(I pick up the narrative from part one.) I gazed upon this beautiful, perfect woman, Deb, with an appreciation that had no words at the time. When I later analyzed the experience, it would feel almost spiritual. I felt blessed to be in that moment, and yearned to have her love me. I vowed within myself to please her in every way possible, and earn her ongoing affection. Before we had met in person, she explained that she had been on hormones for more than ten years. She was almost apologetic, suggesting that I might be disappointed by the size of her penis. Little could she realize how glorious her genitals would be perceived by me?
I began gently massaging her smooth belly, with both palms flat against her skin. Working in unison, I kneaded her flesh, oh so gently. I used my hands to rub in circles pressing my thumbs against her midsection in loving caresses, and touching the base of her tiny shaft with the sides on my index fingers. My hands finally resting in this position, and I instinctively allowed my thumbs to slide down and around her scrotum. The tips of each thumb sat on the upper rim of her anus momentarily, before I brought them upward, thereby lifting her little ball sack. I remember it was quite small, and the skin was relatively smooth, with almost imperceptible wrinkles. All smooth, and hairless, it set before me supported by my thumbs, and resembled half of a shiny golf ball, attached to her body. I looked close in my somewhat euphoric state, and saw a glistening drop of pre-cum resting like a minuscule pearl in the slit atop her petite cock. It was a small drop, but I was longing to taste her flavor.
Intense desire took over in that moment, so I positioned myself on my stomach, with my face hovering over her private area. My hands took hold of her hips, as I lowered my puckered lips on to her swollen cock head. With just that warn head between my lips, I quickly sucked three or four times. The drop of pre-cum that I had observed oozed onto my tongue, followed by another drop from deeper in her shaft. It was a flavor I will remember until my dying day.
I researched the techniques required for fellatio, and applied them in this moment. Protecting my lover’s tender flesh from my teeth, I eased her into my mouth slowly. I wanted as much of her “clit” in my mouth as possible, so I pressed my face into the flesh surrounding her shaft, and sucked repeatedly several times again. Her moans and the quivering of her body told me I was achieving the effect I desired.
I pulled back, and sucked her head alone, then down again to take in her fully engorged member as deep as possible. This went on for a while, I don’t know how long, because time was far from my mind. I alternated my sucking between fast and slow. Sometimes sucking hard, and sometimes pressing down on the top of shaft, and pressing the head flat against my tongue. I pause at least twice to take her soft scrotum into my mouth for sucking, and flicking my tongue against the soft flesh surrounding her small balls. The feeling of her cock against my cheek was empowering.
I never wanted this to end, but my lover moaned between gasps,that she was about to cum. Initially, I considered allowing her shoot her cum into the top of my throat. But selfishly I suppose, and wanted to taste her offering so much. I squeezed the base of her shaft between my thumb and the base of my pointer finger, while still holding her head between my lips. Three or four pumps up and down the shaft was all it took. The flavor of her hot tasty reward was wonderful.
She didn’t cum very much, she never did. Deb reasoned it was because of the hormones. I never cared about the quantity, for the quality always left me hungering for more.
About five months later we were married. It was illegal at that time, but she had lived as woman for so many years, and was incredibly passible, we weren’t questioned when she applied for a marriage license. I wish I could say we lived happily ever after, but we didn’t. A little over a year and half after we met, she asked for a divorce. Six months after that, she asked me to take her back. She had left me for a former fiancé, who started abusing her within months. By that time I realized she was a person who would never be happy in committed relationship, so I declined.
The next time I’ll describe the first time I fucked Deb.
