Witch Chronicles 007 Dark Beginnings
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A Young Sissy’s Beginning. free porn video
Maybe I wanted it to happen. Maybe he sensed I was open to it, I don’t know. However it came about, an older boy in the neighbor made me suck his cock. I was very young and he was several years older. Somehow, we found ourselves alone. He wanted a blowjob, but was too mean or proud to admit it. He had to aleast act the part. After some threats and talking about wanting his cock sucked. He stood in front of me and pulled his cock out through his zipper. I tried not to stare at it and at first, I genuinely was not interested. He gripped my head and rubbed the fat head of his dick against my face. He made more threats and demanded I suck him.
This is where it began.
After that first time, my world was changed. I began thinking about cock, dreaming about it, and wanting more. At that young age, everything is new and exciting. Thoughts of sex, in any form, made my heart race and my cock ache. My head swim and my body tingle. Not only did I want to be touched, but I wanted to touch again also. I could recount every moment of that first time, although forced, I later realized I loved it. The feeling of his warm, soft but firm flesh on my face and lips. The edges of his fat cocks head as my lips passed over them. The feeling of it swell in my mouth. The taste and texture of his semen.
I found myself looking for that boy again and purposely putting myself into another situation where he could take advantage of me. I think he wanted more, I think I did too. Of course, I couldn’t act like it. I couldn’t let him know I wanted his cock again. I couldn’t even imagine the teasing and torment if he knew, I had to keep it a secret.
When he found me alone again, my heart raced, not from fear but from desire. He demanded I suck him again and said he would tell if I didn’t. Whether he would tell anyone I didnt know, it didn’t matter, I wanted to anyways. I told him Ok, as long as he didn’t tell anyone and when he pulled out his dick and I moved to my knees.
I tried to hide my pure lust, I had to act like I didn’t like it. I tried to hide my raging, throbbing hard on. I had to fight off moaning as the fat head of his swelling cock pushed past my lips, I loved the feeling. I loved the fullness of him in my mouth. I sucked him, but had to resist the urges to be passionate. To lick him or suck his most intimate parts, his balls. Although I wanted to, I wanted to make love to his cock with my mouth. To lick and kiss and savor every wonderful inch, curve and vein. He came quickly and this time I only acted like I was disgusted and spit it out. I had found that I loved the flavor and let the silky, thick fluid coat my mouth and tongue. I saved most of his sperm, then swallowed it down. Every inch of me tingled and my hard cock become wet with pre cum. I hid my erection from him and he quickly left. With the taste of him on my lips and tongue, I masturbated to a wonderful, fulfilling orgasm.
We continued on like this many times. Although I was not interested in being a girl, I found that I loved wearing my sisters panties. They were soft and delicate and made my feel sexy and feminine. I would wear them when I knew I was going to meet that boy. I couldn’t show him, I was too embarrassed and he was too mean. Wearing them did heighten the experience though, the soft, girly material felt wonderful against my raging cock and would quickly become soaked in my pre cum.
I dreamed of meeting someone that I could be free with. Someone who I could show my passions and desires to and not be judged. I soon did...
This is where it began.
After that first time, my world was changed. I began thinking about cock, dreaming about it, and wanting more. At that young age, everything is new and exciting. Thoughts of sex, in any form, made my heart race and my cock ache. My head swim and my body tingle. Not only did I want to be touched, but I wanted to touch again also. I could recount every moment of that first time, although forced, I later realized I loved it. The feeling of his warm, soft but firm flesh on my face and lips. The edges of his fat cocks head as my lips passed over them. The feeling of it swell in my mouth. The taste and texture of his semen.
I found myself looking for that boy again and purposely putting myself into another situation where he could take advantage of me. I think he wanted more, I think I did too. Of course, I couldn’t act like it. I couldn’t let him know I wanted his cock again. I couldn’t even imagine the teasing and torment if he knew, I had to keep it a secret.
When he found me alone again, my heart raced, not from fear but from desire. He demanded I suck him again and said he would tell if I didn’t. Whether he would tell anyone I didnt know, it didn’t matter, I wanted to anyways. I told him Ok, as long as he didn’t tell anyone and when he pulled out his dick and I moved to my knees.
I tried to hide my pure lust, I had to act like I didn’t like it. I tried to hide my raging, throbbing hard on. I had to fight off moaning as the fat head of his swelling cock pushed past my lips, I loved the feeling. I loved the fullness of him in my mouth. I sucked him, but had to resist the urges to be passionate. To lick him or suck his most intimate parts, his balls. Although I wanted to, I wanted to make love to his cock with my mouth. To lick and kiss and savor every wonderful inch, curve and vein. He came quickly and this time I only acted like I was disgusted and spit it out. I had found that I loved the flavor and let the silky, thick fluid coat my mouth and tongue. I saved most of his sperm, then swallowed it down. Every inch of me tingled and my hard cock become wet with pre cum. I hid my erection from him and he quickly left. With the taste of him on my lips and tongue, I masturbated to a wonderful, fulfilling orgasm.
We continued on like this many times. Although I was not interested in being a girl, I found that I loved wearing my sisters panties. They were soft and delicate and made my feel sexy and feminine. I would wear them when I knew I was going to meet that boy. I couldn’t show him, I was too embarrassed and he was too mean. Wearing them did heighten the experience though, the soft, girly material felt wonderful against my raging cock and would quickly become soaked in my pre cum.
I dreamed of meeting someone that I could be free with. Someone who I could show my passions and desires to and not be judged. I soon did...
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