The marvelous ambiguity As I said to Adèle, I now want to taste the pure eroticism of the cross-dressing, even of the transsexuality, of the other and not only of myself, that which the simulacrum of the femininity on a very beautiful male body. This fantasy has always been with me. How many times during the awakening of my sexuality have I taken advantage of my mother's absence to dress in her underwear where I sometimes left traces of my shameful pleasures.Appointment made, again by internet, on a site dedicated to the third sex with a beautiful transvestite very promising and wonderfully feminine of about thirty years. I show up at his place at the beginning of the afternoon with a beating heart, wearing under my pants a thong of my wife who squeezes my sex pleasantly and interferes between my buttocks. I am all excited at the idea of ​​the discovery ... I ring, the door opens and I see a thin face, very painted, red lips and a short black wig. In short, very credible, perfume of prices, languid gestures, serious and veiled tone etc .... I make myself recognized, he whispers his nom de guerre to me, Adeline. The door opens, I enter a darkened room, he / she closes behind me and I uncover it entirely,A literal dream creature. She sticks against me, draws my mouth to hers and we deliciously mix our languages. I band and I feel against my belly under her skirt his hard cock hitting my belly.Not so quickly she said to me, do not be too impatient, I deserve to be discovered with small steps. I can't wait too, but you have to take advantage of the happiness and excitement of waiting. I am a woman at the bottom of me, a truly whole woman and nature has gone astray, it happens. I never wanted to be operated because I know that I arouse the desire of men much more in this way. I am the Hermaphrodite, both Narcissus and Dyonisos, I am the Greek statue of white marble of these perfect beings with milk breasts, diaphanous skin who lift the folds of their tunic to show their male sex, sometimes wise, sometimes brandished. This is how I want you, under my domination, under my empire. So you have to deserve me.She offers me a drop of grappa di moscato, very strong, very fragrant, very good, in a tiny crystal glass. I am sitting next to her, her scent invades me, her raised skirt reveals her long thighs and the birth of his strange virility. I sip my grappa thimble. I am a little drunk. I tell her my obsession with transsexuality, with the perfect beauty that has inhabited my dreams since adolescence. I told him how much I liked, at the Louvre, to contemplate like a voyeur the statues of hermaphrodites in the Greek department.16She smiles, she lets me bury my face in her neck to breathe in her scent. She remains seated upright, impassive, but now lends herself to my caresses. She drives Me Crazy. I slide her skirt on the floor and, above the edge of her black stockings, I see ... I see her cock springing up stiff and straight over the edge of her thong under her black garter belt, I also see two beautiful shaved balls emerging from the side of the thong. It's mind-blowing beauty, eroticism and provocative sexuality ... I have a dry throat, I drop my pants and I take my erect penis out of my wife's thong ... I stroke her face, I kiss her lovingly, I brush her lips as my hands caress her chest. Finally she lets go. She turns her face to me and me offers his red mouth. We kiss with full tongue, I strip her of her see-through top as she takes off my shirt, I grab her small, pointy breasts under her bra as she takes our joint sexes in her hand and wanks them together . What happiness, what madness! In a jiffy our torsos are naked and we are only dressed in our thongs and for her in her black stockings and her garter belt. I get down on my knees and I shove his big cock tight in my mouth, grabbing his testicles which literally fill my hand. We gasp with pleasure, I hear a groan of pleasure coming out of her throat. My saliva coats his cock, I inhale, I swallow to the back of my throat, it comes and goes in my mouth, his balls hit my chin, she takes my head in her hands and sinks even more thrusting into my greedy mouth: my tongue licks his penis, wraps around it, that it is thick and round and smooth and soft as silk, it's good ! She refuses to come so early, she picks me up and leads me to her big bed. She is splendid with her legs of a goddess, perched on her heels of fifteen centimeters, her penis erected in front of her and her perfect buttocks undulating to the rhythm of her steps.We are both seized with a kind of violence. For me it's like a desire again to be a woman and to be taken like a woman by an androgynous ... making love like dykes, as if our cocks were olisbos, rubbing our breasts and the tufts and mixing our languages.We throw ourselves on the bed and she comes over me, her silky stockings caress my legs and her garter belt prints on my thighs, stomach and hips. I feel his erect cock hitting mine and her belly pressing mine. I feel her intruding with authority between my thighs in my crotch. She jerks with desire against my buttocks. With a movement of the hips I raise my thighs very high, rocking backwards by spreading my thighs to enclose her waist. Raising above my buttocks apart, she presents her stiffened priape ​​at the entrance of my anus and sinks into him, pulling us to each other a long groan of pleasure. His position in balance above me forbids him the big thrusts but by the simple weight of his body I feel him fit into me more and more. 17I slide my hand under her belly to grab my cock and jerk off at the same time as she penetrates me to the bottom. We both moan with pleasure. Suddenly I feel the root of her penis vibrate and a wave run through its rod while she crushes her mouth on mine and twists our tongues, making a groan of pleasure spring from her throat. His penis fills me even more and his sperm explodes in me. Under her belly I grabbed the root of my cock and pulling on it to hurt myself, I too made myself ejaculate at large boils between our welded bellies. A cry of pleasure bursts in unison from our throats and she falls back to my side, her stomach covered in my love juice while a flow of semen exudes from my anus. She collects some of this juice, mix it with mine and tenderly massage our stomachs with the mixture of our liquors. Still sticky with sperm we embrace and kiss again and again, rubbing with delight thighs, stomachs and sexes. She is a woman to the tips of her nails, a woman in the depths of her body despite her magnific ...

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