My Life as a Shemale Part5

Mikes face was so handsome and he began to move his hips forward, entering me in the most private way possible. he was being careful now and I could feel the head of his penis pushing into me and I imagined how tight I was, making his foreskin slide back and exposing the head of his most sensitive point in his body as it penetrated deeper, feeling my inside and the warmth surrounding it. I was in heaven as he rapped his arms around me as a lover should, my eyes closed with the pain and joy of connecting so deeply with another human being. I suddenly felt his lips back on mine and I smiled and returned his kiss. He started to pump, a little awkward at first and I encouraged him, told him that I need him and wanted to feel him. He grew steadier with every stroke, his manhood desiring only one outcome, to control me, to place his will on me and let the a****l inject me with his hot seed until there was no more. It occurred to me that Sam was right, the initial penetration was glorious and the manhandling which would have only one inevitable ending, Mike would ejaculate his hot, creamy sperm into my body and there is nothing I could do about it or wanted to.

Mike's strokes started to get harder, almost desperate, clinging to me with his arms rapped around my body like a vice, I became his pleasure tool and I thought his release was iminent. I could now feel my cock against my stomach, also rock hard, being rubbed between our bodies and I knew he could feel it too. His lips found mine again and he kissed me but it was only pure pressure nothing sensous, his hips, like pistons firing his rod into my body, I was beginning to feel a little sore but nothing like when I was ****d the first time, it was pleasure. Then he began to jerk on top of me, an uncontrollable spasm pushing his penis so deep and so hard into me, trying to f***e every little ounce of his cum. I grabbed his butt cheeks and helped him push to get deeper and receive his load into me, I could feel the base of him twitching in me with every spurt when he suddenly buckled on top of me and went limp. We laid there for a moment and for the first time I could hear the birds and the wind around us again, the pressure of my bl**d flowing through me calming down.