M indy was a really special lady who changed my life, liberating me from some mental baggage that held me down.

I'm Bill, a pretty typical guy, except for some of my exotic desires. I regarded myself as completely straight but found tgirls really hot. They were my favorite jack-off fantasy, which I indulged every day. I'd been doing so since I first was able to cum. I found tgirl porn online long before then, but couldn't quench my arousal until I was a little older.

I liked girls, and dated them, but when I would reach into their panties I found myself wishing there was something more. I went down on a few of them, but didn't like it very much. Their clitty was sometimes hidden in the folds of their pussy and difficult to find. I loved the way tgirl clitty was so prominant and easy to find.

I really like ass better than pussy, and wanted to rim, but any time I showed any interest in a girl's ass they freaked out. Tgirls were better in that way as well – they were almost all very anal-erotic.

After years of jacking-off, once I turned eighteen I could do something about my special desires. There was a tgirl club called Something Different, and now that I was old enough I could get in. I nervously entered the club one Friday night, after I had to show my driver's license to prove my age. I looked around and saw a few women – one group of three, and four women sitting all alone. I studied each one closely and chose the one I liked – she was a curvy girl – what some would call a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman). Perhaps not fashion model material, but she looked perfect for me. I'd always preferred bigger girls – when I take a girl in my arms I want to feel softness, not bones – and this girl had plenty of softness!

As I approached, I saw that she was quite a bit older than me – maybe in her thirties. "Hello," I said, "I'm Bill – may I join you?"

"Sure," she said, "I'm Mindy – is this your first time here?"

"Yes," I admitted, "And I'm a little nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about?" Mindy asked.

"This is all so new to me," I said.

"You mean girls like me?" Mindy asked.

"Yes," I agreed, "But I'm very interested."

"So you've never been with a trans-girl before?" she asked.

"No, but I really want to," I replied.

"So Bill, are you just looking for a walk on the wild side?" she asked, "Get your rocks off and abandon the girl?"

"No!" I insisted, "I want something ongoing – and I would never abandon a girl!"

"Oh no?" Mindy responded, "Then you must be different from most guys. "Tell me, what it's like for you after you cum?"

That was a pretty personal question, but it somehow seemed okay to discuss this with Mindy. "It's mainly a nice feeling," I said, wondering what else she might be getting at.

"Of course it feels good – that's what cumming is all about!" said Mindy, "But what happens after the nice feeling? Any guilt or shame?"

I nodded, and said, "Maybe a little."

"Sure it's not a lot?" queried Mindy, "A whole lot of men cum with girls like me and immediately are ashamed of what they've done, and are in a hurry to just escape – how do you think that makes a girl feel?"

"Pretty crummy, I suppose," I admitted, "But I don't like it when those feelings hit – they just do."

"I don't mean to give you a tough time, Bill," Mindy replied, "But those feelings don't have to control you – and with some practice, you can make them go away entirely."

"That would be wonderful!" I agreed, remembering how many or my orgasms had been spoiled by the guilt I felt afterward. I would often think about sucking a tgirl clitty, but when I came I was ashamed that I was turning gay. I'm not the least bit homophobic, but I considered myself completely straight – well, mostly at least.

"Bill, are you straight?" Mindy asked.

"Yes," I replied, "But I sometimes wonder if I can be straight and like girls like you."

"Of course you can!" Mindy assured me, "And I can help you overcome your post-climax shame."

"I'd really like that," I said "But want it to be good for you too."

"Oh it will be," she said, "But you have to do exactly what I tell you to – do you know what a domme is?"

"Is that like a strict mistress?" I asked.

"Pretty much," Mindy agreed, "I like to take charge, and if you do what I tell you, I promise you'll have a good time."

"But if I don't?" I asked.

"Then why bother? We're done," Mindy said, "But if you obey, you'll be well rewarded."

That sounded pretty good to me, but I just had one reservation, and asked, "Are you really a tgirl?"

Mindy giggled, and said, "Do you think I'm a regular woman posing as a tgirl? Usually it's the other way around! Check me out and see for yourself."

Mindy spread her legs slightly and I drew a bit closer, reaching up her dress, enjoying the soft warmth of her inner thighs. I reached her soft panties and felt her begin to respond to my touch. It was a clitty alright – she was definitely a tgirl. I massaged her, imagining what it would be like to feel her warm clitty in my hand. She was smiling and I could see her breathing was changing.

"Keep that up and it will be all over before we've begun!" she said with a smile. I withdrew my hand and thanked her for letting me be sure.

Mindy invited me to her place, which on the other side of town. We walked out to the parking lot and Mindy took my hand. There was something wonderful about her hand in mine that I really enjoyed. I wondered if she could become my girlfriend – could that really happen, with our age difference, and my inexperience? When we reached Mindy’s car I turned and kissed her. We lingered in that kiss as our tongues danced together. “I can’t wait to see what else your tongue can do!” she said, as she got into her car.

I followed Mindy to her apartment and we went in. "Now take your clothes off and put them on the chair by the door," she directed. I hesitated. I'd never been naked before anyone else before – all the sex I'd had was mostly clothed.

"You have to do what I say, or this isn't gonna work, Bill!" Mindy reminded me.

"Sorry," I said, "This is all just so new to me." I quickly undressed and stood naked before Mindy, my cock standing straight out.

"Well, I'm glad that you're happy to see me," she said as she took hold of my cock and squeezed. It was amazing, and my knees grew week as she handled me.

"I'm going to teach you how to pleasure girls like me," Mindy said, "So pay attention and do exactly what I tell you."

Mindy led me to the couch and knelt on it, with her elbows on the back of the couch, her lovely ass facing me, but still clothed. She told me to kneel on the floor behind her and lift the back of her dress. I did, and soon faced her really hot ass, covered by her satin panties. I slowly pulled the panties down, revealing the most beautiful buns ever! I'd never been this close to a girl's ass before, and could hardly think straight.

"Like what you see?" Mindy asked, and I readily agreed. I leaned to her and kissed one cheek, and then the other. I wanted to rim her, but hesitated, thinking about what a dirty thing it seemed to be – would she be clean? – for that matter, how clean could anyone be there? What was I getting myself into?

Mindy reached back and spread her ample cheeks and said, "Keep going Bill – you know what to do."

I pushed my face to her pucker, feeling the warmth of her cheeks against my face. I was pleasantly surprised to smell only the faint scent of soap and perfume. I cautiously extended my tongue and licked her anus, finding nothing at all unpleasant. Pressing my tongue into her, Mindy moaned with pleasure and pressed back against my face, as if to drive me in deeper.

My dream of rimming a girl was coming true and I was in heaven. Mindy's plump ass felt wonderful against my face and I continued licking her, really glad to be with her!

Then Mindy got up and stood before me, lifting her dress and dropping her panties to her ankles, revealing her hard clitty. She was better endowed than I was, but I knew I wanted her in my mouth.

"Now if I let you start," she said, "Can I count on you to finish – including swallowing?"

I nodded eagerly, and Mindy brought her clitty to my lips. I opened and gratefully took her in. I was pleased to discover how nice she felt in my mouth – I knew I wanted her there often. I put my hands on her hips, and then on her soft, round cheeks.

Mindy ran her fingers through my hair and told me I was doing well. She told me to move my tongue around and I traced the contours of her clitty with my tongue – I knew this was just what I needed and tried to do my very best for this magnificent lady! Soon I felt her clitty enlarge slightly and then begin to pump her juice into my mouth.

It was strong tasting, and very different from anything I'd ever had, but I'd wanted this for so long, and now I'd sucked off a real tgirl. "It's okay to swallow now," she said, and I did, though I wanted to keep it in my mouth.

"You've done well, dear boy," Mindy said, "Now you've earned your reward – continue to hold me in your mouth and jack-off. When you cum, shoot into your hand – don't you dare squirt on my carpet!"

For years I had jacked-off thinking about sucking a tgirls, but now I had a real clitty in my mouth, and the aftertaste of her juice. I was already aroused and quickly shot my load into my other hand. Then it hit me – that damn guilt and shame!

"Keep me in your mouth for awhile," she said, "If you are feeling any shame, just realized that you have just done a really nice thing for me, and you should be proud of yourself. You have been brave enough to act on your desires, and have been justly rewarded for your efforts."

I noticed that her clit felt differently in my mouth now. It was still nice, but now that I was no longer aroused, I had a clarity of mind that allowed me to appreciate her clitty in more vivid detail now.

"Okay, lick up your cum," she directed. I'd often wanted to eat my cum as I jacked off, but always lost my nerve once I climaxed. Now Mindy was ordering me to do so. I can't explain why this was different – maybe just having her insist that I do it was all the urging I needed. I backed off her clitty and licked up my cum, swallowing it.

"Nicely done, Bill," Mindy praised, "You've done better than many others. Go clean up and get dressed."

After I was dressed, we talked awhile and Mindy agreed for me to come over a few more times, until my post-climax guilt was put to rest. She told me to think about her when I jacked-off, and to always eat my cum, since it should never be wasted.

I visited Mindy the next three Fridays, and repeated my training, but each time with greater enthusiasm. Between visits I would jack-off every day thinking about her and swallowing my cum as directed. The first time after seeing Mindy I felt reluctant to eat my cum, but just remembered Mindy telling me to, and I obeyed.

Even though my sexual activities had moved from traditional to exotic, they became the "new normal" for me, and soon I no longer felt guilt after climax. As a final "proof" of this, Mindy had me jack-off holding her in my mouth first, then rim her and finally suck her clitty to climax. With a clear mind orally pleasuring her was the very best sex I ever had. I used to think sex was all about reaching climax, but now I knew that the very best sex was giving pleasure after I climaxed!

I wanted Mindy to be my girlfriend, but she assured me that she wasn't the girlfriend type and promised to help me find a tgirl of my own. Meanwhile, she would text me when she needed pleasuring. A hot girl like Mindy must have an endless stream of guys wanting her, so I didn’t think I’d see her much.

I was delighted when she would text me about once a week, inviting me over. Our new routine is something I never would have dreamed of.

When I arrive I undress and then stroke myself while holding Mindy's clitty in my mouth. When I am ready to cum I get up and Mindy turns around, spreading her cheeks, and I shoot my load in her crack, and on her cheeks.

Then I lick up my cum, and rim her for as long as she wants, until she is ready for me to finish her. Then she turns around, pressing her clitty into my mouth, and I suck her to completion, now enjoying the taste of her juice more than ever!

Special thanks to my online friend Mindy, for inspiring this story.

  To be continued . . .

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