Story Codes: M/tg, Romance, First Time
Copyright 2004 by Rachael K. Ross all rights reserved. This story may be reposted/archived to FREE adult access provided my name, email rache696@yahoo.com and this notice are included in the message text. This story is fictional and any resemblance to actual persons or events is strictly unintended.
Author's Note: I wrote a story called "The Day I Woke Up With A Dick" which was really just a joke for me, an excuse to do a little man bashing. It did generate a large response though, mainly among persons requesting more traditional transgender stories. I'm not sure that this is what any of those readers had in mind, but it seemed like an interesting way to tackle a subject about which I admittedly know very little. I do, however, know something about romance... And that, my friend, transcends gender. Thank God! -rr
TS Wife by Rachael
I was on a business trip to Laos when I met my wife. It was quite by accident, I wasn't really looking to get married, even though I'm very nearly 37 years old now. I work for the richest man in the world, well for his company, so you know who I'm talking about, and I'd just made him a small fraction richer by closing a very large deal on new software for the government. It would be used in everything from schools to airports, to hospitals, to offices, banks, insurance...you name it. Plus all the support required, the training, etc. etc. My bonus alone would be six figures, maybe seven with stock options. I was happy indeed.
Unfortunately, Laos isn't much of a place to celebrate in. I could have sat around my hotel I suppose, but I'd been there nearly 3 months putting the deal together and I was quite intimate with it already. So, with a couple days to kill, I decided to do something I've never done, in all my years of traveling...I went sight seeing. Strange, I know, but what the hell. I was never coming back to that God forsaken country again if I could help it, so I might as well get some pictures, just in case I forgot why.
It was in small city, or more accurately a large town, up in the mountains near an ancient temple of some touristic value that the tour group I was signed on with stopped for lunch. The people I was with were all Dutch, I believe, older folks who were on some kind of holiday. They seemed quite pleased, but I was a little sleepy, especially since they didn't speak English. That might have been a good thing though, I weary of transient chat easily.
I wandered off by myself and found a small restaurant serving roasted chicken, which was something I could at least identify. I sat down and pointed and generally made my desire for a meal known to the old woman working there. I waited patiently, swatting at flies, feeling my shirt sticking to me in the humidity, although in the mountains it was far better than it had been down in the lowlands.
And then something caught my eye, or someone I should say. A beautiful young girl of perhaps, 13 or so, although it has always been hard for me to guess the ages of oriental women, especially young ones. She was small, very slim with long straight black hair, nearly down to her tiny waist. She had a very pretty face, heart shaped, with a petite button nose and pretty sensual lips. Not a face I'd expect to find in that country. Her eyes were two large almonds, gorgeous and alluring. She had no breasts to speak of, beneath her thin dress, but her legs were nice and clean, no scars or blemishes that I could see. And her ass was small and perfect, moving just right, back and forth.
I'd never considered myself a pedophile. Children interested me not at all and I'd been faintly repulsed by what few images and stories I'd come across on the internet by accident. So I hope you will understand that I was a little astonished to find myself thinking this way, regarding the girl as a sexual object, while I sat there. I also wish I could explain to you, and to myself, why I decided to try and speak to her, the way I did. But I don't know why, perhaps there is a fate, or a destiny that guides us at precise times in our lives, I do not know.
But I did smile and I did say hello to the girl. She had been carrying a basket with vegetables on her head and she set it down gracefully, smiling at me and mimicking my words, saying hello with a soft accent. I offered to by her a soda, a coke or orange drink, which were the most popular. It wasn't as difficult as you might imagine to communicate, in fact she seemed to know a little English, perhaps learned from the radio, or television, although I doubted her family had one.
She sat with me while the old woman protested in her native tongue, but I simply pulled out more money, not bothering to count it, and paid for the girl's company. We managed to get through introductions, my name being James, which she had no trouble saying, and hers being somewhat more difficult for me, but we settled on Tam, which she seemed happy with. I was aware as we talked that we were flirting, or at least I was, smiling and touching her just slightly on her hands as we sat at the table. I smiled a lot, and laughed, and so did she. Neither of us certain what the other was saying, but our friendly intentions were clear enough. I think we were both enjoying ourselves when I heard the horn of the bus blowing. I needed to get back.
I smiled and tried to explain and I left a lot of money behind as I almost sadly and certainly reluctantly made my way back up the street. Tam walked with me, though, which I thought was nice and when I arrived at the bus I happened to wonder if it wouldn't be coming back to this town in the afternoon, after the temple visit. I asked the driver and he said that yes, they would be back around 5 or 5:30 for a rest stop. And so it was I decided to remain behind, telling my Cambodian tour guide that I would meet the bus on the return trip.
Tam was very happy with this news and she actually hugged me, leaping up so I had to catch her small form in my arms and hold her as she giggled. It was quite an experience, let me tell you, and I felt a little flustered. Of course I wasn't sure what I was going to do for the next 5 hours, perhaps just sit at a café or kiosk and have cokes with Tam, that would have been interesting enough. But she had other ideas.
She led me back to the small restaurant where I'd had my lunch and first met her, and then through an alley to a small poor house where a man was working, building a chair or stool of some sort. She spoke to him and then he called someone else, an older girl, perhaps 18 or 19 who spoke somewhat more English than all of the people I'd met in that town put together. She interpreted for Tam and the man as they spoke.
"Tam would like very much to be with you." The woman told me. "But this man is Tam's father, he says that you must pay for this."
The girl was a prostitute? I felt my face burning a little, from both shock and a little disappointment. It seemed so wrong to me then, for a girl her age to sell herself like that. It returned me to my senses and I knew that I could never do that to her, or to any child. I shook my head.
"I will give her money, if she needs it, but I do not want a prostitute." I told the woman, looking at the man. I wondered what sort of father would do that to his own daughter. I did not care for him very much right then.
The woman translated and Tam seemed quite shocked, her father too, almost angry. He spoke rapidly, standing up and staring at me.
"No, Tam is not a prostitute. Tam wants to be with you, like a wife is with you. Tam will be a wife for you and Tam's father will be as your father."
I almost fell down then and I could see why they had been upset, just as I had been, at the misunderstanding. Tam wasn't a whore, she was jus looking for a husband.
Doubtless being an American they assumed I was rich, that I could take care of not just her, but her whole family. I didn't know how I should feel about that. I was being used, certainly, but she did seem happy to be with me, and I certainly enjoyed her. Could I seriously contemplate marriage to a 13 year old girl? I was leaving the country, it would be impossible to bring her, at least for awhile. Visas take time and I doubted she even had a passport. So what was I doing still talking to them?
"Tam will be my wife?" I got a nod. "But I will be returning to the city this evening, I will not be coming back. Will she come with me? Will she be happy to stay with me?" I thought perhaps I could frighten them off that way.
A moment later the interpreter was telling me. "Tam will go where you go. This is not Tam's home, but only where you will be."
Tam hugged me tightly as the interpreter spoke and her eyes were shining. She was easily the most beautiful woman, young or old, I had ever seen. It was intoxicating. "But I will have to pay? How much does her father need?" I looked at him, feeling like he was still selling his child, but knowing that most Asian cultures required something in payment for their daughters to wed.
"He said he will need 10,000 baht."
The Thai money was very popular in this country, especially in the mountains where many things could be bought over the borders. That was less than 800 dollars and the man probably thought it was a king's ransom.
"I do not have baht." I shook my head. "But I have 500 dollars, American, I can pay him now." I had close to a thousand really, dangerous as it was to carry that much, it was even more dangerous not to.
"He will take 600 dollars." The interpreter told me. I frowned and looked at Tam. She stood quietly now, with her head bowed and her hands behind her back, letting her father and prospective husband decide her fate. It was giving me little butterflies and I couldn't say no, even though it was madness to say yes.
I procrastinated, only slightly, by asking Tam's age. It had been on my mind, although the timing doubtless made everyone think it was a point in our negotiation. The interpreter told me she was 16, which is a proper age to be married in their culture. I found that a slight relief, and I'm still fearful of what my decision might have been should Tam been as young as I'd first thought.
"I will pay it." I nodded and Tam smiled broadly, fidgeting as if she might launch herself at me any second while I counted out the money.
Tam's father shook my hand. He smiled and said something to Tam so that she disappeared and quickly returned with a clay jar of local wine. Her father and I drank together, celebrating, and I spent more money, having someone bring food and more drink as neighbors came by, sharing in the good news. It was heady stuff, the excitement, the friendliness, everyone clapping me on the back and smiling, all the drinks.
It was barely one o'clock, I realized, I'd been in that town for two hours and I was married in all but name. It was bizarre and I felt overwhelmed. The town official, like a mayor, appeared and there were papers filled out, stamped and signed and notarized. Tam was next to me and it was the most relaxed wedding ceremony I'd ever heard of. Buying my first car had been more ritualistic than this had been. More difficult too.
"You are married now, a legal Cambodia marriage." The interpreter spoke with Tam briefly. "When you are in your new place, then Tam will bring you to a temple for the proper ceremony. She will teach you what you will do."
"Oh, okay." I guess that explained that. This was just the civil ceremony, once we got comfortable we could do the real one. I was feeling a little buzzed from the wine, and from all the days events, but I had a very beautiful wife now and I asked the interpreter if I could kiss her, not knowing the custom.
"She will bring you to her bed now." The interpreter smiled. "So you will consummate your marriage." I smiled and blushed a little. "I must tell you also, there is no divorce in Cambodia. And if you will not consummate with your wife it is a very large insult, Tam's family will not understand."
I nodded. "Uh, okay then." I looked at Tam. "Where is your bed?"
"Bed!" She giggled. Apparently knowing that word well enough. She pulled me through the small crowd of her family and friends into the house and then into a small warm room, where she pulled the blinds and closed the door. She lit some incense and a candle, because it was very dark, like a cave inside.
I knew what to do at that point and I let her undress me slowly. She was curious about my body, touching me with her small soft hands, moving around and over me as I sat on the mat that passed for a mattress. He hair swept over me and it felt nice. She removed my shirt and then my socks, and pants, and then my underwear, allowing my hardness to spring free. I was thick and long, perhaps overly so, I'm not sure she'd even seen an erection before. I was seven inches and pretty thick, big enough that her fingers would barely get around it. Tam giggled nervously and then it was my turn.
I knelt in front of her, being tall enough that my head was almost even with hers as she stood in front of me. I unbuttoned her dress, three small ones right in the front, and it slipped off her shoulders and down, exposing her small budding breasts. They were flat with small very dark nipples and I took the time touch them gently, rubbing my thumbs over them so they grew hard and erect. Tam was sighing softly, smiling as she watched me in the flickering light.
I pulled the dress lower, down her narrow hips and past her white panties, her creamy golden thighs so that she could step out of it, putting her small delicate arms on my shoulders for balance. I found my eyes glued to the front of her panties, thin white cotton ones that stood out against her natural bronzed skin tone. I thought I detected something there, a trick of the light possibly and Tam spoke to me, but I didn't understand. She seemed to tense slightly as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and began easing them down. It was quite a shock when Tam's hard little 5" cock popped free.
She giggled and I just stared in shock. This beautiful little girl was a...boy. She'd been born a male and for whatever reason had been raised a girl. That Tam was feminine, there was no doubt. She wasn't just pretending to be a girl, playacting a role to fool me, she was a girl, even with her penis.
I sat back and I suppose my disillusionment was obvious. I wasn't sure what I felt, a little numb maybe, very confused and even discouraged. I wasn't gay at all, I knew that, and I couldn't get my mind around the contradiction of Tam's lovely face and beautiful young body combined with her erect penis.
She took it upon herself however, and realized immediately the problem. I think she was trying to tell me she was ashamed of her body, of being born with a penis instead of a vagina. She was crying, sitting next to me and wanting to touch me, I could tell, but afraid of total rejection if she tried. I guess it was a big turning point in my life, something that I never thought I could possibly do, but I put my arms around her then.
"It's okay." I shushed her, my voice soothing. "I love you Tam." And I kissed her gently on the cheek and then her nose and finally her precious little mouth.
The little girl completely opened up to me then, wrapping her arms around me and her mouth on mine, kissing me frantically. She didn't know exactly what she was doing, but she was so grateful, so eager to please me, it didn't matter. I pushed my tongue gently into her sweet mouth and tickled hers and I could feel my cock growing hard again. She moved to straddle me as I sat there and I vaguely aware of her penis as it pressed to my stomach, but I didn't care, because mine was trapped beneath her incredibly small and wonderful ass. She wriggled and squirmed against me and her hard little nipples burned against my chest.
I fell backwards, pulling Tam with me and her long hair swept over us both. I could feel her hand reaching down to find my rock solid cock and she was rubbing it across her ass, but there was no way it was going to fit I thought. She was tiny, barely 5' tall if even that and 90lbs. I was 6'1" and 180lbs easily and my cock was straining to it's full size. "Lick it first." I told her and she just smiled, not understanding until I pushed her gently around so her mouth was over my cock. She nodded and said something and I moaned as I felt her soft warm and wet mouth covering the head of my cock. She must have thought I wanted her to turn completely though, because soon she was straddling me in a 69 as I lay there and her own hard little penis was brushing over my face. I really didn't want to, but I realized finally why the interpreter had reminded me that there was no divorce in Laos. This was my new wife, so...
I opened my mouth and immediately Tam pushed her cock to the back of my mouth, giving a cute little gasp as she felt the warm confines engulf her. I admit it wasn't as bad as I imagined and I tried to think of it as just a rather large clitoris as I sucked her penis gently. I wasn't sure of what I was doing, so I tried to just make her feel good. I swirled my tongue around the head, and sucked softly. It was maybe 5" long and not so thick, but just enough to make my mouth feel full. She was also doing quite a number on mine at the same time, and that helped quite a lot. It felt good and before I knew it I had my hands on her sweet little ass, pulling her into my mouth until her soft little ball sack pressed against my nose. It felt nice and even smelled good, like baby powder.
After maybe 5 minutes Tam lifted her mouth from my cock and I heard her saying something, gasping and her back arched slightly. I didn't understand but then I realized what she'd try to tell me when her cock suddenly erupted with several hard spurts of cum. They came so fast that all I could do was swallow and try to keep up. She pushed her penis deep, humping my mouth as the pleasure overtook her and I squeezed her ass gently, finding the taste and the texture to be nothing like I'd initially feared. It actually tasted kind of sweet and I savored it as I sucked her softening penis and finally let her pull free of my mouth.
She turned quickly, her eyes bright and shining and full of love, kissing me hard and not minding at all that my tongue was still covered with her sexy sauce. She spoke to me, and I cursed for not understanding her, but she got on her hands and knees, reaching back and rubbing her tiny rosebud asshole. I knew what she wanted, it was time to consummate our marriage fully, to break my little wife's cherry and make her a woman. I spread her cheeks and surprised Tam by bringing my mouth to her ass. I had to get her lubricated, I thought, or my prick would tear the little girl apart.
I licked all over her tiny ass, trying to work my tongue inside and she loved it, spreading her sweet legs and reaching back to rub my head, urging me with her little girl voice. My cock was so hard it hurt and I reached down to feel hers, finding it hard again. I played with it gently, massaging her little penis while I rimmed her and finally I could stand it no longer. I moved my body up, positioning my cockhead at her moist entrance and putting one hand softly on her back, the other taking her by a hip. I pushed slowly, feeling her body tense and I tried to reassure her, but I'm not sure she understood anything I was saying.
I groaned as the head popped inside, Tam was unbelievably tight. It was incredible and I stopped pushing because she had jerked and given a soft high pitched cry. I was afraid I'd hurt her, just doing that much and I rubbed her back soothingly, but she soon looked over her shoulder at me, trying to smile and nodding for me to continue. She wanted it as much as I did, I realized and I had to remember that as I began pushing, trying to ignore the fact that it was hurting her terribly to do this for us.
I started working my cock deeper, finally grabbing my little shemale wife by the hips and pulling her back to meet my thrust. Tam collapsed, putting her face on the matt and whimpering softly, giving little grunts and groans with every little thrust. But she kept her tight little ass in the air, accepting my cock with her heart if not so easily with her body. I apologized to her, whispering and comforting her as I stroked in and out and eventually my precum lubed her enough that it was going a little easier. That and I think her muscles had just grown tired of fighting my hard cock and I suddenly pushed all the way inside, so my balls slapped against hers. I sighed and held her there, unwilling to move as the final deep push had made her scream loudly. Outside I could hear cheering and laughter.
Tam appreciated the rest I think and when she finally opened her eyes, wet with tears, she smiled at me weakly and I felt her moving her ass. She wanted to make love now, she was ready and I began a slow easy in and out motion, fucking my little bride as gently as I could until her groans of pain became moans of pleasure and she was pushing back against me harder than I was thrusting inside. We soon found a rhythm and it was good, I fucked her easily now, my cock sliding in and out of her tight hot hole and it wasn't long before I felt myself cumming hard, lodging my cock into Tam's bowels and flooding her with my hot sperm.
She moaned and sighed and murmured soft words of adoration, rolling her ass, grinding against my cock until I was completely spent. We lay together, cuddling despite the heat and humidity in that little room. Tam had her pretty face on my chest, her soft black hair covering me like a fine silk blanket. Her chest pressed against my ribs and she had her legs open, with one of them draped over my thigh as I lay on my back, stroking her smooth skin.
After a few moments of catching our breath Tam turned her face upwards, kissing me gently at first, and then with greater urgency. I found my cock twitching, growing hard again and I found my little shemale bride to be just as ready herself. Tam's own cock was growing erect, pressing against my skin and she began hunching her hips slightly, enjoying the friction as we kissed.
I moved the girl, lifting her easily so that she could lay on top of me and the curious sensation of my large circumcised cock rubbing with her smaller, but equally hard uncut penis, was surprisingly wonderful. I pushed my tongue into her mouth as my hands cupped the small and delightfully firm rounded cheeks of her ass. She rubbed herself against me, as if we were dry humping each other and I could feel her prick stabbing into my balls. I suddenly wanted very much to see it.
I pushed her up, so Tam could straddle my thighs and looking down my body I could see her hard penis and mine. I reached between us, grabbing them both in one gently hand and began stroking us together. I'd never had such an experience in my life, never even such a thought, but here I was, in bed with a pretty young transsexual, masturbating our cocks together while she smiled down at my acceptance.
Tam was speaking to me and I found the language barrier to be intensely frustrating. It was something I'd resolved to fix at the earliest opportunity. I'd send Tam to school, get her a tutor and teach her English. But more immediately, I wanted to love her again. I whispered back, smiling, telling her I was going to make love to her again. We moved so that she was on her back and I between her spread legs, missionary position. She was smiling and eager, lifting her legs over my shoulders just the way a new bride should, penis or no, and I saw her biting her lip slightly as I rubbed the head of my aching cock against her anus.
It was much better this time though. Tam's ass was not exactly loose, by any means, but it was at least more relaxed now. And wet, my sperm was leaking slowly from the small wrinkled hole. I leaned forward so that Tam's body rolled, lifting her hips off the bed and bringing her knees close to her chest. I smiled as I began pushing and my lovely new wife's eyes opened wide as my cock speared inside her for the second time that afternoon. I wanted to go slowly, but the warmth of her, the tightness and moisture from our previous sex all conspired against it. I apologized softly, staring into Tam's eyes as I pushed hard, unrelenting and working my thickness deep with one long hard push. It was quick and for a brief second Tam's face was a mask of painful misery. She screamed again as I gave a final lat hard thrust and buried myself completely. But then she relaxed, her painful expression melting into something more akin to pleasure and she smiled despite the small tears running down her cheeks.
I fucked her hard then, riding my new wife-child the way I wanted and Tam accepted it, unresisting. It was so good and having already cum I was able to last much longer. I bent my head down to kiss her as we made love, my cock moving slowly in and out of her ass. I would go as deep as possible, seeming to bottom out in her ass, pressing against her prostate and making her groan and sigh and take sharp breaths, letting them out slowly as I withdrew. Any fear that I was really hurting her gave way after a few minutes of this when I felt her body stiffen and her head came up, Tam's lips finding mine and sucking at my tongue as her cock began throbbing, spewing her second load of sperm between our hot sweaty bodies. It was such a surprise, realizing I'd made this little shemale cum just by making love to her that it soon brought me to my own climax.
I drove myself deep once again, holding her to me as my own cock jerked inside her tight warm ass. I spilled my seed with a deep throated growl of pleasure, filling Tam again with my cum. It was the best orgasm of my life, I thought, a perfectly wonderful feeling, emptying my balls into my beautiful transexual bride.
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