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So enormous! Angie had never seen anything like it. As she lay back feeling it enter her yet again, more excited than she'd ever been at any other penetration, she wondered how on earth she could have gotten into this. She must have been in a certain kind of a mood when she met him or she'd never have agreed date a guy only just met in the elevator. He was already in when she stepped on, him alone, and their eyes met. She shivered at the intensity and desire she saw there, yet something about him appealed. Macho-sensitivity in the expression, big chest under a well-tailored Ralph Lauren shirt. He looked very strong. And yet, the eyes. Oh, and the lips, so sensual for a man. Then she dropped the bunch of letters she was on the way to post, elastic band came off, and they were everywhere, about 100 of the damn things, and the elevator would be stopping at the lobby any moment, people getting on to go up. Straight away he was down, gathering them up. "My name's Paul" he told her as they knealt together. She noticed his hands, larger than her's yet elegant and long-fingered. "Will you join me for a drink?" he said as she deposited the letters in the already full maildrop. Though suddenly she wanted to, she'd hesitated. "I don't usually go for drinks with strangers." Aside from that, she was feeling negative about men since her boyfriend had forced her suck him when she really didn't feel like it recently, then come in her mouth and all over her face "We aren't really strangers. I've been seeing you in the elevator and coffeeshop for a year. We even exchange theatening letters." He chuckled, then explained. "I work for the firm of attorneys one floor above yours." Talking with Paul was so different. It was as if, somehow, they were on the same side of the fence. Understood the world in the same way, even more than the most understanding guy she'd ever met before. His eyes - so expressive, communicating so much detail to her. Then, he stood up from his side of the table and she watched him, wide-eyed, wondering what on earth he was up to as he walked around. Leaning forward, he suddenly kissed her full on the lips. His lips so soft, the kiss different from any before, sweet and romantic; and sexy. Realizing she'd opened her legs with desire while he was kissing her, she hurriedly closed them again, discovering her panties suddenly wet. The decor of his apartment surprised her upon entering. She hadn't realized men, other than gays, had such taste. What was she doing here, anyway? She was still too mad at her last boyfriend to even think of going to bed with a guy. Then he kissed her, such sweet, sensitive and seductive kisses as no guy ever gave her before, and she melted in his strong arms. Let him lay her back on the sofa, slide his hands up her thighs, raising her short skirt. Squeeze her cheeks, fingers inside her skimpy panties, sliding them off. That deliciously exposed, expectant feeling as they were slid down her legs and off, tossed through the air over his shoulder, rotating. He left her stockings on. She felt very sexy as he drew back to admire her long shapely legs. "Oh!" she cried out in immediate mini-orgasm as his touch. Such a touch in those long, elegant fingers. He really knew how to use them, gently yet firmly spreading her pussy lips side, stretching just enough to draw the covering off the head of her clitoris which he immediately found - so rare, when so many men fumbled around like drunks who'd lost their doorkeys in the night. Deftly he put his lips down and around her clit, sucking it out. But then, damn him, he stopped. Men always did. Unbuckled his belt hastily, brrzzzd, down with the zip, down with the pants. He'd jam it in, thrust like a ram for two minutes, slam, bam, thank you mam. It'd be all over, nothing for her, just like most of the others. Lying back, resigned, she felt it go in. Felt nice. Surprisingly small, compared to that great hunk of salami her of her boyfriend. Nice small. A huge cock gave a stretching feeling which could be good but if they didn'tknow how to use it, just didn't hack it. "Ooh" she said, luxuriantly, as Paul worked his cock around. "Ooooh, that feels so-oo good. How ever do you do that." As he worked it in, he moved it around, then out, finding her clitty, rubbing, pressing upon it. Silkier, more erotic, more sensuous than any cock she'd know. "Oh, oh, oh!" She had her first orgasm and heard Paul groaning, felt him shuddering. He seemed to be having an orgasm too, and she could feel hot liquids pouring down upon her. She wanted to be naked, and wriggled out of her blouse. He was still dressed. Pants around his knees, but that Ralph Lauren shirt hiding his beautiful chest. As he arched his back, shuddering with orgasm, her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt. Beneath she found elastic bandage wound around his chest. A cold shock hit her looking at the contours close to like this and she got her fingers under the bandage and heaved it up. Small, light, beautifully formed breasts with enormously long nipples dropped out. "Oh, my God no!" She was being fucked by a pre-op transexual. Panting, Paul looked down at her. In her horror she jerked her hips so his prick came out. She tried wriggle free, but Paul held her there with his superior strength. Staring down at his cock she saw....it wasn't. If Angie was a girl, so was Paul! It was a gigantic clitoris. Large as her own small finger. Larger! "Angie" Paul/Paula said. "I'm sorry, I should've told you." "Get off me!" Angie loudly screamed, her head swimming with indecision. "I won't make love to another woman." Her ever-more-cloudy mind repeated it over and over, not with another woman, CERTAINLY not with another woman, like she was trying to convince herself. Abruptly though, it dawned on her, she already had, and it had made her frustrated body feel so-o-o great. "Get off!!" she again cried, but this protest was much weaker. "No," Paula said gently but firmly, putting her strong arms around Angie, holding her squirming body tight. One muscular arm had quickly slipped under her arched back, the other under her quivering buttocks, forcing their heated bodies so tightly together. Angie still half-heartedly struggled and writhed, becoming aware she wasn't really trying with conviction to escape. Her body had made its own decision. Fist Bang has Tons of Fist Sex Pictures and Fisting
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