart beat faster at the sight of her cock now was always lying just beneath the surface of my consciousness, and meeting Ayala had begun to trigger something deep inside me. Something that was active now, and gaining force over my body and my sexual drive.
And, for some reason I couldn't understand, I was somehow proud that her cock was bigger than mine. Bigger by at least a couple of inches. I'm not sure why that made me so happy. But man, it did, as if my body knew that I was in for a treat and that my mind was just beginning to realize the same.
She continued to walk around the table, like a lioness in her smooth and soft but deadly and confident movements. She was stalking her prey, knowing that I was completely in her power and she had merely to strike and she would have me. With every step, her cock maintained its rigidity, prominently sticking out from her body, her ample breasts softly bouncing and jutting out from her chest. Ayala - every inch of her, every movement she made - was driving me crazy, and she seemed to know it – she had a look of pleasant surprise as she watched my expression turn from hesitation to curiosity to pure, unbridled lust.
I wanted her cock, and I wanted it right now.
She stepped to the side of the couch, sat down on the armrest, and spread out her legs. "Come here, baby," she cooed.
I was so turned on and hot not having come myself earlier, and I crawled on my knees towards her end of the couch. I licked the very end of her uncut cock with my tongue, my first taste of it.
"Mmmmm," Ayala emitted a soft moan.
I started to take more of her into my mouth, gently, wondering how much I could take without gagging. I wanted to take it all, but my gag reflex kicked in and I couldn't manage it. It felt good to have my lips pursed around it. So good.
I licked around it, licked at her balls, then taking it as deep as I could into my mouth. I wanted more, as if I was hungry for it - again, I was surprised by this feeling welling up from deep inside me, but I didn't fight it. Looking up at Ayala's eyes, I knew that it was okay to embrace it and to obey my desires. My desire to suck her dry and take her wholly into my mouth.
She placed her hands on my head and started to fuck my mouth slowly, rocking back and forth across the armrest of the chair. I couldn't get enough, and managed to get a bit more of her inside my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, Ken, that's soooo gooood . . ." Ayala was breathing heavily. "Don't stop, baby, don't you stop . . ."
I had heard somewhere that it feels good if you hum while doing this, so I started to hum a low pitch as I sucked on Ayala. "Hmmmmm . . ." It had the desired effect. Within a couple of minutes, she began to buck faster and harder into my face – almost harder than I could handle – and I could feel her thick cock hitting the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how great it felt.
She started moaning - "uh, uh, yesss, uhhhh, oh yeah Ken, yeah, uhhhhhhhh!" - and I could feel her about to explode in my mouth. I tasted her cumming in my mouth as she screamed in pleasure and release. I greedily swallowed as much as I could, treasuring every last bit of it, hoping that she had enjoyed her first time fucking my mouth. She did taste better than me. . . .
She pushed me back with her knees and onto my back. We attacked each other again, kissing passionately, unable to stop the enjoyment of our hard, sweaty bodies and rigid cocks rubbing against each other, fingers caressing every inch of our exposed, naked bodies, and tongues exploring each other as if we wanted to leave no secrets revealed in our physicality. Our bodies were covered with sweat - not a new sight to either of us - but so amazingly different this time because it was from a different kind of "workout." I couldn't get enough of grinding my cock up into hers; she seemed to enjoy it too, as her body responded by grinding back. She pressed her breasts against my chest and my hands grabbed at her ass, massaging them and using them to pull her closer to me. I wrapped my legs around hers, just as she had with me moments ago.
"Baby, I can't stand it anymore, please, let me fuck you now and get you off, please!" she begged. She knew she was asking something enormous of me, so she looked at me with pleading eyes.
I was nervous, knowing that I had never had this experience before . . . I sort of froze . . . and looked into her eyes. Her deep brown eyes . . . once again, so reassuring . . . I nodded my head, and said "Let's try, babe."
Ayala smiled softly and left the room. She came back with some lube or vaseline or something, applying it to her cock . . . which to me, looked like a huge monster now as I thought about it entering my body.
As much as I was afraid, an equally large part of me wanted her to fuck me, and it was growing by the minute. I wanted to know how it felt to feel Ayala's strength plunging into my body. I wanted to know how it felt to have her deep inside me. I wanted to know how it felt to have her fill me as I lay myself open and vulnerable, completely trusting, to her.
So I let her spread my legs apart and rest the tip of her member on my ass, between my cheeks. "I'll do it slowly, baby . . . just tell me if you want me to stop. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"Okay. I'm ready," I told her.
It was hard at first. "Relax, Ken. Just relax. It'll hurt at first . . . but then it'll feel better. And then it'll start to feel really good, baby. Really, really good. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Ayala, I do."
"Then relax. Just focus on the pleasure. Focus on me."
She looked me straight in the eyes. I returned her gaze. It was reassuring, powerful, and soft all at the same time, and I knew that if we held it, it would be okay . . .
I relaxed and felt her pushing in. Just a little at first, then a bit more, Ayala always waiting for me to get used to her size and allowing my entrance to stretch to fit her. She pushed slowly, making me focus on her eyes, and pushed, inch by inch . . .
The last push came suddenly and painfully, and I cried out.
"Shhhh, baby, shhhhh. You have all of me now." She leaned closer, "You're going to like this."
Ayala pulled out of me, and despite the pain, I felt empty.
Then she pushed in again. This time, she started pumping, slowly. She thrust her cock in and out, slowly. Each time, I could feel her hit the back of my prostrate. It hurt at first, then, like she said, it opened up to waves of pleasure. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation. How could it feel so good? I was amazed, breathing hard, and feeling pleasure that I had never imagined possible before. But then she stopped again. I opened my eyes and looked up at her, with a look of desire in my eyes.
"Ken, do you want me to keep going?"
I responded by pushing myself towards her and impaling myself with her cock with a moan. "Please . . . don't you stop . . . fuck me, Ayala, you feel so good inside me . . ."
She moaned as she felt herself plunge inside my tight hole. "Mmmmmm, Ken . . . fuck . . . you're such a good boy . . . it feels so good to be inside you too . . ."
She penetrated me deep, and resumed bucking her hips back and forth, back and forth. I rocked back and forth to match her motions, to try and let her inside me as far as possible . . . felt so good with her inside . . . I never could have imagined . . . it was mind-blowing . . .
We matched our rhythm perfectly. The two of us moaned together, her soft girly moans overlapping with my louder throaty moans. "Uh, uh, uhngggg . . ."
I felt my own orgasm approaching its plateau. I didn't know how, as I hadn't touched myself, but I could feel myself ready to erupt. Ayala started pumping furiously and I knew she was at the same point, and we both came within seconds of each other, moaning and screaming in passion . . .
I felt her erupt into me, somewhere deep inside me, and I shot threads of cum across my stomach and chest. She pulled out, slowly and gently, and then collapsed on top of me, both of us completely exhausted and utterly satisfied. Our cum and sweat and saliva mingled between our bodies as we embraced, without a care in the world. I kissed her, and she nuzzled up to me and rested on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her.
After fucking me hard and taking me with her dominant streak, she collapsed into me, still the absolutely feminine and passionate woman I had first met, as she cuddled with me on the couch.
We slept there, enjoying each other's warmth and touch all night long and into the late hours of morning the next day. Neither of us made any motion to get off the couch; we both felt so safe in each other's arms, like we had finally both found our way home.
Two lovers had found each other and weren't planning on letting go, now that we were together. Our story was just beginning, and we knew we could face the new day together.
What a Friday night.
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Keywords: 03, Bitch, Ch., She-Males, A, Becoming,