Novel & Cerita Crossdresser First Time With A Man

At the same time that he was calm, I was tense. And plus it was my first time that the man put his manhood inside of me. I only do make out, kissing, and touching when I was with Harry or with some men in the bar, but with him it was off limits. I let him touch me and made him get inside of me. He pulled up his black boxer, and I could see the bulge that made me blush thinking that giant cock was inside of me a minute ago. Arman bit his lower lip, “I think I should get a cold shower.”

It was really a big deal for him not just because it was the first time he dipped his stuff into a woman, but it was actually a girl he had really admired for a very long time. My first was a little different. It was about two months before Kelvin had his. I was at a friend’s party and ‘smuggled’ drinks were moving around. A girl whom I had never seen before started acting funny with me and since I was half drunk, I willingly played along. It got to the point, where she had pulled my hands under her skirt, trying to get my fingers in her vagina. My hands had been very shaky, so she hadn't enjoyed that much.

He jabbed it in there even though I was still wearing a dress. I can already feel the stiffness of my nipples in what he is doing. When he slammed me hard. While I didn’t know what to do because this was my first time. The hand that hugged my waist now slowly walked towards my boobs. No one speaks to us. I don’t know if it’s just the rain, but my body is so hot. I can also feel the wetness inside my panty.

I don't know how he did it, but he makes it happen and takes my clothes off. Mr Cross runs a finger down between my small breasts, then cups one in his large and surprisingly soft hands. ''These are so perfect,'' He said. We kiss again, before he tells me to turn around, so that I am sitting with both legs on both sides of his. Not taking his pants off, he simply undoes the zipper and penetrates me. I gasp. I find myself gasping again after a face swims into my line of vision. ''What the fuck!'' We both yell at the same time.

I took off those annoying panties and set them aside. Feet pressing against the transparent glass, hips flat on the floor, I shamelessly put my most private self on display. I'd never tried that pose before. Doing it for the first time felt unbelievably exhilarating. Out in the main hall, people went on drinking and chatting, completely unaware of the young woman exposing herself in the restroom. Come on! Take me now—use all your raw, powerful manhood and ravage me until I break.

With shaky hands, I began unlacing my corset. "Let me," he said, stepping closer. “Thank you,” I murmured, not wanting to dwell too much on the fact that this was the first time I had ever let a man get this close to me. The first time I had ever let a man undress me. And when his hand touched the bare skin at my back, I let out a slight sound that danced between a moan and a gasp. It was going to be the first time I ever allowed a man to touch me in this way.

I opened my eyes and shyly looked at him as he removed his belt. He stared deeply into my eyes while doing it, until he completely removed every piece of clothing from his body. My face grew even hotter when I saw his arousal. I quickly looked away, overwhelmed with embarrassment. I could feel the heat of his body when he leaned over me again and kissed my neck. “It’s okay. I’ll take you slowly,” he whispered in his deep voice while kissing my neck. “I’m still a virgin,” I whispered back, nervously looking at him. This was my first sexual experience with a man. I didn’t know anything about this—I didn’t know what to feel or what to do.

"How else could we be sure you completed the dare. So why are ya walking funny Andy?" That was not walking funny, nope, no way, that was the walk of a man. After that night I no longer considered myself a virgin. I got to feel Mindy's breast, albeit through her sweater and bra, and I came for the first time ever because of a girl's touch. I was now a man.

For now, at least. I pulled on my clothes slowly, my jeans rubbing against my sore knees from kneeling on the hard floor. My mind kept flashing back to how the masked man’s hand yanked my hair, that thick shaft of his pounding my throat and the way he'd hold it there until stars burst in my eyes. I was a virgin in both holes and had never even kissed a guy before. And yesterday? My mouth getting deflowered so roughly by a stranger was wrong, so fucking wrong but at the same time, it was so hot.

Was he affiliated with Cross? I reached out toward his shirt. He grabbed my wrist. “What are you doing?” he asked. I ignored him. Our eyes locked, and a tingling sensation rushed through me. I kissed him. He didn’t hesitate. He kissed me back, his hands sliding over my waist, pulling me closer. Fuck, what am I doing? I dropped to my knees and unfastened his belt. His cock sprang free—hard and ready. It reminded me too much of Cross. I braced myself.