Date: Sun, 15 May 2011 03:38:02 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lady and the Lawn Boy, Part 3

The month that followed their first weekend together was a great one for
Sharon and Bill.  Despite their busy schedules they managed to get together
at least twice a week.  Bill had been taking the workout advice she had
given him and put it into his exercise regimen at school.  By the time the
fourth week had begun, Sharon said she had noticed some real improvement.
How she was able to track his improving physique was the highlight of
Bill's week.

When they would first meet at her rented house they would be lost in each
other for a period of time, with fevered tongue kissing and embracing.
Then she would lead him into the living room and have him strip down.  She
would then walk around him, examining every muscle with a professional eye.
She would have him shift his pose, flex an arm, or a quad and she would
make a comment or run a finger lightly along a definition line.

By the time she would come to his cock, it would be standing straight and
hard, and pointing at the ceiling.  The she would stand in front of him,
strip off her warm-up suit, sports bra and tight little running shorts and
slowly sink to her knees with a look of adoration transforming her face.
Her own 'clitty' would be firm and full, jutting up from between her
thighs.  Sharon would then give his cock and balls the same thorough
examination, but with added kisses and licks.

Bill would stand there looking down at her, watching as her lips would
slowly close around the head and she would treat him to the most amazing
blow job he could possibly imagine.  She would slide her wet lips along the
shaft until it was all in her mouth and then slide back off until just the
head was enclosed in her warm, moist mouth.  Her finger tips would lazily
fondle his balls as she applied suction and tonguing to increase the
sensations. They would be unaware of the time, they were so engrossed in
each other. Finally, Bill could endure it no longer and with a grunt he
would begin to pump his heavy cum load into her mouth.

Since meeting Sharon, Bill had stopped his daily ritual of masturbating at
least once.  He didn't want to waste any of what Sharon seemed to grave so
badly.  As he spewed his cum into her eager mouth, some would find it's way
past the seal of her lips and drip down the shaft of his cock.  On several
occasions his cum load was such that the excess would find it's way down
her chin to drip down onto her gorgeous tits.  And as like as not, she
would have her own orgasm, shooting jets of cum that would fall onto her
bare thighs.

In those instances when she didn't cum spontaneously, a few quick, firm
strokes while his cum was still on her tongue would set her off.  Once
their orgasms had subsided Bill would lift her up by the shoulders and
crush her to him to share a long, deep, cum flavored kiss.  Then he would
scoop her up off her feet and carry her to the bedroom where they would
fall on the bed, wrapped in each others arms and legs, kissing and groping
until Bill's cock had gotten steel hard and he would proceed to fuck Sharon
with deep steady strokes until she was moaning and writhing on the bed.

With the stamina of a healthy nineteen year old, this could last for quite
a while and it was not uncommon for Sharon to shoot a load of she-male cum
up between the two of them while she was being so vigorously ass fucked.
Finally, Bill would fire his second heavy load up her tight willing ass.
Once his balls were temporarily emptied he would slowly settle down onto
Sharon and they would talk a bit, each telling the other how amazing they
are.

The it would be time for a quick rinse off in the shower, followed by a
snack, eaten while they would sit together, naked on the couch.  More
kissing and fondling would begin and then Bill would make use of his
rapidly developing cock sucking skills to get Sharon hard again.  Depending
on their mood they would either engage in some mutual cock sucking at this
point or start more deep tongue kissing and take each others hard cock in
hand to stroke until they shot their third and last cum of the night. This
was the pattern that had developed over the past month and they had found
it to be immensely satisfying.  Bill tended to be in a state of near
perpetual amazement at his good fortune and Sharon smiled a lot more than
she used to.

So it was on a Saturday, late in the afternoon, Sharon was working on a few
potted plants she had on the front porch of the house, taking advantage of
a few free hours that resulted from a canceled session.  When she looked up
at the sound of footsteps she was surprised to see Bill walking along the
sidewalk on the opposite side of the street, seemingly oblivious to his
surroundings.  She called to him,

"Bill, sweetheart, what's going on?"

Bill looked over at the sound of her voice and appeared genuinely
surprised.

"Bill, come over here."

It was a good thing this was a quiet street because he just stepped off the
curb and crossed without bothering to check for oncoming traffic.  As he
approached, Sharon could see that he was a still little unfocused. When she
met him with a hug at the bottom of the porch steps she said,

"What is going on, Bill? You look completely lost."

"Um, well, I think it's because I'm likely to be homeless by the end of
next week," he replied.

"What?  What happened? Are your parents alright?" she said, gripping his
arm tightly.

Bill took a deep breath and seemed to regain some of his concentration.  He
put his hand over Sharon's and said,

"Maybe we'd better sit down.  There's something I should tell you."

The two lovers sat side by side on the porch steps, holding hands and Bill
began.

"I haven't been completely honest with you about some things.  I don't have
parents, plural.  I have a parent, singular, my mother.  I don't even know
who my father is.  All I know is it was some kind of quick thing, maybe
even a one night stand.  I think he might know about me, there might have
been some payments while I was a kid.  But I can't be sure."

By now, Sharon, shocked by what she was hearing, was recovering and had put
one arm around his shoulder and the other hand still held on to his.

"Well, anyway, apparently about six months ago mom met this guy at some
seminar.  She's into all this new age, alternative stuff and spends a lot
of weekends at these things.  So they decided to move to some commune or
whatever.  I didn't know they still had those.  They waited until the lease
was up on the house.  He came by today and they left around noon."

"When did she tell you?" Sharon asked.

"This morning when I got up.  She had her bags packed and sitting by the
door," he replied.

"What?" Sharon nearly yelled, appalled at such callousness. "How could she
do that to you?"

Bill looked over at Sharon, his face still looking slightly puzzled.

"We've never really been that close.  I think had it been anyone else they
would have terminated the pregnancy, but she's pretty fanatical about life
and such, you know, save the trees, don't kill a bug, that sort of stuff.
But it was more out of responsibility for a living thing, not love for a
son, ya know?  The way she put it this morning was, 'you're grown up now,
Bill.  I have no responsibility toward you anymore. It's time for you to be
on your own'."

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm not sure.  It really caught me off guard.  I've sort of known it could
happen but I figured she'd at least wait until I finished school.  I have
some money saved up but it was going for tuition and stuff.  I guess I'll
have to find a room somewhere, someone looking for a roommate," he said.

For Sharon there was no 'guess'.  It was perfectly clear what should be
done.  While it was all well and good to worship him as a Greek god during
sex, this was the real world and required a real world solution and she
would provide it.

"You already have a room, Bill.  In fact, you have a house full of them.
Right here.  You'll stay here tonight and tomorrow morning you'll get your
stuff and bring it here.  You're moving in with me," she stated
matter-of-factly.

"Really?  Why would you want to do that?  You have your career and it takes
so much of your time.  And I'm just a kid.  I know we have fun and all.
And you're the most amazing woman I could possibly meet.  Why would you...I
mean...really?" he asked, obviously a bit flustered.

She put her other arm around him, pulling him so tight he grunted a bit.
Then she pulled his head down on to her shoulder.  She leaned her head
against his for a moment and then lifted it.  She took his face in her
hands and turned it to her.

"I will tell you why, my dear sweet man.  Because you need this to happen.
After all this you don't need to be alone in some small room somewhere
wondering what happened to your world.  You need to be here where you know
someone cares about you and you can be happy and get on with school and
your business.  And because I need this to happen.  I need someone who
makes me feel the way you do and not just because of the sex.  I've had
plenty of sex before, but never as good as this. But you make me feel like
no one ever has before.  And that will happen every day because we'll be
together for a part of each day.  And we'll wake up in the morning together
knowing that when the day is over we'll be together again.  I want that and
I need that and I want you to be the one," she concluded, her eyes big and
Bill could see the vulnerability again.

"I can't think of anything I could want more," he replied quietly.

Despite how badly she felt for Bill, her gorgeous face broke out in a huge
grin.  She pulled him closer and kissed him.  It was a soft, sweet, loving
kiss that carried a hint of promise of things to come.  When they pulled
apart she said,

"Are you hungry? Or how about something to drink?"

"Um, yeah, I guess I could use something.  I haven't eaten yet today," he
replied.

Sharon shook her head and stood up and helped Bill to his feet. With one of
his hands in both of hers she walked him into the house, their house now,
and towed him to the kitchen table and sat him down.  She pulled some
things out of the refrigerator and put together a late lunch for him and
then sat down and watched him eat.  He didn't say much since it was obvious
that he was starving.  When he finished he sat back and sighed a bit, then
reached for Sharon's hand.  He gave it a squeeze and then brought it to his
lips and kissed it a few times.  Then he yawned and laughed a bit.

"Oops, sorry."

"Don't be sorry, baby.  It's been a rough day for you," she replied with a
warm smile.

"I guess I could use a nap."

"Good idea.  Wait a minute," she said as she rose gracefully from her seat,
scooping up Bill's dishes and putting them in the sink.

Then she took Bill's hand and pulled him out of his chair and led him to
the bedroom.  She pulled back the covers on the bed and said,

"Now strip down."

"Um, Sharon, I'm not sure I'm really ready..."

"I know that, silly boy.  You said you need a nap, so you get a nap, but
not in your street clothes.  Take them off."

He shrugged and did as he was directed.  She did the same.  As a sure sign
of their mutual fatigue, both physical and emotional, they were both
completely flaccid.  She crawled into bed and held out her arms.

"In you go," she said.

Bill crawled in and with a bit of prodding she got him lying on his side,
his back to her.  She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight.
Then with one arm she reached for the covers and pulled them up.  She could
hear his breathing slow almost immediately and just before he drifted off
she heard him murmur, "How did I get so lucky" and her tears began to flow.
She had been fighting to hold them back almost from the beginning but to
hear him say he was lucky after all that was too much.  They were not
sobbing, wracking tears but sad, bitter ones.  How could a mother so
completely disregard such a wonderful son?  He was thoughtful, kind and
hard working.  What she wouldn't give to have a such a son.  But he wasn't
her son, he was her lover, and her love she had to admit, and she would do
whatever it took to heal this hurt and protect him from any more.

As she was thinking these thoughts she didn't realize how hard her grip had
gotten and it must have woken Bill up.  She was startled out of her
thoughts when he said sleepily,

"Sharon, it's okay.  I'm not going to fall out of bed.  I'm safe."

She eased her grip and whispered in his ear,

"I'm sorry, baby.  Go back to sleep."

She kissed his neck and snuggled into this back but with a lighter grip
with her arms.  He was back asleep within moments and she soon followed
after him into sleep.  She was aware that she was awake again when she felt
him shifting his position next to her.  She could see that it was now dark
outside.  In the dim light that did find it's way into the room she could
see that Bill was facing her, his eyes open.

"Hello, sweetheart.  How are you feeling?" she asked.

He didn't reply.  He simply leaned in and began to kiss her.  After a few
moments, their lips parted and tongues swept back and forth.  Their passion
began to rise and quickly their bodies were pressed tight with arms and
legs entwined, their blood surging.  Bill began to kiss down her neck and
throat as Sharon began to murmur in his ear.

"Oh, yes, Bill, sweetheart. That's it.  Take whatever you need from me.
Take me.  I'm here for you.  I'm all yours, lover."

Bill then reclaimed her lips and their was no more talking, only ragged
breathing and the occasional moan.  This was not to be about making love,
this was an emotional bloodletting.  They were going to cremate Bill's pain
and anxiety in flames of passion and lust and Sharon was going to stoke
those flames anyway she could.  He rolled over on top of her, pinning her
with his well muscled body.  She wrapped her legs around his hips and they
began to grind against each other, their lips still locked together.
Knowing there would be no other preparation, Sharon managed to reach above
her head to the shelf that was part of the headboard.  She groped for and
found a small flip top bottle of gel lube.  With Bill still grinding she
managed to get some on her palm and with a bit of tugging got him to lift
his hips enough to get her hand on his cock and get the top half lubed. A
second dollop ended up being massaged around and into her asshole.  She
recapped the bottle and tossed it up on the shelf and by mutual consent
they maneuvered until Bill's cock head was at her hole and he began to push
in.

Sharon brought both her hands to his ass and began to pull him in, adding
impetus to his assault on her asshole.  The head of his cock popped past
the tight ring and she growled into his mouth.  With him pushing and her
pulling, he soon had the shaft sunk deeply inside her, aided by the
slippery lube.  Then he began to fuck her.  Whatever well of emotion that
was driving him opened wide and he poured every bit of it into his hips.
As he began to pile drive Sharon's ass, their kiss broke off and Bill
buried his face in her neck, leaving Sharon to just hang on for dear life.
A fly on the ceiling looking down would have seen her face a mask of
passion, her mouth open, her breathing ragged and her eyes rolled up in her
head with just the whites visible beneath half closed lids.

With his cock completely inside her and his pumping hips needing no further
assistance, she brought her arms up to his back, one across the lower
portion the other across his shoulders so her hand could cup the back of
his head.  They went on like this for some time, Bill's energy seemingly
limitless.  Sharon was the first to reach her orgasm.  With a growl that
slowly rose in pitch, she clasped tightly with her arms and legs and began
to pump her cum load up between them, to smear both their well muscled
stomachs.  She continued to buck and scream, and she reached down to claw
at Bill's ass with one hand.  She found his ass crack and let a finger slip
in, to massage his tight virgin ring.  She applied just a little pressure
and she heard him grunt, his plunges becoming sharper and harder. Finally,
with a muffled shout into her neck he proceeded to blast shot after shot of
hot, thick, white cum up his lover's willing ass.  And then, almost as
abruptly as it started, it ended.  With a final thrust and moan, Bill
collapsed atop Sharon, gravity getting a strong assist from her arms and
legs as she held him tightly to herself.

As she reveled in the feel of his warm, sweat slicked body against her she
began to hear muffled sounds that got her immediate attention.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Bill was saying as if he was sobbing.

"What are you talking about?  What is there to be sorry for?" she asked
incredulously.

"What I just did.  This way I took you, like I, I..., I didn't ask or...,"
he stammered out the words.

"Whoa, wait a minute," she said.  "Sweetheart, just stop right there, you
did no such thing.  Don't ever think that.  What you gave me was passion
and energy I never experienced before.  I understand that you're having
emotional issues, baby, and you needed that release, but so did I.  Good
God, that was the most amazing thing that I've ever been through.  And it
had better happen again, maybe not right away or often, but I definitely
want that feeling again," she said, pulling his face up so she could look
directly into his eyes. "And in case you didn't notice, I was giving you
plenty of encouragement there, so don't say anything like that again.  In
fact, don't say anything at all.  Just settle down here and lets get some
sleep."

She kissed him warmly but briefly and then pulled his head back down and
with a little shifting around, they got comfortable.  As their breathing
eased, with his voice thick and barely audible, Bill said,

"Sharon?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not sure I know what it really is, love I mean, but I don't want to
make the mistake of not saying it.  I think I love you."

Sharon felt a shiver run through her and she polled this amazing man/boy to
her and said,

"I think I love you, too."

Sharon woke up sometime later from a dream that felt warm and wonderful.
It was still dark out but she wasn't paying much attention because she was
focused on the warm wet sensation that was engulfing her cock.  She was on
her back with the covers down by her knees.  She could see Bill's back
facing towards her, his head resting on her stomach.

"Baby," she said, running her hand down his back.  His head raised up and
her cock slid from that wonderful place and he said just loud enough for
her to hear,

"Just relax and let me do this for you," and he went back to sucking her
rigid 'clit'.

She settled back into the pillows and just surrendered to Bill's gentle,
loving ministrations.  Bill sucked her entire shaft down and then withdrew
until just the tip was between his lips. He had the very base of her dick
encircled with a forefinger and thumb, her smooth ball sack resting on the
back of his hand. Sharon's only active participation was to slowly run the
finger tips of one hand up and down along his side from his well formed
lats down over his hip and end on his rock hard glutes, then back up again.
She was developing a real attachment to this boy's ass.  Her other hand
rested on one of her big tits, the hard nipple lightly held between two
fingers.  While he had only been at it a month, Bill had developed some
real skills as a cock sucker and she was getting closer and closer to the
edge and she began to verbalize her pleasure.

"Oh, Bill, baby, that feels so wonderful.  Oh, god, you're sucking my cock
so well.  Hmm, yes, you're going to make me come soon, yessss."

And with three more deep slow plunges, he tipped her over the edge.  Her
hips began to pump and she released a nice load of cum into Bill's mouth
which he eagerly gulped down.  He didn't stop sucking until she was
completely at rest and he had her licked clean.  He unfolded himself a bit
so he could look at her and said,

"I wanted to do something nice for you."

"Oh, baby, you did that and more.  Now you can do one more thing for me."

"Anything," Bill said.

"I want you to kneel next to me and jerk your load onto my tits.  I want to
feel your hot cum on my skin," she said in a husky voice.

Bill smiled and got to his knees by her side and took his hard fat dick in
hand.  There was already a fair amount of precum oozing from the tip.  She
began to lazily run her hand up and down the inside of his thighs and his
eyes closed in pleasure.  In the dim light she could see the line of precum
begin to flow.  She let her finger tips caress the underside of his ball
sack and that got him groaning.  Then she slipped her hand past his balls
and a questing finger found his tight pucker and she began to tease it.

"Oh, fucckkkk," he mumbled.

With a little light pressure she massaged the still virgin ring and could
see and hear the affect it was having on Bill.  She loved what she was
seeing.  The added stimulus was too much for Bill and with a grunt he began
to shoot thick ropes of cum onto her big tits.  Four solid lines laced
across the big orbs, some landing on her shoulders, some on her torso.  The
last few spurts were short and dribbled onto her belly.  With her free hand
she scooped up some of the pearly fluid and put it in her mouth.

"Mmmmm, so good."

She scooped some up and offered it to Bill.  While he had swallowed her
loads for several weeks now, he hand never tasted his own.  He opened his
mouth and accepted the offering.  It was different than hers, more tangy,
but he liked it.  Enough that he bent down and began to lick it off her
tits, causing her to squeal.  When she was clean they began to kiss,
swapping what they had left and then they cuddled into one another and
dropped off to sleep again.  Bill woke up to the sound of a very noisy
bird.  He was a bit disoriented until he realized where he was, Sharon's
bedroom.  With that realization came the flood of memories covering the
last twenty four hours.  That he had to be out of his house by the end of
the week, his mother taking off with some guy to a commune and then
wandering around until his feet brought him to Sharon's house and
salvation.  The memories turned dark for a moment when he recalled the
frenzied sex that to him almost felt like rape, but which Sharon convinced
him was as much good for her as it was for him and that she expected an
occasional reenactment of the passion and energy.  Giving it some thought
he felt it was connected to what she had said about liking to be able to
let go of control now and again.

He was glad he had had the chance to treat her to something slower and more
loving early in the morning and as he savored the feel and taste of her he
realized that he was alone in the bed.  He sat up and looked around and saw
a folded sheet of paper on Sharon's side of the bed.  He picked it up and
saw it was addressed to 'my dearest Bill'.  It told him that she had some
early sessions that morning and he should just sleep in as best he could,
then go get his stuff from the old house and bring it to their place.  He
smiled at those last two words.  If it looked like it would take a few
trips he should concentrate on books and clothes and the rest could be
gotten during the week.  He thought to himself, 'how much stuff does she
think I have?'  She went on to say she would be home late in the afternoon
and was looking forward to seeing him there.  She signed it and then added
a postscript.

'I know you felt guilty about how aggressive you were the first time last
night.  I will say again, don't be.  Whatever the source, the passion and
emotion you poured into our lovemaking was beyond anything I ever
experienced before.  I loved it.  Then to have you take control again so
gently and lovingly showed me two sides of a truly amazing young man.  I
will have to take back what I said though, about thinking I love you.  I am
now sure of it.  As sure as I have ever been about anything .  I can't wait
to be with you again this evening, all my love, S.'

He could only smile and shake his head.  He crawled out of bed and used the
shower as best he could with none of his things there.  He ate a quick
breakfast and then walked back home, if it ever was such. It didn't take
all that long to stuff his clothes in some bags, his books in boxes along
with a small stereo and an old video game.  All this went into the back of
his battered pickup, a little Toyota that looked like it went toe-to-toe
for fifteen rounds with a Peterbilt, and lost.  To this he hooked up his
small trailer that carried his mower, leaf blower and assorted hand tools
and gas cans.  He hoped Sharon wouldn't mind having this rolling ode to
rust parked anywhere near her nice Mustang.  So it was when Sharon walked
into the house late that afternoon she had already seen the old truck and
trailer pulled up the driveway as far as it could go.

What she saw on the couch, she liked a whole lot better.  Bill was
stretched out wearing only some older style athletic shorts that went less
than half way to his knees.  He was lying there facing the entry way with
his eyes open.

"Hello there, sweetheart," she said.

"Hi, baby, how'd your day go?" he replied

She smiled and laughed a bit.

"I could really get used to having someone here to say that to me every
day. It went very well, in fact.  How about you?" she asked as she watched
him get up off the couch.

"Got all my stuff out of the old house and had time to do a couple of
lawns.  I just got out of the shower," he said as he approached her.

"Ooo, darn, I missed that."

By now they had met in the middle of the floor, her arms going over his
bare shoulders as his bare arms slid around her back, their warm lips
finding each others. This kiss was long and deep and full of passion, but
tempered by the knowledge they had plenty of time and they could just enjoy
this moment.  When they finally did come up for air, Sharon rested her head
on Bill's shoulder and said with obvious contentment,

"Now that's so much better than coming home to an empty house."

"I'm glad you liked it.  Oh, dinner will be about a half an hour.  I threw
something together."

She pulled back from him and held him at arm's length.

"You cook, too?" she asked wide eyed and smiling.

He shrugged a bit and said,

"Some things, nothing fancy."

"Well, let me get out of this stuff and we'll take a look at what you came
up with."

She took her bag and hurried into the bedroom.  She was back out in a
couple of minutes.  She had shed the warm up suit and the hair band that
held her wealth of blonde hair.  She was wearing her straining sports bra
and very short, very tight running pants.  She was also barefoot.  She saw
the way Bill was looking at her and she said,

"I hope you don't mind.  I tend to wear this around the house a lot."

"I don't mind a bit.  As long as you don't mind me walking around with a
hard on most of the time."

Sharon giggled a bit and said,

"I think I kind of like that idea."

She walked into the kitchen and saw a couple of covered pans on the stove
top and that something was in the oven.  She looked at him with a raised
eyebrow.

"Baked skinless chicken breast, some mixed vegetables, and a sauce I found
that is very good but low calorie.  I had some at home, well, the other
house."

"How long?" Sharon asked, her voice husky.

"The timer's set.  It will let us know, about twenty minutes or so," he
replied.

"Good, I think we'll be busy until then," she said, her eyes smoldering and
indeed when the timer bell rang they were still locked together, leaning
against a kitchen counter, kissing passionately.

After eating and cleaning up, with Sharon heaping praise on Bill's cooking,
the two returned to the living room.  Sharon sat on one end of the couch,
pulling her legs up and patting the cushion next to her.  Bill sat down and
she took hold of him and maneuvered him around so that he was leaning back
against her, her arms around his chest, his head resting on her shoulder.
She brought her cheek to rest against his, saying,

"Hmm, this could become very habit forming."

"Almost addictive," he offered.

"I certainly didn't expect things to turn out this way when I first saw you
that time cutting a lawn.  But I couldn't be happier," she said.

"I'm glad you feel that way, I'm still kinda stunned," he said.

"Stunned?"

"Well, yeah.  It still hard to believe that someone like you could wind up
falling for someone like me," he said.

"Someone like me, how so?" she asked.

"Well, beautiful, successful, independent, self confident, all that," he
replied seriously.

Her arms tightened around him and she kissed his cheek.

"Well, I'm not going to explain it to you, my love.  Just think about it
for a while.  Just know that I did fall for you."

Bill fell silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being with
her and then he said,

"There is something I'd like for you to tell me."

"What's that?"

"How you got to be where you are.  I mean the transition, all of that," he
said.

"Oh, well, I guess that would be a story," she said, letting her hands run
across his bare, muscular chest and solid washboard stomach.  "Obviously, I
was born a male.  But as I got older it was obvious nature had trouble
making up its mind with me.  I could only be described as pretty.  My
brothers are good looking, too, but in a masculine way.  My sister is drop
dead gorgeous, but with darker features, you know, dark brown hair and
eyes.  I've had no work done on my face.  The high cheekbones, the perfect
nose and chin, all original equipment."

"And drop dead gorgeous, too," Bill added.

This comment got him more squeezing and kisses.

"Anyway, I was also very athletic, if feminine looking.  But I stayed away
from team sports, being around all those rough and tumble boys.  So it was
tennis, diving, even golf."

"You're a diver?" Bill asked.

"I was."

"Wow. It's amazing how you can get your bodies to move like that. Gymnasts,
too," he said.

"Well, you'll have plenty of opportunities to see what I can do," she
whispered wetly in his ear.

She continued the story, telling Bill about her confused childhood and teen
years.  Being a boy, very athletic, but feeling out of place. He/she was
interested in more feminine pursuits, hanging out with her sister instead
of her brothers.  They would secretly talk about clothes and make up and
boys.  Sharon, then Steven, had his first sexual experience with another
'pretty' boy at tennis camp.  She was sixteen when she first saw an article
about transgenders and started her long journey to realizing that she was
indeed a girl born into a boy's body.

"How did your family take it when they finally found out?" Bill asked.

"It was mixed.  Dad just sort of nodded, as if to say 'I thought as
much'. Mom was tougher.  It took almost a year for her to come around.  I
think it helped that as I started dressing as a woman, I asked her for
advice on clothes and other things.  My brothers didn't talk to me for over
a week.  They told me later that at the end of that week they spent hours
at a bar talking it over and decided there wasn't much they could do and I
was still the little brother, now sister, that they were always defending
so they might as well get used to it."

"What about your sister?"

"She hugged me and said she knew it all along and how come it took so long
for me to figure it out.  She was and still is my best friend. You'll get
to meet her this summer.  She always comes for a visit," Sharon said.

"Wow, that's so cool.  Something like that and you still have a family," he
said quietly.

She hugged him tightly and said,

"I was very lucky, baby.  A lot of transgendered people get disowned by
their families."

"I can imagine what that's like," he said.

"Yes, I can see that you would," she replied, kissing his cheek again.

"I can't imagine how I got so lucky to find you," he murmured.

She let him slide down her body until his head was resting on her lap.  She
looked down at him, her blonde hair in a cascade over one shoulder and
said,

"We are lucky to have found each other."

Then she bent down and began to kiss him more earnestly.  Having his nearly
naked body in her arms as they had talked had started to get to her and
soon she was probing his mouth with her tongue and her hands were floating
over his chest and stomach.  He brought a hand up to the back of her head
and the kissing intensified.  One of her hands drifted over the front of
his shorts, down to his bare thighs, and then back to the significant bulge
that had been growing. Bill began to suck on Sharon's tongue as her hand
slipped under the waist band and made contact with his nearly fully erect
cock and she began to rub it.  Bill brought both hands to his shorts and
quickly pulled them down and off, giving Sharon unrestricted access to his
hard cock and full balls.

Taking her cue from her young lover, Sharon released his cock and lips and
sat up and began to work the tight sports bra up and over her big full
tits.  When the tantalizing orbs were free Bill brought his lips to an
engorged nipple and began to suck on it.  Sharon began to purr a bit and
then said,

"I love how that feels, baby, but I need to get out of these shorts."

He gave a last suck and lick and lifted his head from her lap, then sat up
and turned a bit so he could watch her shimmy the tight shorts down her
long, luscious, muscular legs.  He smiled when her gorgeous cock popped
into view, fully erect. She tossed the shorts onto the floor and then said,

"Alright, back you come."

He settled back, feeling her hard cock against his cheek, her nipple
finding it's way back into his mouth.  Sharon began to stroke his fat cock
again.  She loved the way it looked in her hand, rising up from his crotch.
When she saw the glistening bead of precum form at the slit, she knew she
had to taste it.

"Time for a little switch, baby," she cooed.

She leaned toward his cock, pulling her tit away from his mouth, but
bringing something just as hot and tasty to his lips.  As she began to lick
and suck at his cock head, Bill tilted his head to get his mouth on her
cock.  It was obvious what they both wanted, so with some gentle moving
around they wound up on their sides, face to cock, treating each other to
wet, passionate sucking.  Bill marveled at how easily he came to accept
sucking the cock of such a beautiful woman could feel so natural.  And he
loved that he could get the whole dick in his mouth.  Sharon must have
agreed since she was moaning around his cock, most of which was in her
mouth.  Arms were wrapped around lower backs and asses as they tried to
give as much pleasure as they received.

This went on for some time with lots of attention paid to the smooth ball
sacks that hung beneath the wet, slippery dicks.  Then Bill felt his cock
slip out of that warm, wonderful place and Sharon shimmied some more and
soon he felt hands on his ass cheeks and something smooth, warm, wet and
insistent on his asshole.  The shock that ran through him was electric and
he groaned loudly.  He had been thinking of this for a couple of weeks now
and when Sharon played with his ass now brought it to the front of his mind
and he let her cock pop out of his mouth and said,

"Oh, fuck, Sharon, that feels so good.  I need you to do something for me."

Her head came up from between his legs and she looked at him, her breathing
heavy,

"What's that, baby?"

"I want you to take this beautiful hard cock of yours and fuck me in the
ass with it and shoot a nice wad of your delicious cum inside me."

Her eyes popped wide and she said,

"Really? Are you sure, baby?"

"As sure as I can be," he replied.

She smiled brightly and then scrambled around until she was on top of him,
smothering his face with kisses and her long blonde hair.  Then she sat up
astride his thighs saying,

"Oh, baby, I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in those
little gym shorts cutting the lawn down the block."

"Oh, those things, yeah.  All I had that day, everything else was in the
laundry," he replied with a grin.

"Well, they were enough to get my attention.  Now stay right here.  I'll be
back in a second."

She bounced up off the couch and hurried into the bedroom.  As much as Bill
liked watching her hurry away from him, her firm ass cheeks flexing, he
liked watching her come back, with her six inch 'clit' bouncing in front.
She carried a small bottle of lube.

"Okay, sweetheart.  Get up and kneel on the couch with your back to me."

Bill did as she asked and when he assumed the position, Sharon had to
remind herself to breathe as the sight took her breath away.  She took some
of the lube and spread it around his asshole, causing him to twitch.  She
added some more and pushed in with her finger and this got a groan out of
him.  She finger fucked his ass a bit and his reaction was extremely
positive.  The she took the lube and rubbed a generous amount on the head
and shaft of her cock and then put the bottle aside.  She rubbed her hands
over his smooth ass and asked,

"Are you ready, baby?"

"Yes, give it to me," he pleaded.

With one hand on his ass and the other aiming her cock head, she rubbed on
his tight hole a bit and then began to push.  She felt the resistance.

"Just relax, baby.  Try pushing out a bit."

She pushed again and felt the ring begin to give way and the slick head
began to disappear into Bill's ass.  He let out a groan and she stopped but
then she felt him push back so she resumed pressing.  With steady pressure
in both directions, and lots of lube, her cock slowly disappeared until her
hips met his rock hard ass.  They both groaned in unison and then she began
to fuck him, slowly at first until he was used to the in and out of her
cock.  She was in heaven feeling his tight ass around her cock, watching
the muscles of his back and ass flex, hearing him moan and voice his
pleasure.

"Oh, Sharon, baby, this is so good.  I can't believe it.  Oh, fuck my ass,
baby, yeah, fuck it."

Sharon had no illusions about how long this could last.  She had been wound
up from the moment she saw him on the couch when she got home and between
the kissing, stroking, cuddling and sucking she was already set to cum when
he asked her to fuck him.  Now she was fighting the urge every step of the
way but it was a losing fight.  Finally she couldn't hold back and shouted,

"Here it comes, baby, I'm gong to cum."

With that Bill clamped down and flexed his ass muscles to trap her dick and
she began to buck as she pumped her load up her lovers tight, no longer
virgin ass.  Bill groaned more as he felt the hot cum spew inside him.
Sharon had fallen forward to lay on his back, her big tits pressing down as
she finished up with a series of short thrusts as the last of her cum
dribbled into his ass.  She let herself rest a bit on his back than stood
back up and withdrew her cock from his ass.

She grabbed him and pushed him over onto his back on the couch.  She took
the bottle of lube in one hand and his still hard cock in the other and
began to coat the thick shaft and gleaming head with gel.  She rubbed it in
quickly, added another dollop to the tip and then positioned her asshole
over the head and began to push down.  Bill reached to grab her hips and
helped steady her.  It didn't take long and Bill's big dick was up her ass
and she was ecstatic.  Again she knew it wouldn't last long.  She rode him
up and down for about a dozen strokes when Bill grunted, thrust upwards
with his hips and began to shoot his load up into her tight hot and above
all else, willing ass.  She rode him until he stopped and laid flat.  She
let her body fold down until her big tits pressed against his chest.  Their
lips found each other and they kissed long and deep, his arms around her
back.  When they broke off the kiss she settled down with her head next to
his and she whispered,

"Just hold me like this and don't ever let go."

"I don't ever want to, but won't it make moving around kinda difficult?" he
asked, sounding all innocent.

They both started to laugh and after a while the kissing resumed.