Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2016 20:05:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ed to Eydie Part 7

Ed to Eydie (part 7)

I'm a straight cocksucker – I think – I like girls, not guys, but
love to suck cock.  It's a confusing mess until a guy I'm blowing wants to
be a girl!  Enjoy this work of fiction, based on a sub-story of Sucking
Scott.

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The next day when I got home from school my Mom said there was a letter
from "some girl" on my desk.

I picked up the pretty lavender envelope – it had the faint scent of a
perfume, and said "Eydie" in the return address.

The note read:

   Dearest Bill,

   I would welcome a visit from you at your earliest opportunity.
   Please call me when you can.

   xxooxx
   Eydie

Her phone number was on the letter, so I called.  A woman answered – I
introduced myself and I explained that I was calling for Eydie.  She told
me that Eydie could not come to the phone, but she was hoping I would call.
She explained that if I liked I could come visit Eydie after school
tomorrow.

I quickly agreed, thanked her and hung up.

I wondered what was going on with Eydie – I had thought I would never
see her again, and here I was being invited to visit.

That evening I thought about Eydie as I went to sleep.

- - - - - - - - - -

The next day at school my mind was on Eydie almost the entire day.  I
wasn't sure why, but the thought of seeing Eydie excited me more than
cocksucking.

Finally school was over and I got on the bus.  The bus went right by where
Eydie was living, so I got off at one of the nearby stops.

I arrived at the door and rang the bell.  An older woman answered and I
introduced myself.  She invited me in and offered me a coke, which I
accepted.

"I'm Mrs. Fletcher," she said, "Eydie is getting ready – you know how
fussy a girl can be, wanting to be just right for her guy."

"That is one of the many things I like about Eydie," I said, "I'm thankful
that you are so good to her."

"Mr. Fletcher and I have some experience with girls like her," she said,
"and we understand them better than most."

"Eydie seems to be doing well in her new school," she said.

Soon Eydie entered the room, as lovely as ever.  I rose and went to her,
taking her in my arms and kissing her.

"Now don't get too mushy while I'm watching!" said Mrs. Fletcher, "save
that for when you are alone."

She told us to go into the living room, where we could talk more privately.

"So what's going on here?" I asked, "I thought Eydie would never come
back."

"The Fletchers are wonderful," said Eydie, "they caught me wearing panties
and we had a long talk. It turns out that their son was like me and they
knew what a tough time he had, so they wanted to make it better for me.
They even registered me as a girl at school, so I'm Eydie almost full time.

"Almost?" I asked.

"When the social workers come over to check on me I have to change back to
Ed," she explained, "but that's not very often, and they tell us in
advance, to be sure I'll be home.  I'm letting my hair grow, so soon I
won't need to wear a wig."

"Won't the long hair give you away to the social workers?" I asked,
"Mrs. Fletcher doesn't think so – I'll just wear it pulled back like a
lot of guys do now."

"It sure is great to see you Eydie, "and I like the way you are smiling
more now.  It's so nice you can be Eydie and not be abused the way you
were."

"Bill, I have something to ask you," Eydie said, "Do you still want to be
with me?"

I pulled closer to Eydie and put my arms around her, kissing her.  She
returned the kiss and parted my lips with her tongue.  "Eydie darling," I
said, "I still want you to be my girlfriend"

Mrs. Fletcher looked in on us and asked, "Are you kids doing ok in here?"

Eydie asked, "Would it be alright if I took Bill up to my room – maybe
just for a little while?"

Mrs. Fletcher smiled and said, "I suppose you kids would like to do some
serious catching up."

"Yes," Eydie replied, "if it's ok with you."

"How would it be if I just closed the doors to give you some privacy?"
Mrs. Fletcher asked.

"That would be perfect!" said Eydie, "thank you so much for understanding."

"I might just understand more than you might think," she replied, "I'll
bring in something that you might be able to use."

She left and returned with a small dish of butter, saying, "its room
temperature, so it won't be cold."

Eydie and I looked at each other with big smiles.  "Thank you,
Mrs. Fletcher," I said.

Mrs. Fletcher closed the door and said we would have about an hour before
Mr. Fletcher was home.

Eydie knelt on the couch and pulled her skirt up over her pretty buns.  She
wasn't wearing panties!  I was glad she planned ahead.

I got on my knees and kissed Eydie's soft buns, and licked her crack.  She
moaned and spread her legs apart, spreading her cheeks just a bit.  I put
my hands on her cheeks and spread them, kissing her deeply.  I kissed her
for a few minutes and started to reach for Eydie's clitty, but she put her
hand on mine, stopping me.

"I know you want to take good care of me," she said, "but I want you to
make love to me, I want you to be the first."

"The first?" I asked, "but I thought ..."

"Yes," Eydie interrupted, "You know I've been fucked by dozens of men, but
you will be the first who I wanted – please make love to me, Bill."

"I shall be honored to be your first," I said.

I got up and brought the butter over, there was a butter knife with it, so
I cut a thick slice and put it in my hand.

I rubbed a generous amount of butter on Eydie's rosebud, worked a couple of
fingers in and opened her up.  I put the rest of the butter on the end of
my cock and pressed it to her rosebud.  I pushed into her gently, and when
I had just slipped into her opening she pushed back, taking me in all the
way.  I was relieved, because I didn't want to hurt her by going too fast.

I stroked in and out slowly, wanting to give Eydie as much pleasure as I
could. As much as I loved the sight of Eydie's buns, I really wanted to
face her while we were making love, so I pulled out, repositioned her on
her back, put her legs on my shoulders and slipped into her tightness
again.

I resumed stroking slowly, encouraged by Eydie's beautiful smile.  After a
time I took her clitty in my hand, rubbed the remaining butter on it and
stroked it as I stoked in and out of her.  I was determined to make sure
she climaxed first.

I knew she was getting close, so I redoubled my efforts stroking her
clitty.  Finally she climaxed.  I held her legs close to me, feet over my
shoulders while I enjoyed her warmth.  Soon I was reached the apex of
pleasure and felt myself filling her.

I pulled out and looked around for something for clean up.  I saw that
Mrs. Fletcher had placed some towels on a table near the doors.  I walked
over and found a warm wet washcloth on a saucer.  I took it and a hand
towel.  I cleaned up Eydie, front and back, then I cleaned up myself.

I took Eydie in my arms and held her closely, saying, "Thank you sharing
something so special with me."

"Thank you for doing it in such as caring, special way," she replied, "It
was so much better than I had hoped."

We snuggled for a time, and then decided to get dressed before Mr. Fletcher
got home.  Eydie took the washcloth and said she would rinse it out, and
directed me to the bathroom to clean up.

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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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