Then it stung and I said now its hurting a bit, its stinging me, but its not painful. It feels ok, but don’t move for a minute, I can feel something...in there – its gone all slippery or something – did you cum.No – can I pull it out a bit.Ok – but do it slowly.Ahhhh – its blood, my cock is covered in blood, your hymen has been ruptured and its bleeding.Hell, what will happen now – I cant go home covered in blood. Everybody will know I have been fucked.Don’t worry, it was like when I did it to. As I lifted my legs, she would also lift her legs and our knees and calves were lightly touching. Slowly, from jiving steps, I was gradually doing ball room steps, moving my hips, looking at which she also was moving her hips. My hard on was now clearly pushing my shorts and I am sure Reshma must have seen it. The whiskey she had drunk with coke was now affecting her as her steps were going wonky and her face was flushed. I could make out that she was holding my hand quite tightly to keep. None of the stories are intended to turn intoan extended serial, so if anyone feels that any of the tales have endedon a loose end, feel free to to carry them on.The most polite way to start seemed to be to introduce myself, and itdoes fit the scheme because my route into the world of crossdressingwas one of the literature's most hoary (not whorey!) old tropes. Whatis below is a totally true story.As a teenager I went to an all boys school. They took their drama andmusic seriously and when. I uundid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor in the hall. She still hadn't heard me. I removed my shorts too and my erect cock was free. I tiptoed into the kitchen and snuck up on Dorothy.With one quick motion, I reached under her skirt, yanked down her panties, and rammed my erect cock up Dorothy's plump juicy ass, all the way to the hilt, and started thrusting with the full length of my manhood.Dorothy let out a yelp and moaned in pain. She twisted around between thrusts and stared at.