The first transvestite

So far I've told my initiations, how I discovered sexuality, how I learned to have sex, even as a young boy, with my neighbor Emerson and my cousin Fernando.
I'm still going to talk about a lot of experiences from that phase, but today I want to talk about a different experience that happened many years after that period of exchange, exchange and discovery.
After that initial phase, of first experiences, I was for many, many years without any other experience with men, and after I discovered that nibble is a delight to eat, and for fear of being caught in my secrecy, I always had relations only with women, but I never ceased to have good memories of the times when I sucked dick, sat on dick and ate male ass.
Already in the mature phase, about 30 years old, I had a taint that I still have today, which is a huge boner for women with a dick.
I'm married to a woman, I love to eat pussy, but there's this other side of me, who loves to suck a dick, feel a hard, hot, thick dick licking her lips and going into her ass, opening the folds and filling my body from behind.
Maybe that's why I'm so obsessed with transvestites, who are the perfection of the two worlds I love: they're women, with breasts, with the beauty of a woman, and with a stick between their legs, able to satisfy in every way.
Before I tell the story that I want to share with you today, let me contextualize where I was in my life when it happened.
When I was in college, still single, my parents lived in one city, I lived in another because of my job, and I went to college in a city in between, and in this city of about 70,000 people, the highway intersection was where the transvestites stopped.
It is a wide avenue, at that time with few buildings, almost no dwellings. There were blocks with little lighting and with unpaved streets in parallel, with entire blocks with only vegetation.
I'd drive by once in a while, freak out to stop the car, let one in, and suck a dick after years and years of never getting near a dick, just slowly passing by, looking, wanting to stop, but afraid to be seen, afraid that something might happen.
One day, it was a Sunday, and I was driving home from my parents' house, and it was about eight o'clock in the evening, and I was passing through the town where I went to college, and that's where I came off the 101 to the town where I lived.
That night, instead of going off the highway on the way to my city, I decided to take that walk on the street of transvestites. As usual, I walked slowly, looking at them, who were looking hoping that I would stop. That night there was little traffic and there were only about three making a point.
I walked past once, went to the end of the street and came back. I was on my way back towards the BR to leave. A couple of blocks before I got to the BR, on a side street with no asphalt, I saw that there was a transvestite standing in a darker, more discreet place.
I turned around in the parking lot, and with my heart racing, I stopped the car, I lowered the windshield, and she came up to the car. She was black, about 5'10", thin waist, thick thighs, slightly broad shoulders, large breasts.
If I didn't know that was the whole point of cross-dressing, I'd think you were a high school sweetheart, a panicat.
She arrived at the car door, leaned her body, looked inside, resting her hand on the door:
- Hi love (her voice was a voice that was almost of a woman, but different, a little anasaasaasa)
- Hi (I answered, shy, dry mouth, nervous)
- looking for company?
- It's... (I answered, without answering anything, and I remained silent, not knowing what to do next)
She knew I wouldn't have parked there if I didn't want to have sex.
- Can I come in so we can talk?
- can
I unlocked the door, she opened it, came in, sat down, closed the door. She looked at me and smiled. Beautiful smile. Beautiful face. A beautiful woman. She was wearing a short skirt, a tight blouse, with a discreet neckline, and no bra.
I was shaking with nerves, I'd never been out with a showgirl in my life, I'd never been anywhere near a transvestite, I was in a public place, I tried to stay calm, after all, there was now a transvestite having sex for money sitting in the backseat of my car.
- What's your name, love?
I was tense. I lied.
- Peter , please .
- Hi Pedro, this is Sheila.
- pleasure (I answered, in a rather silly way, as if I wasn't there for it, as if it were a casual conversation in the bank queue)
- for the first time?
- aham (I answered and smiled, between shyness and nervousness)
- You're very beautiful, you know that?
- It's... thank you, you're beautiful too.
- Thank you, my love.
Just smile. At that moment I began to calm down, perhaps because of her kindness and calmness, who looked at me, curious to know what I would do, seeming to enjoy this situation of my shyness.
So I said:
- It's... how does it work?
It's 30 for the oral and 50 for the full.
- and we'll go to the motel, how do you do that?
- The motel's expensive, honey. I've got a place here that won't be disturbed.
- Yes , of course .
She was pulling on her seat belt, and she was like,
- You can go to the main road and go in the direction of the BR
Following her lead, I entered the avenue of the highway station, going in the opposite direction to her, towards the BR.
- You can get in there or (he said pointing to a street on the left, parallel to BR, one block from the highway).
I went in, walked about 100 yards, and she pointed to go in again to the left, where there was a bricked courtyard, and in the background a shed, with a fence on the sides, a courtyard at the bottom, surrounded by a high wall.
It was a company shed.
- You can stop in front of the shed, love.
- You don't have a camera?
- Relax, honey, it's all right.
- It 's all right .
I stopped the car, turned off the engine.
I looked at her, who smiled, and asked, passing her hand on my thigh:
- So, baby, what's it gonna be, oral or full?
- I think it was oral.
- You're in charge, love. lf you change your mind...
I took the money, handed it to her, she put the bills in her wallet and put them in her purse.
She passed her hand over my face, and spoke again:
You must have a lot of women running after you.
- It's... more or less.
Sheila smiled, put the seat back, tilted it a little.
- Put your seat back, love, to make room
I did what she said.
- Open your pants, love, take them off
I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned it, unzipped it, and lowered my trousers just below the knees so that I could open my legs a little and let my cane loose.
I felt her hand go through my thigh, and into my dick.
I was so nervous, my dick was less than half a bomb.
- Are you nervous, honey?
- A little .
- Relax, you'll like it.
She said that and then she grabbed my stick, punched it a little bit until it was half a bomb.
So she puts the condom down and she's in position to suck my dick, and I can feel Sheila's mouth, warm and wet, sucking my dick, and it's delicious.
- Can I touch you?
I asked respectfully, fearing that I might get my hands dirty and cause some confusion.
- Yes, my love, I'm yours
I passed my hand on her back, down to her big, hard ass, passed my hand between her buttocks, felt the warmth of the middle of her buttocks in the dental floss, went down a little further, but I couldn't reach what I wanted, which was her dick.
My dick was still half-bomb
- Can I suck your boobs a little?
She stopped sucking my dick, looked at me and said
- of course, honey.
Got a knee in the car seat, facing me.
She smiled, lifted up her blouse and let her beautiful breasts show, and I passed my hand and felt her nipples hard, a delight that tasty.
I reached down and looked at her, as if asking permission, which she must have found curious, because I treated her like my girlfriend the first night.
I didn't go straight to the middle of the legs, I veered to the thigh, and she spread her legs, waiting to see what I would do.
I put my hand between her legs, and when I opened her legs, the skirt came up, and I could see the volume in the middle of her legs, and she was wearing black panties, which were made of shiny material, like leather or something.
I looked between her legs, and before I could reach her with my hand on her dick under her panties, I asked, pretending I didn't understand:
- What's in the middle of those beautiful legs?
- love... you know, the same as in the middle of your
I asked, as if I didn't know she was a transvestite.
She understood my way, smiled and said:
If you wanted a woman, you would have gone to the street of the other clover (he spoke referring to another street in the city, another access to the BR, where women made points)
- but you don't even look like you have a stick.
- You can, honey.
And she said that, and she pulled her panties aside, and she released a big, fat stick, which was already more than half a bomb, and I looked at the stick, and I was hypnotized, and I put my hand in, and I was holding that warm torso in my hand.
How nice it was to hold someone else's dick again. Feeling the warmth of her dick in my hand made my dick boil and my balls tingle. I let go of her dick, stood halfway on the bench, and grabbed with my left hand to hold it better. I grabbed the top, gently pulling my hand towards the balls, making the big red head of her dick come out.
Lambi's lips want to suck that dick.
I slowly stabbed her dick, which was enjoying my affection.
I got my face close to her dick, I could smell the dick, and I wanted to open my mouth and suck that dick, but I held back, and I said,
- Can I suck you off?
- Do you really want to, love?
- I want to.
- Yeah, but I'll get another condom.
- Yes , of course .
- Honey... I'm going to spend another condom, do you really want to suckle?
- Yes , it is .
She sat down on the bench, took out another condom from her purse, put it on the stick and said:
- Come on baby, you can suck
I leaned my body in the direction of her body, and I started to suckle, big, very hard, thick dick, I've never seen a dick that big before.
I could feel the tip of her dick go through my lips.
- What a mouth .
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪ This is the way ♪
- So love, suck, you little
Listening to her voice telling me to suckle, calling me a kid, left me with an endless hard-on.
- Oh, honey, are you sure you don't want a whole one?
I looked at her, I went down to her balls, I sucked her bag, I went up with my tongue at the base of the stick to her head, and then I swallowed that delicious stick again.
I sucked her dick for a few more seconds, and then I realized I was joking.
I had a great time filling the condom she'd put on my dick with warm milk.
- Honey, are you kidding me?
- I 'm sorry , but ...
I was making fun of her and sucking on her dick until I stopped making fun of her and felt my legs soften.
I felt myself on the bench again, with my mouth licked from sucking her dick.
I looked at her and I said:
- You 're very hot Sheila
This time she was the one who was speechless.
I turned around and punched her dick again with the condom still on.
- You want a piece of the action?
- I want to.
I leaned over and sucked her dick again.
She started fucking my mouth hard and fast, making me almost choke a few times as the stick went deeper.
It stayed like that for a while and then I felt the condom start filling up with a hot broth.
Sheila relaxed on the bench, standing still, while I went up and down with my head, slowly, sucking on my dick, sucking on the head of my cock, feeling the heat of her fucking coming out.
The condom is full. She's stopped joking.
I lifted my head and sat down on the bench.
I looked at her, and she looked at me, gasping.
- Delicious .
- Delicious
- That's rare, you see?
- What, suck you?
You made fun of me without using your hands, just by sucking me
- This is...
- Have you ever cooked?
- Yes, but it was new. I've never done it before.
- Honey, believe me, you're still going to kick ass again.
- I will?
The way you enjoyed sucking me off, you're still gonna kick my ass.
I smiled. I said nothing.
She began to straighten her blouse, took some tissues out of her purse, pulled the condom out of her cane, tied it in a knot and threw it out the window, wiped the cane clean and threw away the tissues.
I did the same thing with some scarves she gave me.
- you take me back to where you got me?
- Yes , it is .
We went back to the street where she was checking in, and she came down, and before she closed the door, she said,
- Love, when you want to make full, look for me, I'll love to eat you
- I 'm looking for it .
She smiled, closed the door and stood, waiting for the next customer.
I went home, not believing in what I'd done, and with an overwhelming desire to do it again, with a warmth not just in my dick, but in my ass, too.
I knew that sooner or later, what Sheila said would happen: I'd kick ass again.