Women's Diary 1-9

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Crossdressing Diary (Part 1)
Having left my hometown, I moved to a big city to find work and live. My job is a SOHO (Social Media Designer) – working from home. The internet makes it easy to send documents to clients, which also conveniently supports my hobby.
My hobby is different from most people's; many might find it perverted. I like crossdressing and dressing as a woman, but I only dare to dress as a woman at home alone. I've never dressed as a woman outside. Due to the indifference of the city, this is also a form of protection for me. I only ever see my neighbors briefly, so I don't have to worry about them suddenly knocking on my door. I buy all the necessary items for crossdressing through online mail order or by going to lingerie or clothing stores further away, saying I'm buying gifts for my girlfriend. So far, nothing has gone wrong.
Whether the sales assistants understand or not, they are all very helpful. My wardrobe is now overflowing with all sorts of sexy clothes.
This morning, after waking up, I realized I didn't have any important work to do, so I started dressing up as a woman to enjoy the pleasure of being alone. I used an electric shaver to shave off the hair on my arms and legs, showered, dried myself, applied some lubricating baby oil, and began my crossdressing. First, I selected a few items of clothing from my drawer: a purple lace bra, high-waisted panties, garter belts, and white sheer stockings; a white shirt; a black skirt; and a long, brown wig. I threaded the bra straps through my hands, skillfully fastened the back clasp, then took out a very realistic D-cup prosthetic breast and inserted it into the bra. After adjusting it, a beautiful D-cup bust appeared.
Next came the garter belt and stockings. I gently slipped the embroidered, semi-transparent lace garter belt around my waist, sat on the bed, and carefully put the transparent stockings on my smooth legs. Then I fastened the lace part of the stockings with the four buckles of the garter belt, adjusted it, and put on purple high-waisted panties. My penis was so hard that I had to adjust it backward and downward to fit into the small panties.
I stood up and admired my look in the full-length mirror. Oh right, I forgot my wig. I picked out a long, wavy blonde wig from the different styles and colors in the bedside table drawer, put it on, adjusted its position, and finally put on a silk white shirt (so that the dark bra underneath was clearly visible from the outside), a black skirt, red high heels, and then applied bright red lipstick and eyeshadow. In the mirror, I looked like a tall, elegant lady.
"Ding-dong..." Suddenly, the doorbell rang, startling me from my reverie of dressing up.
In a panic, I hesitated whether to open the door. Peeking through the peephole, I saw it was a salesman. Just then, a thought suddenly popped into my head: "He doesn't know me anyway, so why not dress as a woman to face him?" This latent desire to be seen spurred me to boldly open the door…
Crossdressing Diary (Part Two)
In my panic, I told myself that there was only a stranger on the other side of the door, nothing to be afraid of. Besides, I'd been crossdressing for so many years, practicing feminine mannerisms countless times; there shouldn't be any major flaws. Someone who didn't know me probably wouldn't be able to tell.
On one hand, my body went limp with nervousness; on the other hand, I felt a strange thrill. Taking a few deep breaths, I slowly opened the door.
"Um… Miss… you… hello!" Before me stood a man of about 30, wearing a gray suit and carrying a briefcase—a clear indication that he was a salesman.
Seeing me before him—long, wavy blonde hair, a black miniskirt, a white shirt (though a dark lace bra was clearly visible underneath), red high heels, and vibrant makeup—he seemed a little nervous. I, too, feigned composure and greeted him.
"Hi…hello, what can I do for you?" I raised my voice as much as possible.
"Hello, miss, I'm a salesperson from an international adult toy company. My name is Michael. Would you mind if I had the chance to introduce you to our latest products?" Perhaps it was his profession, but he immediately adopted the efficiency and eloquence expected of a salesperson.
Normally, I wouldn't pay attention to door-to-door salespeople. While persuasive speaking skills are expected, I don't particularly appreciate their glib and slick manner. But today was different. I had an unconscious urge to be observed, so I decided to let him in.
"Um…oh…this isn't convenient, my husband isn't home…it's not convenient…" I still feigned politeness and declined.
Of course, he could tell from my tone that I wasn't truly rejecting him, so he went further, trying to persuade me.
"Oh, so you're a beautiful lady. Now that you're married, you should definitely check out the products we've prepared for you. I'm sure they'll enhance your marriage and add to your happiness." As he spoke, he stepped inside, and we slowly made our way into my house. "
Oh, okay, have a seat. I'll get you a glass of water." I let him sit on the sofa in the living room (my job is fairly well-known, and my income is decent, so my living conditions aren't too bad).
I deliberately swayed my hips as I walked towards the kitchen, making my round buttocks, barely contained by my black pencil skirt, even more alluring. At the same time, my penis began to harden uncontrollably.
As I opened the refrigerator to pour water in the kitchen, I heard the rustling sound of him opening his suitcase. He didn't waste any time, speaking to me simultaneously, "Madam, your house is beautiful!"
"Thank you!" I carried two glasses of iced water back to the living room, politely nodding to him. Looking down at the coffee table, I saw it was already piled high with the "sex toys" he was trying to sell.
"Oh?! These are…!!"
The table was covered with various kinds of male dildos—some long and translucent, some thick and realistically flesh-colored, some double-headed, and some soft like mud? Even though I'm a man myself, and I often use mail-order dildos when I'm cross-dressing and masturbating, seeing these things made me blush. After all, I hadn't openly discussed or admired these things with another person.
"Madam, this is our latest product—the Heavenly Union Penis Series…"
My heart pounded with nervousness, and my penis involuntarily hardened further.
Crossdressing Diary (Part 3)
A little nervous, I sat down on the large sofa next to him. My penis was already hard. I squeezed my legs together, hoping he wouldn't see the bulge in my skirt.
"Madam, you're so young. I imagine you and your husband must do lovemaking often! Using our product while you're enjoying your pleasure will guarantee you heavenly bliss."
He picked up several realistic-looking dildos from the coffee table and played with them in front of me, clearly trying to arouse my desire. And indeed, his actions did arouse me.
"Oh… this… I think… I probably don't need it… oh…" I was so nervous I was almost incoherent. My initial desire to be spied on in women's clothing now left me somewhat bewildered.
Seeing my shyness, Michael approached with a large dildo, plopped down beside me, making me even more nervous. "Oh, you... I really don't need it, you... take it back!"
My unease only fueled his aggression. He became increasingly restless, waving the dildo in front of me while placing his other hand on my leg.
"Look, ma'am, isn't it beautiful? Just like the real thing. If you use it, I'm sure you won't feel lonely at home."
I tightly crossed my arms over my skirt, trying to hide my erection from his hand.
He slowly drew closer, breathing softly into my ear, and said gently, "Ma'am, you're so beautiful, even I'm attracted to you." I
had never been so close to a man before, and for a moment I was as nervous as a small animal caught in the trap of a predator, too afraid to move. My frozen posture emboldened him to take things further. He extended his tongue and gently licked my earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure through me until I nearly fainted. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, "Oh..." I was completely at a loss for words, letting him explore me at his own pace...
Suddenly, his left hand, which was resting on my lap, pushed my hands away and touched my erect penis through my black tight skirt!
"Ahhh!" I was genuinely startled, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. But to my surprise, he didn't stop his actions just because he'd discovered my secret. "Madam, it seems you have something different..." His hand continued to roam over my skirt, skillfully caressing my penis through my purple lace high-waisted panties and tight skirt.
At this point, I didn't know whether I should maintain my composure and let out a loud, lewd cry: "Ahhhhhh... Ohhhhh... I... Ohhhhh..."
He temporarily put the dildo in his right hand aside, turned my head to face him, and kissed me on the lips. "Ughhhhhh..." It was the first time I had been kissed by a man. His tongue, like a little snake, slithered into my mouth. At first, I didn't open my teeth, so his tongue could only eagerly burrow around like a soldier attacking a city. To get me to open my mouth, he seemed quite experienced. He moved his other hand, which was on my skirt, down and into my thighs under the skirt.
First, his hand touched my stockings and garter stockings. When he felt the clasp where the stockings and garter stockings met, he became even more impatient. He pulled my thighs and dragged my lower body down. I slid down onto the sofa, and his hand also spread my thighs apart and thrust forward, touching my penis, which was covered by lace panties.
"Ah...oh...woo..." Our mouths were still closed, but because he was treating me so intensely, my penis was being stroked by a strong male hand. I was so happy that I groaned and opened my mouth. His tongue slid into my mouth smoothly, making wet contact with mine.
His tongue, like a small snake, teased me in my mouth, and I gradually responded unconsciously, swirling my tongue around and entwining it with his.
"Woo woo woo~~mmm~~oh...woo...mmm...mmm..."
And so, his left hand continued to stroke my penis, while he kissed me passionately. His other hand didn't stop either, opening my snow-white shirt and reaching inside, touching my dark purple lace bra...
Crossdressing Diary (Part 4)
Because of my desire to be watched, I let a strange salesman in to sell me something, but I didn't expect everything to turn out so quickly. We sat side by side on the sofa, my legs spread wide. His hands roamed over my body, one hand slipping inside my black pencil skirt, slowly moving upwards from my thigh, which was encased in smooth, white, sheer stockings.
His hand first stopped at the hem of the stockings, the upper part embroidered with beautiful lace, connecting to the four clasps of the purple garter belt. He gently tugged at the top of the garter belt, causing my thigh to involuntarily twitch.
"Oh...mmm..." My bright red lips were being greedily sucked by his, and because of his restless hands, I moaned softly, but because we were kissing, I couldn't truly make a sound.
His other hand skillfully unbuttoned the top few buttons of my white blouse, slipping inside to touch my deep purple lace bra. Because of the D-Cup artificial silicone breasts, the bra fully supported my entire chest. His hands rubbed my breasts, and he didn't take off his silk shirt. Coupled with his superb kissing skills and skillful caresses of my genitals, I felt the excitement of ejaculation almost immediately without intercourse or masturbation.
"Mmm...mmm...oh...woo...mmm..."
Although they were fake breasts, I could feel his fingers crawling over the bra, teasing my nipples in circular arcs. I responded to his kisses with stimulation, taking the initiative and inserting my tongue into his mouth...
My hands, which had been tense and unable to move, gradually relaxed, caressing his genitals. I could feel his penis already erect under his suit pants. I reached out and rubbed his penis with both hands. This was the first time I had ever touched a real man's penis. It was warm and hot, completely different from a dildo. Even through his underwear and suit pants, I could still feel that his penis was definitely not small...
"Ohhhh!!!" Just as I was lost in ecstasy, he suddenly stopped kissing and his hands, pushing me away... My eyes were still half-open from pleasure. The passion temporarily stopped, bringing me back to my senses.
The strange boy in front of me was staring at me in women's clothing, which made me feel extremely embarrassed. The view between my open legs was completely exposed to him. I blushed and sat up straight, closing my legs again.
Just as I was about to button up my shirt, he spoke: "Wait... don't button it up."
"Huh? You... what do you want... what do you want?" I was very uncomfortable.
"Madam, take off your outer clothes and let me admire your inner beauty!" He smiled at me, slowly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. Soon, a huge, erect penis sprang out.
"Oh..." I couldn't help but gasp. His penis was at least twice the size of mine. My heart skipped a beat, and my own penis beneath my skirt became even harder.
I was both shy and incredibly excited. I stood up from the sofa and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, my hands trembling. When all the buttons were undone, the shirt opened, revealing my deep purple bra.
"Mmm...such full breasts!" he exclaimed, as he pulled down his suit trousers and underwear. His lower body was now fully exposed before me, and his right hand was still rubbing his large penis. I couldn't help but kneel before him to admire his magnificent cock...
"Want to try it?" He rubbed his penis back and forth in front of me, the thick glans emitting steam and fluid. "I...I...want..." I whispered, nodding shyly. Suddenly, his other hand grabbed the back of my head, and before I could react, he pushed me forward, shoving his penis directly into my lips: "Come on, take good care of my good brother!" He released his grip on his penis, and I stretched out both hands, one hand on his inner thigh, the other on his penis, beginning to savor the first penis I ever gave oral sex.
Crossdressing Diary (5)
I was kneeling before a stranger, a salesman, dressed as a woman. My upper body was covered only by a deep purple lace bra (34D cup) that barely contained my soft, artificial breasts, and my lower body was clad in a black pencil skirt. Before me was his penis, which I was carefully tasting with my hands and bright red lips.
This was the first time I had ever touched another man's penis. With slightly trembling hands, I gently grasped it, feeling his burning heat. His penis was about 15-20 centimeters long, and the glans was already oozing a clear fluid, as if it were steaming.
Just as I was nervously wondering what to do, his right hand suddenly moved to the back of my head, pushing my head forward. Before my half-open lips could react, his penis was already in my mouth.
"Madam, please serve my penis well!"
The sudden action caught me off guard, and I almost coughed. He slowly released his hand, letting me serve him myself. I pushed his penis out a little, allowing my tongue to just touch the head of his penis, and then began to rotate my tongue, making circles around the head. Although I had never actually given oral sex to a man before, I had "practiced" it when I masturbated with a dildo. After making a few circles, I took a breath and shoved the entire penis into my throat...
"Oh~~ so good~~ just like that... oh~~ just like that... you're so good~~ oh oh..."
His legs seemed to stagger a little from my deep-throating technique, and his knees buckled. I didn't let him off the hook ^ o^, gripping his penis with my right hand, and reaching behind him with my left hand to support his buttocks, pushing his buttocks forward, his entire penis almost disappearing into my mouth.
"Oh...ah...Madam...Madam...you...too...oh...I can't take it anymore...so good...oh...mmm..."
"Mmm...mmm..." Seeing his happy expression, I also started moaning like the female protagonist in porn movies, except that with his penis in my mouth, my voice was like a child's mouth with a big lollipop still in it, muffled and unclear.
After a few times of this swallowing and spitting motion, I had adapted and mastered the oral sex technique to make him feel good. His body went limp, he backed away, and fell onto the sofa. At this moment, his penis slid out of my mouth, and we looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"How good did you feel?" I asked him in a very charming and seductive tone.
"Madam, you made me feel so good, you are so amazing! I...oh...oh oh..." My hands hadn't left his penis yet, and before he could finish speaking, I immediately continued the pleasure of oral sex, immediately bringing my lips to his penis again, making him return to the pleasure halfway through his sentence.
My swallowing and spitting movements gradually quickened as I swallowed his penis while looking into his eyes. Kneeling before him was a wanton, mature woman, greatly satisfying his senses. He arched his upper body, his hands reaching down from my sides to grasp my artificial breasts, which were only covered by a lace bra, and began to knead them. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Although it was indirect contact, my nipples felt the pleasure of being caressed under his vigorous kneading.
At this moment, I couldn't resist either, reaching down with my right hand to lift my black pencil skirt, revealing my white sheer stockings, white lace garter belt, and purple high-waisted panties. "Oh...madam...you're so beautiful...so...oh...such sexy lingerie..." Michael, enjoying the pleasure of oral sex, kept praising me and my inner beauty.
My penis, though not as large as his, was already noticeably swollen inside my lace panties, the glans peeking out from the top. I first stroked the tip of his penis back and forth with my thumb, then pulled it out from the side of my lace panties and began masturbating, coordinating with the back-and-forth movements of my head…
“Mmm… Oh… Mmm… Ugh… Oh… Oh oh… Ugh…” As the pleasure of masturbation increased, the speed of my oral sex gradually increased. The whole room was filled with a lewd atmosphere, filled only with the “plop, plop” sounds of oral sex and our moans.
A short while later, he ejaculated a thick stream of semen into my mouth. This was the first time I had ever tasted a man's semen. Although it didn't taste very good, it wasn't unpleasant either. I deliberately didn't swallow it, immediately stood up, and kissed him, transferring his own semen into his mouth. He didn't refuse; instead, he stuck out his tongue and greedily sucked it in. My right hand didn't stop, and at that moment I ejaculated, my semen spraying onto his upper body...
After the passion subsided, Michael got dressed and handed me a business card with his contact information printed on it, along with the words "Call me, service is here." I knew that from then on, if I had any "needs," he would definitely come to my house to "serve" me. ^o^ After this, I also began to boldly try cross-dressing in front of others. Unexpectedly, the second opportunity came quickly, but it was someone I knew well—my high school teacher.
Cross-dressing Diary (VI)
Since the first time I cross-dressed and performed oral sex in front of others, my desire for cross-dressing and sex seemed to have become stronger. However, I usually didn't dare to go out in women's clothing. Most of the time, I wore sexy women's underwear under men's clothing. This kind of life seemed to have become a part of my life.
Every year, I would go back to high school several times to visit my homeroom teacher. Here, I'll call him Jo-hn! When I was in high school, he had just started teaching there. Perhaps because we were "close" in age, he always took great care of us. So whenever I had a problem or wanted to talk to someone, I would still go back to high school to see him. However, I never told him about my cross-dressing.
One hot summer afternoon, thinking that there probably wouldn't be any important work at school besides summer tutoring for senior students, I decided to visit John to get some work done ahead of schedule. I wore a dark brown short-sleeved shirt, loose beige suit pants, and Nike sneakers. Underneath, I wore a very revealing white bra (without artificial breasts) and matching G-String underwear. The school was only a 15-minute walk from where I lived. After lunch, I called the teacher first and then strolled over.
When I arrived at the school, it was almost empty. Besides the cleaning staff, only my teacher was sitting in the faculty office.
"Hi, teacher," I waved to him.
"Hey, nothing to do today?" The teacher looked up and smiled at me. We chatted like old friends, and when we got to the part where I was having fun, I started gesturing wildly to explain what was happening around me. The teacher listened attentively and sometimes patted me on the back to encourage me.
After a while, a student came to talk to him, and I took the opportunity to tell him I was going to the restroom.
Halfway through, the teacher came in, but he didn't seem to need to use the restroom. He quietly closed the door and locked it, then walked behind me and began to roam over my back, saying, "I want to see your bra..."
"Uh... teacher... you..." I was startled and froze.
"When you were gesturing with your hands, I saw your lace bra through your sleeve. When I patted your back, I felt the outline of the bra strap. Don't be afraid, I want to see." He whispered in my ear, breathing into it.
It turned out the teacher had noticed all along; when he patted my shoulder, he was checking the bra strap.
"Teacher...I..." The nervousness of being discovered in women's clothing by someone I knew made me speechless.
"Hmm...don't be afraid. I've wanted to meet someone like you for a long time. Let me tell you a secret!" the teacher whispered in my ear.
He gently guided my stiff right hand backward with one hand, and with the other hand pulled his shirt up from his pants. Before I could turn around, my right hand, guided by him, touched the teacher's lower abdomen. To my great surprise, I felt the sensation of silk lace. "Ah...Teacher...you..."
My surprise followed immediately. Although I hadn't seen it yet, I knew it was a garter belt
. "Hmm...I like women's clothing, just like you, so...I said don't be afraid...I'm really happy to know you're like me..." he said, as he moved my hand down his lower abdomen.
I slowly turned around, but my hand remained on his lower abdomen. Seeing that my hand hadn't left, he released my hand and unbuttoned his pants. When his pants came down, what appeared before me was a black garter belt embroidered with red lace, paired with black semi-transparent stockings, and covering his barely visible, already half-erect penis was a red lace transparent thong...
Crossdressing Diary (Seven)
My best high school teacher actually shares the same hobby as me—crossdressing. In the locked bathroom, we took off each other's men's clothes and admired each other. Our outfits became a stark contrast. The teacher slowly unbuttoned his beige shirt. "Ah~~" I couldn't help but exclaim softly. In front of me, the same style and color as the teacher's lower body—a black lace bra embroidered with red patterns, a mysterious and passionate color scheme, and I could feel the teacher's dominant role.
For a moment, I noticed a small bag that the teacher had brought in. "Come on~~ take off your clothes too, let the teacher take a good look at you." The teacher said as he turned around and reached into the bag to take something out.
Having learned from my previous experience with the salesman, I wasn't as shy about undressing and showing off my feminine side in front of others. I slowly took off my shirt, revealing my white bra. The teacher hadn't turned around yet. I also unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers, revealing my matching white thong underneath. However, showing off my inner beauty in front of someone I knew still made me feel very shy.
The teacher then turned around, holding two wigs in her hands: "Here you go~" The left one was a golden wavy wig, and the right one was a black, shoulder-length straight wig. The teacher let me choose the style I liked, and I shyly chose the black straight wig on the right. "Um... what's your feminine name?" the teacher asked with a smile.
"Um... I'm Nany." I flicked the wig upwards and backwards, skillfully placing it perfectly on my head.
Next came two pairs of high heels, one pair of gold pointed-toe shoes and the other of white pointed-toe shoes. I chose the white ones to match the color of my underwear. The shoes fit perfectly, neither too big nor too small, without feeling uncomfortable. The teacher then put her golden curls on her head. Seeing the teacher with long hair, she truly had a mature woman's beauty. After adjusting her blonde hair, she began to take off her outer garment. "Nan Y~~ Just call me Sister Jenny!" I stood watching the teacher—Sister Jenny—as she undressed, feeling a little awkward and unsure of what posture to adopt. I could only stand with my legs slightly turned inward, my hands crossed in front, vaguely concealing my already erect penis inside my small thong.
The teacher gracefully removed her outer garment. It turned out that while taking things out of the bag, she had already inserted her D-cup breast implants into her bra. As her beige shirt came off, I saw Sister Jenny's ample breasts. Jenny looked at me with a seductive gaze, asking, "How is it? Do you like it?" Although I had seen many videos of transgender people or cross-dressers having sex before, this was the first time I had actually seen another woman undress in front of me. The excitement and stimulation were completely different.
"Teacher... oh... no... Jenny... you're so beautiful..." I answered in a slightly trembling, excited voice, my penis becoming even more erect. Because I hadn't hidden it under my underwear, the glans was already peeking out from the top edge of my thin underwear.
"Mmm... thank you! Jenny, I can tell from your penis's reaction, I'm so happy!"
Jenny said, and I couldn't help but shyly try to cover my protruding penis with my hand...
When Jenny bent down to adjust her garter belt, I could see the cleavage created by the compression of her black and red bra. What a sight! The scene was beautiful… After adjusting her posture, Jenny, wearing gold high heels, straightened up. The person standing before me was no longer my familiar high school teacher, John, but a mature, alluring, blonde Jenny wearing sexy lingerie.
Our school was a famous elite school, so all the facilities were extremely high-end and complete. This restroom was decorated like a five-star hotel restroom. In the dim yellow light, the teacher leaned back and sat on a toilet, her legs slightly apart, her posture exuding a dignified aura like an SM queen.
“Come here… Nany, come here, let Jenny take good care of you…”
I unconsciously walked forward. When I reached Jenny's side, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. Before I could adjust to the balance of her high heels, Jenny's right hand had already touched the front of my thong, and she deftly pushed it aside, causing my penis to spring out completely.
"Ahhh~ Sister Jenny..."
Sister Jenny didn't answer or pay attention to me. After grasping my penis, she leaned forward, and my penis, which was in her hand, was naturally swallowed into her mouth...
"Ohhh~ Ahhh~ Sister... I can't take it..." Sister Jenny began to swallow and spit out my penis in a very intense way. For a moment, I could hardly stand up straight, and I put my hands on Sister Jenny's head to avoid falling.
Crossdressing Diary (8)
My high school teacher and I dressed up as women in the bathroom and enjoyed the pleasures of lesbianism. Teacher Jenny, dressed in a black and red bra, sheer lace panties, and garter belt, paired with long, wavy golden hair and gold pointed-toe shoes, exuded a regal and authoritative aura. I, on the other hand, wore a white bra and thong made of sheer fabric, paired with white pointed-toe high heels and long, straight black hair, projecting an image of a pure, shy, and passive persona. Jenny's D-cup and my B-cup presented a stark contrast: one mature, the other innocent.
The restroom was decorated like a high-class hotel, with a faint scent of perfume in the air. Jenny sat on the modern toilet seat, her legs, arched forward due to the support of her high heels, adding a touch of lewdness to her posture. Her hard, erect penis was clearly visible through her lace panties, and I was standing right in front of Jenny, my white thong pulled aside, my penis already being wolfed down in her mouth. "Ohh
...
I looked down at Jenny's expression. Her cheeks were hollowing out from sucking my penis, and I could see my glans sliding backward from her cheeks. I tightened my grip on Jenny's head to prevent my legs from giving way and causing her mouth to leave my penis.
"Pfft...pfft...pfft...mmm...pfft...pfft..." The sounds of her oral sex, with its back-and-forth swallowing and the lubrication of her saliva, became quite loud. Suddenly, Jenny's eyes met mine. Her gaze seemed to be that of a victor who had completely dominated me, and she let out satisfied "Ugh...mmm...ugh...pfft...mmmmm..." sounds from her throat.
"Ah
...
"Sis~~ Oh~~ Oh~~" I trembled a few times, ejaculating completely into my sister's mouth without spilling a drop. Only after confirming I had fully ejaculated did my sister release her hands, allowing my penis to slowly slide out of her mouth. As the glans left her lips, a thin strand of white fluid mixed with semen and saliva clung to it. Jenny's sister showed a satisfied expression, swallowing all my semen.
"Come, kneel before me, it's my turn." While I was still immersed in the pleasure of ejaculation, my sister commanded. I obediently and slowly squatted down, kneeling before Jenny's sister. She gently stroked my cheek, giving me a sense of submissive submission.
My gaze shifted downwards, and I realized that the head of my sister's penis had already emerged from her dark red panties. I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, gently stroking it up and down along the fabric. The shape of her penis was clearly visible through the fabric; it was much larger than mine. I slowly brought my face closer to Jenny's genitals and could smell a lewd scent. My own penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard again.
Originally, I wanted to tease Jenny by playing with her penis first, and then giving her oral sex when she couldn't take it anymore. But when I touched her penis, I felt its size and couldn't take it anymore. So I pulled my bright red panties aside, took out my penis, and eagerly put it in my mouth, wolfing down the entire red glans. "Ah
... This machine-like movement continued for a while, and I noticed that my sister's hands left my shoulders and moved upwards. It turned out that my sister wanted me to play with her breasts. She put one hand on each side and put it into her semi-transparent lace bra, rubbing her nipples with her thumb and forefinger, just like the actions of actresses in porn movies, making my blood boil. Zhang, "Mmm~~mmm~~mmm~~sister~~sister~~so comfortable~~oh~~mmm~~" I also reached out my left hand to touch my breasts, playing with my nipples through my white bra. My nipples kept swelling and hardening, and a kind of chaotic pleasure kept expanding... Crossdressing Diary (Nine) My sister Jenny and I were like two hot lesbians. She sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide, and I squatted in the space between her legs and licked her penis. Because of my squatting posture, plus the effect of high heels, my buttocks were also squeezed into a beautiful peach shape when viewed from behind. Jenny enjoyed the pleasure I gave her by swallowing and spitting out her penis, while I enjoyed the sweet taste of having a large penis in my mouth. This was a completely different feeling from licking the male salesman's penis before. Oral sex with Michael (see episodes 1-5) felt like a woman's submission to a man, while oral sex with Jenny's penis was full of the pure pleasure of female same-sex love. "Pfft~ Pfft~ Mmm~ Mmm~ Oh~ So delicious~ Mmm~ Pfft pfft~" I skillfully and quickly swallowed and spit out this penis that was longer and bigger than my own. My hands were not idle either. My right hand was made into an "O" shape and I was stroking Jenny's penis back and forth. My left hand was gently pinching my nipple through the transparent white mesh bra. Because the bra was very thin, my nipples could also feel the pleasure brought by the friction of the thin mesh of the bra. Meanwhile, Jenny let out a low moan: "Mmm...mmm...mmm...Nany...you're so good...sucking my cock makes me...oh...so comfortable...oh...oh..." Jenny's eyes were half-open from the pleasure, and her long legs, accentuated by her high heels, swayed back and forth slightly like the opening and closing of a seashell; her hands pulled down her sexy bra slightly, revealing her erect nipples, and she rubbed one nipple with one hand, feeling extremely pleasured. Not long after, Jenny seemed to be reaching her limit, and began to tremble and cry out in a high-pitched, feminine voice: "Ah ... Jenny's body tensed immediately, her hands no longer caring for the pleasure of caressing her breasts, but pressing them against my long black hair. I felt a thick, warm liquid shoot into my mouth. To avoid coughing from not being able to swallow it in time, I leaned back, pulling my penis slightly away from my mouth. The second ejaculation immediately followed, thankfully my mouth had some space to hold the cloudy semen. Jenny thought my mouth was about to leave her penis, so she pressed my head tightly, not letting me leave her penis. "Ohh ... However, because my sister had so much vaginal lubrication, a little semen dripped from the corner of my mouth as soon as my penis left my lips. Instantly, I thought of the expression of the female lead in an adult film, and I wanted to tease my sister. So, before swallowing all the vaginal lubrication, I stood up and kissed my sister's half-open, still-intoxicated mouth. "Ugh...you...oh...ugh...um..." My sister was startled, and before she could react, I had already "shared" her vaginal lubrication with her. But Jenny was not flustered and immediately kissed me passionately. Her tongue aggressively entered my mouth, searching for my tongue. Her eager tongue was like two little snakes darting around in my mouth. Jenny also reached out and played with my nipples and genitals. One hand, just like I had just pinched my nipples, played with them in circles through my white bra, while the other hand reached into my white thong and played with my now-hard penis. "Ohh ...

As we were both engrossed in our erotic climax, it happened to be the school's afternoon drill instructors' regular patrol time. Today, the instructor on patrol was Tina, a female instructor nicknamed "Ice Queen."
Just as she passed the restroom, Tina noticed it was locked. Her first thought was that students were smoking or, more seriously, using drugs inside. So, without batting an eye, she took out her key, slowly opened the door, and witnessed the lewd scene inside…

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