I met Sasha at the exhibition. The reason I paid attention to her was trivial: Sasha is an amazing beauty. She was somewhat similar to the marvelously beautiful young men from paintings on ancient subjects — Apollo, Hyacinth, Narcissus, and others — although she was also very feminine. Such black eyes, such a thick mane of curls, such a thin, lively face I have not seen for a long time, and to be honest - I have never seen at all. I got acquainted with girls tugovato, but then I said to myself: miss it - you never forgive myself. And surpassed himself ...

From the exhibition we walked together. Sasha was charming to madness. I shone as best I could, and Sasha laughed: I was a success. She was eight years younger than me, but was so clever and unusual that I felt like a gold miner who dug out an ingot. She even allowed me to take her home, but she asked me not to fall in love with her. She smiled when she said this, but I caught a serious note in her voice.

I did not succeed: after a couple of days I was mortally in love. Sasha, to my delight, clearly reciprocated me, which terribly embarrassed her: she walked all steps of rapprochement, as if submitting to the inevitable. This added to our love some kind of fateful mystery.

It was summer, it was hot, and I tried to drag Sasha to the beach. Normal, not nudist. Sasha flatly refused. She also refused to undress for me and, with tears in her eyes, asked “to remain only friends”, even though by this time we were kissing passionately and licked each other like kittens. I was offended by this, but I saw that there was some kind of mystery between my body and Sasha.

Sasha had other oddities: sometimes she talked about herself in the masculine: “I did,” “I went,” etc. With her fragile femininity, it looked very charming, and I began to call Sasha “my animal” or “ my hare. Even Sasha often paid attention to female beauty, telling me: “how do you like that? but this one? ”To be honest, they were not even lying next to her, which I honestly told Sasha, - and she objected, describing in detail how this or that girl was good. I have not seen anyone but her.

Sasha's mother treated me very favorably, even though Sasha was still a minor — she was only 17 — and clearly had high hopes for me. It was strange: Sasha should have had a long tail, - and yes it was: not once and not twice did I sew off boyfriends who stuck to her like flies to honey ...

Once, a month after our acquaintance, we were so stunned by caresses that I still managed to bare Sashulka to the waist. Seeing her breasts, which I dreamed so much - big, tender, sweet - I fell into ecstasy and kissed them so that Sasha rose to the ceiling. She frankly screamed of desire, but ... categorically refused to undress further. I, having overcome the temptation to be offended, hugged Sasha and gently, as I could, asked her to bare for me. I said: if she does not want sex, I will never force her; I can satisfy her desire with oral caresses, I can not touch her at all if she does not want to, but let her show me naked. Sasha cried, dressed and ran away.

True, on the way she called me and asked for forgiveness. I, not so much offended as I did not understand, asked to tell me everything. After all, I saw that Sasha really wanted love ... She said: if I undress her, I will instantly stop loving her. And she refused to say why.

The next three days I spent in agonizing speculations - what's wrong with Sasha? A flaw on the body? Ugliness? Disease? I assumed something terrible, like syphilis, and survived two hard nights. I was not scared for Sasha; in the end I decided that in any case I would be with her, no matter what happened. So I called her and swore that I would not stop loving her, even if it turns out that she is a whore, infected with all existing diseases.Sasha sadly laughed at this and said that everything was much worse, but she allowed to come. Full of the most terrible forebodings, I went to her.

She met me in a bathrobe. When I saw her, I pressed her to me, almost crying, and asked her about what tormented me: is she some kind of incurable disease? Will she die? Sasha waved her arms, and I felt a little light from my heart. She said that now I will see everything myself: she vowed not to undress to anyone and never, but she loved me so much and trusted me so much that she decided.

I asked to close my eyes. I closed my eyes, shuddering with chill in my heart; the robe rustled ... When I opened my eyes I cried out, not believing what I was seeing. Sasha was completely naked in front of me, and where this happens to women, she had a huge erect penis with eggs hanging up.

The expression of Sasha's face was impossible to describe, and mine too. I stammered, asked: what are you - a man? It could not be - after all, Sasha is so feminine, I could feel her femininity inside me, drank her like nectar ... She sadly said that she was not a man or a woman, but both of them together: hermaphrodite. She was very ashamed to say that. Only then did I notice the treasured folds under the scrotum ...

Shyly stretching out his hand - “can I touch it?” - I touched Sasha's farm and began to feel it under the eggs. He opened the folds, groped the bud ... There everything was quite right and Very Wet. Sasha twitched when I felt her, breathed more often, groaned ... Her face was sad and interrogative, her eyes sparkled, her cheeks burned like maki.

"And his? Can I touch it? ”- and I touched the member. Sasha nodded, and I, holding my hand in the squishing pussy, clasped her testicles with my other hand, stroked them, squeezed them ... Sasha frankly groaned - and I, dropping to my knees, licked her cock - once clitoris and scrotum. The groans increased threefold; God, Sasha whispered, - God, how nice ... How embarrassing and how nice ... Tears glistened in her eyes.

I took the dick in my mouth and began to do as I liked: lick the head like ice cream, gently wrapping it from top to bottom. Sasha twitched, screamed ... and I continued this blowjob, the first in my life, squished my hand in her pussy and stroked my testicles. She squirmed, wheezed and whispered: “no ... no ... no need ... Andryush ... aaaaaaaaaaaaa !!! ...

Her knees suddenly buckled, and she clung to my hair ... Two fountains poured me at once: one of them, bitterly salty, filled my mouth, forcing me to cough; another filled his palm, running down his fingers through his hand ...

When Sasha, ashamed, crimson and shaken, lay on the bed, and I stroked her all over my body and admired her double economy - only then I UNDERSTOOD and thought about what gift presented me love, what opportunities open up before us - and for the first time in my life laughed with happiness. Sasha asked: what are you laughing at? - and I answered her: “Sasha, Sasha!” You were afraid to show me ... but you are the happiest of women! What you have is happiness; we will drown you in such bliss that no woman has ever dreamed of! ...

Sasha finally realized that I was not disappointed, but quite the opposite - happy that she was such an unusual creature - and clung to me, crying from the excess of feelings. “I thought that I would never be able to undress, never ... this is the most ... Do you ... really love me the way I am?” And I said this again and again, caressing Sasha's chest.

Meanwhile, I was left unsatisfied, I did not even have time to undress, but arousal required an exit. I asked Sasha:

- Do you want me to make you a woman? Do you want real sex?

Sasha paused and then said:

- This is my dream. I thought - unrealizable. But ... just like that ... let's try? - And trustingly spread her legs, asking: - Will it be very painful?

I felt her pussy with the air of an expert, made sure that she was wet, even twist it, and said confidently:

“It won't hurt at all.” It will only be very good. Look, - undressed naked, climbed on Sasha and began to gently push a member ...