skirt. She let the shear, blue skirt drop to the floor at her feet before kicking it aside, piling it atop her crumpled pink tank.

I stared, mesmerized, by her amazing, rosebud ass cheeks that were hovering in my face, clad only by a thin pink and white striped pair of lacy boyshorts that rode up between her cheeks. But something was amiss. As I stared down into the sweet, hiked up crease where the bottom of her panties met with the underside of her ass, I noticed a rather odd pouching toward the front of her.

“You ready?” she asked.

Still a little confused in my drunkenness, I just replied with a hesitant, “Uh sure… ready for what?”

Lindsay turned to face me. I was looking up at her face, staring back down at me. Her silly, devious grin had been replaced by a confident, stern, expression. I followed her nude form down the protruding bones of her lithe collar, across her perfect, pert, teardrop breasts, and then onto her skimpy little pink and white-striped boy shorts.

Instead of a flat, lower tummy curling into a smooth, sweet little girl cove, what I saw waving in my face was a flat, sexy little tummy sliding down to meet with a thick, knobby bulge.

I still didn’t get it. I thought it was some sort of joke that I didn’t understand. But then my encumbered mind managed to reach through the chemicals to put it all together. The reason Lindsay always wore skirts when everyone else was wearing tight jeans; the nature of the unique relationship she shared with Mai and her constant hinting at the ‘secret’. She had tried to tell me. Hell, she probably thought I already knew, and the last thing I wanted to do was act like a shocked, naïve, little country boy and embarrass her about being a tranny.

“Nice cock,” I stated plainly.

Lindsay’s expression softened back into that smile. I noticed behind her that Mai had momentarily ceased her oral assault on Joey’s cock cannon and they were both staring back in mine and Lindsay’s direction. “Yeah, well, what are you gonna do with it?” Lindsay quipped.

I reached up and placed my hands on her hips. I kissed up the outside of her leg and down around her inner thigh. As I worked my lips, nose and face ever deeper in the searing hot gap between her legs, I felt her hardening cock rub against my brow and eye socket. She was moaning as I continued to tempt her with my lips. My hands, which had been groping her sides and ass, reached under the waistband of her boyshorts and slowly peeled them down her legs. Her cock flopped free as they descended, nearly slapping me in the eye. I removed her panties and she kicked them to the side along with her other shed clothing.

I was now staring at the hard cock of the gorgeous girl whose pants I’d been dying to get into since I first came to this town. Her dick wasn’t immense by any means; it was rather modest, not likely much more than five inches or so, and of average girth. Her balls were also dainty, matching her cute little cock. Against her delicate, petite frame, however, her package dressed up nicely.

I pecked at her tip with my lips while my hands explored her now bare ass. Then I just swallowed her in.