Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 00:02:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bill and Ann Part 14

I am an older married man who has dated many cross dressers and transgender
women over the years.  At first it was a kinky "walk and the wild side" but
over time I came to really have feelings for the person, and that became
more important than the intimacy we had.  The movie "Soldier's Girl" was
very moving and helped me realize that I really wanted to LOVE a
transgender woman.

I have had several truly wonderful loving relationships, and have come to
believe that if I knew what I know now when I was young, I would have
married a transgender woman.  This series is a fantasy in which I imagine
what that life might have been like.  It is set in the late 1960's, when I
was a teen.  –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)


Bill and Ann Part 14

When I arrived at Ann's house, she greeted me with her usual passionate
kiss.  She led me to the living room where I sat down.  "Wait a minute,"
Ann said, "pants off first."

I smile and stood up, removing my pants.  Meanwhile Ann slipped off her
panties and handed them to me.  I inhaled her aroma and she asked, "Why do
you do that?"

"Your panties contain your unique smell – from your pheromones," I
replied, "I am growing accustomed you your scent, and every time I smell
it, I think fondly of you."

"But I just bathed a little while ago," protested Ann.

"Yes, and I can smell soap and a little perfume, but can still smell you,"
I continued.

"It sounds kind of gross," said Ann.

"It's not that way at all," I corrected, "If you didn't bath or change your
panties for several days they would stink – that isn't what I mean at
all.  Your 'clean scent' is like your personal identity, in aroma form."

"Put that way, it's very romantic," agreed Ann, "You sniff Mom's panties as
well."

"It is similar with her, but I love her as Mom," I said, "While my love for
you is much deeper and very full."

As Ann sat by me, she reached her hand into my shorts and began to fondle
me.  I just couldn't get over how fortunate I was to have two wonderful
ladies who seemed to be always interested in my cock.

"Bill, I love you with all of my heart, and would do anything for you," Ann
said, with a somewhat distressed look on her face, "But I'm worried about
losing you!"

I placed my hand on hers, and asked, "Please stop stroking me – just
hold me."

"Am I doing something wrong?" Ann asked.


"No, it's just that this is a very important conversation and I want to be
thinking clearly, and not have my mind clouded by arousal."

"Okay," said Ann, "I'll cloud your mind later."  We both laughed, which
relieved the tension.

"What is this all about?" I asked, "Did I do something to make you feel I
was losing interest?"

"Not exactly," Ann replied, "But last time when I saw you rimming Mom I
began to worry that you might start liking her better."

"Ann, my love," I said, "You are the woman I want to spend the rest of my
life with – as my wife and constant companion.  This is why I was uneasy
about having intimacy with both you and Mom – jealousy can be very bad
for relationships."

Ann kissed me on the lips, and I pulled her closer, our tongues dancing
together in our mouths.

"I suppose I was a little jealous of Mom," when I saw you both together,
without me," said Ann "I should trust you and not feel that way."

"You can't help how you feel," I said, "The important thing is how we are
going to proceed in a way that strengthens the relationship for all of us
without the jealously.  Perhaps we should all talk about this and reach an
understanding."

Ann got up and said she would get Mom, and bring her in.  When Helen joined
us she started to sit down, then Ann reminded her about her panties.  She
slipped them off and was going to drop them on the floor, when Ann took
them and handed them to me.

I took them but did nothing else for a moment.

"Go ahead," said Ann, "it's alright."

I took in Mom's aroma as I had for Ann.

Mom smiled and explained that she and Ann had a talk after I had left, and
that Ann seemed to be concerned that Mom would 'steal me away'.  I
explained that the jealousy was a combination of caring and
misunderstanding, and that we needed to talk it through and come to a
mutual understanding.

We talked for quite awhile and decided that since Ann was my "wife" that
she had first claim on me, and that I would avoid intimacy with Mom alone,
unless Ann encouraged it.  I breathed a sigh of relief that we had come
this far.  I sure didn't want to be in the middle of two women fighting.

One issue that surfaced was Ann's feeling that since Mom was a "real woman"
that I would find her more desirable.  Helen reminded Ann that I sought her
out, and preferred her as she was.  I reaffirmed that for me, SHE was every
bit a "real woman" and was to me much better than genetic women.

"What if I had a pussy?" Ann asked.

"First of all," I said, "If you had a pussy I probably would never have met
you.  But now that I love you, if you woke up one morning with a pussy, I
would still love you and still want you."

"So how would you compare intimacy with Mom and with me?" asked Ann.

I knew this was dangerous territory, so I had to pause and choose my words
carefully.  Finally, I answered, "You are both different and very
desirable.  I love the fact that you are both so wonderfully clean, which
makes intimacy especially nice."

"So if you had to choose between Mom's pussy and my clitty, which would you
prefer? asked Ann.

Once again, a loaded question, but I answered without hesitation, "Your
clitty, as long as it came with the rest of you!"

Ann and Helen laughed, and Ann leaned over to kiss me again.  "The way you
answered those questions, I think you might find a career and politics!"
said Ann.

"As long as my career keeps you at my side," I said, kissing her back.

Ann began to fondle me again, now that we were past the difficult
conversation.

"We enjoy making you climax," said Ann, "but what do you do on days we
don't see you?"

Hesitating, I said, "I take care of it myself."

"You mean you masturbate?" asked Helen.

"Well, yes," I replied, "doesn't everybody?"

"I'm sure a lot do," said Helen, "but we don't."

"But you could," I said, "though it is better if someone helps you to
climax. After all, our 'private parts' were not really meant to be
private."

"What do you mean?" asked Helen.

"When you touch yourself, it feels good," I said, "but when someone else
touches you in the same way it feels wonderful.  I think it is a built-in
biological imperative that we strengthen our bonds by sharing ourselves
with other we care about."

"Wow!" said Ann, "that's really a beautiful thought.  We've certainly
enjoyed the sharing!"

"So why masturbate?" asked Helen.

"If we were together every day there would be no need," I said, "but we are
not.  If we need to climax when we are alone, doing it ourselves works,
though together is always better.  Do either of you ever get horny on days
I'm not with you?"

Both women nodded, and Helen said, "But I don't know what to do about it –
I never learned."

Ann agreed that she also had never learned, and I agreed that I would teach
them, though I preferred to bring them to climax myself.

"How about showing us how you take care of yourself?" asked Ann.

They sure knew how to put me on the spot.  Reluctantly I responded, "That
is a very personal thing."

Helen interjected, "After all we have been through, it seems strange that
you would suddenly be so modest, especially sitting there with your hard
cock in Ann's hand."

"Even with all we have done," I replied, "I still prefer to be alone when I
go to the bathroom.  This isn't quite the same, but it is very personal."

Ann took some lube in her hand and started to rub my cock head, nearly
sending me through the roof.  She said, "Mom and I would really appreciate
it if you would share that personal experience with us.  You'll do that for
me now, won't you?"

I felt like I was on the verge of cumming – if I did, I would not have
to deal with this.  I decided to wait, but Ann was learning where my
trigger point was – she backed off before I climaxed, and then started
again.  She leaned over and kissed me, asking me once more to do it for
her.

Finally, I agreed.  Ann took her hand off my cock and I pulled my shorts
off.  Helen went to the kitchen and returned with a very small clear glass
bowl.  Both women knelt in front of me, wanting to get a close-up look at
the show I was about to give them.

"When you climax," said Helen, "use this bowl so we don't miss a precious
drop."

I felt a little embarrased, putting on a show of one of life's most private
activities.  Still, I was very aroused and certain in the mood to cum.  I
looked at my smiling ladies and their eager expressions and started to feel
good that I could do this for them.  In a few minutes I felt climax
approaching and reached for the bowl.  Helen just brought it closer and I
ejaculated into it, first with three strong squirts and then a couple of
smaller ones.

Helen withdrew the bowl and both ladies looked at my semen, noting the
texture.  They dipped their fingers into it and brought some to their
tongues.  Then they both dipped a finger in it again and both brought their
fingers to my mouth.  I opened and licked their fingers – that seemed a
small thing at this point.

Ann got a mischievous look on her face.  She dipped her finger in the bowl,
picking up as much semen as she could, and applied it to her lips, like lip
gloss.  Then she pressed her lips to mine and gave me a cum-covered kiss.
Just the same, it was a wonderful kiss.  Helen did the same and I accepted
her kiss as well.

After that Helen placed the bowl to her lips, tipped it and swallowed the
contents, smiling afterward.

"Thank you dear," said Ann, "for sharing such a personal act."

"I was glad to do it, though reluctant at first," I said, "but sharing this
with both of you was wonderful."

Then Helen added, "You once asked us to tell you if ever we needed to
climax."

"Yes, I did," I reponded, "Please don't hold back."

Almost in unison they said, "We need to climax."

Ann got on the couch and pulled her skirt up, exposing her really beautiful
petite clitty.  I got on my knees on the floor and put her legs over my
shoulders and took her clitty into my mouth.  I sucked her while gently
massaging her rosebud with my finger.  After a few minutes she let out a
little sigh, and her body when limp with climax.

I kissed her on her pretty lips and told her I loved her.

Now it was Helen's turn.  She knew exactly what she wanted, and knelt on
the couch, leaning over the back, with her nicely rounded ass facing
outward.  She pulled her skirt up over her ass, exposing her soft, ample
buns.  I knelt behind her and moved to her warm skin, first kissing each
cheek, then moving down as far as I could, to reaching the bottom of her
pussy.  I extended my tongue, tasting her wetness, and moved up, pressing
my tongue into her crack, licking her from top to bottom.  Helen shuddered
with delight.

I then spread her cheeks, exposing her tender rosebud.  I kissed her
rosebud and pressed my tongue into her.  She moaned in agreement and I
licked her as I reached between her legs, first wetting my fingers in her,
then finding her clitty.

I rubbed her clitty as I continued to lick.  Helen was getting very noisy
now as she approached climax.  This urged me on and I gave her all the
effort I could muster, and she finally climaxed.

I pulled back and excused myself, going into the bathroom to clean up.

When I returned I found two happy ladies on the couch, smiling from ear to
ear!

I took each in my arms and kissed them before leaving for home.  I promised
to teach them how to do it themselves as I left.

To be continued . . .

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