My First BJ dressed En-Femme - Sex Stories

My First BJ dressed En-Femme

... against my thigh. I liked it. I liked that I made it come alive. I pulled away, but he would not have that. He pulled me closer and kissed me again, harder and longer. I felt his hand caress my breast and so wished that they were real to feel his hands as they groped them. I pulled away to catch my breath to obtain some normality as to what I was doing. That attempt vanished as I looked down as his hand held, kneaded my breasts. “Damn hon, you have some nice big titties on you.” Wow I thought. They feel that real that he liked them. He let go my breast and then tugged at my nipple through my shirt. It was between his thumb and fore finger. He pulled at it. “Big tits and big nipples. Damn girl.” I smiled, and laughed internally to myself. I realized then that I was about to confront how feminine I could become, and I did not shy away from it. I wanted to experience and to know. I could feel the surge of my curiosity rise as I felt his cock rise as it pushed up against me. We kissed. He pushed into me as he pulled me close. There was no longer any doubt if I could make a man aroused but I also made him get hard. I let out a soft gasp as I felt him against me. At first I was afraid to touch him there, but as he kissed me, it was almost instinctual for me to let my drop as I reached for his hardness. I could feel it as it bulged inside his jeans. I cooed, “I think something wants to get out.” Both of his hand squeezed, pushed and pulled on my breasts. I loved seeing his hands on ...

... them. “Yea hun. Want me to pull it out?” My voice seemed distant, but I knew it was mine when I said, “Yes.” I bit my bottom lip playfully as he slow unzipped his pants. He reached in his pants, fumbling to pull it out and then blam there it was – his penis dangling before me. It was jutted out at me. It was hard, and it enticed me, as if it beckoned me to see how girly I was. No persuasion was necessary on his part. It was a feminine instinct. I saw my hand as it reached out as I grasped it with my hand. I loved how the weight of it felt in my hand as I caressed it. I wet my index finger with my tongue and swirled it around the head of his penis. I felt it expand even more. I held it softly, and stroked it as he again kissed me. I could feel it swell as it hardened into a stiff piece of steel. I could feel it growing and getting harder in my hand. I liked it. It was not stupidly huge but definitely bigger than average. As the head rose in all it blood engorged purplish glory, I surmised that it had to be seven to eight inches long. It was standing straight up with a slight bend as if looking up at me with its ‘one eye.” Then in one swift motion he unbuckled his pants to reveal big, dangling heavy balls. His balls were big. I liked how they hung and as I reached out to cup them. I gently kneaded them. My hand released his ball and clenched his throbbing cock at the base. I found myself staring at it as if it had some hypnotic power over me, as my hand stroked and jerked his ...