Love of Tranny’s, T Gurls’s and Trap’s. Part 2.*MaggieMy story would not be complete without writing about another first for me, another experience with my beautiful, sensual Maggie that would change me forever. They say you never forget your first time, and with Maggie there were many first’s. I can still feel how my legs got weak the first time she touched my young, throbbing, hard cock. The feeling of being light headed, almost intoxicated when her lips first wrapped around my cock’s head. The feeling of pure lust and curiosity as I brought my own lips to her cock. Her beautiful body, her feminine ways, her perfume. All the things that a young, horny and cock curious, boy could ever want and more. On a warm summer day, she drove me out to a quiet, wooded area. I watched her walking slowly through the trees, moving her hips, and every couple steps looking back at me and smiling. Oh, how I loved to watch her from behind. With moments of sun light breaking out of the branches above, she was the most beautiful thing bartın escort I had ever seen. Yes, I had it bad for here, what young man wouldn’t? After a short while, Maggie began to undress as she walked. First, she pulled her short, thin, yellow summer dress up and over her head and let it fall to the small branch and leave covered ground. Now only wearing a small thong that seemed to be perfectly painted on, framing her perfect, little ass, she took a few more steps and then stopped. Facing a large tree, she placed her hands on the rough bark, arched her back and said, “Come fuck me, baby.” Up to this point, our wonderful experiences had been limited to heavy petting, kissing and blowjobs, both giving and getting. All of which I could never seem to get enough of, by the way. Now, she was going to let me, even wanted me, inside her. I was already hard before I even touched her. Young lust and relentless desire took over as I kissed her shoulders and neck and pressed my hard bartın escort bayan cock against her ass crack. Maggie pulled her little thong to the side, and handed me a small package of lubricant. I had only dreamed of fucking up to this point, but no further instruction was needed. As she held her thong to the side, her cock tightly restrained by the material, her back arched, I looked down and pointed the slippery head of my cock at her surprisingly attractive little brown hole. I couldn’t help but make a mental note of just how much I wanted to lick it in the future. With a slow, but steady push, I was inside her. Her soft sounds told me to keep going, told me that she loved it also. My hands on her hips, my cock moving in and out of her asshole, all I could think was I’m fucking, I’m fucking! There was no greater goal to a young man than that and I was getting it, right there and then. My smile must of been a mile wide. Her tight hole opening for me, letting me pound my escort bartın dick into her. My hands gripping into her hips and pulling backing them with each thrust. I wasn’t going to let this end!However, it all ended to soon and I exploded inside her. My breathing short and labored, her moans soft and sensual. After I pulled my spent cock from her, she turned. Noticing my smile, she smiled too. I think maybe she even knew that she had just given me a gift of a lifetime. Placing her arms around my neck and pulling my lips to hers, she kissed me. I remember thinking that this must be how lover’s kiss, soft, lovingly and romantic.The feeling that came over me after that day in the woods is difficult to explain, but one thing I knew and felt was that of being “Man.” No longer a boy, a man, doing manly things. At the top of the “Man” list is fucking, always has been and always will be. I was now a member of that club. The club that had seemed to be so exclusive and so far in the future. I now felt confident, I felt as if I stood taller. Going into high school I felt as if I had a leg up. As it turned out, I did. It was almost like shooting fish in a barrel, as they say. So many boys just waiting and wanting to let their feminine sides out. I can’t wait to write about them and relive them with you.To be continued…