[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 4 -

Her soft smooth skin thickened and hardened at my touch.
Her clit?
Fuck me.
This was a cock!
I jerked my hand back in surprise.
"What the fuck? Fuck!"
Paula tensed and looked at me, her eyes wide.
I stared at her in shock; disbelief.
"You're a guy?! What the hell?!"
Paula looked distress. "I was trying to tell you. I have a cock. But I'm a woman. I'm no man. I'm a fully transgendered person. I've been living completely as a female for nearly five years. I started hormone therapy this year."
She said it again, emphatically. "Greg, I'm a woman. Yes, I was born Paul, but inside I'm Paula. Outside too. Completely. I always have been. All my life."
I was confused, flooded with emotion. I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't angry.
What I was, was goddamned surprised.
"Jesus Christ Paula, you never said 'cock' or 'dick' or...or...'penis.' Shit! You said
'clit.' "
I put my head in my hands. "Clit usually means pussy. Usually clit means wet pussy."
I looked back to her. Tears were welling in her eyes. I suddenly felt guilty for my outburst, for saying things that hurt and scared this wonderful...person...this wonderful woman.
"God Greg, don't be mad. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Jesus Christ." She turned to stand.
I clasped her hand and pulled, then gently pushed her down to the floor and lay beside her. The carpet was rough against our flushed bodies. I kissed her. I held her. I wiped a tear from her eye.
"Paula, I was surprised...I just wasn't expecting...wasn't expecting..." I said. "Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not angry. The truth is...I'm very attracted to you. Really, I am."
My own words surprised me. Aside from circle jerks as a twelve or thirteen year old, I'd never been sexual with anyone that had a penis. I'd never touched a penis, aside from my own. Never.
I wasn't afraid of cocks. I wasn't timid about cocks. I liked watching the guys in porn movies shoot their loads; I even liked looking at their cocks, watching them stroke. And yes, I always checked out the other packages in the locker room. Fuck, every guy does it; I don't care what they say.
But I'd never 'wanted' one though. Not ever. Not once.
Yet here I was, undeniably, even uncontrollably sexually attracted to someone with a penis. A cock and balls. A dick and the jewels. Like mine.
I took her hand down to my still hard shaft. "See?"
Paula looked into my eyes, searching, and began to stroke me softly. She nuzzled my neck. "Are you sure?" she asked timidly.
We kissed deeply again; our tongues wrestling and probing once more. My God, I loved kissing this woman.
I traced one hand over her breasts and down to her belly, and continued down further until I cupped the soft warm bulge between her legs. I rolled to be on top of her, and lifting her gently, pulled the neon pink "Love me Tender" panties from her pantyhosed crotch down to her knees, then down and all the way off.
"I'm sure."
In the dim light, I could see her beautiful shecock and balls nestled in the sheer pantyhose, a moist spot of pre-cum near her cockhead. As I stroked her softly through the hose, I could feel her cock growing and swelling; I could feel the heat rising within her once again. Touching a woman this way was such a rush, such a thrill.
Now, I really wanted to taste her.
I slid down further until my mouth rested over her pantyhose encased cock and as I kissed and licked her shedick, I stroked her and squeezed her with one hand. She was shaved smooth, even her precious jewels, and I eagerly licked and kissed them through the nylon.
Her smell was so sweet and sexy. Her musk filled my senses and I inhaled it deeply.
She arched her back slightly and I slid the pantyhose slowly over her perfect ass, until the head of her cock peeked above the waist band. I stopped there and went to her sweet cock, teasing it with gentle kisses and licks.
"Ahhh...." Paula moaned as she writhed on the floor.
"I want to be in your mouth" she rasped, "please take me in your mouth."
It was then that I could fully feel and see the length of her member. I'm short, maybe six inches when rock hard, but thick. I can rest a silver dollar comfortably on my shaft when I'm standing proud. Paula said it herself: I'm a thick boy. But this girl was big; easily 7, maybe 8 inches, and with a sharply pointed and circumcised head. In the dim light, to my somewhat unaccustomed eye, she looked monstrous. And she looked delicious.
I couldn't wait to taste her and swallow her.
I pulled her pantyhose down with so much force that I heard the fabric start to tear. Paula cried out softly and winced. I didn't care. I pushed the hose to her knees and kissed along her thighs, stroking her long and hard cock as I went.
My mouth found her balls, and I licked them greedily; long, wet licks and kisses all over her smooth skin purse. I loved to feel them move under the press of my tongue. Paula pushed her cock down onto my face and wiped it across my face, leaving little globs of sweet, clear pre-cum as she went. Her cock was hot and sticky, the head red and pulsing. Finally, I sucked her fully into my mouth.
"Ohhhh yesss...oh God you have a hot mouth. Oh that feels so good... so good."
I loved how her cock filled my head; how she quivered as I traced the ridges of her pointed tip with my tongue. I sucked and slurped her for all I was worth. I took her in as far as I could, until my chin was touching her balls, then back up to her tip again. I tasted the slight saltiness of her pre-cum and was amazed at how soft her cock skin was.
"Ahhh....god...." she screamed.
I was in heaven. I was sucking Paula's cock and I loved it. I loved it dearly. I never wanted to stop.
She began to pump her cock inside my mouth; began to fuck my face; fuck my head.
"Oh yes...." she purred. "Do you like tasting me? Do you like my clit baby?"
I released her from my mouth and licked her shaft from top to balls, and as I licked and slurped her silky soft ball sack I managed to say "yes. I love your clit. It's the most beautiful clit I've ever seen."
She sat up, bringing me with her, and then pushed me backwards onto the floor. She stood over me, her cock swaying and pulled off her pantyhose. She dropped onto my torso in a squat and kissed me hard, our tongues writing against each other in a maddening frenzy. She pulled away and presented her cock to my mouth, her hips thrusting and pushing her way in.
Fucking my face. Again.
I met her cock with my hungry tongue, greedily sucking and licking her burning hard member. She spat in her hand and reached behind her, her slippery wet fingers finding my dick and stroking, her fingers caressing my balls with each downward motion.
She turned, and dropped onto me, with her ass at my face and her cock resting on my chest. Sixty-nine.
I felt her mouth draw me in and I almost screamed. Paula knew how to suck cock.
She probed my balls with her fingers, and then her tongue.
"Oh yes, lick my balls baby" I pleaded. "Oh fuck yes...."
I gazed at her beautiful bottom, perched right in front of my face, her sweet balls and cock hot and wet on my chest. I licked her sweet sack and felt her quake; I licked up her root, along the root length of her shedick, to her brown and puckered, musky rosebud.