#ftmtf nsft

[f4keboyf1xer]

You know how many times I’ve accidentally stumbled across fake boys when trying to fuck real trans man? How many times a slip of the word “pretty” has led to me fucking a raw load into some quivering girls cunt as she begs me to call her by her real name and get her pregnant,

It’s honestly kind of fucking annoying when I’m looking for real men, like you girls are doing a disservice to the community you try so hard (and yet still fail) to be a part of, take a step back and let the real men have a chance for once

[lycanrockkhard]

where to find ftm chasers fast no glue no borax

[fakeboysonleashes]

training her to say “i love you” instead of “it hurts” >>

“fuck- daddy you’re stretching me out too far”

while you slide your hand in her pussy knuckle by knuckle.

“you can take it slut”

“please daddy i ca- daddy please it’s too big it’s too b- fuckplease fuck I love you daddy please”

“that’s it fucktoy”

“daddy I, ah, I love you I love you please daddy I love you so much I- ah I love you IloveyouIloveyou it’s too big”

forcing her to associate pain with devotion and loving you, making her even more of a brainless painslut for your using pleasure

[puppyfakeboy]

Detrans Notes Game

Spamming is fine x

Repeatables:

Every 5 notes=1 day of not correcting people on

my pronouns when I am misgendered (1/10)

Every 10 notes=1 day wearing regular bras instead

of sports bras or binders (1/5)

Every 15 notes= I’ll sleep in just my panties for the night (1/3)

Every 20 notes= I'll rub my clit to all DM's I receive for the week (/2)

Every 50 notes= change my profile picture to whatever someone wants in dms

Every 90 notes= I will edge for an hour while looking at detrans posts

One-Time:

20 notes=let you guys pick a "girl name" for me

to put in my bio

50 notes=send a bra pic to anyone who asks in dms

75 notes= I will edge myself to straight porn once a week

100 notes=put my "stats" in my bio-height,

weight, bra size, etc

250 notes=post a bra pic of me publicly

300 notes=post my real deadname

500 notes= I’ll dm a picture of my panties to anyone who asks

700 notes= I’ll dm a feet pic to anyone who asks

1000 notes= make a cis girl blog

[femboysoap]

Fakeboy Note Gameee!!

I've seen ppl do this n i wanna join!!~

Repeating

10 notes: Nails done for a week (78 weeks)

25 notes: Stay shaved for a week (till 26/01/26)

50 notes: Listen to anon (within reason)

100 notes: Post my boobs

Non-Repeating

100 notes: go by she/her here & on grindr

150 notes: Get a new bra fitted properly (i'll go on the weekend)

200 notes: Listen to hypno audios while i sleep

250 notes: Start wearing a plug regularly

350 notes: Wear a slutty outfit out (i like never go outside)

500: Get my nipples pierced (AHHH- i'll have to plan!!)

700: Start growing out my hair

Stretchhhh~~

1500: Get my clit pierced

*you can spam but like.... not too much? Okay? 🥺

**also sorry its kinda short 🥲

[squishyfufu]

I'm so glad I have a pussy <3 She feels so good when she's wet. She helps me make good decisions. She reminds me of my place and purpose. She throbs and clenches when I'm needy. She makes lovely sloppy noises when I'm full. She makes me so happy <3 I love my pussy she's the best part of me <3

[fakeb0yfucktoy]

Reblog if you are a stupid silly fakeboy who needs to be fucked into her place

[f4keboyf1xer]

Hi I have a predicament I thought you'd find funny!

So, I'm transmasc but into detrans... But I'm struggling to even find ways to engage in it because everything they treat like huge detrans shit I already do!

I already wear cute frilly dresses and pastel girly clothes every day, I don't bind or have any intention to get top (or bottom!) surgery, I have no plans to ever be on T, I exclusively wear panties, and I even get fucked multiple times a week by a girl with a huge dick!

My girlfriend is encouraging me to grow my hair out and start wearing a bra, and misgenders me in bed, but what else can I do? Am I even a real transmasc in the first place?

Funny is right, interesting too, that really does sound like a predicament, aside from the fact that you can barley even be considered transmasc, it doesn’t sound like there are a ton of ways you can engage with this kink that isn’t literally just changing your pronouns or going the extreme and getting pregnant,

Though depending on how you accessorize there could be more to do, nails and hair and makeup are always easy ones, skin care too, push up bras and supplements, letting your girlfriend gender you properly in public and call you by your real name, hell if you’re really brave you can ask that big dick girl or your gf to do a little E shot for you,

Ultimately the best thing to do is to find an idea that makes you dysphoric and run from there, though that seems like it’ll be difficult for a cis girl like yourself.

[getherthere]

I want to be a trad wife so bad. I need a big Man to make me His little wife and constantly be swollen with babies and milk. My hips so wide and grabble for when He wants to fuck me, tits which always leak for attention, and an aching pussy who wants another baby. Stay at home and raise them to be good little girls and boys until Sir gets home and I get to be taken care of and fucked as a reward for being His incubator

[permanentlyfemale]

⚠️ Feminization, Misgendering, Forced detrans kink ahead! ⚠️

Today is a scary day for you. As a trans man, finding the right therapist is far more difficult than it is for most people, especially as you weren’t looking for just a new therapist today. You also need someone to write you a top surgery letter. Although you’ve only been on T for 2 months, barely enough to notice anything besides an increased libido and clit growth, your breasts are by far your biggest source of dysphoria. You often wear two binders when you’re going anywhere, and even then, a sizable bump is visible on your chest. You’re hoping they may become easier to bind with hormones, but you already know that you’ll need surgery regardless.

“Milo Brown?” A masculine voice calls your name from across the room. Glancing up, you see a very attractive man, much taller than you, looking to be in good shape under his professional attire, but not overly muscular. His dark shoulder-length wavy hair and stubble complement his gentle, masculine face and warm brown eyes.

Surprised by the man’s beauty, you stumble on your words as you rise from your seat. “I- uh- I’m here.”

“Great! Let’s get back to my office.” He smiles warmly and gestures for you to follow him out of the waiting room and down a hallway, passing mostly empty offices on the way. This doesn’t seem too odd, as there was construction on the lower floor. Maybe some patients didn’t like the noise and cancelled? Or maybe you’re trying to distract yourself from thinking of the exceedingly attractive man that may soon be your therapist. You’ve considered yourself gay since coming out, but starting hormones has certainly made that attraction all the more apparent.

As he opens his office door, you’re surprised by how casual it is. There’s a long couch next to an armchair, with a clipboard set neatly on top. His desk is to the side, seemingly ignored while clients were present in favor of a more personal layout. Thinking of something to say as you sat on the couch, you spit out “I like your office.”

“Thank you Milo, I spent a lot of time thinking of the anatomy of the room and how to make my clients most at ease. I find this works best.” He smiles at you, his eyes gentle and enticing. “I’m Dr. Sterling, I specialize in support for LGBT and FTM clients. Nice to meet you! Tell me a but about yourself and what brings you here.”

“My name is Milo Brown, I’m 19 years old, and I just started testosterone. I’ve been out as trans for a while but finally got access to hormones and I’m hoping to get top surgery as well, but I need a letter for it. I also just need support with my dysphoria and depression.” You cross your arms over your large chest self-consciously.

“Well, that’s nothing I haven’t heard before. Can you tell me more about your dysphoria regarding your chest?”

Shifting uncomfortably in your chair, you hesitantly proceed. “Every day is awful! They’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and I go to sleep trying not to feel or think about them. They’re so big and heavy that I feel them whenever I move and it makes me so dysphoric. It’s also impossible to make myself flat, so I never pass. As a gay man, it’s so hard to find a man who would want a guy with a body like mine!”

“Oh, Milo, I think that’s very negative thinking. Plenty of men would find you attractive! I thought you were quite beautiful when I saw you myself.”

You’re surprised by his words! That sounded very flirtatious, but maybe he was just trying to boost your ego. Either way, it made the empty space between your legs tingle when he said it. You also didn’t know he was queer, but it definitely makes you more comfortable with him. “Well… that does make me feel better. I still don’t feel comfortable with my chest though.”

“Why don’t we try something? This is an exercise I’ve done with plenty of my transmasuline patients before, and it has always improved their lives and helped with dysphoria. While we do it, I can assess you for top surgery as well! How does that sound?” He smiled at you expectingly.

“Uhhh… yeah, that sounds good. What are we doing?”

“I’m just going to have you answer some questions about your body and dysphoria. This may get uncomfortable, but it’s all part of this process. I’m sure you can trust me, right?”

“Of course!” You answer instinctively.

“Right. First, I want you to take off your shirt and binder.” He instructs casually.

“What!? I thought we were just answering questions. Is that necessary?” You’re again surprised, he wasn’t a surgeon and you had never shown anyone your chest before. You didn’t want to look at it yourself, much less this beautiful man you’re expecting to see regularly!

“I understand this is surprising and uncomfortable, but I want to understand your perspective on your body, as well as assess the size and density for surgery. I need to know this for the letter, and I understand this is very important to you. I’m sorry for the discomfort, Milo.” He looked at you apologetically, his brown eyes sparkling, staring in to your soul and shooting down between your legs.

“I… okay.” What he was saying did make sense, and you would do most anything for this surgery. Resolving to just get this over with, you take off your oversized hoodie and throw it on the couch next to you. Grabbing both binders at once, you exert a herculean force squeezing yourself out, panting as your huge breasts fly out. You blush with embarrassment as a loud clap can be heard from them swinging together.

Dr. Sterling calmly walks closer to you. “Do you know your cup size?”

“Uh… no, sorry.”

“That’s alright, we can measure now.” He smiles warmly and pulls out some measuring tape. Without hesitation, he walks up to you and wraps it around your chest! He first measures your underbust before moving to measure your bust. His hands rest on your breasts as he does so. “Alright… looks like you have J cups.” His hand brushes your nipple as he backs away.

“Mmph!” Involuntarily, you let out a short, feminine moan. Both the dysphoria of knowing your overwhelming cup size and your accidental vocalization leave you embarrassed and blushing harder than ever.

“It doesn’t seem like you’ve experienced any vocal changes from testosterone.” He observes.

“Umm… not yet, no.”

“It also seems like you have quite sensitive nipples?”

“I guess…”

“Well, have you ever considered embracing your breasts?”

“Huh?” You were confused. They made you sad and dysphoric, how could you ever embrace them? He did say whatever he was doing worked for all of his other transmasc patients, but this seemed absurd.

“Your breast are way too big to bind properly. I’ve seen you wearing two binders in here, and that is not healthy. As your therapist, I can’t encourage you to damage your body in such a way, and especially without two binders, you wouldn’t be able to hide them at all anyways. And why go through the trouble of binding if everyone can tell? It might do you some good to just accept your body as it is. It’s not like whether you bind now will affect surgery.”

Unfortunately, everything he was saying made perfect sense. Even when binding, it was very obvious you had breasts. Why go through all the trouble, especially if it was hurting your body? You were dysphoric either way, might as well be more comfortable physically. “I guess… I guess you’re right.”

“Yes… unfortunately it’s also not very possible hormones could reduce them to a bindable size either.”

This devastated you. Even later on testosterone, you would have obvious breasts? How could you expect anyone to take you seriously as a man? You had hoped to begin passing in public soon, and finally begin living comfortably, but you weren’t so sure now. Would it even be safe to live as a non-passing trans man? Why were you going through so much for hormones if there was no hope of passing before surgery anyways? Maybe you should just wait until then for hormones- no one will gender you right as you are now. “Maybe… maybe I should pause testosterone until surgery then.”

“Yes, I can see why. That might be the safest option for you.” He nodded solemnly. “We can practice some exercises to reduce dysphoria until then, if you’d like.” His frown shifted in to a comforting smile.

Still upset, you nodded.

He moved closer and, before you could react, placed one hand on each perky, round breast, grabbing you by the boobs.

Surprised, you squeaked.

“This is just to get you used to your breasts. It often helps most when someone else does it, so you’re more comfortable with other people seeing them.” He gently squeezed and pulled, running his fingers along your supple breasts, warm palms pressing your hard nipples.

“Mmmmmm-! Oooh!” You let out a series of feminine wails as the doctor palms at your breasts. They were so sensitive and they felt so heavy- so wrong on your body- and yet they sent waves of pleasure throughout your curvy figure.

“Are you still going to go by Milo? I mean, you’re stopping T until surgery because you won’t be able to pass. It would be weird to only keep the name and pronouns, especially for strangers.” His hands shifted to thumb at your nipples.

Your thoughts were flooded with waves of pleasure shooting from your tits. The importance of this decision didn’t fully register, but what he was saying made sense to you. “You’re right.”

“Good girl.”

“Huhh…”

“People are going to refer to you by what you look like. You know you don’t pass. This is just exposure training, okay?”

“Okay…” You mindlessly agree as he moves his head close to your breast.

“See? You are a good girl.” He starts to suck on your nipple, causing you to throw your head back and wail in pleasure. You don’t know when his own clothes came off, but he’s getting on top of you and pulling your pants off, leaving you in just your boxers with his much larger biologically male body pinning you down, suddenly kissing your lips.

“What… what are you doing now, d-doctor…” he cuts you off as you pant your words out.

“The easiest way to adapt to and accept being seen as a woman is to have sex with a straight man, one who can use you as only male can use female. You need this, Amelia. It’s okay.”

Hearing your deadname makes you cringe with dysphoria. You’ve always felt an aversion towards it, despising the femininity it signaled. You struggle to reconcile your attraction to the doctor and trust in his methods to your current panic. This all felt good and sounded logical but it’s happening too fast to react, and these are all such big decisions, and suddenly he’s pulling your boxers off.

“Your pussy is so perfect. You make such a sexy woman.” He rubs the length of his cock along your clit and hole. The distinction between your pathetic nub and his masculine length is obvious. He gropes your massive jiggling breasts, squeezing them together and lowering his head to kiss and suck your nipples as his dick prods your entrance.

“Doctor Sterling…” You moan his name as his assault on your tits grows heavier. He sloppily makes out with your huge boobs, enjoying every second he can get drowning in your massive breasts.

He momentarily pulls his mouth from your tits. “Yes… fuck, Amelia!” He rams his hard cock all the way inside you, hitting your cervix as he moans your deadname, resuming his assault on your massive wobbling boobs all the while.

You scream and wail, unsure if it’s in pleasure or some mix of dysphoria and grief for your lost ambitions. Whatever male identity you insisted on was currently obstructed by your massive tits and the straight man enjoying them as he pounded in to your soft, tight vagina. Anyone who saw you two would know immediately that this was heterosexual sex- they would never stop to consider you could be anything but a curvy woman being held down and fucked by a handsome man. Suddenly, the doctor’s thrusts sped up. You forgot condoms, and you’re barely on T!

Right as you open your mouth, he interrupts. “I’m gonna cum, Amelia! I’m cumming inside you!” He holds himself against your cervix, comforting you as you begin to scream. “Shhh, good girl, it’s okay.”

You feel his hot cum flood in to your unprotected pussy, tears falling from your eyes. Feeling the sticky cum start to leak out, you manage to speak. “Do… do you have a towel?”

“Uhhh… here!” He grabs your binders and rips them both, turning them in to makeshift towels as he pulls out, along with a flood of cum.

You know you said you wouldn’t bind anymore, but having the option taken away made everything all the more real. You know it was for the best tho. He specializes in helping trans men, and he said this always works. You just have to trust him! As time runs out, you don’t even realize you forgot to finish your top surgery letter.

Still… you couldn’t wait to book your next session.

[ftmcustomcontent]

I need to be forcibly bred and detransitioned

I need someone to fuck my fakeboy pussy for hours while telling me all the ways that my body is going to change and refeminize. Telling me how my hips will widen, my waist will slim, I’ll lose any muscle definition I thought I had, hopefully my tits will even start to grow back so I can properly breastfeed my babies and anyone else who demands.

During my pregnancy I need them to throw me a baby shower and invite all my friends, and family so they can have me publicly announce my detransition and tell everyone that I was wrong, and that I am thankful to be free of my delusions and serve my purpose as a woman

[fakeboytits]

just got out of the shower and had to be a tease 🤍

[fakeboysonleashes]

picking up your fakeboy from work, and she’s dressed all masculine. she’s such a good faker. nobody knows her secret but you. she gets in your car and all you can think about is getting her home, getting her away from everybody else’s prying eyes so you can put this bitch in her place. you drive over a speed bump too quick just to see her tits bounce under her shirt. she grimaces and you feel your cock throb in your jeans at her discomfort.

you get home with this pretty girl in tow. you close the door behind her and wrap your hand around her throat, shoving her against the wall. her eyes widen in fear. you laugh. she’s so fucking pathetic. you use your other hand to squeeze her mouth open, she tries to shake her head away so you shove her harder by her neck until she complies. her mouth opens, her tongue falls out. involuntary. slut must want it bad. you spit in her mouth and it gets on her cheek too. she looks good with it on her face. she whimpers. you slap her to shut her up. you move your hands onto her shoulders and push her down. she resists. you move your hand to slap her across the face, harder, and her knees hit the floor.

“good girl”

she grimaces again. you unzip your pants. pathetic bitches like her look best with cock down their throat.

[fakeboypussy444]

Ftm detrans note game, I had an account before but got scared and deactivated...came crawling back literally in less than 24 hours. As punishment im doing a detrans note game

Force me to act like the girl I refuse to believe I am, make me regret trying to be a man again

Every 5 notes - a day i have to wear panties

Every 10 notes - i shave my pussy and ass bare

50 notes - i shave my whole body including face (i dont pass without my facial hair)

100 notes - I reveal my real deadname on my blog

150 notes - i buy breast forms

200 notes - i go out in public in full detrans mode and order a drink under my deadname (this will actually make me so dysphoric)

[ftmtfpupslut]

i need to be pregnant so badly… i can’t stop think about it. my boobs slowly swelling with milk until my binder no longer fits. my stomach ballooning and my hips widening until i have to forfeit my “boy” clothes in exchange for cute maternity wear that does nothing to hide my curves. everyone telling me how happy they are that i’m finally embracing womanhood <3 there’s just so many good things about it

[f4keboyf1xer]

First time

Need to take a fakeboys virginity, telling him that we’ll go slow, that I know it’s his first time and it can be scary but that I promise I’ll be gentle, I’ll take it at his pace, making sure to establish a safe word and come up with a non verbal tap out system,

Getting him nice and comfortable, stripping in front of him and letting him examine my body, letting him approach me at his own pace, his hands shakily exploring my soft skin, constantly checking;

“I-is this ok? I-I’m not hurting you am I?”

Assuring him that I’m fine, that he’s free to explore, that I’ll let him know if he does anything I don’t like or that doesn’t feel good and that he should do the same for me,

Let him get nice and comfortable, running his hands along my torso, brushing past my breasts a time or two before taking one in his hand, letting out a soft moan and giving him a little smile,

Letting him play with my cock, bashfully admitting that it’s the first time he’s seen one in person, taking his hand in mind and wrapping his fingers around myself, letting him feel me get hard in his hand,

His breathing and heart rate quicken and intensify as I slowly begin to stroke myself using his hand, explaining the importance of rhythm and pressure, letting him feel my heartbeat though my cock for a moment before asking if he’d like for me to touch him too,

Watching as he goes red and starts to retreat back into himself, reminding him that it’s ok to say no, and if there are parts of him he does want me to touch and parts he doesn’t want me to touch that’s more than ok,

Watching him shift for a moment, eyes unable to meet mine, before sheepishly and quietly sliding out of his hoodie and sweat pants to reveal an over sized pair of boxers and slightly stained wife beater,

Noticing that he’s not wearing a binder, trying not to stare too long at his little A cups, knowing there’ll be plenty of time later, whether she likes it or not,

Putting my hand on his exposed thigh and feeling him shiver, running my soft fingers across his legs, just starting to get hairy from the T he’s started a few months back, its effects only beginning to peak their way through,

Running my hands up his legs and past his boxers to his tummy, pausing before sliding myself under his shirt to make sure it’s ok, asking if he’d like me to touch his chest, he sits there for a moment, hesitant, before giving a quick little nod,

Checking once again, making sure he has the time to think, explain that it’s ok if he doesn’t want me to, that I won’t, letting him think for a minute, before he covers his face and lets out a quiet,

“Pl-please”

Darting under the fabric, slithering my hands up his torso to his sensitive little breasts, a look of shock followed by an overwhelming ecstasy rushes across his face as I cup them gently in my hands,

Massaging them softly as I ask him if this is ok, his slack jawed look and glazed over eyes being all the conformation I need, still making sure he admits that, yes, hes loving it,

Letting him sink into himself for a moment, get lost in the feeling washing over him, before pulling my hands away, and once again making my way back down to his boxers,

Sliding the tips of my fingers under the waist band this time, lightly scratching at the burgeoning meadows of hair that are beginning to work their way up his tummy,

Listening to his breathe hitch as the rising and falling of his chest quickens, slowing my pace as my hand lowers further and further until, suddenly he’s grabbing at my hands, pulling me out of his boxers, sliding himself up and away,

Face red and eyes darting, clearly embarrassed and scared, quickly removing my hand and checking in with him, after a few minutes of coaxing, reassurance and plenty of head petting, I finally getting it out of him, he doesn’t like when “it’s” touched, that nothings ever been in there before and that he just wants me to fuck him,

Smiling and telling him that I understand, that yes i can do that, but that it may be a lot all at once, that it’ll probably hurt a bit, making sure that he understands that I’ll pull out immediately if he needs me to,

Laying him back and sliding his boxers off him, he goes to cover his face as it continues to fall a deeper shade of red, gently and playfully pinning the hand he tries to cover himself with,

“Let’s see that pretty face of yours”

The red spreads faster now, smiling down at him and lining up with his hole,

“Just look up at me sweetheart, don’t worry about anything else just focus on my face ok?”

A little nod followed by a gasp as I place the head of my cock against his entrance,

“Deep breathes ok? Just remember to breathe”

As I part his lips and begin to slide in, he’s tight, and as I warned him, it hurts, lacing his pinned hand into my fingers and letting him squeeze hard,

“It’s ok handsome, it’s ok, I’ve got you, just breathe and relax, I’m gonna start moving here in a minute, tell me if it’s too much ok?”

He nods at me frantically, his nails digging deep into the skin of my hand as I shift to slide out, then back into him, reminding him that this can end anytime he wants, that neither of us have to cum, that once he’s had enough or it gets to be too much to tap out,

Making sure he nods along in agreement before sliding back into him, slightly deeper than before this time, his face and insides contorting as I begin to fill him more and more,

Reminding him to breathe as I lower my body on top of his, our breasts resting against one another as I work myself in deeper,

His free arm wraps around my back as he tries to look for something, anything to ground himself, the searing pain emanating from between his legs, slowly letting way to a trickle of pleasure with each thrust, It still being too much for him, even with all of my assurance and work,

After a moment he lifts his hand above my back and lightly taps me twice, the agreed signal to stop, and though he thinks he feels me pause for a moment, he just as quickly feels me slide back into him,

A little confused and slightly worried he assumes I didn’t notice, he taps again, harder this time, but yet again nothing changes, if anything my grip on his hand is tighter, my hips rutting deeper into his with each thrust,

“H-hey I, I asked you t-to stop”

His eyes dart to meet mine, the fear in his face evident as he looks up at my expressionless gaze down at him,

“I know princess, but I’m not done yet” as I hilt the rest of my shaft into her pussy, the pain is overwhelming as I press myself against her cervix, feeling her contract as her atrophied hole stretches to fit my length and girth,

A sharp and sudden scream emanates from her mouth before I’m able to clamp my free hand down over it, letting out a long and low

“Fuuuuuccccck” as I finally seat myself inside of her, her bodies frantic fighting doing nothing more than draw me in further,

Her arm which was wrapped around me starting to punch and slam at my back, quickly raising myself up, removing my hand from her mouth and hitting her hard in the gut, hard enough for the scream to stop and her breath to be knocked out of her,

Repositioning her arms above her head as she flops and gasps for air beneath me, pinning them above her head before starting up again, faster now, she may not want it, but her body can take it,

“Yo-you-you pr-promi-I-sed you-ud STOP!!” She hiccups through broken sobs upon catching her breath,

“I know what I said princess, but fuck you’re just so tight and soft, and it’s been so long since I’ve fucked a virgin hole, and you’re already starting to take my shape”

Using my free hand to grab at her tits, sinking my nails into her skin and watching her face contort,

“You’re gonna have to start getting used to this, you’re gonna be a mom here soon enough” taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking hard,

Feeling her wince at the word mom, sinking my teeth into her nipple as the forced moans turn to broken screams, her voice, which just started to drop, cracking beautifully,

Continuing my assault upon her body for what to her must feel like hours, my hands exploring every soft crevasse, cupping all her curves and leaving marks everywhere, nails and teeth to remember me by, not that she’ll ever be able to forget,

Finally feeling myself getting close, finding a good rhythm, lowering my body down onto her to crush her completely with my weight before whispering

“I’m so close princess, just stay nice and still, I’m gonna cum inside ok?”

“PLEASE DONT CUM INSIDE PLEASE DONT CUM INSIDE ME PLEAS-“ wrapping my fingers around her neck and squeezing hard, watching her face turn red and eyes bulge before her head falls limply to the pillow below,

Her cunt squeezing so tight I have to steady myself to not get pushed out, pulling myself into her by her neck til I’m once again situated against her cervix, then, finally unloading the contents of my balls in her deepest part,

Releasing my hand and watching her slowly fade back into consciousness, blinking hard as her eyes readjust, feeling her loosen for a moment before tightening up once she remembers where she is and what’s happening,

The fight back in her as she pushes hard against my hand on her wrists, holding her in place with my weight until my cock goes soft inside her, making sure every last drop of my cum ends up in her cunt,

Finally as I’m sure they’re empty lifting myself off of her, hooking my free arm under her body and lifting her up towards myself, cradling her in my arms, pulling her into my chest and holding her wrists steady, other hand still wrapped round her back and cradling her head,

“Shhhh sh sh, there there princess I’ve got, you’re ok, you’re gonna be ok, just let it all out” waiting patiently with her in my arms until all the screaming and the carrying on has worked its way through her system, her arms finally going limp against my torso, her chest still heaving against mine, sobbing into my shoulder, screaming in a more feminine pitch than I know she’d like to be able to emit, caressing her back as she tries to shy away from me, my hands, so comforting mere minutes ago, now like scalding irons against her flesh, watching as a red and white trickle begins to leak its way out of her,

Pulling her in as close as possible and in a whisper asking “did you enjoy your first time?”

(Got carried away thinking about vaginismus and the few times I’ve been able to crack a really tight cunt open for no reason in particular……)