Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 22:09:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bill and Ann Part 25

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 25

It was almost 9pm on Friday night when I received an unexpected call from
Helen.

"Bill," she asked, "can you come over right away – it's really
important"

I agreed and left for Ann's house, wondering why my ex-girlfriend's mother
would make such a call.  I hated the sound of "ex-girlfriend" – I still
loved Ann, though she left me to be with other guys.

I arrived at Ann's house and Helen let me in – tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's Ann," Helen said, "something terrible has happened and she won't tell
me."

She led me into the living room to see Ann curled up on the end of the
couch.  She was crying and wouldn't look at me.

I approached her and touched her arm – she pulled back from me.

"Ann," I said, "I don't know what happened to you, but I want you to let me
help you – I've never stopped loving you.  May I please help you?"

She didn't reply but did open up a bit.  I took her in my arms and kissed
her cheek.  I tried to kiss her lips but she pulled back and said, "No, I'm
dirty."

I didn't know what she meant, but now that she was not all curled up I
could see that her blouse was torn and her bra was pulled down to her
waist. Then it dawned on me that she had been molested.

"What bastards did this to you?" I asked.

"Some college boys," she wimpered, looking down the floor.

I pulled open her torn blouse and saw that her breasts were badly bruised
around the nipples.  I pulled her close to me and kissed her cheek again.
I pulled her to feet and bent her over the end of the couch.  I lifted her
skirt, to see blood smeared on her cheeks, and a brown smudge.  I looked
between her cheeks and asked Helen, "Mom, would you please bring me a warm
wet wash cloth, and run a nice warm bath for Ann – and put in some of
that bubbly stuff?"

She agreed and soon returned with the wash cloth.  I wiped the blood and
brown smudges from Ann's cheeks and her crack.

I told her, "Dear, you feel dirty now and are dirty, but I want you to take
a nice relaxing bath, and when you are done you won't be dirty any more –
will you do that for me?"

She nodded and I helped her into the bathroom and helped her undress and
get into the bubble filled tub.  Helping her to sit down, I told her I
would return in a while.

I went out to see Helen, asking "What happened to her?"

"I don't really know," she replied, "she wouldn't tell me anything at all –
she came home crying and stayed closed up like a clam on the couch."

"Judging from the bruise on her face and her breasts," I said, "she has
been smacked around and abused, and I think she was raped."

"Raped?" cried Helen, "how could that happen to her?"

I replied "She is a pretty girl, and if she was hanging around with college
boys they may have decided to have their way with her, and it sure looks
like they did!"

"Whatever it was," I continued, "she has been through a terrible time, and
we need to help her through it."

I went back into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub, taking
Ann's hand in mine.

"I was so stupid!" Ann said.

"You are not stupid," I said, "but it looks like you have made some unwise
choices."

"Why did you come back?" Ann asked, "after breaking up with you I thought I
would never be with you again."

"I came back because I still love you," I said, "as for being together
again, we'll talk about that later."

"I don't deserve a wonderful guy like you," she said, "and how could you
love a sissy faggot?"

"Where did you hear those terrible words?" I demanded.

"Brad and his friends called me that and said I was a queer and a homo,"
she said.

"Those are mean words and just not true – don't you believe them!" I
said, "now just finish your bath and I'll help you with your injuries."

In a little while Ann finished her bath and dried off.  I asked her to lie
on her back on the bed, and proceeded to check her body for injuries.

There was a bruise on her cheek and multiple bruises on her nipples.  I put
some medicated ointment on her nipples.  She winced with pain as I touched
her, but she did not resist.  After the ointment had soaked into her skin I
had her role over and I spread her cheeks and looked her over.  I didn't
see any further evidence of bleeding, but rubbed some of the ointment on
her tender rosebud.  She cried out in pain and I said, "dear, I need to put
this on you so you will heal – I don't want to hurt you but it may be
the only way."

She told me to continue and I did, this time sliding my finger in just a
bit to get the ointment where the damage was done.

I washed my hands while Helen helped Ann get into a nightie.  We sat on the
bed together and I asked, "Do you feel up to telling us what happened?"

"I'm so ashamed," she said, "and I especially don't want to tell you all
I've been through!"

"I'm not here to judge you," I said, "only to love and care for you, so if
you truly trust me, then tell me what happened."

Ann related the events of the evening as follows.  "I went to a party at
Brad's fraternity.  It seemed like it would be a lot of fun.  Brad and his
friends paid a lot of attention to me, and I liked that at first.  Brad
kissed me, at first in a nice way, but then started kissing me really hard,
and then passed me between his friends – they kissed me hard also and I
tried to get away but they wouldn't let me."

"Then while one of them held me another lifted my skirt and put his hand
inside my panties – then things really got bad.  He said I was a boy,
and some kind of homo.  The other guy pulled my panties off and called me a
fucking queer.  They took me into a bedroom and two of them held me face
down on the bed while Brad raped me.  It hurt so incredibly bad –
nothing like you entering me.  I cried out and begged him to stop but he
just kept going and I thought I was going to pass out."

"Then he pulled out and told the other guys to get me onto my knees.  They
pulled me off the bed and threw me onto the floor and then made me kneel
there.  He told me to clean off his dirty cock but I refused.  One of them
slapped my face hard and then pinched my nose closed, and I had to open my
mouth.  When I did, he stuck his cock in and grabbed my head so I couldn't
get away.  It was so gross I thought I would puke."

"After he pulled out, he stuffed my panties into my mouth and had his
friends hold me while he pinched my nipples really hard, while he told me
what a sissy faggot I was.  They each took turns pinching my nipples hard
while the others held me.  Then each guy stroked his cock and shot his cum
on me, calling me a cumslut whore."

"Then they picked me up and threw me outside and left me.  I must have
passed out, but later I woke and got myself up, hurting all over.  I drove
home and just wanted to curl up and die."

"Well, we sure don't want you to die," I said, "but you could have. We love
you, and you are safe here."

"Would you stay with me tonight," Ann asked, "I want you to hold me and
protect me."

I agreed and said I needed to shower, which I took.

I climbed into bed with Ann and we lay together, spooning.  I loved the
feeling of her soft round buns against my cock, but I didn't get aroused –
I just wanted to be her protector tonight.  We drifted off to sleep.

Saturday morning we awoke and I kissed Ann.  "I am most ashamed that I have
spoiled things for us," she said.

"You made a very bad decision and have suffered for it, but you didn't
spoil anything for us," I answered.

"Why would you want to be a sissy faggot?  I'm a dirty cumslut whore!" she
insisted.

"You were dirty, but now you are clean, and you NEVER were any of the other
things," I replied, "and I want you to stop saying them."

"Would you ever take me back, Bill?" she asked.

"Are you done finding out about other guys?" I asked.

"I NEVER want to be with anyone but you!  I'm so very sorry, Bill – I
didn't realize I had the best guy in the whole world, and now I've ruined
everything," Ann declared.

"That's not so!" I said, "if you are going talk that way, just be quiet and
let's hold each other."

"Breakfast is ready, kids," said Helen, "better get out here before it gets
cold."

After breakfast we sat on the couch together and I said, "While we were
apart I was with another girl."

"Yes," said Ann, "I saw you with Marsha – how did you like her?"

"I didn't want to be with her, but I didn't want to be alone – she
couldn't compare to you."

"But didn't you ever want to be with another girl?" she asked.

"I was curious," I said, "but I would never when we were together.  Now
that I have been with her I know that you are still the best girl in the
world!"

Ann smiled, but then started to cry, saying "Can you ever forgive me,
Bill?"

"Let's put this behind us and move on," I said.

"I need to go home for a bit, but will be back, ok?" I said.

Ann nodded and Helen walked me to the door.  She said, "You are a very
special boy – I was afraid you wouldn't come when I called, and I'm so
glad you did.  You are a wonderful bright spot in Ann's life!"

I left and returned in a few minutes.  I led Ann to the couch and sat
beside her.

"Ann, you are the love of my life and I want you in my life for all time.
I want to marry you when the time comes, so will you be mine, now and
forever?"

Ann smiled so wonderfully and looked more beautiful to me than she had ever
looked before.  She took the ring I had offered her and looked at it.  She
kissed me on the lips and handed the ring to me, extended her hand and
said, "please put the ring on me."

I slipped the ring on her hand and kissed her hand and fingers.  "I was
foolish to ever take it off" she said, "only you will ever take the ring
off me."

"And that will be when I exchange it for an engagement ring, and then a
wedding ring," I said.

Ann smiled brightly and kissed me again.  I was happy that we were together
again.

"I want you to make love to me," she said, "but I think I'm too sore, so
I'll take care of you."

Ann unzipped me and took my cock out, stroking me to erection.  "Are you
sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"I'm sure I want to do it for YOU," she replied.  Ann was so beautiful and
sexy that soon I was spent.

I kissed her tenderly and told her that as soon as she was healed I would
give her all the attention she could stand.


To be continued . . .

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

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