Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 10:40:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Bill and Ann Part 23 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 23 I woke up with fond memories my time with Marsha. I thought I could have a pretty nice relationship with her, once I got her past the abuse she had suffered from Tom. Many of the athletes thought they were pretty special, and often treated others like dirt. I saw Ann when I arrived at school and asked to talk with her privately. "I miss you Ann, and want to be back with you," I said. "Oh?" said Ann, "Marsha said you both had quite a nice time together." "Ann, I love you," I responded, "and nobody compares with you." "We'll see how this all turns out," Ann said. "Please, lets not do this for much longer," I pleaded, "but please be careful dear." We went to class. Marsha was in my first class and sat next to me. "I tried what you told me last night, and came three more times!" she said, "it was great, but not as good as you doing it for me." While we had lunch together, Ann and a few of her other friends sat with us. "I've got so much to tell you," Marsha said to the other girls, "Bill is opening up a whole new world for me." It sure looked like I was going to be the subject of much girl talk, and I didn't like it. "I'm glad you are enjoying your time with Bill," said Ann, politely, but not truthfully. Marsha responded, "Ann, I think you will regret letting Bill go – I plan to hold onto him!" Ann was forcing a smile, but I could tell it wasn't genuine. After lunch I walked Marsha to her class, and then went to mine. She said she wanted to just go for a ride with me afer school today, and I agreed. I daydreamed about Marsha, and occasionally Ann, but Ann was occupying less of my mind. – I still loved her, but was getting over the pain. After school I met Marsha and we walked to my car. As soon as we were in the car she took off her panties and handed them to me. I was going to sniff them but remembered how my finger smelled yesterday from her pussy. Helen wad been wonderfully clean and fresh smelling, but Marsha had a very strong smell that warned me away. I put the panties on my lap as Marsha edged close to me, spreading her legs and raising her skirt. It was much easier to access her pussy now, and I got to work on her clitty. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Marsha's pussy, I was revving two engines, with the wet one sitting next to me was approaching "red line". Soon Marsha climaxed and laid her head on my shoulders. She put her hand between my legs and asked if I wanted her to suck me. I agreed and we drove to the park we were at yesterday. This time Marsha sucked me off and took my seed in her mouth and swallowed. Afterward she brought her lips to mine and we kissed. "Have you ever gone down on a girl?" she asked. "Sure, and we both enjoyed it," I said. "I was wondering about that," Marsha said, "guys really love oral and I was wondering if it was as good for a girl." "I think it is," I said, "Did Tom never go down on you?" "No, and he made me feel like crap for even asking," she said, "he said it smelled like old fish down there and it was disgusting – no guy would ever lick something so dirty." I kissed Marsha and said, "That is the way it is unless you take steps to be extra clean." "What steps?" Marsha asked. "Go to a drug store and buy a douche," I said, "it's like washing yourself off inside, and takes a lot of the odor away." Marsha kissed me again and thanked me, saying, "I figured out just how you and Tom were different: Tom made me feel good to be his girl, but you make me feel good about ME. Ann gave up a really special guy!" I kissed her and we drove home. After I dropped Marsha off, I drove home, wondering if Ann had really given me up. Even if I had all the other girls at school, Ann was the one I loved, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Meanwhile, Marsha did have a lot to be desired. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered about "playing the field" as other kids did, to find the right person. But I already had found the perfect person, so what now? ========================= The next day I spent as much time as I could with Marsha, eating lunch with her and friends. At the end of lunch Marsha asked if I would do her a favor and take Lisa, one of her friends, for a ride. "You mean?" I started to ask. "Do for her what you did for me," Marsha said. I hesitated, but eventually agreed. On one hand I was getting to be with multiple girls, but it also seemed like I was being used, and didn't like that. Of course, if a guy had to be used, this was a pretty good way! I met Lisa after school and walked to my car. Marsha must have explained it all to Lisa, because as soon as we were both in the car she slipped off her panties and handed them to me. I started the car and started on Lisa. Her pussy was different as well, but I soon found her clitty and started revving her up. Soon she climaxed and lay quietly against me. Lisa kissed me and asked, "Do you want me to suck you?" "Do you want to?" I asked. Lisa seemed very surprised at this, and said, "I thought I was expected to." "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," I said. "Well, I've never done it, and heard that the taste can be bad," she replied. "Then you should wait until you are ready, and want to do it." I said. "Thank you," said Lisa, "for making me feel so good, and not forcing me to suck you." I dropped Lisa back at school, where I found Marsha waiting for me. Lisa kissed me and got out. Marsha got in and kissed me, and then removed her panties. Marsha held her panties up for Lisa to see and then gave them to me. "Let's go right to the park," she said, and I started the engine. "I got a douche at the drug store and used it today," she said, " I think the fishy smell is gone, but you can check and see." I slipped a finger into her pussy and wiggled it, while she kissed me passionately. I removed it and brought it to my nose, and sensed a nice fresh aroma, with a hint of femininity. I put the finger into my mouth and licked it. Lisa watched with wonder and asked, "Am I clean enough?" "Clean enough to eat?" I countered, "Yes – and I will be very pleased indeed to go down on you." I fingered Marsha's clitty as we drove to the park, but stopped short of climax – I just wanted her really ready to cum. When we arrived at the park we got into the back seat [cars were much larger in the late 1960's]. I spread Marsha's legs and kissed her warm pussy. Finding her clitty, I licked it and sucked on it, pulling it between my lips. I sucked her clitty for a few minutes and Marsha climaxed. My face was wet from her, but she kissed me, not bothered by her own juice. She gave me a couple of tissues from her purse and I wiped my face. Marsha unzipped me and sucked me off, eagerly swallowing my load. She brought her lips to mine and we kissed. I dropped Marsha off at her house and drove home. When I arrived I went right to the bathroom and washed my face, wanting no evidence on me at dinner. That night as I drifted off to sleep I thought about being with both Lisa and Marsha. It was nice, but wasn't like the love I had with Ann. To be continued . . . Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org