My first shemale

“Glad you like,” I replied and let my hand follow the contour of her sexy hip. We kissed and dueled lovingly with our tongues as her hand expertly massaged the head of my wet, engorged cock. Again, I busied myself with her Lolita breasts and rubbed her already damp thong. My lips around one darling nipple I fluttered it back and forth and heard her moan with satisfaction.

In no time the room grew warm so we kicked back the blankets. I asked her to lie on the pillow while I moved down to her toes. There I nibbled and bussed them through the nylons and began my northern journey to her thighs, (every bit as shapely as I’d fantasized) and beyond. When I finally reached the end of the nylons I kissed the naked inner thighs and arrived at her thong. The muskiness of her pre-cum was strong and extremely exciting as I inhaled it through the flimsy material and had my first close look at her cock. Gold! I thought: I struck gold. My first tranny and she was every bit as exciting as I imagined.

Jamie lifted her adorable bottom and I pulled the thong past her garters and down to her feet where she kicked it off. The air almost left me as I stared at her offering in all its naked glory–an attractive, small and uncircumsized cock with the tiniest trimmed hair at the top. Her smooth and tight chestnuts looked equally good, so good I wanted to eat them. In fact I did soon enough. As far as I was concerned, given her personality and looks Jamie couldn’t have asked for a more delectable cock and balls if she went shopping for them. Everything between her legs was flawless, even though she said, “Are you sorry I’m not big down there?”

“Sorry: Are you kidding?” I said as I tucked my engorged cock against my stomach and lay down. “Size matters to everyday Joes but on you I’m not sure it’s an asset.” She lifted her head from the pillow and looked down at me. “Really? That’s not what I’ve been told.”