My Pixie T-Girl. Part two
By request...
How could I of fallen so hard, so fast? The definition of love at first sight, I thought. Just so incredibly cute, she practically took my breath away the first time I saw her. The thing is, is that "she" was actually a "he." Although it did not change my attraction, it did not change my lust, I wondered how it might affect the relationship that I was now desperately wanting. We had exchanged phone numbers after that unforgettable evening. I had to try. Remebering her face, those lips, her slim waist and perfect ass, I had to try.
With a lump in my throat, I dialed her number and said, "hello." The sweetest, softest, most feminine voice ever said back, "I was wondering if you would call." Trying to play it cool, trying to gauge the situation, I asked if she wanted me to call. My heart stopped as I waited anxiously for her response. "Yea, I was hoping you would." I felt a rush come over me and just the biggest smile, "Good, I'm glad." I had no idea what a "date" might look like or what it could be. I had not thought that far ahead. She was just this beautiful, petite, sexual girl to me. No matter what the world might say. I would treat her that way. "Can I take you out to dinner, sometime," I asked. She giggled, saying back, "Ok, or we can just fuck." My jaw hit the floor! The perfect girl, I thought!
Two nights later, I picked her up. Not wanting to create drama, she had me meet her away from her house. My jaw dropped for the second time in just days. I pulled up and she stepped out her car door. Heels, the shortest of dresses, skin tight, leaving little to the imagination. That smile that makes me melt and a flip of her hair. Her hair, short in the back and sides, longer on the top and in the front, laying over one of her eyes until she flips it back. I got out, almost stumbling to get her side of the car and open her open. She giggled again, I was beginning to love the sound. "Aren't you the gentleman!" she cooed. Before she got in, she gave me the sexiest kiss I had ever received. I was rock hard instantly. I shut her door and heard her playfully laugh as Ihad to adjust my erection to walk to the driver's side. She had seen it all. I think I blushed. When I sat down, she smiled and tilted her head to the side. "Yes," I told myself, "I am in big, big trouble!"
I kind of felt dizzy in her presence. She may of asked, "Where do you want to go?" or it might of been, "What do you want to do?" That short dress had all my attention. I had become so strangely curious about what was under it. Trying to be cool, trying to be smooth, I said that I'd love to show her off somewhere. Again, she tilted her beautiful face, resting her head on the car seat's headrest. "Whatever you want" she replied. I sat for what was seconds, but seemed like minutes. My heart and thoughts were racing. Was I really going to do this? She was just so cute! I leaned over and kissed her softly on those beautiful red, lipsticked lips. I let me hand fall onto her thigh, trying to be casual. A deeper kiss, my tongue in ner mouth and her tongue in mine. Nervously, I moved my hand to the edge of her tight, tiny dress and caressed her bare, inner thigh. Slowly inching ever closer to her secret. She broke from our kiss, grabbed onto her dress, wiggled her hips and pulled it up. Unable to stop myself, I looked down to see her erection sticking out between her thighs and panties. I almost gasped, unable to breath. She put her hands and my face and kissed me again as I began to pull on and rub her beautiful cock. A rush unlike any before shot through my whole body and came to rest in my tingling brain. I never expected it to be such a turn on, but it was!
One hand on the back of my neck, pulling our mouths together, the other began feeling for my cock. Now, I freed mine. What an erotic sight it must of been. A boy making out with the most beautiful, sexy girl, each stroking the other's hard cock. What a moment! Kissing, stroking each other, right there in my car! She asked if I had ever been with a trans before. I don't know why, but the question surprised me. "No," I said as I looked into her sensual eyes, stil massaging her girl cock. "Have you ever sucked cock before?" So innocent looking, but so foward! I told her, "No." I wondered if it was more of a question or an invitation. The oddest part was that I did actually want to, I just wanted her, all of her so badly. She knew that I was completely into her, so why would either of us pretend, I guess. She leaned back in her seat. My brain struggled to process her beauty and sexuality. She looked amazing, better than any dream. "Come here," was all she said, pulling me, guiding me to her cock. I kissed it, I could not believe I actually kissed it. I parted my lips and took her into my mouth, breathing in her perfumed scent. Her hand back the back of my head, she encouraged me to take more of her, deeper, and I did. "Mmm, yes, suck me." Damn, she was such a turn on! I am 100% straight, but I had not doubt, I would suck her girl cock all night. I had no doubt, I would let her cum in my mouth, if she wanted! "Her sweet, sexy, soft, feminine calls of, "Yeah, baby," drove me to suck ner harder, deeper, even makes us both moan. "Baby, mmm, baby!" Then a, "Yesssssssssss!" I felt a warm rush flow into my mouth, and I did not pull away. Her cum spilled out the sides of my mouth, but I did not stop. I felt the unfamiliar taste of her cum coat my mouth and throat. My head was spinning! As her cock started to become soft, I kissed it lovingly before sitting back up. A flip of her hair, a sly smile and a look of satisfaction all over her cute face. "Now it's your turn, baby! You deserve it." I began to think that I might never date a regular girl again!
Already embarrashingly close to orgasm, I had to fight it off as she moaned and made lewd, sexy sucking sounds. I just could not hold back any longer and moaned out as I fed her what seemed like an endless amount of semen in what was now the best orgasm of my life!
As we sat, both spent and blissful, I had to ask if she was always so bold. She told me that her last boyfriend had always wanted her to act shy and innocent. "Which I love doing," she added, "but pretending all the time, even after I had finished on his face just seemed like it was too much." She said, "Treat me like a girl, just not always like such an innocent one." "Sometimes, I just want my guy to take me and use me like a slut." Seriously, I thought to myself, "Why would I go back to dating regular girls?"
We fixed ourselves, then went to a club that she knew. Not my usual kind of place, but I felt so proud to have her on my arm. So sexy, that slim, tight dress, that perfect, little ass. That face, the way she flipped her hair back, plus that something extra. I wondered if anyone there knew her secret. I did, I thought, and that's all that mattered.
How could I of fallen so hard, so fast? The definition of love at first sight, I thought. Just so incredibly cute, she practically took my breath away the first time I saw her. The thing is, is that "she" was actually a "he." Although it did not change my attraction, it did not change my lust, I wondered how it might affect the relationship that I was now desperately wanting. We had exchanged phone numbers after that unforgettable evening. I had to try. Remebering her face, those lips, her slim waist and perfect ass, I had to try.
With a lump in my throat, I dialed her number and said, "hello." The sweetest, softest, most feminine voice ever said back, "I was wondering if you would call." Trying to play it cool, trying to gauge the situation, I asked if she wanted me to call. My heart stopped as I waited anxiously for her response. "Yea, I was hoping you would." I felt a rush come over me and just the biggest smile, "Good, I'm glad." I had no idea what a "date" might look like or what it could be. I had not thought that far ahead. She was just this beautiful, petite, sexual girl to me. No matter what the world might say. I would treat her that way. "Can I take you out to dinner, sometime," I asked. She giggled, saying back, "Ok, or we can just fuck." My jaw hit the floor! The perfect girl, I thought!
Two nights later, I picked her up. Not wanting to create drama, she had me meet her away from her house. My jaw dropped for the second time in just days. I pulled up and she stepped out her car door. Heels, the shortest of dresses, skin tight, leaving little to the imagination. That smile that makes me melt and a flip of her hair. Her hair, short in the back and sides, longer on the top and in the front, laying over one of her eyes until she flips it back. I got out, almost stumbling to get her side of the car and open her open. She giggled again, I was beginning to love the sound. "Aren't you the gentleman!" she cooed. Before she got in, she gave me the sexiest kiss I had ever received. I was rock hard instantly. I shut her door and heard her playfully laugh as Ihad to adjust my erection to walk to the driver's side. She had seen it all. I think I blushed. When I sat down, she smiled and tilted her head to the side. "Yes," I told myself, "I am in big, big trouble!"
I kind of felt dizzy in her presence. She may of asked, "Where do you want to go?" or it might of been, "What do you want to do?" That short dress had all my attention. I had become so strangely curious about what was under it. Trying to be cool, trying to be smooth, I said that I'd love to show her off somewhere. Again, she tilted her beautiful face, resting her head on the car seat's headrest. "Whatever you want" she replied. I sat for what was seconds, but seemed like minutes. My heart and thoughts were racing. Was I really going to do this? She was just so cute! I leaned over and kissed her softly on those beautiful red, lipsticked lips. I let me hand fall onto her thigh, trying to be casual. A deeper kiss, my tongue in ner mouth and her tongue in mine. Nervously, I moved my hand to the edge of her tight, tiny dress and caressed her bare, inner thigh. Slowly inching ever closer to her secret. She broke from our kiss, grabbed onto her dress, wiggled her hips and pulled it up. Unable to stop myself, I looked down to see her erection sticking out between her thighs and panties. I almost gasped, unable to breath. She put her hands and my face and kissed me again as I began to pull on and rub her beautiful cock. A rush unlike any before shot through my whole body and came to rest in my tingling brain. I never expected it to be such a turn on, but it was!
One hand on the back of my neck, pulling our mouths together, the other began feeling for my cock. Now, I freed mine. What an erotic sight it must of been. A boy making out with the most beautiful, sexy girl, each stroking the other's hard cock. What a moment! Kissing, stroking each other, right there in my car! She asked if I had ever been with a trans before. I don't know why, but the question surprised me. "No," I said as I looked into her sensual eyes, stil massaging her girl cock. "Have you ever sucked cock before?" So innocent looking, but so foward! I told her, "No." I wondered if it was more of a question or an invitation. The oddest part was that I did actually want to, I just wanted her, all of her so badly. She knew that I was completely into her, so why would either of us pretend, I guess. She leaned back in her seat. My brain struggled to process her beauty and sexuality. She looked amazing, better than any dream. "Come here," was all she said, pulling me, guiding me to her cock. I kissed it, I could not believe I actually kissed it. I parted my lips and took her into my mouth, breathing in her perfumed scent. Her hand back the back of my head, she encouraged me to take more of her, deeper, and I did. "Mmm, yes, suck me." Damn, she was such a turn on! I am 100% straight, but I had not doubt, I would suck her girl cock all night. I had no doubt, I would let her cum in my mouth, if she wanted! "Her sweet, sexy, soft, feminine calls of, "Yeah, baby," drove me to suck ner harder, deeper, even makes us both moan. "Baby, mmm, baby!" Then a, "Yesssssssssss!" I felt a warm rush flow into my mouth, and I did not pull away. Her cum spilled out the sides of my mouth, but I did not stop. I felt the unfamiliar taste of her cum coat my mouth and throat. My head was spinning! As her cock started to become soft, I kissed it lovingly before sitting back up. A flip of her hair, a sly smile and a look of satisfaction all over her cute face. "Now it's your turn, baby! You deserve it." I began to think that I might never date a regular girl again!
Already embarrashingly close to orgasm, I had to fight it off as she moaned and made lewd, sexy sucking sounds. I just could not hold back any longer and moaned out as I fed her what seemed like an endless amount of semen in what was now the best orgasm of my life!
As we sat, both spent and blissful, I had to ask if she was always so bold. She told me that her last boyfriend had always wanted her to act shy and innocent. "Which I love doing," she added, "but pretending all the time, even after I had finished on his face just seemed like it was too much." She said, "Treat me like a girl, just not always like such an innocent one." "Sometimes, I just want my guy to take me and use me like a slut." Seriously, I thought to myself, "Why would I go back to dating regular girls?"
We fixed ourselves, then went to a club that she knew. Not my usual kind of place, but I felt so proud to have her on my arm. So sexy, that slim, tight dress, that perfect, little ass. That face, the way she flipped her hair back, plus that something extra. I wondered if anyone there knew her secret. I did, I thought, and that's all that mattered.
1 month ago
