I let out a low, guttural groan as the head broke through my tight ring. He continued to enter me, inch by agonizing inch. He never stopped or paused, instead he slid his cock in with one very, very slow stroke. I soon became aware of nothing but the sound of the pulse pounding in my ears and the hard cock in my aching ass. For a time, I didn’t know if I could take it – no had ever entered me this way – I loved it!
By now, I really wanted shit-head to see me; down on all fours, cum dripping from my chin and nipples, a rock-hard cock in my ass. He always wanted me to be a slut – and now I truly was. "Fuck me!" I pleaded. He did, HARD!. His strong hands took hold of my hips as he drove himself into my butt with reckless abandon. Each powerful thrust found new depths, and drove me to new heights. I grunted, groaned and pawed the ground like an animal. He was amazing; he fucked me better, harder and longer than anyone ever did before. The next several minutes were a blur of pain, excitement and extreme sexual pleasure. My body shook as I came again and again. At one point he stopped and left only the tip of his cock inside me. I tried to push myself back against him, desperate to feel his full length deep inside me again. He held me fast so that I could not move back, "FUCK ME!!" I howled. He responded by ramming my ass even harder and deeper than before. For many more minutes he continued his relentless assault on my insides. I moaned like a whore in heat, like the whore I am. Just then – with one last unimaginably deep thrust, I felt him inseminate my asshole. Jets of hot cum filled me with a satisfaction such as I had never known.
We fell together, resting on the ground, bathed in sunlight. We laughed as we spooned, his cock still inside me until it fell totally limp and slipped out. Then, for a time, we lay in silence. "I suppose we should get dressed" I said, not really wanting to. "Yeah, at some point we should" he said with a chuckle. "They will wonder about us" I said, "but I don’t really care". As we dressed, he looked again into my eyes. "I don’t even know your name" he said. I smiled and replied, "I know". "Will I see you again?" he asked. I just shook my head no. He finished getting dressed and walked over to me. He took my hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. He softly kissed me. Then he turned and disappeared through the trees.
Sometimes I like to imagine that he still thinks about me. I often wonder where he is and how he’s doing. I wonder who he is with and if he fucks her as good as he fucked me. There have been times over the intervening years that I have regretted not running after him, but I know it was better this way. That day in the clearing remains one of my fondest memories. For one day, I found my perfect man. I can’t help but masturbate when I think about it. Yes, I still wonder about him, but mostly, I wonder if he ever figured out that I am a transvestite.
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