No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.

Outdoor date? Check. Romantic picnic? Check. Secluded but still public location? Check. The knowledge that he gets off on exhibitionism and the thrill of getting caught? Check. Now I just need to get over the fear that that monster in his pants is going to split me in two.

She ground against him as they made out. Feeling his strong arms around her was amazing, and the sensation of his bulge pressing against her tiny clitty was driving her nuts. Coming up for air she gasped for breath and leaned back so that she could look him in the eyes.

“Bobby…. I wish we could have done this so long ago. I’ve been nuts about you since we were kids. Every man I’ve ever been with, I always knew you’d be better. I-“

He cut her off with his lips again, kissing her quickly then pulling back to speak himself as he caressed her back. “If we’d both had our heads screwed on straight back then and were even aware of what we wanted, I’m pretty sure I would have screwed it up. I don’t have the best track record.”

“Well, I know what I want now.” She gently ran her French manicured nails over his shiny scalp. “What I wanted for years. We’re not stupid kids anymore.”

She trailed those nails down one of his cheeks, along his neck, to the thick thatch of chest hair that his shirt showed. “I remember when this started growing. You were fourteen. I was weirded out by it.” She gently tugged on a couple strands. “Then after you saved me… while you were carrying me and I had my head against your chest… it was scratchy on my cheek but it just… it smelled like you. It smelled like home. Like safety and security and everything that I wanted.”

She untangled herself from him and got to her feet, then offered him a hand to help him up. He was confused for a moment, sorry that the moments seemed to have passed, but that confusion abated when she dropped to her knees in front of him. “I’ve been wondering how the rest of you smells ever since.”

Her hands had never been big, even when she thought of herself as a boy, and with the recent changes they were even more delicate than before as they reached for Bob’s waistband. Inches away, she hesitated, looking up at him.

“If you’re waiting for me to stop you…” he said with a grin, “well we’ll never leave here, which might not be horrible…”

Emboldened by this, she hooked her fingers into his shorts and like a magician pulling off a tablecloth, yanked them down to his ankles along with his boxer briefs. There she stopped, stunned, as his erection sprang into view like a fleshy pink battering ram. It swayed in front of her, hard and ready. An atavistic sense in the back of her brain stared screaming ‘Snake! Kill it!’, but desire overrode fear as she tentatively reached out a hand to touch it. It was soft and hard at the same time. She could feel the warmth radiating from it, smell clean sweat and his arousal, a scent that screamed MALE and also more quietly mate. So entranced was she by the beautiful… the only word for it was ‘cock’… that filled her vision, that when it engaged in an involuntary jerk, she actually pulled back, startled.

“Ah, you see, now you’ve made it angry.” Bob’s words were lighthearted but his voice was deep and husky, giving as much indication of his arousal as the throbbing python of love that was staring her in the face.

That broke some of the tension and allowed Darlene to steel her courage and lean forward to plant a kiss on the tip. She settled back and looked up at him. “You know, I’ve been fascinated with this thing since the first time I saw it. You were always so much bigger than me, but Jesus, Bobby. You’re hung like a telephone pole.”

And still looking up at him, she took the tip in her mouth, finally satisfying another curiosity that she’d carried for years. The salty tang of his sweat like ambrosia on her tongue, she worked her lips and cheeks to take more of him in, reaching down the front of her biking shorts to stroke her own clitty.

Bob, for his part, stared down into her eyes as she fellated him. Just seeing her bob her head on him was an awe inspiring sight, this beautiful trans woman clearly taking such pleasure in serving his cock. As she strove to take him deeper, by instinct he found his hand straying to the back of her head, guiding her, helping her set the rhythm. Such joy in her eyes…

Feeling his hand on her, she brought her own free one up and placed it over his, clamping down tight on it and using it to push her own head forward. After a moment he seemed to take the hint and the feel of him controlling her head, using her mouth brought out a moan from her around his pulsing manhood. Yes, Bobby. Show me you’re a man. Show me your strength. Take what you want.

He felt her throat loosen to take him in as he himself lost control and began simply skullfucking her. The feeling of her hot wet mouth, her tight throat, the tongue that lashed at his balls as her nose brushed his pubes, the gagging noises that were coming from her… it was driving him nuts. He wasn’t sure he was going to last much longer. “Dar… I…”

She seemed to know what he was saying as she backed off and sat back on her heels. “Bobby, I want you inside me.”

For all the excitement that the two of them had managed to build up, getting to the actual act took some time. Bob took the opportunity to calm down while Darlene skinned out of her shorts and panties. Then there was the matter of lube. While Darlene had no desire to wait being of the opinion that she had slobbered on it enough, Bob insisted on searching through their packs and found a bottle of pretty good water based stuff. Her reminded her that he did have quite a bit of girth.

“I’m worried about hurting you. Without a good solid workout, I’m a little too thick to go raw.”

She swallowed as she realized what she had almost gotten herself into. That goddamn tree stump would have killed her, and she was all ready to go for it. She blushed. “Yeah… you’re right… we need to work up to it I guess. “ she lay on her back on the blanket, the warm air feeling good on her bare skin, and beckoned toward him. “So help me?”

God, she was beautiful. Her brown hair spread all around her, legs spread invitingly, her dicklette erect to its full two and a half inches. Coming up between her legs, he squirted a bit of the lube into his hand to warm it, then shifted until their genitals came into contact for the first time.

Feeling his dick rub against hers set her whole body to quivering. She reached down and took both in her hand, marveling at the size difference as she began to stroke. She felt one of his fingers probe at her anus, causing her to speed up.

The lube having warmed to his skin and the air, he first gently pushed the tip of his index finger into her. Encouraged by her low moan of pleasure, he slipped a little more in and enjoyed the sensation of her hand on his cock and the feel of her clitty brushing up against him. When she started dirty talking he nearly lost it.

“Yeah baby, get my ass ready. Stretch me out so that big beautiful cock can get in me.”

He was now thrusting into her ass with rapidly increasing speed. She allowed a third finger, moaning even louder.

“I think that’s enough. I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me!” She skillfully directed Bob to her anus, his rampant hard-on was soon pressing against her now relaxed and slippery hole. After what seemed an eternity, he slipped inside her, her tight hot hole squeezing down on him.

She felt him enter her, felt the thickness of his glans stretching her. He went slow, his pressure gentle, more and more of him penetrating her, all the while his eyes locked on hers. His face looked peaceful, happy, his eyes slightly dilated, lips parted in a sigh.

He was about halfway in now, determined to maintain control until she fully adjusted to him, but unable to look away from her sweet face. Her eyes were fixed on his, drinking him in as he sunk further and further into her ass.

She felt him bottom out, his hips pressing up against her firm ass, the product of hours in the gym. He felt amazing. So big. She felt so full, so complete. “Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me like a girl. Make me a woman.”

Those words ended his restraint and he began to thrust into her.

His size, his thickness, stretching her out, filling her up. She could feel him in her belly. And each stroke stimulated her prostate more and more. She felt like she was living in a dream, the sensation when his hand cupped over her breast and squeezed gently, the fell of him sawing into her, the look of concern and affection in his eyes watching every twitch of her features to make sure she was enjoying herself. He was perfect. He was hers. Emotion welled from her heart and met with the bliss of being fucked… no, made love to, by the man of her dreams. She felt her orgasm well up inside her. Knew it wasn’t far off.

He’s making me his. He’s taking me like a man. His cock fits so well. What was I ever afraid of?

Her legs clenched as it came on, the full wave of her orgasm overtaking her. Her tiny cock releasing the clear fluid welling up from her prostate. And as she did, she felt him unloading deep in her bowels. “I love you, Bobby!”

He collapsed on top of her, his mouth finding hers, kissing her gently. “Why did we wait this long?”

(Title: ‘Take Me To Church’ by Hozier)