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Femboy Hooters

... until I had him comfortably in my throat and began really bobbing up and down in earnest. The noises he was making now were making me absolutely drip in my cage. My panties were already wet when we started, they had be about soaked by now.

We went like that for several minutes, I was starting to get tired, but I didn't want to tap out yet, so I kept going when he said the words, "I'm gonna cum."

That spurred me on and I was able to bottom out and take him balls deep as he groaned hard. I pulled back and began bobbing most of the way down his cock, feeling him spurting in my mouth was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced and I had a little mini orgasm. I could feel my clit squirting as he shot stream after stream of cum in my mouth.

He looked down at me, panting for air, "Holy shit, girl. You've really never done this before?"

I looked up, smiled and showed him the load of cum in my mouth before I made a show of swallowing. The taste was odd. Mostly a little salty, the texture was more the odd part, but I'd eaten enough of my own cum to be used to that. It was interesting that his tasted quite a bit different than mine. Not bad, just different.

I smiled up at him and shook my head, "Nope, never with a live cock. I've practiced quite a bit with my toys though."

"Well, that was amazing for a first time, mind-blowing, so to speak," he laughed. "Give me a couple minutes and we can see what other firsts we can get you through."

I smiled as he pulled ...

... me up and kissed me. I was a little surprised since I thought some guys weren't big on kissing after blowjobs, but he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, making out was definitely having the right effect on him and soon he was poking me in the stomach with his hardening cock.

"How do you want to be?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know."

"Then lay on your back, I want to watch your face as you take me in," he said.

He kissed me again as laid me back on the bed. He pulled my panties down and commented, "These things are soaked, girl."

I blushed a little, but felt oddly proud, then I gasped as he slowly worked one finger into me. I moaned as he fingered me for a few minutes before working a second and finally third finger in. I was thrashing about, moaning and groaning, my clit absolutely throbbing in its cage.

Greg leaned in to kiss me again, then stood up, pulling his slick fingers out, he lubed his cock and pressed it to my rosebud. He'd opened me pretty well and the first few inches slid in quickly, making me gasp and arch back. It felt like my brain was going to short-circuit.

He stayed there for a few moments, letting me adjust before he pulled back and thrust in again deeper. He kept working me like that, making me hornier and hornier until he finally bottomed out and I was begging for him to fuck me.

He took pity on me and began sawing in and out slowly. This elicited new waves of pleasure and all sorts of new noises on my part. My eyes focused ...