I slid one hand down, over the curve of my belly to my puffy outer lips. At first, I just traced them with my fingernail. After a few minutes of doing...that, I parted my thighs, the motion opening the lips of my pussy. Tapping my clit with my forefinger, I drug my fingernail over it, coaxing it out from beneath the hood. I rubbed it until it tingled. I dipped a finger into my wetness, then shifted my attention to my rosebud. Using that same finger, I made slow circles around it, enjoying the. He sent me a photo of himself together with the hotel location and room number. It was a sleazy motel somewhere on the outskirts of a larger city. My suspicions grew, once I saw that. The things he had texted me and told me did not quite add up. And his photo was too professional. It wasn't what he wrote, but the way that he wrote it. I thought I recognized the language from somewhere. But could not really put my finger on it. So I took the necessary precautions. I even told some friends where. I could barely sleep that night I was far too excited for what was going to happen to me in just a few days. I have never been with a guy and I wasn't even 100% sure I wasn't misinterpreting what Paul wanted to do.The next morning I decided to find a spa that cater to crossdressers and drag queens. At the spa I was plucked shaved and waxed until my body was completely hairless shiny and smooth. After going to the spa I headed to a lingerie store that had a section for full-figured women. I. I reached over and grabbed her panties and with a final look in her eyes I plunged in, breaking her hymen and stretching her tight little pussy beyond belief. It felt so fucking good. Being the first in a new pussy is fantastic, feeling my cock force its way in and her pussy stretching and molding to make room. It was so tight, and a little trickle of blood seeped out. She arched her back and let out a painfully loud scream. I rammed the panties into her mouth, forcing her into silence. I kept.