“No Bob, we can’t. Not until tonight,” she moaned, not really wanting him to stop.
Bob wanted to respect her wishes but needed at least a taste of her. He pulled her dress up and his mouth watered at the sight of her clean-shaven pubis. He knelt before Jennifer and kissed up her legs to her thighs. He saw her labia open, beckoning him on, to what he knew she really wanted. He almost swallowed her outer lips as he voraciously nuzzled between her legs.
“Oh, Bob, the dress. We’ll ruin the dress!” she wistfully whispered in a desire-induced hysteria.
Bob looked around and grabbed a folded napkin. She raised herself up with her legs so he could put it under her bottom. As she lifted her hips, Bob buried his extended tongue into her. Jennifer closed her eyes and moaned loudly. He looked up her body and watched her tummy shake as he licked inside of her. Her breasts almost popped from her gown as they swelled with need. The excitement and fear of getting caught only made Jennifer more aroused and desperate for Bob to take her.
Bob held a cheek in each hand and he kneaded her ass like a breadmaker. He had always loved her ass. His thumb found its way up to her pussy. He flicked against her clit with the tip of it, making her moan. She could feel her excitement as it was building. Bob pressed his thumb into her as he drank from her well of desire. Her sweetness made him growl. He pursued her orgasm deeper and more vigorously attacked her clit.
A sudden rush filled Jennifer’s head. She shrieked, stiffening her back, and came while Bob nuzzled her clit. He sucked on it, making her gyrate and shake. She smiled and giggled, as he flicked his tongue across her lips promising more to come later.
They straightened themselves up to get back to the reception. When they opened the storeroom door, they heard scattered applause from the dozen or so guests standing in the hallway. Bob bowed and they went back in the reception area.
The flight to Hawaii seemed to take forever. After the accident and surgery, they had decided to wait until their wedding night before actually having sex to make it just that much more special. Now all their anticipation would be released in an incredible night of passionate lovemaking. After about 10 orgasms they would be completely spent. Then fall asleep in the comfort of each other’s embrace until the next morning.
Jennifer softly kissed Bob and slipped her tongue between his lips ever so slightly. She bit on his bottom lip and quietly whispered to him. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I can’t wait to have you.” Bob gulped as she smiled devilishly. “After your little gift in the reception hall this may get a little rough.” She grinned mischievously then slipped into the bathroom to get ready.
Oh boy, now I get to try out the new equipment, he thought to himself. Just for this night he thought he’d really do something different for her. He took out a red lace ribbon and dropped his pants down. He reached down by his knee and tied the ribbon around the tip of his enormous cock and made a nice little bow on the end.
Jennifer stepped out of the bathroom wearing a silk mini-robe, and nothing else. She took one look and jumped back, screaming “AAAAAARRRRHHHHH, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!?!”
“It’s my transplant,” Bob said while standing there naked with nothing on but a red ribbon on the end of his new fourteen-inch penis.
“Damn! You said you had some surgery after the accident, but… My goodness it’s…it’s…fuckin’ huge!”
Jennifer was astounded and excited all at once at the prospect of having to deal with this THING for the rest of her life. She was actually incredibly turned on by it because she had always fantasized about having sex with a black man. She loved Bob and wanted to tell him that the THING’s blackness and size excited her but feared his reaction. So, she bit her lip and said, “Well cowboy, let’s give this horse a new rider!”
She walked up to Bob, untying her robe and opening it up with each step closer. She pressed up against him and reached down to grasp his THING in her hand and slowly stroked it. With her other hand she grabbed onto the other half of it.
“Um, honey, are you turned on?” she whispered into his ear.
“Oh, ya!”
“Um, then why is, uh, it so soft and not hard?”
“I don’t know! The doctor said I was in perfect condition and everything was fine. It’s all there in my chart.” Bob wasn’t going to be denied and wickedly said, “Okay, baby lay down and I’ll see how this stick shift can handle your curves as I drive it into the tunnel!”
Jennifer giggled and jumped onto the bed. Licking her fingers she slipped them between her pussy lips and opened herself to him. He climbed on top of her and positioned himself and rammed his body onto hers and moaned, “How about that?”
“Um, honey, do you know what an accordion is?”
Bob nodded yes.
“Well your penis just turned into an accordion.”
The entire night became an experiment in frustration. No matter what they did nothing worked. Oral sex, doggy style, honey, masturbation, her on top, him on top, porno movies, the sheep, the hand puppets, nothing they tried helped. At about 3:30 in the morning Jennifer had given up. She was exhausted and frustrated. Her ultimate fantasy turned into a fucked-up, twilight zone nightmare.
“Baby, I don’t know what’s wrong. Maybe it’s just because of the transplant. Hand me that chart in my briefcase.” Jennifer handed him the medical records and he was reading through them when he came to the release forms that had been signed by Tyrone, the organ donor. As he read the charts a look of horror struck his face.
“What is it?” she asked.
Bob handed her the chart and she began to read aloud, “Tyrone has, by far, the worst case of impotence I have ever encountered in my thiry years of experience. No treatment, medications or surgery has helped him. My best recommendation is for him to become a monk.”
The Cross Dresser
“Hey, how about going out for a drink after work, Marsha?”
“No, Eric. It’s been a long day and I just want to go home and crawl into a hot bath with a bottle of wine,” she said. Marsha acted overly tired so as not to hurt his feelings since it was his first week.
Eric shrugged off the refusal then smiled after her comment. “Need any help?” Eric asked, pepping up quickly.
“Ha, Ha,” she replied while walking away.
Marsha undressed from work while she looked into her closet for something comfortable to put on. Amongst her vast array of business and formal wear was some men’s clothing she had gathered from past boyfriends and overnight liaisons she’d met and basically used for companionship and sex. She slipped out of her heels and let her skirt fall to the ground. Damn that crap is so uncomfortable.
She wiggled her toes and gazed at a sport coat hanging in the corner. As she put it on she could still smell the faint fragrance of cologne in the fabric. Nathan, this was Nathan’s, she remembered fondly as she smiled and licked her lips. It fit loosely, but it looked rather stylish. So she tore through her closet and drawers looking for something to match the jacket. Good thing brown is an easy color to match, she thought.
She stared into the mirror and thought, Shit, I look pretty damn good for a guy! The sports bra held her breasts tight to her so with all the layers she could pass for being a guy.
There was something missing. Oh yes! She rolled up a couple socks and tucked them into her pants to give the illusion of being a man. Of course, the bulge in her pants reminded her of a man she knew. He had a HUGE bulge, and knew how to use it!
Damn, keeping this thing straight is a bitch! No wonder guys are always adjusting themselves. The finishing touch was a Stetson cowboy hat with her hair tucked in. Then, never being one to shy away from a new experience, Marsha was out the door to the local hot spot to see if she could pull this off.
At the club Marsha blended in nicely. Probably better than expected. At the end of the bar was an attractive woman staring at her. She was very tall but slender with shoulder-length hair and wearing a sporty dress and cowboy boots—pretty cute. She
looked like someone she might have seen before shopping or something.
Now she’d never thought about this situation. At first Marsha was a little uncomfortable but at the same time it was a little exciting.
“You wanna dance?” the woman asked.
“Uh, sure,” Marsha replied, trying to lower her voice.
After a couple of line dances and a few Jack Daniel’s, ‘Mark’ was feeling a lot better. As the ‘Boot Scoot Boogie’ ended they started to play Toby Keith’s new slow ballad and the woman, whose name was Erica, grabbed her to slow dance. She grabbed her tightly to keep the charade going but wasn’t sure if the woman would notice her otherwise female features.
God, this woman is attractive and smells so good.
“You don’t talk too much, do you Mark?” Erica whispered.
Marsha couldn’t help but hold tighter to this woman as she thought about being with another woman. She wasn’t a lesbian or anything, but the thought had crossed her mind before. Like when one of her male friends was making love to her and she needed something to fantasize about other than the guy’s hairy ass.
Suddenly Erica grasped her ass and kissed her on the neck right below the ear.
WOW!
She slowly moved her hand around the front and grabbed hard onto the sock. Erica whispered into her ear, “Let’s get out of here.” Then bit on her earlobe.
Oh man, what do I do? she thought, ideas racing through her mind.
Back at her place, Marsha set out some wine, turned the lights down and put on some soft music just like all her boyfriends had done. Also, it gave her time to think of how to explain to Erica about what was going on. She glanced over and saw the firelight faintly flickering on Erica’s face making her look that much more attractive. How the hell am I going to pull this off? she thought to herself. I am going to tell her I was curious about dressing and acting like a man. And that I am so sexually motivated by her that I want to…no, I can’t.
She handed Erica a glass of wine. Sitting down across from her, Marsha smiled shyly.
“Uh, Erica, uh, I’d like—,” she stuttered.
“Don’t be shy, Mark. I’m a big girl,” Erica said as she slid off the couch and sat in front of Marsha between her legs. She set her hands on Marsha’s legs, and moved them slowly up to her sides. Gently grasping Marsha’s neck, she motioned her to come closer until their mouths met. She slightly parted her mouth, barely tracing Marsha’s lips with the tip of her tongue. They were so soft. Marsha was almost euphoric with pleasure as she opened her eyes.
“I need to tell you something,” she said as Erica leaned her back in the chair.
Marsha couldn’t move as Erica slowly kissed her neck and licked the perspiration beading up around her neckline. There was no turning back now. Intense excitement built up inside her. Erica slowly unbuttoned the shirt exposing Marsha’s breasts. Looking surprised, Erica wickedly smiled. She was amazed at the way Marsha’s breasts firmed to her attentions and buried her face into the cleavage and pulled the bra up with her teeth.
Marsha’s chest heaved with every deep breath, and she couldn’t help but want Erica to continue. Every touch sent electric shocks straight down to the scalding fire burning between her thighs. Ecstasy drove all thought from Marsha’s mind.
“Please, release me!” she begged. The intensity just kept building.
“Lie down and close your eyes,” Erica asked.
Erica could see what she needed and lay Marsha down on the rug. She pulled her shirt and pants off. Erica painstakingly massaged Marsha’s body starting at her chest, caressing her breasts. When she gently rubbed on Marsha’s tight nipples, Marsha felt tingling sensations down to her bucking pelvis. As Erica removed her anticipation-soaked panties Marsha couldn’t control her thrusting. She needed to explode from this pent-up sexual frenzy.
Erica moved her hands in a circular motion towards Marsha’s pubis and slipped her finger between the outer lips of her vagina. The juices were beckoning her to explore deeper so she slid her index finger inside. Marsha moaned deeply, raising her hips to pull Erica’s finger in deeper and her muscles drew it in and held on tightly. She grabbed onto the carpet beneath her and clenched tightly as another finger was forced into her. Erica moved her fingers in a tight rotating movement, stroking against Marsha’s engorged clitoris. Marsha’s pussy was so supersensitive that nothing else even mattered—her entire focus was on that one spot.
Erica reached underneath her ass, picked up her pelvis and dove face first into her muff, forcing her tongue inside. Marsha melted. It was as if honey were poured onto her pussy. Erica spread her fingers apart exposing her clitoris, then lashed it with her tongue. The way she licked the hood and length of her clit made Marsha almost pass out from the desperate need to climax. Erica slid her finger deep into Marsha’s wetness and, finding her G spot, plunged repeatedly harder and deeper against it. The glorious and riveting pulses rushing through her body only added to the intensity of her orgasm when Marsha finally let go and shook uncontrollably.
Marsha’s legs were like Jell-O, so weak and limber from all the tension released. Her shaking was still very apparent and uncontrollable. She was still lying on the rug with only the light from the fire shining on her glistening sweat when she said, “My god, I’ve never been with a woman. I don’t know what to do but if you tell me…is there anything I can do for you?” She really wanted Erica to show her. “What do you want me to do?”
When Erica didn’t respond, Marsha rolled over to Erica and kissed her and moved down her body to her skirt. She slowly pulled up her skirt to her crotch and saw something distinctly peculiar: men’s underwear wrapped with an Ace bandage. Confused she looked up at Erica with a “HUH” on her face.
While Marsha lay there, Erica took off her wig—she was really Eric. Actually he made a pretty woman and not that bad-looking a guy.
“You know, the next time someone asks you out don’t be so hesitant.”
“I thought there was something familiar about you,” Marsha said.
“Next time you shouldn’t wear boots with a long skirt.”
The Plane Ride
Debra was trying unsuccessfully to put her briefcase into the upper compartment, struggling obviously, when Jim stepped up beside her.
“These things can be a bitch. Let me move mine out of the way then yours will fit in there.”
“Why thank you,” she said, checking out his ass as he reached up to put her bag away.
“I’m sorry. I always bring more than I need for these long trips, thinking I’ll get some work done. Hello, by the way. I’m Jim.”
“Debra. Nice meeting you.” She shook his strong hand noticing his long, thick fingers.
Debra was an extremely successful businesswoman with a Fortune 500 computer company. But being a workaholic, she never had much time for any kind of relationship or recreation. A corporate takeover was the only reason she had taken this trip. Because she was a good-looking blonde, people envisioned her sleeping her way up the company ladder. The reality was she fought hard to keep her reputation intact. She was a bitch.
Jim was flying back to LA for a job interview. His family still lived there, but he had moved away for a job in Detroit that fell apart. He wanted to get a job back home in California and this was his big chance.
After listening to Sade’s new CD on the headphones and downing martinis, Debra was feeling pretty mellow. She and Jim started talking and pretty soon she was flirting with him, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse to reveal her large, completely paid for breasts. They were talking about themselves and sex eventually popped up. Jim had “popped up” too, so he adjusted his swelling growth in his trousers many times. Being a little embarrassed, he requested a pillow from the stewardess.
Debra was telling him about some of her more elaborate fantasies and how having sex in public places really turned her on. But, then the drinks or all the rain outside the plane made her need to go to the bathroom. So she got up and leaned o
ver to him saying, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” giving Jim a complete view of her breasts. Her hand accidentally fell into his lap…accidentally. She raised her eyebrow at the length of Jim’s hardness.
“No problem,” he said, adjusting his crotch again.
She stepped into the bathroom. Her head spun a little as she sat down. Suddenly there was a cracking sound. The plane jolted and the lights started flickering. She stood up, quickly pulling herself together, and opened the door.
As Debra stepped out of the restroom she yelled, “What the hell is—???” and before she could finish the question Jim was in front of her.
Jim forced her back into the bathroom and switched on the occupied sign. Debra looked into Jim’s eyes and saw his desperation.
“Don’t say a word,” Debra ordered.
With their end in sight they had nothing to lose. Debra violently tugged at his pants, while Jim tried to unbutton her expensive blouse. As the turbulence increased so did their fury. He slammed her back against the wall and ripped open her blouse, scattering the buttons everywhere. He buried his face in her bosom and licked her cleavage hungrily. She unbuttoned his pants and forced the zipper down, unaware he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Jim’s scream was excruciatingly loud. After the initial pain subsided, he tugged and tore at her underwear shredding them from her body.
He grabbed her hands and shoved them against the wall. With one hand he lifted her backside up. The other held her leg at his hip. No words were said as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. He plunged into her letting out a deep moan. There was also a loud sucking sound. Her ass was pressing against the flush button on the bathroom wall. The turbulence from the plane increased and the vibrations shook the walls.
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