I’m Billy. Sometimes, I’m Billie Gay. I ain’t the man I used to be, or at least the man I used to think I was. It’s right confusing at times, especially for me, but Vera said for me to tell my story, and it’s best to do what Vera says.

Vera ain’t my wife or nothing—Jeanie’s my wife. She’s a pretty little filly that could curl up inside Vera’s bra if she had a mind to. She calls me her pretty little filly now. We take turns brushing each other’s long hair.

My brother, Jim, is married to Vera. Jimmy and me don’t talk much about him and her, but I believe that he always does what she says, too. I know he wears girls’ panties, too, and I’m sure it wasn’t his idea. It wasn’t my idea when she made me wear ‘em.

Vera has her way and gets her way. Jimmy says that it’s Vera being Vera.

Me and Vera used to fuck. I made passes at Vera all the time and one day she said okay. We stopped after a few months because she said I was a lousy lay, and I am, no matter what I thought before then. Deep down inside, I must have known the truth, and that’s probably why I was so mean to Jeanie. I have a big truck now, and that helps, even though Vera says I don’t know how to drive a truck right, neither.

~~~

I’ll start my story the night before the rodeo, which ain’t a regular rodeo, but it was called one and it was held in a church basement.

Jeanie was getting all dolled up for her date. You see, Vera rounded up boyfriends for Jeanie; “real men,” she said. Jeanie had a lot of class (she ain’t a scumbag like me), and she never, ever fucked another man unless I was there to watch.

I had a big, special chair that we put close enough for me to see everything, but not so close as to be creepy. The chair wasn’t as comfortable once we wrapped it in vinyl, but that’s the price that I needed to pay to get pissed on. Not all of Jeanie’s bulls peed on me. Sometimes, when me and Jeanie were by ourselves, she would straddle my lap with my dick up her skinny butt, and the warmth of her pee was like the warmth of our love.

Anyway, Mr. Green (that was Jeanie’s date), he said last time that he wouldn’t come back because he didn’t care for “that pantywaist butt-munch husband” of hers watching. That made her sad because she said he smelled better than most of the others and he made her cum a lot of times. I suggested that maybe he’d like Billie Gay more than Billy (which was understandable), and she asked him, and he said okay.

We celebrated by butt-fucking each other. My darlin’ wife was a gentle, considerate butt-fucker. She had a just-right strap-on dildo that she slid in and out, in and out, and she would hug me with her little tits and pretty head resting on my back. Sometimes she jerked me all the way off, but that time she wanted me to stay hard so I could butt-fuck her back. My cock just nodded “uh-huh, uh-huh” and dribbled until it was Jeanie’s turn.

Vera always said we were made for each other, because Jeanie was built like a boy, and I wasn’t much of a man. “You’re a pussy,” she’d say. “Too bad Jeanie wasn’t born with a cock.”

While I took my turn up Jeanie’s ass, our fingers shared her pussy. I shot my load first, and she came right after. “Oh, Billy,” Jeanie said. “I love your hot jizz shootin’ up my butt.” I know that she meant it ‘cause she never lied to me and I never lie to her anymore. She came again when I sucked my cum out her backside and licked her front.

I like cum. I eat my cum and I eat Jeanie’s boyfriends’ cum, right out of her pussy or her mouth. Vera says that I like it ‘cause it’s like I’m trying to put the man back in me. “It ain’t gonna work,” she’d say, “but you keep on trying.”

I was all dolled up, too, for Mr. Green. Jeanie was all slutted up in a baby-doll negligee and makeup that made her look a lot like if Snow White was a whore on meth. I was the classy one in a tight pencil skirt like a proper office secretary. Jeanie had milked the cum out of me and taped my cock back ‘cause Mr. Green didn’t like men, or girls with cocks.

“This is Billie Gay, my dear friend,” Jeanie said while she undressed him. “She’s the one I was telling you about. I hope you don’t mind if she’s the one who watches this time.”

I looked at Mr. Green all shy-like, and I was shy—I was a shy gal. I hiked my skirt up so he could see my garters and the tops of my stockings and so he could see that there was no cock to be seen. He squinted and humphed even when Jeanie started sucking him off. I rubbed myself over my panties on the empty spot where my cock used to be and moaned—a little for him and a little for me. It felt good. It was like fingering a girl except there ain’t no hole.

Mr. Green wasn’t Jeanie’s biggest boyfriend, and he didn’t have the biggest cock, but it sure was more than big enough. I was as proud as could be of Jeanie. You’d never know by looking at her little pussy that it could open up to gobble a sucker like that. I’ve apologized over and over for making fun of how skinny she was, and thank her for pointing out how boring my pecker was. Sure, I measured it and it’s bigger than average, but that don’t mean squat.

Jeanie spread her legs really, really wide apart and said, “Billie Gay, are you watching this?” That’s what she always says when she’s about to be fucked. It’s sweet of her to make sure I ain’t missing nothing. All of Mr. Green’s five-dollar cock slowly disappeared into my darlin’ Jeanie’s cunt and I could see her cunt juices getting squeezed right out of her. “Oh, Mr. Green!” she cried when he slid that big log in and out of her.

I was lickin’ my lips thinking about eating that cum out of my wife’s pussy. I like eating cum, and there’s nothing gay about that. Vera laughed whenever she told me that eating cum would make a man out of me. I knew she was teasing but a part of me feels like it might work if I eat enough of it. It did make me feel like I was stealing her boyfriends away from her. I probably shouldn’t feel that way. Just because we’re married don’t mean I’m the only one who should be fucking her.

We are married, happy about it too, and I feel awful about when I used to fuck other women.

Most of Jeanie’s boyfriends don’t bother to look at me when they’re fucking her, but Mr. Green kept glancing my way. “Hey, you. Girl,” he said to me right after Jeanie’s second orgasm. “What is it they call you again?” That surprised me, and I stuttered out my girl name. Then he said, “Billie Gay, are you a cocksucker like your wife?”

There had only been one cock in my mouth before. I wasn’t going to tell about that right then, and I lied to him. “No, sir. I ain’t never sucked a cock before.”

“You look like a cocksucker,” he said and pulled his big one out of Jeanie’s pussy. I was pleased as all git-out ‘cause I worked hard to look like a cocksucker. “Get over here,” he said.

I scrambled out of that chair as fast as lightning and got on my knees (because that’s what good cocksuckers do). Mr. Green shook his head and said that he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He pinched my nose shut, which made me open my mouth. I looked him right in the eye and licked his cock. It tasted like Jeanie-on-a-stick.

Jeanie was so excited and proud, I could tell, and she was tapping on her pussy like she was sending a telegram from the Titanic. Having a cock myself, I knew what a good blowjob was like and so I proceeded to give Mr. Green a great one. I flicked my tongue on the tip and took as much of it in my mouth as I could. He said, “Damn, Bitch,” and he turned to Jeanie and said, “Damn, Bitch,” and he said that over and over.

Being called a bitch might not mean much to some people (hell, I used to call a lot of girls that), but it meant a lot to me because that might have been the first time a man declared live and in person that I was more of a woman than I was a man, just like Vera always said. “You’re such a pussy,” she’d say, and then she usually called me a cunt. I cried a little, but that might have been because I was gagging.

Mr. Green grunted and said, “Sorry, Baby,” but Jeanie didn’t care and clapped when he came in my mouth. I didn’t swallow any of his lip-smacking load. Nope, I opened my mouth to show Mr. Green, then I showed Jeanie, then I trotted over and spit it all in her mouth like a mama bird. We kissed it back and forth like we always did, because sharing cum is kinda our thing—that, and butt-fucking.

Meanwhile, Mr. Green lay there with his cock in his fist. He was smearing the ring of lipstick I had left behind all the way up and down his shaft, and Jeanie whispered to me that I did a good job.

“You are one ugly bitch,” Mr. Green said to me. He raised his hand, and I thought he was going to hit me. I wasn’t surprised because sometimes bitches got hit. I had been hit before, in bar fights and such, but never when wearing a dress. I had mixed feelings about that.

With the tips of his fingers, he gently brushed my hair behind my ears and squinted. “I can’t figure you out,” he told me. To be honest, I couldn’t figure nothing out myself. If he was gonna kiss me, I was gonna let him, even though none of us was gay. That ain’t what he had in mind, though.

“I already fucked your ugly face. I might as well fuck your ugly ass, too,” he said.

That scared me ‘cause of how big his cock was, but Jeanie put her fists on her hips and told him he would do no such thing. “You will not hurt my baby’s ass with that beast! You hear me?” Well, Mr. Green said, all red in the face, that no bitch had ever talked to him like that before, and she said it was about time somebody did. “Get on the bed,” she told him. He didn’t move, so she stomped her foot and shouted, “I said, get on the bed, bitch!”

Mr. Green got on the bed. Hell, I almost did. My Jeanie had never been hotter. She kinda reminded me of Vera, and I was cum-in-my-panties proud of her. She sat on top of him and stuffed his big ol’ cock back up her pussy. “I’ll make you sorry,” she said, “if you cum before I do.” That was funny, ‘cause she came quick and easy with pretty much any man except me. She came shortly after and told him that that one didn’t count.

I was supposed to keep my penis tucked away, but I couldn’t help myself. I reached under my skirt, untaped it, and let it spring to life in my hand. Jeanie tried to pretend like she was mad at me, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Get up here and stick that bad boy in my butt, Girl!” Mr. Green didn’t like that, but she told that bitch to shut the fuck up.

So, she bent forward with Mr. Green’s cock still in her and I scrambled up and proceeded to butt-fuck her. It’s a good thing I used a ton of lube ‘cause her butt hole was tighter than usual, what with Mr. Green’s cock in her pussy. I could feel him (there was no way not to feel him), and let me tell you how special that was. She had another orgasm that didn’t count either, and we bucked like two cowgirls and a cowboy.

The two of us with penises cheated, ‘cause I came and then he came before Jeanie did, but it was okay ‘cause she came right after us. After we all fell apart, Mr. Green watched me suck the cum out of Jeanie’s butt and pussy. It was all delicious and I felt like such a manly bitch, slurping it up and sharing it with my wife.

Mr. Green just shook his head all the while while he got dressed to leave. He called us freaks, but I found out later that he called Vera and asked for another date. Don’t tell nobody, but he was wearing panties the next time.

~~~

The rodeo wasn’t until after sundown, but I was out of bed before sunrise to rehearse and get ready. Vera was very clear that she wanted us to come home with a ribbon, and we surely couldn’t disappoint her.

Jeanie shaved me super-duper smooth in the shower after giving me a good scrub and buff. Jim gave me a pedicure, and that was the last I saw of him for the day. I wore my tallest, most uncomfortable heels all day so that my showtime sandals would feel good by comparison. Those and a tutu were the only things we ponies were allowed to wear.

Vera was there, of course, to run me through my drills. I pranced without a rider for better than an hour before I got any breakfast. My dick flopped around, and that was okay for the time being, but it had to be hard and stay that way for the competition. She got angrier every time the book fell off my head (because posture is muy importante), and I thought that this time Vera was gonna follow through with her threats, but she didn’t.

I had yogurt with pineapple for breakfast after my manicure. I asked why I got a mani when I was gonna be wearing my pony mittens. Vera rolled her eyes and gently stroked my face between my eyes and down my nose. “Please, don’t think.”

She was right as rain ‘cause the judges can tell by the look in your eyes if you’ve been having thoughts. I practiced my doll eyes and smiled a teeny-tiny smile, which isn’t an easy thing to do at the same time—it’s like patting your head and rubbing your belly at the same time.

Sometimes Jeanie rode me, and sometimes she didn’t as I pranced, cantered, and galloped. Our workout was light so we wouldn’t be too tired at the rodeo. After that, I spent time in the sauna, Jeanie shaved my face again, and I showered away my sweat. Ponies couldn’t smell like horses!

Jeanie carefully braided two matching braids with my hair for pony reins. She applied my makeup with subtle pony contours. Vera didn’t care much for glitter, but let Jeanie use a tiny bit with my eye shadow. The long, thick false eyelashes weighed down my eyelids, which helped with my dull look. Her makeup, as my rider, was sorta like mine, only girly, not pony-ee.

We packed our things, put on matching gingham dresses, and Vera drove us in my truck. There were ten ponies competing, and each of us had our own stall along the walls of the church basement. I hung my dress up, covered myself with a satin pony blanket, and Jeanie and I checked each other’s makeup while Vera made sure that my entry papers were in order.

I got nervous about my competitors because there were some really pretty ponies there. One of them was sure to win the biggest penis event, which meant that I’d have to do extra well in all the other ones. We straightened up and blended in my pony ears headband and dug out my hoof mittens. “Jeanie, where’s my tail?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s here.” She was way too easy-going about my tail. She knew how important a pony’s tail was to its identity, but she had a big ol’ smile while I raced around in a panic. You do not want a naked, panicky pony on your hands! Then she handed me a simple, pink case with a bow tied around it. “Open it,” she said.

I gasped. It was a brand new tail with a newest of new high-tech butt plug. “Is this your hair?” I knew it was, but I wanted to hear her say it. She had been snipping and saving hair for ages from places where I couldn’t tell.

“Do you like it?” she asked. “Who’s my pretty little filly?” Then she told me not to cry ‘cause my makeup would run. Whoda thunk that the same hair that I used to twist in my fists and yank while jamming my cock down her throat would be swishing under my tutu? Good times. Life is funny, I guess.

Jeanie checked my boner, then hopped on my back when the parade started. Vera looked proud of my posture as I pranced in my heels. I was feeling proud, and shook my ass to prove it. I knew right away I was better than some of them by the way they pranced. A pony has a rhythm to their gait, and they held their front hooves next to each other under their chins. They hopped more like bunnies than pranced like ponies. Amateurs!

We pranced and galloped, all the while keeping our boners bobbing. Jeanie dug her knees into my waist and she whispered dirty, I mean dirty things to me so my dick would stay hard. My chances of getting a ribbon got better when the pony with the biggest dick couldn’t keep it up, and another pony shot their load before the parade was over.

Jeanie and the other riders dismounted, and the ponies all stood still and tall while the judges did their “Whole Hole” inspections. There were enough rubber gloves after that to start their own landfill. Then out came the tape measures and protractors. Overall size had its own category, but they did a lot of math under our tutus, too.

Another pony lost points for an early ejaculation, but you could get some points back if you could get hard again before the cum-tasting competition. Vera always said that a proper diet meant for proper-tasting cum, and Jeanie and I did a lot of self-schooling around that. If I didn’t have the tastiest cum in the county, I’d like to taste the one that was! Jeanie jacked me off into her palm, and fed me what was left over once the judging was done.

We all took another what they called a promenade around the basement, and everyone applauded everyone else. There ain’t no bitches amongst ponies or their riders! Then we returned to our stalls while the judges judged. I was right anxious that they were taking so long. Vera said that she wasn’t disappointed in me, and that made me feel better.

We were called out to make a circle after the judges had reached their decisions. I didn’t come in third and I didn’t come in second—I actually won the first place blue ribbon for the overall best pony, and I got another ribbon on top of that for having the Purtiest Pecker!

I didn’t make a speech there because, obviously, ponies can’t talk. I’ll say here and now that I’d come a long way since I used to think that all that women was good for was cookin’ and cleanin’ and screwin’.

My success that day was due to my failure as a man, and I have my sister-in-law, Vera, and my wife, Jeanie, to thank for that.