Cross-dress dreams come true. - Sex Stories

Cross-dress dreams come true.

... him gave him the sensations he obviously craved. And what he was doing for my rock-hard cock was something I'd never imagined possible. It was slow and gentle and loving and in my memory it was all night long. But really, maybe half an hour. It was wonderful. I was on top of this gorgeous person. His ass was making my cock feel great and it was clear that, now, my cock was making his bum feel the same way. I stayed on top and mostly rested on my arms as we kissed and fucked. The traditional Missionary position. He held me tight in his arms. Our lips tight against each other. We changed it up a little.... I took his wrists and pinned them down above his head. Pressing all my weight on his smaller frame and making him submit to my thrusts. But it there was no malice. I was finding out what he liked. But I preferred feeling him holding onto me. At times he had his legs in the air, then locked at the small of my back, then held by me at the ankles, then resting on my shoulders... always with my big, fat, hard dick buried in his sexy beautiful curvaceous ass. Our kisses were feverish. I fondled his boobs in their silky bra. I pressed my belly down just to enjoy the feeling of his hard cock caught between our bodies, and then I raised myself up slightly so I could reach between us and stroke his cock while we fucked. I loved how it felt in the palm of my hand. Martine's arms snaked up around my neck and she brought my ear down to her mouth. Her hot breath was just more ...

... aphrodisiac to my exploding libido... her words.. piling more one more... "I'm going to cum again. Keep stroking my cock. Keep fucking my ass. I want to shoot my cum for you." I did as I was told. I stroked his cock. I thrust in and out of his ass. When he came with me inside him it was the impetus for my own orgasm. Feeling his cock spasm, feeling the wetness of his cum hit my chest and drip down onto his... feeling it trickle onto my hand.. holding his slippery cock... rubbing his cum all over it... I reached my boiling point. I was thrusting harder into him as I reached my peak and he cried out.... this time in pleasure. "Yes! Cum inside me. Cum for me, Roger." I reached down and took the sweet cheeks of his ass in my hands for the final strokes. It was so intense. That ass. Oh, that ass. And then POW, cumming like never before. Filling his tight asshole with my cum. Collapsing onto him. Grinding, grinding, grinding, as the cum left my cock. We were both verbal, but it was just a jumble of words. "So big!" "Martine!" "Big cock. Ass. Fucking. In my ass. Cock." "Martine, so sexy. Fucking. Ass. Oh." I held on tight as my ejaculation came to a shuddering close. Twitching. My whole body was a mass of tics and spasms. Finally it subsided. My cock was so deep in his bottom. His hands were on mine... still pulling me into him. My cock began to lose its hardness and I withdrew. My forearms were shaking from bearing my weight and I needed to lie back. I lay beside Martine on the bed. Happily ...