Tranford Tales - Bella

CHAPTER 1

Our marriage was centred on true love. My wife and me were both completely in love.

Just not with each other.

But with our daughter Bella, who made the marriage.

We were stupid young people who took a risk and lost. Neither of us wanted an abortion, so we married, though it spoiled her career plans, and to some extent mine.

But when the baby who had caused the marriage arrived, we both fell in love with her and wanted to be the best parents possible. Apart from that, we had less in common than we should have, but were happy in being privileged to live with Bella, and marvelled at every ordinary achievement.

Changing nappies was a privilege to be shared, not a chore. Bathing her was a joy for which we took turns, and continued even after she had started school. It was a bittersweet moment when she decided she was a big girl and could do it all herself.

We didn't try for another baby. Partly because we weren't in love with each other, and partly because it might spoil the wonderful experience of Bella.

By the time she was six, we had agreed to take care of our own sexual needs. When she went to secondary school, we agreed that a relationship with another person was acceptable, providing it was discreet. My wife managed it, though I never did. I think it is easier for women to simply approach a man for sex.

Meanwhile we both took part in the high and low points of a growing life. I had no sisters so was fascinated to watch her change physically and mentally from a girl into a woman. Only her mother dealt with matters such as periods, of course, but I was glad to be informed. The insight increased my admiration of women, including my wife.

That is when I thought we should have been able to get back together, but sadly she now had someone else for more than just sex.

We decided that we would stay together till our daughter was eighteen. She would be an adult, so we could explain frankly, and come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement between the three of us.

But she was so excited by the prospect of university that we decided to wait until she graduated.

Neither of us had been to university (in my wife's case, because of the arrival of Bella). So when she got the grades necessary for her chosen course, it was just the latest delight for the two of us out of a whole series that besotted parents know.

The university was quite some distance away, and we agreed it was good for her to start looking after herself and living independently. It was strange not having her in the house, but a special joy when she came back to us in the vacations.

Until she did something that was not so wonderful.

Brought a female friend called Virginia home, and proudly announced that she was a lesbian. I was a bit surprised that the friend didn't look mannish or have butch clothes and hair. She was an ordinary girl, quite attractive, in a nice dress, hair and makeup. (My wife said maybe that was for us.)

Of course, we told Bella we were happy for her, and it was good to be open, and we were glad to meet her friend who of course could share the bedroom.

We would have had to be brilliant actors to hide what we really felt, and we weren't brilliant. That's when some of the issues between us came out.

My wife blamed me.

"I shouldn't be surprised," she said, in the house we still shared, but had not seen even an attempt at lovemaking for more than a decade.

"Queer dad, queer daughter," she added. "Nothing like that in my family!"

"I'm not gay," I said, though I knew there was no point in arguing. What she called my perversion may not have been the reason, but was an excuse for her refusing to have sex with me.

I just liked a finger up my bum.

In the early years, when we only had a baby or toddler, we tried a few positions and ideas in an ultimately failed attempt to get some ongoing sexual magic between us.

She hated my finger in hers, but persisted for a while because stimulating mine really got me going. Until finally (and not long) she announced it was disgusting and humiliating for her, and I should get myself a boyfriend.

We pretended it had never happened, and had straightforward sex for a while. It was satisfactory for me, but not wonderful, and just occasionally she seemed to enjoy it and my hopes got up along with my affection. Not love, but a possible substitute if she could join me.

It didn't work out, and we agreed to differ on matters of sex.

Separate beds, and eventually separate bedrooms.

In a sense it was easier knowing I had absolutely no chance, so may as well have a wank when I felt like it, just discreetly.

And finger my bum when I wanted.

But it's a bit hard to reach.

So I tried other things. All sorts of things. Household objects (cleaned up very carefully afterwards and put away.) My wife knew I had some lubricant for wanking, but I hoped she didn't guess the rest. I knew she had a vibrator, but we were both discreet and respected each other's privacy. It kept us more cheerful when together, which is what we wanted for Bella's sake.

I was occasionally disappointed when a kitchen implement with a particularly effective handle was replaced, but of course could not say anything. On the other hand, it was quite reasonable for me to buy tools such as screwdrivers with nicely shaped handles. Though I didn't do that much DIY, I was well equipped. Maybe my wife guessed, but she didn't say anything.

CHAPTER 2

In the last year of Bella's degree, my wife introduced me to Garth, the man who would take my place when we got divorced. It was quite amicable, but rather sad. She even had a suggestion where I could live so as to be close to Bella, when our house became his home.

But Bella did what we had failed to foresee - she got the offer of a job in the same city as the university, as had her partner, so they would be living there.

We were still living close to where we were born, and assumed Bella would live close to her parents as we had. Stupid, of course. We were focussed on her, but it didn't work the other way round.

My wife resented the fact that (as she saw it) I had stopped her going to university, and probably getting a better job. (But it wasn't rape: she was at least as desperate to get laid as me. And we both knew about contraception.)

I didn't really have a career, just a decent job. I had actually been offered a promotion a while back, but as it involved moving to another city, I turned it down because I didn't want to disrupt Bella's schooling or take her away from her friends. That seemed to be it for my career, but I didn't resent it.

Bella got her degree. Second class honours didn't sound so good, but she assured us that honours was the key thing and very few got first class. It had been enough to get her the job she wanted.

We clapped furiously as Bella marched across the stage to accept her degree from someone in grand clothes (and clapped politely for everyone else, and a bit more for Virginia). We met her personal tutor and photographed her with classmates (and especially Virginia). Virginia was frequently congratulated for getting first class.

Virginia's parents were a bit overenthusiastic about the relationship and how the two families would be friends, but of course we agreed we must get together sometimes. Virginia's older sister was there with a toddler, so her mum was already a grandma, which upset my wife, though she tried not to show it.

Back home for a few weeks, and part of this was moving stuff to her new place, which was called Tranford. I didn't quite understand the explanation, but apparently it was a bit of a gay village.

"It would suit you then," remarked my wife waspishly.

CHAPTER 3

It was an amicable divorce, though we were both surprised at the legal costs (not pleasantly). God knows what it costs if you contest it!

I moved to a small rented flat. Alone.

Although we hadn't been in love, I missed the companionship.

I was already part way through a bottle of rum when Bella came to visit me.

I was glad to see her, of course, but her condolences and my inebriation triggered the urge to tell the whole sad story of our marriage. She said she knew we had poured all our love on her rather than each other, and said we had been great parents.

Somehow, I told Bella about my perversion.

"Oh, everybody does that," she said airily. "At least, it's quite common and normal. Men especially like it because it stimulates the prostate. Nothing to do with being gay."

"Although if you are gay," she added, "it's nothing to be ashamed of, and I could obviously help you to meet people."

I was stunned, and slightly sobered up enough to assure her that I fancied women not men.

"Would you fancy Virginia if she was available?"

"Well..." I began.

"I'll take that as a yes. She's very pretty, isn't she? Oh, go on, don't deny it!"

"I know you think the sun shines out of my bottom, but honestly I'm quite plain, and was below average at uni. But as my tutor said, it's a tough course, and they wouldn't give a pass mark unless we had achieved the necessary level. I'm happy enough with my looks and my degree, and it got me the job."

"But I fancy women, so I'm quite proud that someone as pretty as Virginia will have me. It's more about personality, of course, but it's nice to have that as well. Mum's good looking, so you must have been proud of her until Garth took her away."

"I'm so sorry, Dad," she said as she hugged me.

We managed to perk up, and remembered good times, especially the funny ones, and I was quite cheered up when she left. I knew I was going to see her quite often, and arranged to go and see her and Virginia in Tranford. She said they would arrange for me to stay the night.

Tranford was a fairly typical modern estate on the outskirts of the city. A former village, I suppose. The pub was the only older building. Actually, now I think about it, it was more varied than a typical estate, and there was a green area between it and a light industrial estate.

But what was even less typical was the people we saw when we went to have dinner in the pub. It was a happy friendly crowd, but one or two of the women looked like - well men!

"It's a place where people can be what we call gender non-conforming," Bella told me.

"There's gay men and lesbian couples, but others who like to dress or live as something different on their birth certificate, or even change around."

"In fact, it's all very ordinary once you get used to it," Virginia added.

"It's just people minding their own business, but it's a very friendly place. A lot of them have had difficulty, especially the transgender ones, and it's a relief to be in a place where it doesn't matter."

It was good to get to know Virginia. She was a really nice young woman, so I was glad for Bella to have her as a friend. (I hadn't quite got into the idea of a couple like a man and woman.)

I was literally old enough to be Virginia's father, not to mention the fact that she was a lesbian, so did not imagine anything else for a moment, but she was definitely attractive.

It was a two-bedroom flat. They had a double for themselves and a single for guests, so I did not have to sleep on the sofa.

The next morning Virginia went off, but I was staying till the afternoon.

"I'm going to run a bath," Bella told me, "In case you want to use the toilet first."

So I did.

I had just switched on the TV when I heard her call out.

"Dad, can you come here please?"

"What is it, love?" I said through the door.

"Just open the door, please."

"More," she added, so I did.

"Don't be shy, Daddy, come in."

Hesitatingly, I did, carefully looking away from the bath.

Which meant looked at the mirror to see Bella smiling at me.

"Come and sit on the toilet like you used to, and wash my back. I haven't had my Daddy bath me for such a long time!"

"But.." I began, but didn't know what to say.

It may have been the best experience of my life.

We talked like we used to do and played with two plastic ducks.

I soaped her back and arms, especially the armpits, so she giggled.

"And my chest, Daddy. It's all right, really it is. You know I love you and trust you."

Her breasts felt lovely, but I was just washing, no more than that.

But they were lovely.

She stood up, and I admired her female body at its peak.

I felt so loving and proud of what my daughter had grown into.

I soaped her bum and legs, and just momentarily in between, like with a little child.

I can honestly say there was no lust. Just love and happiness to know at last what she had grown into. And astonishment in the trust and love she showed me.

I pulled the plug and rinsed her off with the shower head, then held out a big towel and rubbed her dry.

She kissed me.

"You know I really missed it, after I said I was a big girl. I think I said it a bit early. Shall we have some cocoa?"

Of course, bathtime and cocoa! That was also wonderful.

"Let's do this again, Daddy," she said suddenly.

"If ever you're a bit down, come to Tranford and give me a bath. It'd be good for me too."

I left her to do her hair and get dressed, then she made lunch.

I was so happy.

"I've got a present for you before you go," Bella told me, and I said she shouldn't have.

She came back with some sort of straps in one hand and a black object in the other.

It was a strap-on dildo, though I didn't know those words at the time.

She put it on over her clothes, and it was pretty obvious what it was for.

"The thing about being a lesbian is liking women, not wanting to be a man. We're mostly happy pleasing each other with what we've got, but we tried this, though we don't use it now. Apparently a lot of straight women like to use it on their husbands, and the husbands like it as well. It's a shame you and Mum never tried it."

I thought the same.

It was exactly what I had always needed. No handles of household objects. Not a man with a cock.

A loving woman with a strap-on dildo. What a wonderful idea!

She took it off and put it in my hand. The smooth shape and the firm squeeziness of the rubber were perfect. That was exactly what I wanted in my bottom, what I had been looking for.

My body responded and I turned away.

"Don't be embarrassed, Dad," she said, smiling in a kind way.

"I've seen erections before. I'm glad you're a normal man and healthy. I'm just sorry I can't help you with it, because I do love you."

She hugged me, keeping our groins apart.

"Look, have it. The base is actually a sucker, so you can fix it somewhere. You can work out the rest. We don't use it, so you may as well."

"I can't," I said.

CHAPTER 4

But I did.

I took it home. If you can call the shitty little flat home.

It was the best thing I had ever had in my bum, and I found the exact place to stick it on the tiles in the bathroom so I could work myself to an orgasm. The toilet seat was good as well.

I got the occasional invitation to visit Bella and Virginia, which was always nice. And Virginia tactfully withdrew to the pub so I could bath my daughter. That always set me up for a good while.

So I was reasonably happy at work, and they were happy with me.

Bella's mother let me know she was very happy with Garth.

It was many months later, when I had told Bella that sorry, no there was no possible woman in my life, and she asked me if I had ever used the dildo.

"Oh yes, regularly," I said enthusiastically, then went red as wished I could take the words back.

"Don't be embarrassed, Dad," she said sympathetically, just as she had before.

"I've told you, it's quite common for men to like it. I'm glad you're getting some fun. I just wish you could find a woman to help you."

I couldn't help it. The thought gave me a rock-hard erection, but she was tactful enough not to say anything, and we tried to talk about other things.

Virginia came back from the pub, and they went into the kitchen together.

When they came in, I said I'd better be going to bed.

"No, wait a mo," said Virginia, then whispered in Bella's ear. They went back into the kitchen, and came back.

They held hands as Bella spoke.

"Dad, if you'd like to try the strap-on..."

She went pink and stopped.

"Virginia..."

"I..," began Virginia, also going pink, "I would do it."

Then the words came tumbling out, as they cut over each other, explaining that neither of them liked being fucked with it, but Virginia liked being the active one, and had found the idea of fucking a man really exciting. Bella had suggested we try it.

"No, no, I couldn't!" I said, of course, then crossed my legs as my cock rode up.

There was nothing for it but to say a quick good night, then go to the bathroom before hurrying to my bedroom, and tossing myself off.

Not long after, I heard moans from the other bedroom, so had a restless night.

None of us said anything in the morning about what had happened, and I went away.

I held off for a week.

Then I gave in, and fucked myself in the bathroom looking at a picture of Virginia from the graduation. Afterwards I felt a mixture of elation and guilt, and vowed not to do it again.

But I did, of course. Followed by remorse and despair.

And I was so embarrassed that I didn't phone Bella, as I usually did.

And when she phoned to ask me to come and give her a bath, I said I was too busy at work so was working weekends. Then I sat on the bed and cried.

I wanted nothing in the world but to see Bella sometimes and know she was happy, but I was too ashamed to go.

CHAPTER 5

I tried, but couldn't disguise the fact that I was depressed. People at work tried to encourage me to get out and find a woman. My face when someone asked about my daughter showed there was a problem there, and I obviously didn't want to talk about it.

Finally, Bella phoned and said Virginia would be away the following weekend, so why didn't I come and see her? I gave in, and finally made the journey.

We hugged and kissed and talked about inconsequential things.

"Look, Dad," she said. "All I want is to see you sometimes. Virginia'll keep out of the way, if you like, but I do love her - she's my special one, and I'm hers."

"Now why not give me a bath?"

It was as heart-warming as ever, and I agreed not to be a silly billy, and come to see my daughter and her partner at least once a month. By arrangement, of course. And Virginia didn't have to keep out of the way.

As life often got in the way, it wasn't every month, but often enough. Virginia was such a nice person, and they were deeply in love. But sometimes I got an erection in the bathroom, and felt a bit awkward. Not from my daughter, but from Virginia, sitting on a stool and chatting with us. I hoped she didn't notice. She said it was so nice to watch us together, and what a great father I had been.

A few months later Virginia was out somewhere, and Bella was in the bath.

"Daddy. This is a big ask, I know, but I really wish you'd do something for me. Please let Virginia try to fuck you just once. I really think you both want it, and I love you both so much, I wish you would. She's staying at the pub, but she can come here in a few minutes if you want - even to tell her no."

"I haven't got the equipment," I said, and she smiled. She is so beautiful when she does.

"You didn't say no, and you didn't say you didn't want it. You just made an excuse, because you really want it. You're just embarrassed, aren't you?"

"Well, er..."

"Oh, thank you, Daddy! We actually bought another set, just in case we could persuade you. If you don't like it you don't have to do it again, but I'm so glad if you try it at least."

"Now dry me and I'll give her a ring."

I'm basically an honest person, so I couldn't deny it, nor the stiffness in my pants thinking about it.

She came round, and eventually I went to the toilet and prepared myself as I did at home. When I came out, Virginia was standing naked, looking like a goddess. A goddess with a dick!

There was a towel on the bed, so I stood bending over it, as someone fingered my bum, soon going to two fingers. Then I felt the delightful pressure of the knob slowly moving back and forth until my sphincter yielded. I looked across the bedroom mirror to see Virginia with a look of concentration slowly moving her hips. Seeing my face, Bella gave me a big smile.

We were all smiling when Virginia finally got it to full length and started working me. My cock was already dripping.

It was the second-best experience of my life as beautiful Virginia worked her way up to a proper fucking, pounding me hard. Everything I wanted, with a long coming, and Virginia groaning with pleasure as well. She carefully withdrew, and I collapsed on the bed.

That became the third best experience of my life the next day. I had never thought of being fucked in the arse in any other way than from behind. This time they persuaded me to lie on my back on the edge of the bed with a pillow under me. Virginia stood and fucked me face to face. Not only did I get a wonderful penetration, I could see the goddess doing it, and her pleasure as well.

I still say that the first time I bathed adult Bella was the best experience of my life, but this was a pretty good second. And it's one I have repeated many times, though Virginia also fucks me from behind, depending on what she feels like, and always with Bella's agreement.

Virginia and I never kiss. She doesn't touch my cock and balls and I don't touch her breasts or body in any other way, so all that intimacy is reserved for Bella. I haven't told my ex-wife (and I'm not going to) but I don't think that having sex with a beautiful woman makes me queer!

It's been a win-win. I visit my daughter more often, and enjoy bathtime with her. Both Virginia and I enjoy our occasional sex, but Bella says it hasn't hurt the love between them. In fact I've an idea it's partly Virginia doing it for Bella. She knows how much Bella wants it for me, so maybe I get more than if it was just for herself.

I've got to know Virginia better, and couldn't wish a better life partner for my gorgeous Bella.

And for my birthday, they got me a present.

A larger dildo for the strapon!

It took some work, but now it's hard to express the immense satisfaction it gives me. And the love there must be between Virginia and Bella, as well as the love I feel for my daughter.