At The White House

by B'Ellana Marie Duquesne

 

B'Ellana looked down at the sight between her legs. She couldn't decide what turned her on more. The delicious feeling of Andrea's warm moist lips stroking what was now her very stiff cock or seeing her beautiful face stuffed full of B'Ellana's "package". Nothing makes a woman look sexier than the sight of a cock emerging from her mouth, that is, unless, it's the sight of that cock attached to another woman.

It had been almost a year now since they first moved in together. B'Ellana, Andrea, Tracy and Sabrina! . If you were to define them by Olympic DNA testing (a definition, by the way that Sabrina would have detested), Andrea and Tracy were GG, genetic girls, and Sabrina and B'Ellana were TG, Transgendered girls. B'Ellana though (ironically the only one without a vagina) would have been the only one of these women that would have defined herself as a "girl".

It was Tracy's idea to buy the huge 7500 square ft home outside of the city. She and Sabrina had lived together for years when B'Ellana met them. Sabrina hadn't had her surgery yet. She looked different then. Hormones, hair, diet, exercise, electrolysis, they'd all changed her bit by bit. The result over time was quite stunning. She and Tracy lived quite comfortably in a townhouse outside of Washington D.C. and B'Ellana was a little surprised when Tracy told her she wanted to invest her "nest egg" in real estate.

Tracy had a way about her. B'Ellana decided it was an unconscious ability to manipulate events and people around her. She believed in higher powers than most people admit existed and she trusted those powers to manage the events and people in her life. That very spiritual energy led her to a sexual awareness very few people come close to. That awareness very soon established that she had a very strong attraction to transgendered women or "T-girls" as B'Ellana often called them.

She and B'Ellana met at a support group for TG women and immediately hit it off. B'Ellana always felt happy that they took the time to become good friends before she let Tracy "ride the ride". That was one of Tracy's many terms for sex, along with "doin' the job" and host of others. They say Eskimos have over a thousand words for snow. Appropriately, Tracy had at least as many expressions for the act of achieving orgasm.

Tracy told B'Ellana about her ideas for the house while they were together with Andrea. Tracy met Andrea at a B&D party and later introduced her to B'Ellana because she could instinctively sense Andrea's attraction to T-girls. B'Ellana remembered the first time she met Andrea, as she looked at Andrea sucking on her stiff rod still shiny from the wetness of Andrea's mouth. She and Andrea had hit it off immediately. They met at a time that B'Ellana was starved for someone with the intellectual capacity to sort through her very confused mental state and at the same time deal with her Transgendered nature.

Andrea fit the bill in a lot of ways and more than fit the bill in the sex department. B'Ellana was looking for someone to take charge and Andrea at a point in her life where she'd try anything once and more than once if she liked it. She liked B'Ellana!

B'Ellana looked at the 60" wide screen High definition TV image and marveled at the clarity of the image. She extended her arm and just barely reached for the remote camera control without moving Andrea's head. She was reaching a visual sexual point of reference at just the right moment. Andrea lifted her head and licked the underside of B'Ellana's cock and started giving it a series of small but firm kisses. She was moving her lips all over the glistening member, stopping every now and then to rub the tip of her tongue around the head of B'Ellana swollen prick. "Hmmm,…. She moaned. Oh yeah! Hold it right there,…" As she purred with pleasure, B'Ellana adjusted the camera control with the remote until she had framed the image on the giant screen in front of her. She shifted her legs so that the angle of her legs and the stiletto pumps she was wearing formed a perfect line from her crossed black nylon and lace encased legs up though the garter belt and corsette, framing her cock and Andrea's face.

"It all started with that TV," she thought. It was the day the four of them went to look at a model of the house Tracy and Sabrina were going to buy when B'Ellana said "You know Tracy, if you get that wide screen HDTV I'll have to move in with you two" to which Tracy replied "I'll have it ordered on E-Bay ASAP". Andrea actually moved in first. Her lease at her downtown apartment came to an end just as Tracy and Sabrina were closing on the house. Tracy's last name was White and it was just outside the nation's capitol, so it affectionately became referred to as the "White House".

B'Ellana moved in later. She worried about fitting in. Tracy had told her that Sabrina thought T-girls who dabbled in gender play belittled the struggle trans-women face and make things more difficult for them. She was also not particularly fond of B'Ellana's slutty ways and Tracy gave her enough to worry about without B'Ellana adding to the situation.

But it was Andrea that helped ease everyone together. She was Sabrina's "soul sister" while making sure B'Ellana sexual appetites stayed satisfied. Andrea whose round ass covered her heals as she sat in front of B'Ellana. The picture on the screen intrigued some sense of high tech narcissism/voyeurism that made her stiff rod throb even more. B'Ellana was sure that Andrea gave the best head any genetic girl could give. Tracy knew a much wider variety of exotic oral techniques and could definitely bring B'Ellana to climax, practically at will, but Andrea knew B'Ellana's physical nuances and delighted in making her squeal with pleasure.

In time they all grew to form a fairly functional 21^st century "family". Tracy once pointed out that all four of them were manipulative people, and that serendipity (or "the Goddess" as she puts it) arranged it so they could manipulate each other into giving each other what each one needed from the other.

That was Oh so many blowjobs ago, B'Ellana thought.. She looked at Andrea's pussy from behind as the camera showed her snatch bobbing between her legs as she bent over B'Ellana's pole between the nylon lace around her thighs. This was also a favorite view for B'Ellana. She spread her legs wide on either side of Andrea and posed her best porn star facial expressions as she watched the show on the screen. As she grabbed Andrea's long blond hair (a legacy of her Norwegian heritage she'd be sure to tell you) and pulled hear head up and down over her stiff prick, B'Ellana took a longing glance at Andrea's wet pussy again.

Andrea, over time started to use her pussy as a control mechanism. She pleased B'Ellana every way imaginable, with her mouth, hands and especially her ass. She had her own preference for anal satisfaction and made sure B'Ellana kept that need fulfilled. B'Ellana, herself, preferred a good blow jib to anything. Whether giving or receiving cock or pussy, B'Ellana would choose a good suckfest over fucking any day. Somehow the rarity of vaginal sex created a special treat to be dispensed at Andrea's discretion and pleasure. "I need to fuck sweetie" B'Ellana whispered and without pause, Andrea swung around facing the camera placing her hot cunt directly in front of B'Ellana. "Fuck me in the ass first" Andrea said. B'Ellana was only a little disappointed. The image on the screen was getting hotter by the second. She grabbed the remote again and made sure the camera could show her dick moving in and out of her anal opening and the smooth outline of her silky lace top nylons against Andrea's ass. "I love it in my ass" she would say over and over. "Want some pussy baby? Hmmm? What do you want honey?" she said as her entire body shook.

"Oh baby,…, I just want to come now" B'Ellana gasped. "Come?,,,, now? But baby you haven't had any pussy!" as she said this she swung around on her back. B'Ellana moved to put bursting cock inside the steaming hole but just had enough time for Andrea to grab her stiff meat and rub the heard over hood of her clit. She paused long enough to push B'Ellana's face down to the spot where her cock had just been and moaned as her lover licked and sucked her soaking pussy and clitt to a violent body quivering orgasm.

"Thank you sweetie" she giggled as she went back to sucking on B'Ellana's cock. "Do you still want some of my pussy?" she asked. "Oh honey" B'Ellana breathed in a barely audible gasp "I just need to come right now!" Andrea grabbed a tight hold of the ready to explode member with both hands and mouth. She was aware that she had no time for a quick fuck even though her steamy cunt could use a workout. She can take care of that later she thought.

"Come on baby, you can tell me" and as she said that she completely let go of B'Ellana, sat up on her knees, and clasped her hands in front of her. B'Ellana was startled by the sudden lack of sensation so close to her moment of climax. The image on the screen set her senses spinning. Andrea totally naked kneeling like a blonde Nordic virgin sacrifice, hands clasped in prayer, before the black clad T-Goddess in stilettos, bustier, garters a and lace top stockings with a ready to explode cock throbbing in mid air.

"Tell me where you want to come…in my ass? On my face? Wanna come on my tits" she said as she ever so lightly brushed her nipples across the tip of her penis. B'Ellana thought of all the times and all the places she had already come. She really liked coming on her tits and face. If she said "in your pussy" though, she'd satisfy the urge that had her attention since she turned on the camera. She loved coming in her pussy so she could taste the flavor of "boy come" if she ate her pussy afterwards.

Andrea was starting to suck her dick again. B'Ellana knew she only had a second or two left and she was going to reach orgasm whether she'd decided on a place to come or not. In this sea of indecision, somehow she murmured "save it…. for…me..eee" just before exploding into Andrea's mouth. Andrea milked and sucked every drop of come from B'Ellana. She was especially fond of how Andrea "finished" a blowjob, sucking every last drop till there was nothing left. B'Ellana collapsed into a heap on the floor and Andrea bent down to give her a kiss. The taste in B'Ellana's mouth told her that Andrea had indeed "saved it" for her. B'Ellana drank the hot salty come she had just before poured into Andrea. Their tongues completed the transfer as they licked each other's lips clean.

"What did you have planned for today?" B'Ellana asked with her "just had my dick sucked" smile. "I was going shopping with Sabrina and maybe see if you'd fuck my ass some before going out tonight. What about you?" Andrea answered. "I told Tracy she could ride the ride this afternoon." B'Ellana said. Just another day at the White House!

  

  

  

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