I think I was about eighteen years old when I started having good times in my grandmama's old car in her back yard. We were living on the closed end of Washington Street at that time. It was an old 1952 Buick that hasn't ran in many years. and was one of my favorite places to hang out in--especially when it was raining. It was my private world at that time, and I loved the sound of the rain falling on the car and the privacy it afforded me. After grandmama went to bed, I took care of my chores and then sneaked out to the car for my private moments. Sometimes I would read, other times I would just sit and think, or maybe just doze. Then there were times, when I had my naughty moods.
It made me hot to stand in front of the full length mirror in my room, admiring myself. I was sort of short, being about five feet-five inches, but I didn't mind it. I loved the way my nightshirt just reached to below my hips--exposing my large shapely legs. There are traces of fine hairs on my upper thighs and calves now, but they made my legs look sexier--especially when I greased them down with Vaseline and wore heels. Another of my outstanding features were my full lips, that looked espec- ially lusty when I wore lipstick, and it really excited me when I knew how Bobby loved them, particularly since I became his suck freak.
I knew something was different about me ever since Bobby started fucking me. He knew he was fucking the woman in me, and I knew it too. I accepted what I was, and my grandma did too-- that was all that mattered.
It wasn't really known until a few years ago, that I wasn't neither a boy or girl. I was a hermaphrodite, meaning I had the attributes of both. In my case, I had started developing breasts and a body of a female, the difference was, I had a small penis instead of a vagina. Nobody knew of this but me, my grandma, and the family doctor, and of course, Bobby. During the day, I dressed as a boy when I attended high school, but the nights were mine!
No one ever suspected that anything was going on between me and my friend, Bobby. We always kept our little secret to ourselves. As far as our other friends were concerned, we were just good friends. The neighborhood boys knew that I was sissi- fied, but they also knew, I had always been like that. They never really teased me or made fun of me. In fact, they protect- ed me from the few guys who tried to disrespect me.
The girls loved me like I was one of them We did girl-talk and even hung out together most of the time. So, my life in that respect wasn't too bad. It was my hormones and sexual urges that I had to deal with. I just couldn't allow myself to be a public playground for the guys, if you know what I mean. I just did my thing with Bobby, and I trusted him dearly. We were very dis- crete with our activities and never gave the appearance of any- thing going on between us.
I knew that after I graduated from high school, I was going on to college. My grades were very good. I was an excellent student and well liked. I figured when I went away to college, I would start dressing full-time as a woman, since I had developing breasts and all the other features of a woman.
Lets get back to my favorite spot--the old car in my backyard. At night, many times I would get in the very roomy back seat, it was like sitting in my living room. I looked forward to laying there in the backseat with my legs propped up on the back of the frontseat, making love to my dildo. After lubricating it, I would rub it across my anus with one hand and roll my nipples between my thumb and forefinger with the other. This made me so hot, that I would start pushing my toy into my asshole while grinding against it. Once I got it all in, I would really get down--fucking it good. I would pump it in and out for what seemed like an hour--then change positions and do it a different way. I would actually have several anal-spasms.
After a while, I could feel the pressure building up to the point that I would erupt like a volcano, then I would just lay there and recuperate, caressing my legs and rubbing my nipples. Often enough, I would work myself up to starting the whole scen- ario again. Many times I would get out of the car weak and wobbly--but very satisfied!
These activities didn't take the place of my being with Bobby. He worked a part time job and couldn't be with me all the time. When he did, it was a whole different scene. In fact, he's coming to be with me tonight--I always made it a point to be in the back seat of the car waiting on him. It was raining rather hard tonight--so I knew this was going to be a special time for us. Rain always put me in a sexy mood.
While sitting in the backseat waiting for my lover, I started stroking my legs, and admiring the fine hairs slightly revealing themselves through my stockings that reached high on my thighs. I looked at how lusty my mules looked on my feet, and how my nightshirt barely covered my hips while sitting. Bobby loved how I dressed--it was an instant turn-on for him.
I didn't have to wait long for Bobby, I saw him coming up the driveway with an umbrella, and I mean he was steppin'--he couldn't wait to be with his Suzzie. I had to smile, because he always made me feel so special! Bobby opened the back door and got in--dropping his umbrella on the floor of the front seat and sat down beside me. He had a way of looking at me that started the fire in me burning instantly.
I didn't wait for small talk, I quickly straddled him-- hungry to feel his bulge pressing into my crotch. I kissed him hard and passionately--he always loved how my large soft lips covered his, like he was being consumed. Bobby loved for them to be wrapped around his hard cock. We kissed till we got hot and breathing hard.
It was a ritual for me to give him a good blowjob before he fucked me--it sort of took the edge off. When he did fuck me, it lasted much longer, after giving up his first load deep in my sucking mouth. Bobby's cock had grown quite a bit in the last year--it had gotten longer and thicker. But I soon got used to it. Now when I suck him, I'm able to take it down my throat, and really enjoy its thickness.
I got off him and slid down to the floor between his legs and unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, baring him to my lusty desires. By him not wearing any underwear made it easier for me to get right to it. It made me tremble to look at his big cock standing so tall and proud.
My hands slowly started caressing it, feeling the thickness and how stiff it was--waiting for me to service it. I could feel his eyes admiring my glossy red lips he so loved. I knew how he craved for them to ride his cock, giving him that extra thrill. I was turned on, knowing my mouth was giving my man so much pleasure.
I began rubbing my lips across the head of his cock, tasting the precum that drained from the slit. I loved the taste of his salty cum, it made me dizzy--like I was on a high. I continued to rub my soft lips through his precum and spread its wetness over the head, making it all slippery and ready for me. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the underside of his shaft from his balls to the tip with the flat of my tongue, while cupping his balls in my warm hands. I began sucking the head of his cock into my mouth, and gently fluttered my tongue around the crown--applying a slight suction. I knew he liked it, because his cock started twitching and jumping, and he began grinding his hips into my face.
The darkness, and the sound of the rain falling hard on the car set the mood for us. We were in our private world with no one to bother us. Slowly I sucked in more of his thick cock. I had a way of talking to it while sucking, and when not talking, I would hum and groan while stroking him. It was like I was tuned in on sucking his cock and shutting out everything else. It made me one with him.
Slowly my lips rode down his shaft to the base and lingered there, gently squeezing it, while mashing it with my tongue--feeling his cock tremble. With it down my throat, I rolled my tongue up and down the bottom of its shaft, this he especially liked. I then applied a strong suction as I slowly moved back up to the head--again fluttering my tongue around the crown. Opening my lips wide, I exhaled hot air over the head--and went down quickly, gobbling his cock in completely.
His thick love meat completely filled my mouth, and I really loved the feel of it down my hungry throat. I took him deep and held him there for long periods of time, massaging him with the rolling of my tongue, only coming up for air every now and then. I did this time after time, until I felt that he couldn't handle it much longer. I didn't want him to cum too quickly. I slowly pulled back to the pulsating head--moving my wet lips all around it, teasing it--bobbing my head up and down, just sucking in the head and then releasing it.
Cupping his balls in my hands, I knew it was time to finish him off--time to allow his fat cock to explode down my throat. Opening my lips wide again, I swallowed him down to its base and then some. I was in another world, and consumed with an out of control lust. Tears flowed from my eyes, and I whimpered as my tongue rolling up and down the bottom of his shaft. I knew he was about to reward me dearly by giving me all the cum I could swallow.
Keeping him deep in my throat, I nursed like it was a paci- fier--just backing off enough for air, then taking it all in again. I felt his cock pulsating and swelling, getting ready to pop and shoot its warm salty lava down my throat. My strong lips and tongue began priming this mighty piece of meat--applying a strong suction I knew he couldn't survive.
The heavens suddenly opened up as he erupted, shooting his juices down my throat--pumping his cock deeper with every spurt! I swallowed it all and wanting more, sucking it like I was suck- ing milk through a straw. I held his swollen cock in my mouth until my baby settled down, only then would I release it.
I no longer gagged when taking him deep. I learned to control myself to the point of being able to deep-throat him with comfort. Deep-throating him really turned me on, I loved doing it for him--knowing he got great pleasure out of it too. I never rushed to get him off, I tried to make it last as long as I could--knowing very well that was what we both wanted.
Sometimes it would last a half hour or more, then we'd rest a little and then went at it again. There had been times when I would make him cum two or more times before we were through, but then, he wouldn't have anything left to fuck me with. When I sucked his cock for that length of time, we both were completely satisfied without fucking--of course, other times it was all fucking.
Before we parted for the night, I wanted Bobby to fuck me. I was still hot from sucking that juicy hunk of meat of his, and now I needed him inside my begging ass. I laid back on the seat and placed one of my legs on the top of the front seat and the other up on the rear window ledge. Bobby leaned back and admired how sexy I looked and began rubbing my legs and thighs. He would then kiss and brush his cheeks across my feet and lick his way up my legs to the top of my stockings. He loved the feel of the flesh of my bare thighs above my stockings. Everything he did, all the spots he touched and kissed, made me tremble and shake with desire.
Bobby then buried his face in the crotch of my panties and rubbed it against the little bulge of my hardened penis. I delighted in how he licked and nibbled at it through the fabric. In quick gasps, I sucked in air when he licked the creases be- tween my balls and thighs. All the while, his hands were caressing my legs, and I knew he loved feeling the fine hairs on them.
Then he placed his groping hands under my buttocks and lowering his mouth close to my love tunnel--blowing his warm breath across it made me shake with ecstasy. I loved it when he licked the area between my anus and balls, he knew that really turned me on. I always make it my business to flush out my rectum using my grandma's douche bag and thoroughly wash my crotch area. My hygiene was important before making love with Bobby. I was ready for him to shove his cock up my love tunnel--ready for him to make love to me.
He pushed my legs back towards my breast--putting my voluptuous ass up in position to take the penetration of his cock. My lovehole was pouting and popping open and shut with the anticipation of being entered. I wanted his hard cock to fill me, and spread my quivering walls with the thickness of its shaft. I wanted his cock to pound me unrelentingly.
While kissing my swollen lips hard and full, he placed both hands under my buttocks and caressed its cheeks, knowing that would really stoke my fire. He moved his kisses from my lips to my neck, and then to the erect nipples of my breasts--licking and sucking them till they were hard and swollen. I embraced him tightly, trying to control my breathing and spasmodic movement of my hips. I bucked and ground my pelvis up into him--wanting him to plunger me.
Finally, I felt the knob of his cock pressing against the entrance of my anus, slowly spreading it. I helped him by grinding up to receive it as he pushed it further in until its head reached the resistance of the sphincter muscle. I readied myself by kissing him passionately, consuming him with my soft moist lips.
After a few shaky strokes, he finally pushed through, and sanked into my garden of forbidden fruit. It felt like his cock was touching my belly button. I almost fainted from the quakes of pleasure it sent through my body. My muscles clamped down and snatched at the massive shaft, applying a heavy suction that pulled him in deeper. Guttural groans escaped my throat as he started thrusting and pounding my voluminous ass. Bobby was whimpering and panting as he rammed deeper into me. Tonight, he showed no mercy fucking me. He was fucking me the way I wanted him to.
After a while he would change up and began long stroking me--pulling his cock almost out and plungering it back in, down to his balls--pounding my cheeks. He was fucking me good and I loved every second of it. My moans and groans and the slapping of his balls against my ass, echoed throughout the car. I grunted and snorted uncontrollably loud, with every thrust and stroke. My meaty ass raised up and met his thrusts and stayed in rhythm, not missing a beat. Its flesh quivered from the constant pound- ing. Again tears flowed from my eyes as I kissed him all over his face and bit into his neck and shoulders. Bobby was giving more pleasure tonight then he ever had. He was fucking me good.
My asshole was pulsating and trembling as it clamped down on his enlarged shaft--massaging it--nursing it. The only words I was able to speak was 'fuck me' which I repeated over and over. And he responded 'yes' over and over with every stroke he pounded me with. He changed up and started short stroking me burying his cock deep, grinding into me hard and slow, causing me to have one anal spasm after another. I knew he was building up to one hell of a eruption.
He kissed me so hard that his lips sank into my generous lips--spreading them, sealing any escape from our world of passion. Our fucking got hard and shaky--trembling, anticipating the ultimate joy that was coming. Then time stopped as we erupted together, his cum filled my guts, sending waves of light flashing through my head as my own juices released between our bodies, causing us to slide in its thick nectar. I couldn't get enough of him. The pressure of his cum and his swollen cock shook my world
Honey, if anyone would have seen that old Buick rocking in the rain that night, they would have known--Suzzie was getting fucked good!
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