Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 20:44:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Love With a Tgirl Part 7

In Love With a Tgirl (part 7)

I discovered late in life that I loved transgendered woman.  This fictional
account imagines what life might have been like if I had realized it
earlier.  I hope you enjoy this fantasy. BEur3ka

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I awoke the next day and just lay in bed, thinking about Melinda.  She was
actually going to give up her balls so she could legally become a woman.
While the very idea of it really bothered me, I was beginning to accept it.
Melinda was born with balls that she should never should have had, and she
was just setting things right.

I had come to really like Melinda's clitty.  Without a vagina I presumed
that we would make love anally, but I had never done that before.  None of
the girls I had dated were open to any anal experimentation – I really
liked the fact that Melinda was so anal-erotic – I loved to pleasure
here sexy ass!

I didn't want to move too quickly with her, and I was eager to slip inside
her, but I didn't want to rush things with her.  I read about anal sex on
the internet and learned that to avoid pain there had to be plenty of lube
and I would have to go slow.  I was excited to try, but afraid of hurting
Melinda – I just wanted our lovemaking to be the most wonderful thing
ever – not something incredibly painful!

I daydreamed about being married to Melinda – to waking up next to her
and doing everything together – cooking, daily activities, everything.
I liked that thought, and began to wonder about kids.  I wasn't eager to
have kids – the fact is that I didn't really like kids all that much,
but Melinda might.  Certainly the holidays are quite different with kids –
I decided to discuss it with Melinda.  There was no need to do anything
right now, but I wanted to understand how she felt about it.

I wondered if a legal gender change for Melinda would allow her to pass as
a woman through all government agencies – that might be important for
adoption.  I was aware that there were cases of same-sex adoptions, but
many adoption agencies were reluctant to place a child with a same-sex
couple.  It might be even more difficult for a transgendered couple.

It seemed like a legal gender change for Melinda would be critical to our
future, and I felt so thankful that she would be willing to do so much for
our future.  Yes, perhaps she was the girl for me!

I worked on one of my term papers until after lunch, when I could go to
Melinda's.

Arriving there, I was welcomed by Mom.  She said that Melinda was still
getting ready for the day and would join us shortly.  "Mom, were you hoping
to have grand-children?"

"Are you kidding?" she said, "every mother wants that, but I had given up
hope for that years ago."

"I"m not in a hurry," I said, "but if Melinda wants, we could adopt."

"Adoption is difficult for normal straight couples," she said, "it could be
even more difficult for you two."

"Once Melinda has her gender change, we should look like a normal straight
couple," I responded, "but there probably won't be much that is truly
'normal' in our lives."

"Things may be challenging enough for the two of you," said Mom, "I won't
press the kid issue, I'll leave it all up to you two to decide."

I smiled and thanked her for understanding.

Melinda joined us in a few minutes and kissed me, slipping me her tongue as
he mother watched.  Mom said, "if you plan to do more than that, take him
to your room!"

We were both surprised to hear that, but liked what we heard.

Melinda took my hand and led me upstairs.  We entered her room and she
closed the door.  Turning to me, she put her arms around my neck and
kissed, me, then said, "I want you to make love to me – my virginity is
yours!"

"Are you sure?" I asked, "you can only give that away once – so you need
to be sure I am the right man for you."

"You are, dear," she said, "I am absolutely certain of that."

"But here," I protested, "with your mother downstairs."

"I've had that conversation with her," Melinda explained, "and she is ok
with it, as long as it's with the right man – and YOU are the right
man!"

I kissed Melinda tenderly and we undressed each other and I led her to the
bed.  I rimmed her to warm her up and then inserted two fingers into her
using plenty of lube.  Working my fingers in and out, while gently
spreading them, she appeared to be ready to receive me.  Slipping on a
condom, I added more lube.

I stood by the side of the bed with Melinda on her back.  I pulled her
toward me and placed her legs on my shoulders.  Pressing myself to her
tender rosebud I pushed very slowly and gently pressed into her just a bit,
and stopped.

I reached to her nipples and gently squeezed them, and said, "are you doing
ok?"

"Yes, Melinda said, "I'm ready for more."

I pressed into her just a bit more and stopped, they pressed again and
stopped."

Melinda was smiling broadly, so I took that as encouragement.  With two
more gentle pushes I was in, and stopped for her to adjust to the feeling.

As I pushed in slowly I said, "now tell me when I reach bottom"

In a few minutes Melinda said, "that's it."

I noted how far I was in, and made a point to stop before reaching this
point again.  I stroked in her, slowly at first, and then more quickly.  It
was amazing wonderful – tight and warm – I had to consciously fight
off climax – not wanting to leave her unsatisfied.

Holding her legs close to me I gently squeezed her nipples as she moaned
with delight.  I looked at her clitty and could see that she was
substantially aroused.  Putting some lube on my hand, I took her clitty in
my hand and massaged it while stroking her.  Soon she climaxed, the sight
of which took me to new heights and I followed shortly.

We both caught our breath, and I gently pulled out.  I told Melinda to stay
there while I walked to the bathroom and disposed of the condom, washed up
and returned with a warm, wet wash cloth.

I cleaned up Melinda front and back and returned the wash cloth to the
bathroom.

Returning to the bed, I lay next to her, kissing her tenderly.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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