T'amore
06-17-2008, 11:21 PM
…that’s still a fond sexual memory. I have to date myself here unfortunately, but I was very young in 1979 when I came to San Francisco looking for sexual adventure. I had a hippie androgynous thing going at the time but was a very practicing heterosexual. I had gay friends but had never been exposed to anything transgender except the campy drag queen scene, which was fun, but not sexual for me. In Frisco I fell in living w/some other hippie types, next door to a household including 3 t-girls, one hairy cross dresser, and 2 lesbians. Not being versed in transgender I wasn’t sure what was happening w/those 3 girls, except the one who was saving for her surgery. We used to party together, and their parties always had the most stunning transgender women, who certainly turned me on. (A great thing about Frisco then was the intermingling of sexual persuasions, not the segregation you see today – it really was a lot of fun.) One night, some assorted folks, including the t-girl who went by Bella Donna, were hanging out at our place. Bella was blonde and cute in a girl-next-door way, didn’t glam it up like the others so wasn’t as striking at first look. But she was pudgy and curvy with an alluring softness and sweetness. I had with me a g-girl I’d started dating recently in good part because she was a willing slut. We were smoking weed but everyone, actually, was feeling pretty bored, kind of wasted. It was almost midnight. Then, astoundingly, the doorbell rang with a rush special delivery. I didn’t open the door, my friend did. He came back with a box in which we found some 100 quaaludes. You know, for months we’d been after a friend in Philadelphia hooked into that scene to send us a supply, and suddenly he had by some special courier. Imagine that! Things get a bit jumbled but I soon found myself watching my date, sprawled on the rug, being undressed by two of my buddies. They were joined by a third guy I didn’t even know, and they proceeded to group fuck that girl into whimpering pleasure. And the thing is I was really, really enjoying watching this spectacle – I didn’t even want to join in. I was sitting on a mattress on the floor, stroking my cock, entranced by the pornographic tableau unfolding in front of me. Suddenly I felt a wet mouth come over my cock. You already know it was Bella Donna. Certainly, I’d been sucked off by women who enjoyed it and did it well, but Bella went at it with a special tactile pleasure. Of course, maybe it was the time, place, drugs but who cares. So now I’m watching my date get gang-banged while Bella is sucking my shaft. She was wearing a casual muumuu kind of thing so I reached down the front and began fondling her puffy little breasts, very sexy, especially when she started moaning – later I wondered about that when it seemed to me that many t-girls enjoy their breasts but don’t actually get direct physical pleasure from them. When I reached around and began feeling her ass, first through and then under her panties, she really began squirming. Then I went for it – she had, actually, a small dick but it was rock-hard. Now she was sucking like mad – she really wanted me to come but I didn’t want to yet. So I raised her head, gave her a great big smooch, turned her over and went down on her. I went at it rather madly myself. She tried to slow or stop me at one point, maybe she didn’t want to come or maybe I was scraping her with my teeth – what a rookie! But she soon exploded. I gave her another smooch, then grabbed my date, who’d been left cum-slimed on the floor, and took her to the tub. We washed and wanted to fuck but fell asleep in the tub and didn’t fuck til the next morning. But, wait, there’s more! A few days later Bella called me up and asked me over to share some cocaine. Was never into coke much, but I wanted to see her again. To make an even longer story short, we spent a lost weekend together getting high, looking at porn mags, making out, and mostly engaging in 69. Our favorite game was trying to come simultaneously, which was difficult because she tended to come quickly, but it sure was fun trying. Oddly, other than fondling ass with a little finger action, neither of us broached anal sex – lucky for me maybe because the plague was upon us in just a couple of years. At one point, we were so engrossed we didn’t notice her housemates had collected in the doorway and were watching us. They clapped when Bella came – that’s when I learned I was as much an exhibitionist as voyeur. I kept thinking we’d be getting group action going but it never panned out. Still, it was a great weekend. About a week later, a girlfriend from back east showed up and Bella’s household broke up – I think she moved to NYC. I never saw her again but I have never forgotten her. It was 15 years before I had another t-girl experience! That story was long…hope worth reading. I got hard writing it.