The Days when Girls still had Dicks

When I was a small boy I knew for certain that boys and girls were the same. Yes, I know, there was a little external difference: girls dressed in another way as boys. And when talking about behavior the differences were more pronounced: girls were more prim, swanky and wildly more giggly than boys. But when both were totally undressed they would look the same. Since I was intrigued at an already young age by other dickies than my own I found that a fascinating idea.

This idea remained when I slipped into puberty. No, not because I was a fool or a moron. You just have to understand the times that were. I was a boy from the heavily catholic, narrow minded and suffocating Irish country side where the more modern ideas of sexual education had not entered yet. My parents didn’t mention the word sex and as far as the nuns and fathers who taught us at school were concerned, they really felt no inclination what so ever to give some sexual enlightenment. The word “sex” was avoided, not only the “normal” male-female relationship. In that situation you might as well forget the other variants, like homosexuality, lesbians, transsexuals and transvestites. These were totally undiscussable and surrounded with stern taboos, as if they simply didn’t exist at all. So, my misconceptions remained, because nobody made the effort to adapt them to the reality. I had to find it out all by myself.

I guess I mentioned before in my other stories that during my puberty I drifted away from the mainstream: I fell in love with boys! But so every now and then the lightning bolt of passion hit my heart for a girl. But then it was the “boy-like” girl, the type of girl that joined us in playing soccer or in tinkering around on our racing monsters. No fully-dressed and splashy puppets for me! I was still 100 % certain that if I would take her panties off her a hard, sweet dick would appear, with which I was allowed to play full of vigor, while she would devote all her passion to playing with mine.

The disillusionment came soon enough! One of these “boy-like” girls had taken such a fancy in me that we ended up in her bed. While on her room I slowly undressed her, marveling at the sight: she was beautiful, had small, gorgeous tits, a lovely figure, in other words: she was a real beauty. When she only had her panties left on I started to wonder where she had hidden that thing I was looking for. The tissue was totally around her body, smooth to in between her legs, not a bump to be seen. We laid down on her bed and slowly I pulled the panties off.

What followed was total bewilderment in my head, even something that neared panic. There was no love lance to be found, only some mailbox-like slit between her legs. I looked utterly surprised to it. She looked back with an equally surprised look on her face, but probably her surprise had other reasons.

I turned her around, on her belly. I wanted to check the backside as well, but that looked totally normal. It was lovely ass with a nice little hole in between the buttocks. She looked at me with a worried look on her face and asked:

“Are you totally normal? Or maybe a bit deranged?”

I laughed as flippantly as I could and answered:

“No, honey, I just wanted to admire your lovely buttocks!”

I made every effort to take her in the way an experienced Don Juan would have done it. But being my first time the effort utterly failed and it was no more than a very clumsy performance, for which the same Don Juan would have been deeply ashamed and embarrassed, even in his young years.

After the “festivities” were over I went home. It was not bad what I had experienced, but still there lingered a vague feeling of disappointment. It was not what I had been looking for. Although nice, there had to be more than that, the ultimate satisfaction. I can safely assume that the disappointment was mutual, because I was never again invited in her room. Or even worse: she didn’t even look at me any longer.

The years passed. Being pressurized by the environment I had reunited the mainstream, I married and my gay feelings had been stored so deep inside me that even I didn’t know any longer I had them. And yes, I had finally realized that girls are built different than boys. I even learned about the “grey areas”, the drag queens, the sissies and the transsexuals. But it remained on the level that I had heard of it. I was perfectly happy with my wife and I had no inclinations in that direction whatsoever.

Until my gay feelings returned some years ago. But there was no interest in “girls with dicks” in the beginning. I fully respect each and everyone’s sexual wishes and desires, so I didn’t condemn it nor would I make a laughing stock out of a transvestite or transsexual. But I admit: most are limited to some disguise party and most of them look ridiculous once dressed up. They miss the real “finesse” of being female. For those who do it right I have the greatest respect. They take extreme care in choosing the clothes they wear, the makeup they use and in the behavior they express. In a sense they are real artists. Unfortunately I knew only a handful of them on the several gay chat sites I visit to who I can look for hours, especially when their short skirts show a glimpse of the panties with this enticing bump in it. But it stayed with looking and dreaming.

Until that day I was horny as hell. I decided to visit the sex-cinema in the town I was at that moment, just to look for a guy to play with. It was a Thursday, for the simple fact that the cinema had reserved this day for gays and lesbians. It saves you the trouble to find out if another is looking for a man or a woman. On Thursdays we are all there for the same purpose.

That is where I met her.

She was gorgeous! She was in her mid-thirties and moved around in a natural-looking gracious and seducing way, her long red hair flowing with her movements. She was pretty large, with long legs, but very slim, even almost slight. Her red mouth smiled sensually, showing a pearl white regular set of teeth. Her eyes were deep-dark, the kind of eyes you can drown in. She wore an ultra-short narrow and shiny black dress, which gave sight on a little piece of her panties. And yes….in the panties the desirable bump could be seen. In one word: she was “WWowwwwww!!!!”.

In less than the time of a lighting flash all my second thoughts about travesty vanished into thin air and I was burning with desire. I wanted her!!! Now the question remained how I was going to accomplish that.

The Gods were with me. It was not only I who was hit by a bolt of lightning. It looked as if it had sparked her too and that the spark was developing into a fire. Apparently she took a fancy in that still good-looking elderly man. Anyway, it didn’t take long before we ended up in a private cabin and locked the door behind us.

We started more or less calmly: kissing, stroking, caressing. Slowly my hand went over the smooth nylon stockings that covered her legs, going higher and higher. I looked into her half-closed eyes and decided to stroke over her panties. My heart bumped when my suspicion was confirmed: in it a hard dick was hidden. It was medium-sized but aroused to the extreme. Tantalizingly slowly I pulled off the panties. I finally was about to get what I dreamed of as a kid and an adolescent, a girl with in her panties a lovely hard dick.

I was rewarded. It almost jumped into freedom. It was not big, but it was absolutely lovely to look at with an uncovered head, that glistened from desiring moisture.

After all my childhood dreams I did what I always wanted to do at last. I kissed the head tenderly, sampling the taste of the moisture and then I kissed her balls. Maybe I became that innocent and unknowing adolescent again for a short while. In any case: I fell in love head over heels, that was for sure.

Gently my tongue slipped between her legs. No mailbox there, just smooth soft skin was found. I licked it greedily, making a small excursion back to her balls so every now and then. A groan of pleasure came out of her. She put her legs into the air, giving the tip of my tongue the chance to slip in between her perineum, frantically searching for the sweet hole that hid there.

All of a sudden she pushed me away. I startled, not understanding what she wanted or what I had done wrong. It seemed all to go smoothly.

There was no need for fear. She rose briefly, pushed me gently on my back on the couch and sat on me. Her buttocks ended up right over my face. I got the message and started to lick her hole passionately. She tasted like a delicacy, her inner fluids went over my tongue like nectar.

While I occupied myself with caressing her rear she started to suck my dick with a strange mixture of tenderness and avarice. It didn’t take long before it disappeared completely in her mouth. It was not the first time I was sucked, but it was by far the most intense and beautiful suck I had.

For a moment she stopped and whispered:

“Finger me!!”

I was totally willing to comply to that.

“But careful”, she added, “I’m very narrow inside”.

Yes, she was. One finger slipped in without too much problems. The second finger required liberal quantities of lubricant and I might as well forget about a third one. As a reward for my fingering exercises she started to lick and suck my man cunt. She did it in such a totally ecstatic way that my moaning must have been audible all over the cinema. But I was beyond caring about what the others thought. It was pure art she gave me.

I couldn’t suppress my remark, it was burning too hot on my lips to swallow it down. So I said:

“ I want to go inside you! I want you to make me mine!”

There was a short giggle. But then she looked at me with crestfallen eyes, kissed my dickhead softly and whispered:

“You already found out how narrow I am. You got a really beautiful and delightful toy, but I’m afraid it is too large to fit inside me. If it would have fitted I would have said yes right away, sweety!”.

I knew she was right, but couldn’t avoid a terribly disappointed look.

With an almost divine smile of comfort she looked at me and said softly:

“But there are other ways to make you happy”.

Without waiting for an answer she took my already oversensitive dick deep into her mouth. I had heard of deepthroating, but had no experience with it. I think this was it, because it felt like nothing else I had experienced. It felt like heaven…She didn’t take an eternity to suck the whole boiling contents of my balls into freedom and she swallowed it passionately and greedy. My roar must now have been heard on the parking lot as well.

She rose, took her panties and pulled them on. The magic of the moment was gone. She bent over and kissed my lightly on the forehead.

“I would like….”, I started to say.

She opened the door and was gone.

“….to see you again”, I finished my sentence into emptiness.

I couldn’t help it: I first had to regain my breath. Panting I let the things that had happened pass my mind. The door opened….was it…?

No, it was just a fat guy, who licked his lips when he saw me lying naked on the couch, including still hard and terribly wet dick. I don’t fancy fat!. I chased him out in a matter of second with my bad ass look.

I rose and dressed as fast as I could. I almost ran into the cinema to see if I could find her. There was not a trace of her.

I ran into the parking lot to see if she was there. I just caught a glimpse of her, entering a car and driving away.

With a sad look I stared at the car as it diminished rapidly, realizing that it would be a one off. But no matter that, this sweet and gorgeous transvestite had fulfilled the dreams of my childhood. I finally had my girl that had a dick. And the real thing surpassed everything in beauty and tenderness I had dreamed of.