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She Was All Boy
By Jones (jones1111@gmail.com)

***

Boi seeks hot femme for anonymous sex. (FF, exh, oral, 
anal, rom)

***

She was all boy, though her pretty face and supple lips 
deceived. Her chestnut eyes roamed the streets for 
legs, ass, tits, lips, hair and eyes. She was athletic 
team fit, long hard legs, narrow hips, taught belly, 
ass and arms. Her own breasts small but round, nipples 
stretching a tight line across the white crew tank she 
wore like a uniform. She was looking for a girl, a 
soft, hot, woman. She was hot just thinking about her, 
waiting for her to cross her sight.

It happened in a café, where our tomboy sat reading 
something heady and sipping languorously, eyes darting 
up to check out each passing female she could smell 
coming into her radius. It started with the electric 
connection of a shared gaze. Looking up, I see into 
wide, deep, sky blue eyes, piercing down into my own, 
eyes that swiftly glance to my crotch and back up to my 
face, obviously fishing for a response, a reply; the 
woman's just-past shoulder-length dark red hair lifting 
slightly from her long neck from the breeze caused by 
her unbroken strides towards the counter, belied by her 
half smile, continuing for an extended moment in my 
direction. 

Her baby blue shirt is open at the neck, her breasts 
full, her hips ensconced in a smooth black straight 
knee-length skirt, with high side slit, met below by 
calf-high black leather high-heeled boots. My eyes 
break from her gaze instantaneously to full red mouth, 
to nippled rack, to hint of pussy, to slit of bare 
thigh and exposed knees, and to those heels, and by the 
time I look up again, she's gone past me; I dared not 
to turn my head too far round, after I see she's caught 
me taking in the sweet curve of her tight ass. So, I 
crane back around to boring forward, and wait. And 
wait.

And wait. 

Finally, not daring to miss the possibility of just 
seeing her again, I sit up and turn. She's looking at 
me from a high chair in the window beyond the counter, 
sipping her latte, mischievously glancing up; 
containing a coy smile upon seeing me turn to her; a 
hint of space opening up between her legs. 

I take the queue. Standing up slowly, and gathering my 
things, I turn 'round for one last glimpse, for 
confirmation… Our eyes connect, and all at once my 
pussy is soaked. Beckoningly, I nod my head to the 
door, and I smile, too broadly I'm sure, and then begin 
to walk away, filled with dread and anticipation, 
feeling the heat of her gaze on my ass as I make for 
the exit. Once a few steps outside, I pause, turning 
only slightly, until I hear the sound of high-heeled 
boot steps passing through the door behind me, and then 
start the slow ascent to my house down the block. The 
steps behind me meet my pace.

Reaching my front door, pulling keys from my pocket, 
and, slipping the key into the eager slot, in my cunt, 
I feel my cock pressing into her hot pussy. The boot 
steps have stopped, as I knew they would, directly 
behind me. She's so close I can smell her scent, her 
hair, her perfume, even her cunt. As I push the door 
open, she steps up, and, walking past me to enter, she 
whips her mane gently into my face as I glance over my 
shoulder at her, her breasts brushing against my back, 
her hand soft and strong on my bare upper arm.

She walks into the landing ahead of me, and begins 
taking the steps up towards the long hall of the second 
floor suite, her ass tightening against the black 
fabric of her skirt with each step, her calves flexing 
against soft leather, tossing her hair back, smoothing 
her skirt, drawing her hand back around the curve of 
her thigh. She likes an audience. I stand watching her 
in disbelief and pleasure, until she reaches the top 
step and finally, turning to meet my eyes, she closes 
her own to half-mast sultry, and reaches to her shirt, 
starting to unbutton the top buttons. 

I try not to run, but do take two steps at a time. When 
I am finally within reach of her, I take her waist in 
my hands and roughly press her into the opposite wall, 
and lift her hands above her head, holding her there, 
staring at her mouth. The electricity between us shoots 
through me; my lips finally find her skin; first, her 
supple neck; then, her cheek; then her mouth. It's 
already open, waiting. She is still, though her chest 
heaves as I begin to take her mouth in mine; slowly, 
surely, I come to know her lips, her tongue. She moans 
a wanting sound. While I kiss her, and hold her hands 
above her and keep her pressed to the wall, her body 
prone, I deny her my body pressing into her, and I know 
she wants it as badly as I. 

Instead, I drop her hands and release her mouth all at 
once. I step back and again, wait. She finally steps 
forward and, without hesitation, brings her hand to my 
crotch, watching my face as she starts to rub my thigh, 
and then my cock, taught against my button fly. She 
draws her eyes up my body, her expression wonton, 
almost wild; she can feel, in her thoughts, my cock 
pressing into her wet pussy, as she touches my chest, 
my arm, with her other hand.

She pushes up my shirt, her palm pressing against my 
abdomen, to free it from my jeans, then unbuckles, and 
then unbuttons the taught denim. My hands reach out for 
her skirt, and start to lift it up, revealing velvet 
skin; I unnerve her by kicking her legs apart. She 
stops at the fourth button and begins to rub my cock 
again, in its white cotton y-front sheath. The head 
springs out, to her gasp. 

And that's the moment my patience ends. I have her back 
against the wall with force, pressing my cock against 
her pussy, my chest into hers, her skirt finally riding 
up around her waist, her silken panties peaking out to 
taunt me. My mouth and teeth and tongue on her neck, 
and where she's opened her shirt, licking her 
collarbone, to the top of her breasts, heaving, hot and 
round. I press harder into her, rotating my ass so my 
cock pushes into her lips, across her hiding clit, and 
she moans. My hands shoot out from her breasts to her 
ass, lifting her legs around me, pressing into her 
harder and faster.

With one hand on her incredible ass and the other at 
her back, I carry her small frame to the bed, and let 
her fall roughly onto her back, legs prone, hair 
everywhere, tit exposed, and panting. Fuck. Again our 
eyes meet, as I finally look up from her pussy. I have 
to have her then. She'd pushed herself up onto her 
elbows, but I pull her hands away and she falls back. I 
flip her over by the waist quickly, and unzip her skirt 
at the back, pulling it away down her forever legs. And 
with one last glance at her drenched black panties, 
they come down, down around her knees, her ankles, her 
pelvis gently writhing against my Duve, anticipating 
her first coming. Oh god. 

Get on your hands and knees, I command, forcing her 
knees apart as she obeys. Her pussy is dripping and 
writhing, her ass calling out for me. I take off my 
shirt, and lower my jeans and underwear to pull out my 
cock. Her eyes reach back for the sight of me. And then 
I reach out for a swipe of her pussy. She jumps. With 
her juice on my hand, I lubricate my cock, and by now 
she's getting impatient, watching me stroke the length 
and girth of my tool, her mouth open, eyes half mast 
again, in desire. 

As I continue stroking my cock, I lean down and bend to 
her scent, drawing my tongue from her juice pit to her 
asshole, where I swim around in circles before plunging 
in through the tightness. As I draw my tongue in and 
out of her ass, she's gasping as if for air, and 
lifting her round cheeks to meet my thrusts, until I 
again touch her pussy with my fingers, diddling around 
her opening and dancing fingertips around her clit. 

All at once, I shove three digits inside her cunt, 
making sure she can take everything she is about to 
get. She can. My fingers leave her reluctantly, and as 
they do, she groans deeply, and begs me to fuck her, 
speaking to me for the first time. Fuck me, please. 
Please, she says. Please! I like a girl with manners, 
but not just yet. No, not just yet you hot little cunt, 
I say as I catch her clit with my fingers and squeeze 
without mercy. She howls and shutters and whimpers for 
me to fuck her then, as I soften my hold on her and 
circle insistently her swollen member, until I can feel 
her body shaking on the edge of exploding. 

I let go of her again and move back, grab my tool with 
my wet hand and move towards her with it. I touch the 
head against her pussy, sliding it up and down along 
her cunt, teasing her clit, teasing her hole. Hearing, 
smelling, her longing. And then I say, No, not yet. Get 
on the floor, get on your knees. Open your mouth and 
come suck me off, come and suck my cock, covered in 
your cum. Maybe then I'll fuck you. 

Slowly, she turns and her eyes meet my wet meat, and 
she licks her lips unknowingly, and, moving to the 
space before me, takes off her shirt at last, leaving 
only her bra and boots on her, and lowering herself 
down to me, she opens her mouth, looks up at me for a 
moment, then takes me in. She takes me in and out, deep 
and shallow, draws her tongue along the length of me, 
puts her hands on my hard ass to pull me deep into her 
throat. 

I thrust into her mouth, my hand on the back of her 
head, holding her by her mangled hair, watching her 
take me in, suck me, gag on me, lick me. And then she 
roughly pulls down my jeans, and my underwear, and, 
letting me fuck her mouth again, she reaches a hand 
between my legs, between the leather straps, and fucks 
my drenched pussy until I come in her mouth, spit and 
come all over her face, sweat on her chest and brow. 

When I finish, and pull from her mouth, she looks up at 
me again, this time pleading. 

Now?

I lift her up to her feet, and in turn kneel down 
before her. I unzip her boots, as I take in again the 
smell of her desire. I lick and bite her thighs and her 
calves as they're freed of the leather, feeling her 
skin with my hands, running them up the length of her 
legs, to her ass. Then, rising, I take her in my arms, 
press firmly against her and kiss her mouth, fucking 
her deeply with my tongue in strong urgent rhythms as 
her sumptuous body again starts to writhe against my 
cock, my chest. I unlatch her bra, and catch her with 
my mouth, suck madly at her nipple, one, then the 
other, then teasing, I stop.

Lay back now, I tell her, emerging from her breasts, 
her mouth, her neck. Spread your legs. I plant my mouth 
in her open, hot hot cunt and lap her, lick her lips, 
tongue her hole, tease her clit, work her up. My one 
hand on her ass, the other holding her breast and 
squeezing its soft supple fullness, taking her nipple 
in my fingers as I flick my tongue against her clit, 
for the last time before I am to give her what we've 
been waiting for, as she again teeters on the brink of 
orgasm…

I rise again, position myself above her, and enter her. 
She cries out; first the pain of it as it passes from 
shallow to deep within her, and then from the pleasure 
of its fullness in her cunt. She rides me, as I slowly 
fuck her, with long cool strides, teasing, as if to 
leave her hungry cunt, only to return deeper and 
harder. She starts to buck against me, her hands on her 
now free tits, her hard, exquisite nipples, until I 
come down upon her with my body, my mouth, and, fucking 
in earnest her pussy, her mouth, she comes in waves. 
She drenches everything with her cum. I don't stop. 

She begs me to stop fucking her; she can't take it. And 
then she can, and with my cock still in her pussy I 
turn her over again, sitting her down on my cock where 
she can abuse me, my hands reaching around to hold her 
tits, and while she bounces up and down on my giant, 
endlessly hard cock, I'm licking her spine, groping her 
gyrating ass, feeling her hair whip my face with her 
wonton motion, taking me, using me, getting off on me. 
Again she comes on me like a rip tide, cum spilling 
over my cock, my legs, my pussy.

Oh, to make a hot woman come. 

I withdraw. Ouch! My hand connects with her pussy as I 
lay down beside her. One leg thrown over me, she's 
still prone, and tenderly my hand works her over again, 
strokes her lips, feels her heat, plunges in, in, and 
out, and deep, and hard and soft, until, while we lay 
there eyeing each other with lust and satiation, the 
heat rises up in her again. Her face. 

This time, I watch her as she comes, as she cries out 
from my hand deep inside her, and I see her, raw. I 
kiss her then, again, and we kiss forever, until 
finally she drops down, spent, unable to move, even to 
breath and yet she's still panting, and so I curl her 
head into my shoulder, pull her glistening body to me, 
pull a blanket over her, and listen to her breath slow 
into sleep. 

My eyes just keep taking her in.

END

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