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The steam from my shower still curled in the air as I stepped into the hallway, the cool wood floor a shock against my bare feet. I was halfway to my room when the door across from the bathroom opened.

Michelle emerged, a vision in a whisper-thin white negligee. The soft light from her room haloed her figure, rendering the fabric nearly transparent. The swell of her ample breasts, the faint shadow of small, pert nipples, and the pale outline of her panties were all laid bare. She froze, a book clutched to her chest.

“Hi Max…” Her greeting died in her throat. Her eyes, wide and startled, did a frantic, involuntary tour of my naked body before locking onto my penis. Her lips parted on a silent gasp, and a delicate blush bloomed across her cheeks. I had a split second to cover myself, to mutter an apology and retreat. But the heat in her gaze, the arrested fascination, sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my groin. Instead of hiding, I stood still, letting her look. A traitorous thrill shot through me as I felt myself begin to stiffen under her stare.

Michelle stood petrified, her expression a mask of shock, but her eyes betrayed a deep, hungry curiosity. She was enjoying this. Watching me grow hard for her.

“Sorry!” The word burst from her, shattering the thick silence. She spun and fled into her room, the door clicking shut with definitive finality.

My heart hammered against my ribs, arousal coiling tight in my gut. I forced myself to walk to the room I shared with my girlfriend and her sister, pulled on a pair of shorts, and tried to calm down. But the image of Michelle, flushed and fascinated, was burned into my mind. I drifted back into the hallway, drawn to her door like a magnet. It was slightly ajar.

Pushing it open just a crack, I saw her. She was lying on her side on the bed, her back to the door, the lush curve of her ass peeking tantalizingly from beneath the negligee’s hem. She held a book but wasn’t reading. Her right hand was the tell—her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of her panties.

Secret and silent peeping

Holding my breath, I slipped inside, not onto the bed, but underneath it, the dust and shadows my unlikely hiding place. I heard the rustle of sheets, a soft, frustrated sigh. Then, the bed creaked as she got up. I saw her feet pad to the door and heard the decisive snick of the latch locking. A moment later, she jumped back onto the mattress above me.

Then, the sounds began. Quiet, breathy moans. The rustle of fabric. A soft thud as her white panties landed on the floor beside my face, carrying the faint, sweet scent of her arousal. My own dick strained against my shorts. Then, a new sound—a wet, slick noise, reminiscent of licking, followed by deeper, guttural moans.

“It’s so big…” Michelle’s voice, thick with desire, filtered down. “Max, it’s just amazing. I want to suck your dick.” Her whispers grew into louder, unashamed moans. She was masturbating, fucking herself with something, and thinking of me.

I couldn’t stay hidden. Silently, I crawled out from under the bed and rose to my knees. The sight before me stole my breath. Michelle was naked, lying on her side, her glorious ass presented to the room. In her hand was a flesh-colored dildo, its length glistening as she worked it slowly in and out of her asshole. My own cock was painfully hard.

“Oh yes, Max,” she moaned to the empty room. “Fuck my ass. I’ve dreamed of feeling your dick inside me for so long.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I shed my shorts. As if on cue, she got on all fours, pulling the toy from her body and bringing it to her lips, sucking it clean with a hungry whimper. It was the perfect moment.

I wet my palm with spit, slicked the head of my throbbing cock, and in one fluid motion, I was on the bed behind her. Before she could react, I gripped her hips, my tip searching for her wet entrance. But in my frenzied state, I fumbled, my cock bumping against her folds, unable to find purchase.

Sensing a new presence, Michelle whipped her head around. Horror, not desire, flooded her features.

“Nooo!!! Go away! Get away from me!” Her scream was piercing, raw with panic. I acted on instinct, my hand tangling in her hair, pressing her face into the pillow to muffle the cries. She bucked and struggled, but I held firm, my body pressing against her back.

“Don’t scream,” I growled into her ear, my voice low. “I heard you. I heard you fucking yourself, imagining it was me. So calm down. Enjoy it. Because I’ve been dreaming of fucking you, too.”

I loosened my grip on her hair, letting her turn her head to gasp for air. The fight seemed to drain from her. Shame, embarrassment, and a dawning, reluctant acceptance warred on her face. I found her slick, tight opening with the head of my cock and pushed in slowly. A sharp, shuddering gasp escaped her lips, but it wasn’t a scream. It was a moan, stifled but undeniable.

Rough fucking

I began to move, establishing a slow, deep rhythm. She was tight, impossibly so, but yielding. Her earlier resistance melted into a tense, quivering acceptance. I spanked her ass—not hard, just a sharp, crisp smack that made her cry out and arch her back, pushing herself back onto me.

“So, Michelle,” I breathed, picking up the pace. “Do you like how I fuck your ass now? Are you not screaming now? Am I fucking you the way you dreamed about?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she sobbed, the words breaking on a wave of pleasure. “I really like it! I dreamed about this!”

Emboldened, I pulled out, intending to finally enter her dripping pussy. But as I tried to guide myself in, I met not with an opening, but with a soft, firm resistance.

“No! Keep going, don’t stop!” she begged, her voice desperate.

Confused, I flipped her roughly onto her back and spread her legs wide. The sight made my mind go blank. Nestled between her smooth thighs, small and fully erect, was a penis. I froze, shock rooting me to the spot.

“I asked you to keep fucking my ass,” Michelle whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “It felt so good. My dream came true. And I almost came.”

For several heartbeats, I just stared, my mind reeling. Then, seeing her vulnerable, exposed, and still aching with need, something shifted inside me. The shock gave way to a fierce, protective arousal.

“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice softer now. I was searching for words. “I’m just… surprised. I’ve never been with a…”

“Tranny?” she finished for me, the word sharp with self-loathing. “I understand. You’re disappointed. Just… thank you. For letting me feel you. It was unforgettable.”

She moved to get up, to hide, but I was quicker. I grabbed her waist and laid her back down firmly.

“No way,” I said, my determination renewed. “We’re finishing this.”

I spread her legs again, spit on my fingers, and slicked her waiting, used hole. Seeing my resolve, her own small cock twitched back to full attention. I guided myself into her ass again, deeper this time, throwing her legs over my shoulders for better leverage. She cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, and her hand flew to her own dick, stroking it in time with my thrusts.

“Max, do you mind?” she gasped, her eyes pleading. “I’m so close…”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I commanded, my own climax building like a storm. “Come for me.”

I pistoned into her, hard and fast, the slapping of our skin filling the room. Her moans became screams of surrender. “Yes, Max! Fuck me harder! I’m such a slut! I love your cock in my ass!”

With a ragged cry, her body convulsed. Streams of pearly cumshot from her penis, painting her stomach. The sight, the feeling of her muscles clenching around me, pushed me over the edge. I pulled out just in time, my own release jetting onto her stomach and chest, mingling with hers.

Sperm inside mouth

I collapsed beside her, spent. For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing. Then, Michelle lifted a trembling, cum-smeared hand to her mouth and slowly, deliberately, licked her fingers clean. She did it again, scooping up more from her stomach, her eyes locked on mine in a challenge and an offering.

Then, she shifted down the bed, took my softening cock in her hand, and gently sucked the head into her warm mouth, cleaning me with a tenderness that belied our frantic coupling. The sensation brought me back to life.

We lay together for a while, in the quiet aftermath. And later, because her mouth had reignited the fire, I turned her onto her stomach and fucked her beautiful ass once more, slowly and thoroughly, until we both found our release again in the dark, locked room.