Together With Tammi Part 3
Together With Tammi Part 3
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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Author’s note:
_An older man finds a gurlfriend to share in his retirement. I hope you enjoy this fantasy.
_
A s I drove us to the dance club, I noticed that Tammi was smiling broadly.
"What mischief are you pondering?" I asked her, "What's making you smile like that?"
"You did!" Tammi said, "Nobody ever went down on me before and it was fantastic! I never knew it felt so good. No wonder guys always want blowjobs!"
"You can count on it anytime you want," I assured her, "And you don't have to even ask — I'll assume you want it and do it anyway."
"I never minded giving them, except for the ending," she said.
"You didn't like the taste?" I asked.
"That wasn't a problem, it's just as soon as they came, they were all done with me! They just wanted to leave as fast as possible — some acted like they felt ashamed of it."
"They probably are," I said, "But I'm proud of what we do together — it isn't just sex, it a special union. When we make love in many ways, it will never be just sex — it will be our joining in love."
"Every day you prove even more that you are different from other guys!" Tammi declared.
We arrived at the dance club and I paid the cover charge. We got a couple of drinks and found a table. I found I couldn't resist staring at Tammi — she was so beautiful — her shoulder length hair, lovely eyes and perky lips — I'd have to find an excuse to kiss her soon!
We held hands from across the table and began an unexpected line of questioning with, "You are different in so many ways, especially in liking a gurl like me. Why a gurl like me when there are so many real girls?"
"I should have to remind you that you are very real," I replied, "But yes, you are different from genetic girls — different in ways that make you MUCH MUCH better."
"What ways?" she asked, I was beginning to get a little nervous and she must have noticed and continued, "I really want to know — I don't mean to put you on the spot."
"There are many reasons," I explained, "But any one is reason enough. First of all, gurls like you tend to be more feminine than genetic girls."
"I know we try our best, but we can't possibly be more femme than they are," Tammi protested.
"You can and you do," I insisted, "You emphasize your femininity, while many genetic girls downplay it — perhaps to succeed in a man's world."
"I guess I get that," Tammi replied, "But I still don't think I'm femme enough."
"You gurls are often very self critical," I insisted, "But you do really well."
"What else?" she asked.
"Gurls like you tend to be much more passionate than genetic girls," I said.
"Probably because we try harder," Tammi agreed.
"Maybe so, but it works out well," I concurred.
"Is there more?" she asked.
"Yes, there is no pregnancy, no periods and no PMS!" I said.
"I'd have to agree, except not having a baby can be a disadvantage," she lamented.
"There's always adoption," I said, and she smiled.
"My experience," I said, "Is that gurls like you really do appreciate it that I treat them completely as women."
"That's because it's so wonderful when you do," she said, "And most guys treat us like a boy in a dress."
"You'll never be a boy in a dress to me," I promised.
"Now I understand that you see more in me than I thought," she said.
"But there's more," I said, "Gurls like you are so wonderfully anal erotic!"
Tammi looked surprised, and I wondered if I'd made a mistake revealing this. "So you are big on anal, are you?" she asked.
"There's more to it than that," I confessed, When I was a teen and got my first girlie magazine, I admired all the pretty breasts, but when I got to a page showing a backside I just stared in wonder — I was hooked!"
"So you're an ass man?" she responded, "I should have known from the way you grabbed my cheeks!"
"My desire didn't stop at bun squeezing," I said, "Most genetic women are really prudish about that part of their body — but gurls like you welcome it."
"Okay, I get that," she said, "We have to be more accommodating, since we don't have a vagina."
"I like it better than a vagina," I insisted, "Much better."
"You sound like you don't like vaginas," Tammi said, "Do you think I'm better off without one?" I smiled but wasn't sure how to answer.
"Okay Bill, now the moment of truth," she continued, "Do you like what's between my legs more than a vagina?"
"I've always been truthful with you, and I hope this won't upset you, but yes, I really like your clitty."
"I thought so," Tammi agreed, "You were especially enthusiastic when you went down on me — I could tell you really liked it."
"There's more to it than that," I countered, "Yes, I liked it, but most of all I loved how you responded, and loved making you feel good."
"Thanks so much for explaining all this," she said, "I can see that for you it's not just a 'walk on the wild side'."
"Well, in truth, that's what it was for me in the beginning," I returned, "But in time I began to understand gurls better."
"I'm so glad you turned out the way you did!" replied Tammi. I suggested that it was time to dance, and we got up and I led her to the dance floor.
"You know I don't know how to dance," Tammi said.
"It doesn't matter, just relax and let me lead and we'll have a great time," I said, "Later I'll teach you some dance steps."
Tammi was a little stiff at first, but as she relaxed, she began to enjoy it more. By the end of the first dance she wore a big smile.
I kissed her, then we returned to our table and talked more as we sipped our drinks, later returning to dance. I was impressed by how agile Tammi was, dancing in her heels. I never understood how women could ever get accustomed to them, but knew that almost all gurls loved them.
After two hours we were ready to leave. At the car I opened Tammi's door and took her into my arms. We kissed for a few minutes, and she said, "Make love to me."
"We better get going then," I replied and helped her to be seated. As we drove back, Tammi rubbed my cock through my pants as I drove. I knew this night was going to end well.
At Tammi's, we went in and I helped remove her coat. Tammi turned to me and rubbed my cock and said, "Now let me show you how much I appreciate you." She dropped to her knees, unzipped me and took out my cock. Soon she was sucking me while looking up to meet my eyes.
Nothing could have been more beautiful than the sight of Tammi pleasuring me. She had me really aroused, and I knew I'd climax soon.
"We better stop now if you want me to make love to you tonight," I said.
Tammi pulled back and said, "I don't want to miss that — I promise to finish this later."
I was about to put myself away when Tammi took hold of me and pulled me to the bedroom. She stopped by the bed, turning to face me. We kissed as I helped her undress, while she helped me undress. Soon we stood completely naked and ready for action.
"I need to get you ready," I said, and moved her to the bed, kneeling her on all fours with her buns facing me. I knelt on the floor next to the bed and brought my lips to her soft cheeks, kissing one, then the other, alternating, but each time moving closer to the middle. When I reached the middle, I lightly licked her crack, once, twice, then a deeper. Her buns were so hot! I spread her cheeks and admired her tender pucker. I pressed my lips to her, extending my tongue, first licking her, then pushing inside.
Tammi was surprised, and said, "Bill, what are you doing — oh — oh — oh Bill!!!" Her enthusiasm spurred me on as I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her cheeks against my cheeks. I loved this, but knew I owed Tammi more, so I pulled out and stood up.
"You really are an ass man!" Tammi said.
I rolled Tammi onto her back and saw that her clitty was fully erect. I was as well and ready to make love.
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)