It all started whenever I was young, too young to be believed. My parents were gone, My dad was at work, and my mother had decided to go out garage selling. I was bored out of my mind and was playing with the Pomeranian. It had ran into my mothers room and darted under the bed. I gave chase, jumped down on my hands and knees and peered under the bed to find the dog, but while down there had come across what I thought at first was a flashlight, it was long and had a button on the end of it. I grabbed it thinking I could see better under the bed, and quickly noticed there was no light on the end of the stick, it was just a round tube with a rounded end. It even had a texture to it for extra grip I thought at the time.

Still trying to figure out what the heck I just found, I pushed the button, and the thing started buzzing. I knew instantly at that point what it was, because my dad had a big massager that he used after a hard work day on his back. I jumped up on my mothers bed, and started trying to massage my body, I don't know why I did it, but I instinctively wondered what it would feel like on a more sensitive area, so I moved the long pink object down between my legs while my panties were still on. It tingled at first, but after a brief time, everything down there started getting warmer, and I could feel a convulsion of muscles deep up inside my pussy area. It felt strange at first, but then picked up a rythmic beat and the pulsing became stronger and stronger until finally something magic happened. My body started convulsing, I started making sounds that were out of my control, and my whole body balled up, but I didn't want to remove the vibrator because it was so incredible.

It was a magical feeling, I felt as if I knew something that no one else in the world knew about. So I started to repeat the behavior, over and over again. Then about 5 years later I was cleaning out the garage and came across a box of my dads that was marked college stuff. By this time every teenage girl wants to know what her father was doing in college. I opened the box and there was all sorts of drawings, and text books, notebooks, and at the very bottom of the box whenever I had almost given up, I came across my very first pornographic magazine. My heart raced by what I saw on the cover, and I could feel the wetness and heat come over me. It wasn't the images really, but the fact that they were taboo, forbidden, and hidden in some box in the garage. I pretended like nothing had happened, and once again waited for my parents to leave the house.

This time I remember clearly, I peaked out the sheer curtains in my room and watched my parents car leave the drive way. This time they would be gone over night. My pulse raced and so did I, straight for the box in the garage, and scrambled for the dirty magazine. I ran straight to my mothers room and dove for the spot under the bed, but the vibrator was gone! What the hell! Did she take it with her? I was so let down, and so pissed off that I was being denied any satisfaction. I quickly thought to myself, there has to be something else in this room, and started looking. Pulling out drawers, opening up boxes, going into their closet which I had never done. It was then that I found it! While digging through my mothers shoes, and removing all the shoe boxes, I grabbed this large black object with a cord and some sort of dial control attached to it. I grabbed it by the chord and tugged on it, and out came this thing, still to this day I don't know what you call it. It was flat on the bottom, but arched like a saddle on top, it was made of leather, and in the middle of the saddle was a shaft looking object that looked nothing like a flashlight. It was funny shaped, and looked organic, like it had veins and stuff but it was made of rubber.

I immediately plugged the object into the wall, and the vibrator in the middle of the saddle started vibrating, and spinning while slightly moving up and down all at the same time. I turned the dial on the chord and it would speed up, or slow down. I pushed a button that said head, and it started getting warm! I instantly tried to do the same old routine of pushing my panties up against the object, but it was moving around too much and it was awkward for me to stand with my legs spread at the right height to keep from impaling myself on the object. I was stumped and sat on the bed, and looked over at the dirty magazine. I opened the page and had seen something that I will never forget to this day. I saw two women having sex. That's not the strange part, one of the women had a penis! Not a strapon, but this beautiful woman had a penis like a man would have. I didn't know women could even have penises! I immediately got wet between my legs just looking at it, and then decided that if I was going to have what I know now to be an orgasm, I would have to put the penis on the vibrating saddle inside me.

It was my first time, so I turned the vibrating part of the saddle off for a bit. I pulled off my panties and maneuvered over the top of the vibrator part. I squatted down, and pushed against the object a few times, but could not get it inserted. It was my very first time, and the alignment was off a bit which I didn't really get at the time. I took my hand, reached down between my legs, grabbed the tip of the vibrator, and lined it up with my wet pussy. I then took my two fingers and moved my lips open, and at the same time slid downward. It was awkward at first. I got the very tip in, and turned on the vibrator and it rotated out. I tried again, only a little deeper this time, I could feel it pushing inside me and meeting resistance, so I stopped once again. I turned it on and it started spinning, vibrating, and pumping in and out of my pussy. It was deep enough not to fall out, but it was uncomfortable and felt too large. I then remembered what I had learned in gymnastics while doing stretching, that sometimes you have to push yourself in order to be able to do the splits. I then started putting a little weight downward onto the object, then I felt something inside give way, and I slid down much much further on the object. It was painful and felt good at the same time, but I wasn't going to stop now until I had reached an orgasm.

I sat down on the saddle and could feel the object buried deep inside me. For a minute I thought about my mother riding the same exact toy, and how I never thought she was the type to own something like this, and felt a little dirty riding the same sex toy which had already been in my mothers pussy also. I was determined though and I wasn't stopping now. I was sitting on the saddle, and it was facing my parents bed, and on the bed was the magazine opened up to the page of the woman with a dick pounding the other woman. I'm getting wet this very minute still to this day thinking about it. It wasn't long before I came, and came hard, I was stuck on this thing, and convulsing back so much that I couldn't find the control, I leaned forward while climaxing over and over again, physically I was spent, and I couldn't reach the control, but I managed to reach over and yank the chord out of the wall.

After all was said and done, I got up and there was a fair amount of blood all over this device. I was scared and confused, and thought I had injured myself. I would later come to understand that I gave my virginity to my mothers vibrating saddle while looking at a beautiful transsexual fuck a woman. It was so erotic, and so intense. It is something I will never forget. After which I became obsessed with wanting and fantasizing about being that woman I saw getting fucked by a transsexual.

That's when my sexual deviant life started. Something inside me wanted to be with transsexuals. I of coarse at later points in my life had seen men, and had even had sex once with one, but it was uncomfortable, and I found him and his awkward hairy naked, hairy ass, very unattractive. Transsexuals are smooth, soft, and beautiful to look at.

Anyway that same summer It all started, I had started reading more and more about sex, transsexuals, even going to the library and looking up medical books on the subject, only to find out that every one of them started out as a man. So in my small world and my teenage way of thinking I figured I needed to find a boy my age who I could groom to be my sex goddess with a dick. I know this sounds strange, but you have to understand that I was a teenage girl going through puberty, growing breasts, feeling all of those hormones, and craving to be with something that I could not find in my world. I was the creative type anyway, artistic, into drama, and great at putting on a show.

So as I set out on my quest for my new companion. I was constantly looking for a very beautiful teenage boy who I could nudge, and mold into what I wanted. I found this one day while walking past the band room. His name was Bret. He was about 5 '9 had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was very slender in build. I immediately started my flirting and flirting turned into talking on the phone, and talking on the phone turned into showing up at my house while my parents were gone. I told him that he should come over to my house for a swim in the back yard, and he showed up at my front door right on time. If he had only known what my true motives were, he would have run. Hell I didn't even know my true motives at the time, I was really just making it up as I went along. We soon found ourselves after a very awkward greeting time, in the back yard, and in our pool. We were swimming around, and I kept swimming around him, intentionally bumping up against him, until finally we were holding on to one another in the middle of the pool. My eyes looked up as passionately as I could muster at that age, and my mouth opened slightly so that he could feel my breath. It worked and before I knew it we were kissing.

This went on like every normal relationship for some time. He was finally at a point where he was begging me to have sex, and I kept making him jump from one hoop to another in order to achieve what he wanted. I had no idea the power that I had over him at that point. First I told him that I didn't like hairy legs, then I told him that I liked guys with longer hair which he let grow, I even convinced him to let me pierce his ears. Both of them!

Well I have to go, so from here on out, you will have to use your imagination, to hit the high spots, we did end up having sex, after I did his makeup, and confessed to him how much it turned me on.

In the end, we had lots of sex, we ended up dating through college, he ended up on female hormones, grew some pretty awesome breasts, much larger than mine, and we split up not because of any sex issues, but because of personality differences. He still to this day has tits, and dates girls so I guess he wasn't too bad off.

I ended up finding the right transsexual for myself, and all ended ok in the end. We ended up married.
I guess in a way I think of him as a beautiful sexy male, after all, he has a dick and cums in me all the time. He is sterile, but that's ok because we don't have to use birth control. To me we are just the couple I wanted to be all along.