Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 20:40:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Into the Woods Part 12 Into the Woods (part 12) This story was inspired by the real life experiences of a deceased friend. There was a woods near him that he called the "rape woods", where he would go and be gang banged. This is a work of fiction, dedicated to my friend Phil. –––––––––––––––––––– My first venture into the woods had launched me into a series of wonderfully kinky experiences. I found myself blowing any cop who pulled me over, which led to meeting Mary, a buxom Tgirl policewoman with a nice dick. I really loved sucking her and hoped she could become my girlfriend. I love to suck cock but wasn't really attracted to men – just their cocks. I was attracted to women, but not their pussy. Mary was the perfect girl for me – a beautiful woman with a cock. She was born a guy but longed to be a woman and had transformed her body to that of a really sexy babe! I didn't know how she could have kept her secret, but apparently most people around her saw her totally as a woman – only some select friends and I knew her secret, and I intended to keep her secret quite safe. Tonight I was taking Mary out on a date. I hoped that it would begin a very special relationship. What began as my simply giving a required blowjob would hopefully develop into a wonderful merging – outwardly looking like a typical boy-girl pairing while actually being much, much more! I knew that from her perspective I was just a common cocksucker, but hoped that I could be much more to her. I arrived at Mary's and presented flowers to her, which brought an immediate smile to her face. I knew that as a Tgirl, treating her entirely as a lady would be important. Her cock was a "detail" I would avoid speaking about. Of course whenever she put it in my mouth I would take good care of it, but in all other respects I would treat her as a lady. I also handed her a bottle of Chardonnay, which she put into the refrigerator. Mary looked lovely in a beautiful blue dress. This time she did not ask me to undress, which was ok with me – that would come later, but for now I really wanted to develop a relationship. I took her in my arms and kissed her, and led me to the kitchen, where she found a vase for the flowers and put water into it, along with the preservative powder that came with the flowers. She snipped the ends of each of the flower stems and put them in the vase. "Nobody has ever brought me flowers before," Mary said, blushing a bit. "I hope to surprise you in many ways," I replied. I took Mary into my arms and held her close, kissing her tenderly. Our lips parted and our tongues danced together. We shared each other's breath as we were locked together. I could feel Mary bulging against my leg. "I intend to see to your needs tonight, dear," I said, "but first let's go out for a bit." Mary pulled back and smiled, saying, "I think you are much more different than I had first had thought." I smiled, knowing that things were going well so far. We drove to a seafood restaurant and had a nice dinner, during which we got to know each other better. That included sharing very personal information, which at first was difficult for me, but became easier as I grew more comfortable with Mary. She already knew that I was a promiscuous cocksucker – something I thought might prevent any meaningful relationship. However, she was amazingly understanding and said she knew that it was simply something that I was born to do – she understood, though many would not an judge me harshly for it. She didn't feel that my cocksucking would be a problem with our being together. This was incredible to me, but wonderful – I was really attracted to Mary, and realized that I might end up falling in love with her, and was glad that I wouldn't have to give up cocksucking. Mary had also shared some very personal things with me. I learned that she had been on dates with four men before, but they hadn't gone very far – they all had asked for blowjobs, which had offended her. She said she appreciated the fact that I treated her as a person – not as a sex object. At that point Mary paused and became very quiet. "That is exactly how I treated you at first!" Mary declared, "I did to you exactly what I hated men doing to me. I'm really sorry for that." "It's ok," I said, "I hope our relationship will grow into one of mutual respect and caring." "You ARE very different indeed!" said Mary. We finished dinner, went to a movie and settled in the theater. We enjoyed both the movie and each other's company. We spent quite a bit of time kissing. I fondled Mary's breasts but did not put my hand up her dress – I didn't want to arouse her when I could not relieve her there. Even so, Mary was very aroused at the end of the movie. We sat there awhile and her arousal subsided a bit, but Mary was still worried that she might show through her dress. Wanting to protect her from embarrassment, I told her to hold her purse in front of her, and I that she should walk close behind me and I would make sure nothing would be seen. Out in the parking lot we walked to my car. I opened the door for Mary and she turned to me, pulling me toward her and kissing me passionately. I could feel her bulge against my leg once again. "It almost seems like you really care about me," said Mary. "I need to work on the 'almost' part," I said, "because I DO care about you." As I held her, I could see by the parking lot lights that a tear was running down Mary's cheek. I really hated it when women cried – I just didn't know how to handle that. "Nobody has really cared about me before," Mary confessed, "even my family rejected me when I transitioned." I kissed her again and helped her into the car. We drove back to her home and went in. Mary took me to the kitchen and asked me to open the wine while she got glasses for us. After pouring the wine we sat on the couch together. "You are my first REAL date," said Mary, "you are a real man who knows how to treat a lady!" It was surprising to hear but very welcomed. As a cocksucker I often felt that I was less than a real man, but Mary made me feel very differently indeed. "Now I am embarrassed to admit that when I first met you, I thought of you as simply a cocksucker, there to suck me off," Mary admitted, "but now I see you as a very caring man – who I want to be MY man! Mary led me to the bedroom and took my shirt off me. I unzipped her dress and helped her step out of it. She removed my pants and we stood embracing in our underwear. We embraced and kissed. "I want you to be MY WOMAN," I said, and Mary smiled again. I unhooked her bra and freed her beautiful full breasts. I couldn't resist taking her lovely orbs into my hands, gently squeezing her ample nipples. Mary took a deep breath and I kissed her again. I looked at the bulge in Mary's panties and dropped to my knees, gently pulling the panties down, freeing her. With her hard cock inches from my mouth I opened my mouth, but Mary stopped me. "No," Mary said, "you are no longer my cocksucker – you are my man!" She pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. I took her cock in my hand and squeezed it – it was like turning up the passion of her kisses. "Thank you," I said, "but a man who cares about his lady will certainly go down on her. When I go down on you, it will not be a blowjob, but rather going down on my lady." Mary led me to the bed and we lay together, cuddling. Mary fondled my cock and soon I was hard. I thought she was going to stroke me off when suddenly she repositioned and began to suck me. "You don't have to," I said, but she continued. She was in complete control and soon she took me over the edge. By body went limp as I finished pumping my seed into her mouth. I looked at her pretty face and saw a funny look – it seemed that she didn't like the taste. But she swallowed anyway and resumed her place next to me. "That was my first time," she said. "You didn't have to swallow," I replied. "Yes I did – it's only right that I swallow your seed," she countered. We lay there together for a time and napped together. After a time we awoke and got up. As I dressed Mary asked if I would like to meet some of her Tgirl friends. I said I hadn't thought about other's like her, but was open to it. She told me that she would arrange some time together, and that we would share pleasures, but not to forget that I was with her. It seemed that she was beginning to get a little possessive, but that seemed to go with a relationship – I supposed that it was a good sign. I returned home and went to bed, truly rejoicing in how my life was unfolding! –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... 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