You Never Forget Your First...

Every girl remembers her first taste of cock. I would guess most T-girls especially – after all, we’re women too, but we have a cock sitting between our legs – just out of reach of the lips but for the most flexible. Oh, how I wished I could wrap my tongue around myself and pleasure me for hours…okay, months…at a time! It would stand up tall, with the stainless steel hardness of the teenage penis, and just dare me: come on, suck me!

At least I could come all over my own face. I loved the feeling of hot sperm splattering my cheeks, lips, tongue, even if it was own. I’d lie in bed and let it melt whilst I’d finger my ass. Even as a teen, it too was hungry for girl-cock. Sorry fellows, I only spread my legs for the third sex. And even then only very judiciously. I’m no slut, at least until you gain my trust. When you do, I want it all, every night and three times on the weekend.

Anyway, I remember my first night with a t-girl like it was last night. Sara, as young and lithe, like me, and she too was smooth from the chin down. And her girl-stick? Perfect. Better than average, thick like a mountain fog and curved so it drives you crazy when it’s deep down under. Sara almost always gave me a hands-free firehose orgasm when she drove herself in between my cheeks. We’d laugh as the come sprayed wildly all over us. Great nights, those were.
But there was a first time, there always is.

I still remember vividly pulling down those white panties of Sara’s, bulging in expectation. And then, there it was – her dick for me to play with. I’d just refreshed my lip gloss for this, after all, is it not good etiquette to ensure your lips are freshly colored just prior to their sliding down your lover’s shaft? I thought and still do.

Anyway, it was shorn clean of hair, soft, freshly lotioned and scented with Coco Chanel. I picked it up with my lips and tongue. Still soft, it slipped onto my tongue as my lips left a red ring at the base. I was a bit surprised at it being kind of cold. I guess a naked and shorn shaft doesn’t retain heat well, but inside my warm mouth, it was warming up nicely. It was a nice flavor, like skin but muskier. My tongue began looking around.