A Sweet And Little Bitch is born.
I was 16 years old and already two years ago my mind and my body had manifested a desire to be a girl. Despite being a boy I was thin, minute, with a nice pair of female legs and a nice round ass. In my room, secretly from my parents, I shaved, made up, wore a wig, dressed in a sexy way, imagining that I was a woman. In the loneliness of the room I watched pornographic films and imagined that I was the actress on duty who was being possessed by her males. I had never had sex with anyone, only with my little dildo that I kept hidden in my closet. I imagined and fantasized about the k**s who came to school with me, but what excited me to death was to think that I was possessed by men who were much older than me. Since then I’ve liked big, tall men, not necessarily muscular but massive (the former rugby and cammione genre excited me to death).
Gennaro was a Sicilian who was over fifty and every first Tuesday of the month passed through the country with his truck loaded with vegetables, fruit, oil, wine, to see him door to door. I had seen him several times looking at my mother with excitement (she was a great beautiful woman). I had secretly listened to the speeches my mother and my father made about him. In the village people spoke and said that he had some lovers and that he was very gifted and a fiery bed a****l. This excited me very much and Gennaro had become my recurring erotic dream, I wanted to lose my virginity with that big energy. My plan was triggered on a hot Tuesday in July, my parents would leave all day and return in the evening. They gave me the task of taking a big watermelon from Gennaro, but what I wanted to take was something else. I spent the morning getting ready: I was very shaved, scented, I wore a wig with long black hair, I had a red lipstick and fake nails that recalled the color. I had a tight black dress that wrapped around my skinny body and highlighted my round cuffs. I wore black 13-heeled shoes at my feet that enhanced my fine ankles and long, skinny model legs. I really felt like a female ready to satisfy her male, I was excited to die but at the same time scared: what if she refused me? What if it had hurt me? The excitement was too much I had to continue with my plan. Gennaro, on time, arrived at the front of the house around 3 p.m. on that hot July afternoon. He got off the truck and started screaming with his Sicilian accent: “Fruit… vegetables… come women…”. Gennaro has arrived…”. I opened the door of the house and without showing him I said: “Mom told me if you can give me a nice watermelon, please bring it to my house that I can not take it. “Immediately a boy,” said Gennaro, a little disappointed that my mother wasn’t there. I left the door slightly open and waited for him in the entrance corridor. I had a thousand hearts and my legs trembled over those long heels. Gennaro came in carrying the watermelon over his shoulder and as soon as he saw me he looked at me incredulously and said, “fuck. I looked at him intensely and with all the sensuality I could I said to him, “do you like me?”. Gennaro closed the door, put the watermelon in a corner, squared me from head to toe and touching the swollen flap he said, “fuck, but weren’t you a boy?”. “I was,” I said to him. He approached me, with his heels I was over six feet and eighty and Gennaro, in his grandeur, overwhelmed me by a lot. I could feel his breathless and excited breath, I could smell his fresh and exciting sweat. He took me by the arm and made me rotate to look at my ass and then I put on his big hand and he began to grope me. He didn’t have to answer me, the big swelling on his flap spoke for him, he liked me very much. “You’re such a beautiful bitch,” he said, “I’ve never fucked a male, but for someone like you I make an exception, you look like those models who parade on television. He took me in his arms and effortlessly lifted me up and took me to my parents’ bedroom. I sat on the bed and he slipped off his tank top revealing his big, vile chest and prominent belly and then he lowered his short pants and underwear and put a big, hard cock in front of me. It was impressive, not so much for the length as for the width, I had never seen anything like that, even in porn movies. The man sat down next to me and began to caress my thin legs, his dick became more and more upset and filled with pulsating veins. Gennaro noticed my embarrassment and said, “Is this the first time a bitch?”, in an intimidated but excited voice I said to him, “Yes, it’s the first time. “You’ll see that you like a bitch, take it in your hand…”.My little hands, with long red fingernails, wrapped around that member that I felt pulsing and more and more upset. I began to masturbate him and he lay on the bed blaspheming and insulting me like a street bitch, this excited me so much. I liked to feel in my hands for the first time a fucking hot and pulsating flesh. Then Gennaro stood up and said to me, “Now you have to suck it,” and took my head and approached her to her member. I opened my mouth wide and my red lips struggled to swallow his big chapel, I could hear him pulsating and pushing in my mouth. He began to push his head more and more, but no matter how hard I tried to take it all. I couldn’t breathe and I had filled his big cock with saliva that now went down on my dress and on my model’s legs. All this excited me so much. After endless minutes he took it out of my mouth and as I coughed and breathed he said to me: “Now, you little bitch, turn around and I’ll put it in your ass”. I was scared and excited, that big dick would have kicked my ass. Fortunately, I had prepared some lubricant that I spread on that big member. I kneeled on the bed with my ass in the air, moved my black thong out of the hole and whispered to him frightened and excited: “don’t hurt me, please…”. I could see myself in the side mirror that my parents had cleverly put on the side of the bed. I looked like a young porn star waiting for her stallion, her daddy. Gennaro was careful to insert it slowly, but at first it really hurt me. I felt my ass dilating and burning and he had only put on the chapel. A last effort and with a decisive and painful blow made him enter for good. I screamed with pain and Gennaro shut my mouth: “shut up, you little bitch who can hear us outside”. He began to move slowly and little by little the pain gave way to pleasure. I watched in the mirror, as if it were in a film, the big bald and hairy man who sank his blows on a thin, adolescent, unripe body, that body was me, Paoletta. Gennaro became more and more a wild a****l, you could understand it from his impetus and from his grunts. He would force his big dick into my ass and sweat and drip his scent on me. Until he pulled out that huge member and turned me over violently, he flooded the face of his hot cum. The jets of sperm were warm and powerful and filled my face and mouth. “Drink it all slutty,” so said my man and I obeyed feeling for the first time the scent and intense taste of the male seed (now I do this only with certified people I have known for some time, health first of all). I was exhausted on the bed and that big bastard, after taking a shower, got dressed up and said: “You were a good slut, I still want to fuck you, make sure that next time there are your parents,” and then he left. I lay down for a while to rest from fatigue, excitement, pain (my ass burned and my mouth hurt for several days). Then I washed, changed, and set up the house for the return of my parents. Gennaro fucked me many more times, until I moved to the city to go and live alone. That big bastard had the merit of being the first. Now I’m not a 16 year old girl anymore, but I still like men like Gennaro very much…
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