My First Time with Alice: Shattering Innocence in Montreal
Downtown Montreal. Her apartment door. I was 22, buzzing with nerves. Heart slamming my ribs like a trapped animal. I’d chatted online about my secret trans fantasies, jerking to pics. Alice appeared. Invited me over that same night. No time to overthink. I showered, threw on jeans hiding my half-hard cock, and drove.
Sweat soaked my shirt. Pulse thundering in my ears. Jeans tented obviously. What the fuck was I doing? But no backing out. Finger hit the buzzer. Endless seconds. Door swings open.
The Approach: Fear, Desire, No Turning Back
There she was. Alice. Long straight black hair. Flawless makeup. Bustier pushing up fake, perfect tits. Mid-thigh skirt hugging wide hips. Black nylons, high heels stretching those legs. Stunning. My knees buckled. She smiled, grabbed my arm, pulled me stumbling inside. Door locked with a click.
Living room. Plopped on the couch. She sat close. Sweet perfume hit me, thick with lust. Casual chat. Her hand on my thigh. Stroking slow. ‘You’re cute. Relax, little virgin. Tonight, I’ll open new worlds for you.’ Grabbed my hand, kissed it soft, placed it on her silky thigh.
Eyes locked. Leaned in. Lips met. Tongues danced, hot and wet. She tasted like sin. Still kissing, she swung a leg over, straddled me. Hands yanked my shirt off. Chest bare. Fears melted. My dick throbbed painfully. Glanced down—her skirt bulged. She was hard too.
‘Come. Bedroom’s better.’ Took my hand. Led down the hall. Couldn’t resist—palm on her ass, squeezing through the skirt fabric. Firm, round.
Bedroom. Stood by the bed. ‘Unzip my skirt. Slow.’ Fingers trembled on the zipper. Fabric whispered down her legs. Kicked it off. Lingerie perfection. She stripped my jeans, boxers. Cock sprang free, pointing at her. Grabbed it gentle, pulled me onto the bed.
Kisses reignited. Hands everywhere. Bodies twisting on the sheets. She flipped me on back, mounted again. Mouth trailed down—neck, chest. Licked nipples. First time they stiffened like that. Gasped, moaned loud. Lost control.
The Instant: Raw Penetration and Ecstasy
Her lips reached my cock. Tongue along the shaft, swirling the head. Swallowed deep. Throat gripped me. Hands on my balls, full and heavy. Teased me to the edge. Then lower. Tongue on my sack. Stars exploded. Kept going—down to my hole.
Legs spread wide. Ass lifted without thinking. Whimpers escaped. Pre-cum leaked from my tip. ‘You love it like a slut, my little bitch.’ Arms hooked my legs over her shoulders, folded me up. Ass exposed. Her mouth on mine again. Felt it—her thick 8-inch cock sliding between my cheeks, slick with spit. Gland peeked under my balls.
‘Yes, fuck me like a girl…’ ‘You’ll love it, beauty.’ She positioned. Pressed her head against my hole. ‘Relax.’ Hurt at first. Resisted. Deep breath, pushed out. Pop—gland in. Slow thrust. Filled me. Balls slapped mine. No pain now. Just fullness. Pulsing heat inside.
She pulled back. Anus gripped her. Small cry. Slammed deep again. Started pumping. Slow rhythm. I was her whore. ‘Take it, slut.’ Faster. Harder. Ass on fire. She exploded, flooding my guts. My cock erupted, ropes on my belly.
She stayed buried, softened. Pulled out. Collapsed on me. Kisses soft. ‘So good, my pretty girl. I’ll train you into a perfect slut. Rest. Night’s young…’
That night broke me. Innocence gone. Craved more. Adulthood hit hard—in sweat, cum, and her scent.
