A Tale of Two ClittiesOne day I was checking out the bulletin board in a local adult bookstore. My eyes danced across the listings. Dungeon masters, couples looking for a third, but then I stopped, there it was, “Lonely virgin crossdresser seeks same”. My heart jumped in my chest, and my cock twitched in anticipation. I tore off a tab with her number and promised my feminine side I’d call.A few days later I finally worked up the nerve to call her. I had battled all the familiar fears; would I look good enough, would I get hurt, was this even for real? My inner girl screamed for release, so I picked up the phone and called.”Hello?” Said the soft voice. “Uh, my name is Jan”, I stammered; I got your number off the bulletin board. I’m a CD like you”. She replied, “That’s great, want to meet? I entertain.” “By the way, my name is Molly” she purred, “Come see me”.”Sweet!” I replied, my voice softened to a feminine level. “I’d love to finally be dressed with another queen.” She gave me directions to her house and I committed to come over the next evening, in drag, to have a drink. I swear I was shaking all over when I hung up the phone. But it was a happy shaking.The day flew by like lightning. As the clock approached time to leave, my hands trembled; which made putting on eyeliner a challenge. I must admit though, with the years of practice I did look pretty hot.I put on my favorite long, teased red wig, adjusted my cock back between my legs, smoothed my black capri pants, and slipped into my gold three inch come-fuck-me pumps. Then I stood at the mirror, checking out my new off the shoulder cheetah pattern long sleeve blouse, making sure I was showing a lot of bra straps, and then pulled on several gold bangle bracelets and rings. “God, Jan,” I said out loud, “I’d fuck you myself.”I did look good. There’s no substitute for years of practice and accumulating accessories. “The perfect whore look,” I whispered, “I hope this turns her on.”The drive was mercifully short; I’m always tense when I’m out in drag. The sun was almost down when I pulled up to Molly’s bungalow. I followed the driveway around to the back of the house, and shut the motor off.One last check of my makeup, a quick spray of cheap slutty cologne, then dropped the keys into my large gold purse and got out. I saw the curtains move at the far end of the house and, knowing I was being watched, did my best ho-bag butt twist up to the door. “You can do this Jan,” I whispered to myself; drawing a deep breath for courage and knocked on the door. “I wish I had put on one more coat of red nail polish,” I thought to myself.”Just a minute!” Said a girly voice from inside. The sound of high heels on tile grew louder, and the door opened. My eyes drank güvenilir bahis in the most luscious transvestite I’d ever seen. It was obvious she too had a lot of practice – she was really put together. “Well, hello beautiful,” she purred, “You’re right on time!”She wore a blue silk robe that ended just above her knees. Her face was adorable, with evening makeup and false eyelashes. I really loved the black lip liner with red lipstick, in the same style as mine. Of course I used a bit of burgundy in my lipstick and eyebrow colors, as they work better with the red wig.Molly’s wig was blonde, styled in an up-do fashion with spiral curls on the neckline and temples. Her eyebrows were black, and she had achieved that smoky eye shadow look that I never could master.Below the hem of her robe were black seamed stockings that disappeared into feathered black open toed high heels.I could tell this was going to be the best coffee break I ever had!She invited me in, where we exchanged a girly hug, careful pecks on the cheeks, and allowed our ample falsies to press together momentarily. Molly smelled of a sweet perfume, I didn’t recognize the brand.”Put down your purse and let me show you my home,” she said, leading me by the hand to this room and that. Of course, what caught my eye was her bedroom. It wasn’t very girly, more gender neutral – with a touch of porno movie set. Let’s just say, “Well lit”.The bed was almost the only piece of furniture, with a small night table and a directional pole lamp that added the porno set feel to the room. The covers, white like everything else in the room, were turned back almost to the foot of the bed. The room smelled clean, like freshly bleached sheets. A large white bath towel was spread across the middle of the bed. “I see you’ve planned ahead,” I giggled. She gave me a coy smile and winked.Large mirrors hung from the wall at the head of the bed, and at the side. Each appeared to have been carefully positioned to view the action in the bed. I noticed a large decorative garment hook on the wall next to the bed. I thought to myself, “I wonder what that’s for?” Somehow I was sure I’d find out.From there she showed me the bathroom, with the sink area crammed cosmetics, and a red douche bag hanging on the shower rod. Seeing that, my girly cock was beginning to want to move out from between my legs.At last we sat down in the living room on her beige leather couch. It was very comfortable, almost too comfortable. It made me want to linger. My eyes took in the several abstract paintings on each wall. She switched on her stereo, which started playing “Dude looks like a Lady”.We chatted for a few minutes about makeup, shoes, hair, and how we enjoyed crossdressing. Just then the güvenilir bahis siteleri coffee pot gurgled, and Molly clicked off into the kitchen for that coffee I had been promised. I watched her butt as she walked; every step a naughty story.A couple of minutes later she returned with a silver coffee tray, with white porcelain cups, cream, sugar and spoons, and a small ornate pot in the center. Also on the tray was a crystal bottle containing what looked like bourbon. “I hope that’s booze,” I thought, I need some liquid courage. It was bourbon, which Molly added to my cup.We resumed our girl talk, sipping hot mixed drinks from the daintiest cups. Just then, I noticed Molly’s housecoat slipping open, revealing a bit of shiny black leather garterbelt beneath. As the talk turned to sex, her girl cock began to emerge. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.”You like? She purred. “Yes I do,” I whispered in my most feminine voice. “You can touch it,” she whispered. Which I immediately did, caressing it lovingly.Molly reached down and slid her hand into my capris, finding my cock and pulling it out. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment and then gently kissed. As I tasted her lipstick and smelled her makeup, my head spun with joy.We embraced, kissing full on the lips; each holding the other’s now swelling cock. Our breathing became deeper and more rapid.Coming up for air, I begged another cup of coffee. Molly happily obliged, leaving her housecoat on the couch, and strutting off into the kitchen in a manner hotter than any stripper I had ever seen. What a hot ass! I knew I absolutely had to fuck it; and I wanted her to fuck me.She returned, quicker than before, this time giving me full view of her cock. It was still soft enough to dangle, but must have been seven inches long. My mouth watered in anticipation; I wanted to taste her jiz, to hold it in my mouth and savor its taste.I reached out with a girly wave of the fingers, inviting her to join me, but instead of sitting down, she seductively dropped to her knees before me and pulled down my capris, grabbing my meat and guiding it between her red lips. I moaned and held her head as she circled the head with her tongue, sucking in a way I had never experienced.I was instantly in tranny heaven.As she gently sucked and kissed my cock, I attempted to sip the spiked coffee. I tried in vain to act casual but I had to set it down to keep from spilling it. She was that awesome!As she slurped on my cock, I squeezed her falsies; Molly made a happy sound, her mouth filled with my clitty. I then caressed the crack of her ass. She moaned with delight. I couldn’t reach her tranny pussy, but I was close enough to get her going. Chill bumps appeared on iddaa siteleri her forearms.She sucked and fondled me until my legs trembled violently and my cock blasted out a gusher of scalding hot cum that left me breathless. After several powerful waves of orgasm, Molly raised up and wiped her lips, smiling at me. “Was that as good as you’d hoped?” She asked. “Oh my God!” I panted, “That was amazing!”Molly stood up, revealing her fully erect girl cock. “Want to reciprocate?””As soon as I can move,” I groaned.She let me recharge for a few minutes, sitting next to me sipping burbon coffee and fondling her meat. She touched up her lipstick, using the tray as a mirror.Finally, as I sat up and pulled up my capris, Molly shifted around with her head on the arm of the couch, one leg up on the back, and the other foot on the floor. Her clitty stood erect, and she took my arm pulled me down toward it.I breathed warmly on her crotch, and then kissed her smooth thighs, taking in the slight smell of sweat and sex. Her crotch was shaved bare. Not a single public hair. Molly moaned and purred her approval. “Suck me baby!” She begged, “Suck me!”.Knowing this was a moment of truth, I pushed past my fears and began to kiss along her shaft and around the head, leaving lip prints all over it.I licked off the clear salty goo oozing out of the tip and then took as much of her cock in my mouth as possible. I loved the way she smelled, I loved the tastes, I loved the way that cock felt in my mouth, and I loved being with a queen as kinky and horny as me.I sucked and bobbed like a machine, sending Molly into orbit. She screamed and moaned as I lost my mouth-virginity to her girl cock.Molly lifted her leg from the back of the couch, and wrapped it across the back of my neck. She gently pulled me still closer to her. I could smell the newness of her shoe and felt the smooth texture of her stocking on the base of my neck.I bobbed, sucked and drank the juice from her rock hard clitty. I didn’t want her to ever climax. I wanted this to go on forever!Finally, shrieking a stream of obscenities that would make a longshoreman blush, Molly pumped into my face, spraying a torrent of jism against the back of my throat. I swallowed, swallowed, and swallowed again. As she panted and gasped, I held her last squirt in my mouth like a fine wine, taking in its taste. I arched my head back and swallowed, satisfied in my femininity. I reached up and caressed my breasts, running my hands down my stomach, and ending at my crotch, where I noticed a spot of wet ooze from my own clitty.Then, leaning back down to her, I gave each of her balls a lingering kiss, knowing it wouldn’t be long before I would play with them again.Molly’s crotch smelled wonderful, a mix of sweat, jiz, and the last whiffs of cologne applied earlier in the evening. I love that smell.We sat in silence, staring into each other’s eyes, sharing volumes of unspoken words. Words of love, of peace, of caring and sharing.