Crossing Paths

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Crossing PathsShe was nervous, as time dragged on in the little out-of-the-way motel room. Jill’s sluttish-painted, shining blue-green eyes were fixated on the door.Jill and Brent had met in cyberspace a long time ago and had travelled parallel paths. The mutual attraction and communication with each other was almost instantaneous and grew into an earnest relationship. But each knew that that a face-to-face meeting was impossible, as one of their mutual attractions to each other was their comprehension of wedding vows.Thus, the subject was never broached betwixt them along that long parallel path, even through their dark times, when they had supported each other.Today the waiting would end and Jill sort of felt like a jungle cat, as she sat on the corner of the bed in her 3” heels. She had chosen her favourite, leopard print, as a theme for this special, long-awaited night when Brent would make her a woman. Het thong, bra and slutty mini-skirt all matched. Jill adjusted her shelf bra beneath the sheer block blouse as the knob of the door turned. She had just returned from the clinic in Thailand and was anxious for Brent to see her new boobs and other gurly alterations.She had kept her little clitty and balls though. Jill was too attached to them Her toned legs tensed as the door opened and the handsome bespeckled man moved into the room, the harsh northern Illinois wind blowing him into the unit and making Jill’s nipples stand up as she had impishly planned.Jill waited until Brent’s coat had slipped onto his arms from his shoulders before she pounced, getting to her knees so her mouth was at his crotch. She giggled to herself as she made a little purring cat sound finding the zipper. Quickly sliding it down, her manicured nails sought the thin fabric of his underwear and prying that aside, released his swollen and thick 6” cock into the air. Her cock.“Hello,” she purred in her expensive-coached new gurl voice, “So glad to finally meet you.” as she kocaeli escort turned her now blazing lust-filled eyes up to Brent. “Ahh you mean me or hiiiiiimmm ahhhhh,” Brent said as she opened her mouth and throat and swallowed his rod in one swallow. Brent’s hands instinctively fell into her thick, soft, luscious hair. It had been accented with reddish low-lights and was stunning. His hands became entangled in the sensuous tresses. Jill purred and moaned while bobbing on his stiff dick. It was when Jill came off the cock to grab a deep breath of air that she swung her hair, allowing Brent to get a glimpse of her new boobs. “Oh those are gorgouuuuuse,” he said as she swallowed his now even harder dick into her thought and sucked. She reached up and gently stroked his swollen ballies with her fingernails, causing him to explode in her mouth, his seed finally filling her craving for cum. His cum.She stubbornly stayed on her knees until Brent had to exert strength to bring her up standing. He stood her at arm’s length to look her over, then embraced her, his hand moving towards a swollen tit and his tongue piston-like and probing her mouth. He pushed her on the bed, but she sat swiftly and moved to take of his pants and wet underwear. He peeled his top layers off simultaneously and then slipped off her silken see through top and unleashed her new mammories. He tried to fondle them, as he knew she loved that, but she gently stopped him with her hand. “Not yet love, we need you to get hard again. Don’t bother with the rest of the clothes,” she panted between licks of his cock and balls.Brent laughed. He knew that one of her big fantasies was to be fucked while being dressed or partially dressed. She believed that gurl clothes were meant to be fucked in and he quite agreed with her.He lay back on the bed and she began to worship his cock. All thought left him as she did something with her mouth, hair and nails and soon she was gagging, and escort kocaeli he was aware of a swollen hard member throbbing to a wet erection. Jill wasted no time and slid her smooth hairless leg over him, facing him as her firm and swollen titties swung with the movement. Brent wanted them in his mouth, in his hands. Jill pulled her leopard thong aside and eased her boi-cunt onto his rod, sighing as it slowly slid into her virgin hole. He was patient, letting her body accustom itself physically, mentally and spiritually to being impaled, a vessel for a man’s seed. Her new feminine nose, jaw and throat looked beautiful in the light as she arched her back and began to churn on the cock. Jill began to cry tears of joy, she was finally being fucked as a gurl. She leaned forward and grabbing Brent’s head, pulled it towards her swinging nipples. His mouth grabbed the offering and her milk exploded into his surprised mouth. Quickly recovering, he began to suck and knead her breast eagerly, as Jill moaned above him in gurly ecstasy. He began to pound her mercilessly and Jill responded with deep-throated moans and the gyration of her hips.“Oh I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she moaned.Brent felt the sticky hot fluid hit his body as Jill came and her cunt gripped his rod with her spchinctor, causing him to drive deeper inside of her.He exploded inside of her, the cum oozing and slushing around his cock and squirting out of her pussy. “Stay in, stay in,” Jill panted. “Here suck the other one.”Brent quenched his coutis-lust with Jill’s other straining breast as she sighed and tried to keep his cock inside of her as long as she could. It finally softly popped out and she sighed.She looked at him and with a little cat rawr (Jill was really getting a kick out of this cat theme) slid back down to his flaccid cock and slurped it into her mouth. He tried to grab for her clitty but she stopped him. Brent remembered her concept that she should just cum as a gurl kocaeli escort bayan and didn’t think her man had to touch her clitty to make her cum. It was like a rule to her or something. That was his last conscious thought as Jill once again worked her magic with tongue, mouth, fingernails and hair. Before he realized it, he was rock hard again and she was whispering in his ear.“Fuck me. Fuck me like a gurl,” she said.He rolled her over on her back and using her heels, lifted her dripping boi-cunt high into the air and quickly stuffed a couple of pillows beneath her ass. Jill spread her legs wide and he plunged into her, making her gasp and cry out as it was much deeper than the cowgurl method had allowed him in the first time.He rammed her hard, thrusting and pounding her pelvic mound as he fucked her. He reached for her clitty again and she moved to stop him. He took her wrist in his maw and lifted it above her head. He grabbed the other wrist and place it into the hand with the first and moved his empty hand to her clitty.He found it and began gently stroking it as she squirmed. Jill loved it. Soon she was bucking and panting and moaning uncontrollably. Brent released her clitty and concentrated on impaling the gurl. He leaned onto her, forcing his sweaty body to glide over her sensitive glans.Jill spread her her legs, but it felt like each jabbed forced her pussy a bit wider. She accepted that she was at his mercy, that his cum, his seed came first and she loved it.Jill squealed and moaned as she came a second time, the sperm making their bodies slicker and Brent, turned on her cumming, somehow increased his pounding of her pussy. He pounded away and Jill writhed in joy beneath him, pulling him deep into her wanting cunt as he came and holding there until he popped out.Exhausted, panting and with cum dripping out of her pussy and mouth, Jill nested into a spoon with Brent after he finally dismounted her. She reached around and finding his fleshy member, placed it back into the opening of her oozing hole.“No, sleep.” Brent said, yawning as he squeezed her. Jill smiled to herself. She was just getting ready for morning wood. She didn’t want to miss that.The paths had converged at last.

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