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A Young Sissy’s Beginning, Part 3. free porn video
It seemed that after my first few experiences with those older boys, all I could think about was cock. Sucking and pleasuring cock. First with the boy that forced me, then with that nicer boy that seemed to understand my needs and desires, and let me explore them. I was still very young, and every encounter was new and exciting, thrilling and revealing.
I had discovered the thrill and erotic feelings that wearing panties gave me. They felt wonderful and sensual. I would steal them from my older sister and the more “girly” and feminine the better. I would hide them under my jeans, my sexy little secret if I thought I might have an encounter with one of those boys. I would also wear them when I was alone in my bedroom and lost in fantasy. I dreamed of cock, soft and hanging and firm and erect. I found them so beautiful and arrousing.
Lying alone on my bed, feeling the panties caress and cradle my cock and balls. The thong pulled tight between my ass cheeks, I’d wiggle and twist in pleasure. On my stomach, I’d reach behind me and pull my small, smooth ass cheeks apart and run a finger tip along my tight little hole. I imagined being taken, having a cock force it’s way inside me. I would also imagine giving my ass freeely, welcoming that hard dick to fuck me. My hands exploring my young body, caressing my hard nipples and teasing my hard cock. I thought about when those boys hard cocks pressed against the back of throat. How my mouth felt empty without them filling it. I’d think about gagging and choking on dick, how I wanted to feel it in my throat. How I wanted to suck the cocks of those boys again, or other boys, maybe even grown men.
With the thin, delicate waist band holding down my hard penis, I’d tease and rub myself to the thoughts. Teasing out just alittle cum at a time, I’d dip a finger in the warm, sticky fluid and rub it on my lips and nipples. I’d imagine that a boy had just cum on me. Teasing out alittle bit of cum, over and over again until my body shook and demanded full release. Pulling my panties down, underneath my firm, tight balls, my cock would throb and dance as my mind imagined a beautiful cock down my throat. I’d stroke myself to orgasm, shooting cum towards my face and open mouth. Loving the feeling as it splashed onto me and familiar taste as it coated my mouth. Warm, white, wonderful, sticky cum.
My teacher in grade school was a tall, caring man. Tan skin and dark hair, I began to imagine being with him. When stayed after class for extra help one day, my mind raced. My sweaty hands were shaking and my heart pounding as I imagined myself coming on to him, maybe even seducing him. I was so nervous.
Sitting in my desk, he stood next to me to explain a math problem. I didn’t hear a word he said, all I could hear was my heart beat and I felt light headed and weak. I moved my elbow over and let it brush against his crotch. I thought I could explain it away as a simple accident if he objected, but then again maybe he wouldn’t! He pulled away quickly, backing away from my desk, without saying a word about it. I kept my elbow there. When he moved closer and I felt the material of his pants on my arm, my brain began to swim. I felt as if I could feel the heat of his manhood radiate through me. My cock swelled and throbbed in my pants. I nervously and slowly moved my elbow back and forth as he pressed his crotch against it. It was incredibly exciting, when you are young everything is thrilling and new. A noise outside the class door surprised him, I think, and the reality of the situation must have hit him. He pulled away. I knew though that if he had pulled out his cock, I would have happily pleasured him.
I left and immediately began riding my bike around looking for, hoping for cock. I looked for one of the boys I knew, even the mean, threatening one, I needed my urges satisfied. Incredibly, I found that nicer, older boy walking with some of his friends. I made sure he saw me, then rode down an alley and waited behind some large equimpment. I hoped he would follow or anyone would follow. I stood quietly, nervously waiting. I heard foot steps and my heart stopped beating. It was him.
Without saying a word, I knew what I wanted, what I needed, and moved to my knees before him, like a slut. He wasn’t surprised, he knew why I was there. He stood silent and looked around as I began to undo his jeans. Tugging them down just enough for his beautiful stiffening cock to fall out. I leaned forward and felt the warm skin of his prick on my face and lips. I rubbed my face against it as if starved for it. I pressed my face into the area between his thigh and manhood and inhaled his scent and rubbed it on me. His cock now hard and throbbing, I paused just long enough to stare at it’s beauty before forcing my lips around and over his head, then down his veiny, thick shaft. Feeling that wonderful, full sensation again, I pressed further onto him and felt his cock’s head touch the back of my throat. My eyes watered, making me gag, but I loved it. Gagging and choking, I wanted as much of his cock as I could get. Then it happened, his cock slid into my throat. If only for an instant. I felt wonderfully used.
Like pressing your thumb into a lump of clay, there was now a permenant imprint. My throat seemed like it would always remember and feel empty without a cock to fill it. I craved that feeling again. With tears streaming down my face, I continued to suck him, trying to coax his cum out, trying to coax him back down my throat.
The feeling of my warm, wet mouth, the excitement of the moment, he quickly neared orgasm. I felt his hand on the back of my head and I moaned in exctasy has he gently guided my mouth further down his cock. I reached down and rubbed my erection through my jeans and with my body shaking and quaking, came hard soaking the inside of my underwear with my own semen. My moans of pleasure my have sent him over the edge as well. Again, with little more than a muffled moan, he began to fill my mouth his his warm thick cum. With his legs shaking in pleasure, I reached up to steady him, holding his thighs and gulped down his flooding sperm. Making me feel warm and making my head tingle, I milked every drop. I loved having him release in my mouth. It made me feel wonderful and happy, rewarded and satisfied. Like a d**g addict I imagine, after that first “taste” you only want more and with each “experience” you only want to further explore.
He quickly zipped himself up and left. Leaving me alone and on my knees, I wiped saliva and semen from my chin, then rode my bike back out of the alley. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
I had discovered the thrill and erotic feelings that wearing panties gave me. They felt wonderful and sensual. I would steal them from my older sister and the more “girly” and feminine the better. I would hide them under my jeans, my sexy little secret if I thought I might have an encounter with one of those boys. I would also wear them when I was alone in my bedroom and lost in fantasy. I dreamed of cock, soft and hanging and firm and erect. I found them so beautiful and arrousing.
Lying alone on my bed, feeling the panties caress and cradle my cock and balls. The thong pulled tight between my ass cheeks, I’d wiggle and twist in pleasure. On my stomach, I’d reach behind me and pull my small, smooth ass cheeks apart and run a finger tip along my tight little hole. I imagined being taken, having a cock force it’s way inside me. I would also imagine giving my ass freeely, welcoming that hard dick to fuck me. My hands exploring my young body, caressing my hard nipples and teasing my hard cock. I thought about when those boys hard cocks pressed against the back of throat. How my mouth felt empty without them filling it. I’d think about gagging and choking on dick, how I wanted to feel it in my throat. How I wanted to suck the cocks of those boys again, or other boys, maybe even grown men.
With the thin, delicate waist band holding down my hard penis, I’d tease and rub myself to the thoughts. Teasing out just alittle cum at a time, I’d dip a finger in the warm, sticky fluid and rub it on my lips and nipples. I’d imagine that a boy had just cum on me. Teasing out alittle bit of cum, over and over again until my body shook and demanded full release. Pulling my panties down, underneath my firm, tight balls, my cock would throb and dance as my mind imagined a beautiful cock down my throat. I’d stroke myself to orgasm, shooting cum towards my face and open mouth. Loving the feeling as it splashed onto me and familiar taste as it coated my mouth. Warm, white, wonderful, sticky cum.
My teacher in grade school was a tall, caring man. Tan skin and dark hair, I began to imagine being with him. When stayed after class for extra help one day, my mind raced. My sweaty hands were shaking and my heart pounding as I imagined myself coming on to him, maybe even seducing him. I was so nervous.
Sitting in my desk, he stood next to me to explain a math problem. I didn’t hear a word he said, all I could hear was my heart beat and I felt light headed and weak. I moved my elbow over and let it brush against his crotch. I thought I could explain it away as a simple accident if he objected, but then again maybe he wouldn’t! He pulled away quickly, backing away from my desk, without saying a word about it. I kept my elbow there. When he moved closer and I felt the material of his pants on my arm, my brain began to swim. I felt as if I could feel the heat of his manhood radiate through me. My cock swelled and throbbed in my pants. I nervously and slowly moved my elbow back and forth as he pressed his crotch against it. It was incredibly exciting, when you are young everything is thrilling and new. A noise outside the class door surprised him, I think, and the reality of the situation must have hit him. He pulled away. I knew though that if he had pulled out his cock, I would have happily pleasured him.
I left and immediately began riding my bike around looking for, hoping for cock. I looked for one of the boys I knew, even the mean, threatening one, I needed my urges satisfied. Incredibly, I found that nicer, older boy walking with some of his friends. I made sure he saw me, then rode down an alley and waited behind some large equimpment. I hoped he would follow or anyone would follow. I stood quietly, nervously waiting. I heard foot steps and my heart stopped beating. It was him.
Without saying a word, I knew what I wanted, what I needed, and moved to my knees before him, like a slut. He wasn’t surprised, he knew why I was there. He stood silent and looked around as I began to undo his jeans. Tugging them down just enough for his beautiful stiffening cock to fall out. I leaned forward and felt the warm skin of his prick on my face and lips. I rubbed my face against it as if starved for it. I pressed my face into the area between his thigh and manhood and inhaled his scent and rubbed it on me. His cock now hard and throbbing, I paused just long enough to stare at it’s beauty before forcing my lips around and over his head, then down his veiny, thick shaft. Feeling that wonderful, full sensation again, I pressed further onto him and felt his cock’s head touch the back of my throat. My eyes watered, making me gag, but I loved it. Gagging and choking, I wanted as much of his cock as I could get. Then it happened, his cock slid into my throat. If only for an instant. I felt wonderfully used.
Like pressing your thumb into a lump of clay, there was now a permenant imprint. My throat seemed like it would always remember and feel empty without a cock to fill it. I craved that feeling again. With tears streaming down my face, I continued to suck him, trying to coax his cum out, trying to coax him back down my throat.
The feeling of my warm, wet mouth, the excitement of the moment, he quickly neared orgasm. I felt his hand on the back of my head and I moaned in exctasy has he gently guided my mouth further down his cock. I reached down and rubbed my erection through my jeans and with my body shaking and quaking, came hard soaking the inside of my underwear with my own semen. My moans of pleasure my have sent him over the edge as well. Again, with little more than a muffled moan, he began to fill my mouth his his warm thick cum. With his legs shaking in pleasure, I reached up to steady him, holding his thighs and gulped down his flooding sperm. Making me feel warm and making my head tingle, I milked every drop. I loved having him release in my mouth. It made me feel wonderful and happy, rewarded and satisfied. Like a d**g addict I imagine, after that first “taste” you only want more and with each “experience” you only want to further explore.
He quickly zipped himself up and left. Leaving me alone and on my knees, I wiped saliva and semen from my chin, then rode my bike back out of the alley. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
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