My dear Neighbor

Hello everyone, I want to share my story, the story of my first love.

A little about myself, my name is Aizhan.

I am a transgender woman, gentle, beautiful, and very experienced. So, I grew up as an ordinary boy, and by the age of fifteen, like all guys, I was into masturbation. But while the guys jerked off imagining women, I, on the contrary, loved to caress my crotch and fuck myself with my fingers, imagining myself in the place of porn actresses.

Each time, my orgasm became brighter, and when I was home alone, I wore my mom's clothes. Any of my mom's lingerie or dresses looked very chic on me.

I grew my hair to my shoulders, and my small face and narrow eyes

after a little makeup looked very sexy. In my building, there lived a neighbor named Timur, a man about forty-five years old, tall, broad-shouldered, very stern-looking on the outside but actually a very kind person.

I've known Uncle Timur since childhood, and we got along very well. And every time I masturbated, I imagined myself specifically under Timur (yes, under him, I dreamed about him). Every time, I waited from the balcony, and when he arrived, I ran down for a supposedly chance meeting.

And as usual, we talked a lot.

Timur treated me very attentively, although he noticed my changes each time. I had grown; my legs were slender, straight, with a thin waist and wide hips. I put on short shorts and a T-shirt and let my hair down. Seeing me, Timur almost walked past, thinking I was a girl. Recognizing me, he was very surprised. While talking, I noticed that Timur kept looking at my legs, and I started flirting with him even more. Timur invited me to his place, and I happily agreed and

We entered the apartment and went to the kitchen. The kitchen was terribly dirty.

Timur was a little embarrassed and said his wife was away on a business trip. I offered to clean the kitchen and suggested Timur take a shower and change, while I started tidying up the kitchen, washed all the dishes, and quickly made dinner from what was available (I made a spicy Korean salad and sliced some sausage).

Timur entered the kitchen and gasped. I greeted him with a smile and sat down opposite him, crossing my legs. Timur took a cold beer from the fridge and offered me one. Timur ate greedily, praising me. I sat and watched him eat. I couldn't get enough of looking at him; for me, Timur was the most handsome man in the whole world. I looked at his lips and wanted to kiss him.

Timur noticed my girlish behavior and asked me directly

— Sorry for asking, are you gay?

I answered

— No, I'm not gay, I'm a transgender woman.

— What does that mean? (Timur became wary)

— I feel like a woman, and I like you.

Timur was stunned and turned red with anger.

— Listen, get out (Timur stood up from the table)

For some reason, I wasn't afraid of him. I stood up, walked right up to him, looked him straight in the eyes, and said

— Timur, I feel like a woman, and I love you, and I'm ready to do anything for you.

Please don't kick me out.

Timur sat back down on the chair and didn't know what to say.

I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck.

And kissed him on the lips. I kissed Timur's lips so tenderly, gently slipping my tongue into his mouth. Timur hugged me tightly and sucked on my tongue.

We kissed like in porn movies.

I moaned from the sweet kiss. Timur picked me up in his arms, carried me to the bedroom, and laid me on the bed.

And pulled off my shorts and panties. I lay there and watched as Timur took off his shirt and jeans, and when he took off his underwear, I gasped seeing his powerful erection.

His cock was rock hard, 18 cm with a large head and a thickness of at least 5 cm.

Timur lay on top of me, kissing me everywhere. I spread my legs wide and felt his cock press against my hole. Timur took his time, kissing me tenderly and deeply.

I went limp under him, and my hole began to give way to the pressure, and I screamed from the sharp pain when the head entered me.

Timur muffled my cry with his kiss and with each thrust went deeper. I could feel his cock deep inside me. Timur tenderly let me get used to his member each time and entered me all the way to his balls.

I felt the slapping, and his cock completely filled me.

I started moaning with pleasure. Timur kissed and fucked me at the same time, fucking faster and harder. I squealed like a woman, and when Timur sucked on my nipples, I came and trembled, experiencing my first female orgasm.

Timur turned me on my side, positioned himself from behind, and started fucking me.

I could barely breathe; my ass ached from pain and desire. Timur lay on his back, breathing heavily. I leaned over and started kissing Timur's cock, licked off all the cum, and started sucking his semi-hard cock.

In my mouth, his cock quickly hardened and became like a rod. I sat on top and carefully sat down on his cock and started riding him. I rode and moaned with pleasure. My orgasm burst out of me, and I quickly came, splattering my cum on my man's stomach. Timur put me under him, entered me in one thrust, and started fucking me (I felt like Timur's wife). I wanted his cum and screamed

— Cum in me, cum in me.

Timur put me in doggy style and fucked me like a bitch. I came from his force

But my man didn't even notice and kept pounding me until he came himself.

After that, we were together many more times

Until I moved to a big city.