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Cross-dress dreams come true.

... two inches of my cock were in his ass now. I waited, looking down at him. The expression of pain faded away and he opened his eyes. Nodded a little. I pressed my hips more. Pushing more of my cock, millimeter by millimeter into his hot, tight ass. So slowly it was like torture for me, even though it was Martine feeling the pain. I saw him wince. I wanted to stop, there's no pleasure in causing pain. I didn't want to hurt him. I began to pull out but he reached up and held me. "No don't! I want it! Just be patient.." Again, I kept still above him. Until he reached up... a gentle pressure on the small of my back told me to go on. Slowly. So slowly. Another few millimeters would go into his ass. And then a little break for him to adjust. I guess I had about 5 inches into him, 5 to go, when he seemed to get a second wind. I felt something relax a little. Felt his hand on my back press me a little harder. Urging me to push more of my cock into him. The pressure remained and I continued. Still slowly, but maybe a little faster. Another inch, then another. Going deeper into his ass. Another. Nearly all the way in. Then my pubic hair began to tickle his bare ass. I looked down to see the final half inch of my ten inch cock drive home. Home. Martine's ass was home, now. I lowered my body onto his. My hands went to his little titties. His lovely penis was erect. Trapped between us. My cock was fully into his ass. He looked up at me. His arms came around my neck and he pulled me down. ...

... "Kiss me while you fuck me, Roger." How could I refuse? Those sexy red lips, the long hair strewn across the pillow. The tightest grip I ever felt around the base of my cock.... I kissed him. Kissed him like a long-lost lover. Tongue and wet and steamy breath and lips. Wide open mouth, tongues in and out.... And I found myself beginning to move my hips as we kissed. Slowly, beginning to withdraw the length of my cock.... and then slowly, gently, pressing back into him. I think the first stroke, out and then back into his amazing ass took about thirty seconds. Our lips never parted. His eyes opened wide as I began to push back into him. His arms held me so fucking tight..... It felt so good. His ass held me so tight as well. Indescribable! If I hadn't shot a load down his throat less than an hour before I would have cum as I bottomed out on that first stroke. But I had some time in me now. I could go for a while. I stayed slow, going in and out of Martine's ass. I tried to be very aware of the body-language. Aware of his subtle signals. I knew when it was OK to begin a steadier rhythm. But I never went terribly fast. I never wanted to. I didn't want to hammer Martine. I was making love to him. This sexy man had introduced me to something I didn't know I'd been missing. I wanted him to sense my gratitude. Wanted him to feel how much it meant to me. And the best way to do that was to make love to him. Give him the kind of fucking he wanted. Taking his direction, my cock inside ...