by G Scott Gray
And then came the shock.
Lilly very slowly took off her remaining undergarments. They were a lacy pair of panties, not the sort of thing worn by a decent Englishwoman. A decent woman would wear bloomers which came all the way down to the knees. These however, came only as far as her thighs. She pulled them slowly down, over her waist and over the smattering of dark curly hair. Still further down, they revealed the very top of her secret womanly place. Wickham watched, craning his neck to get the very best view.
Then he fell off his chair.
The reason was that Lilly pulled her red panties all the way down. And there, instead of the pretty womanhood betwixt her legs with the line running down where her thighs meet, he saw something quite different. Something completely shocking, even for Wickham.
For, Lilly had a manhood.
She had a large member which swung heavily between her legs. She had the face and breasts of a woman but the intimate parts of a man. Wickham was confused. He wanted to ask her what it was all about. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop staring at Lilly’s manhood. It was large and thick and the orbs beneath were those of a man also.
“Lilly,” he finally managed to say, “what does it mean? Are you a woman or a man?”
“I’m both, Mr Wickham. You see in Siam, there are many like me. We are highly prized as concubines. People call us shemale or lady-young gentleman. Some people have even called me a tart with a male part. It can be very hurtful.”
“Well, I shall call you Lilly,” said Wickham.
“Thank you.”
Wickham picked himself up off the floor and took his seat again. He could not stop himself from looking at Lilly. From her long, dark hair to her beautiful face. Then at her delicious breasts and then further down to her large member. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. And yet he found himself intrigued and even a little aroused.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Lilly,” he said.
“Thank you. Would you like to…kiss me?”
“Yes, I think I would.”
He got up from his chair and put his arms around her naked body. He kissed her delicately on the lips. He was most definitely aroused, and his own member was becoming very hard. Lilly felt it as he pushed his body against hers.
“Would you like to touch?” she said.
For a moment his face was filled with doubt. True, he had dabbled with men in the past, but he always considered himself a man who batted for the right team. And yet, there was something about Lilly. Or rather the contrast between her lovely feminine face, her firm, full breasts and her large manhood becoming heavy with engorgement. He was intrigued but also very aroused.
He put his hand down and took Lilly’s member in his hand. It thrilled him when he felt it harden to his touch. He stroked it a couple of times and it hardened still further. He explored the full length of Lilly’s shaft, from the bulbous head at the top and all the way down, brushing his fingers over her tight balls of love.
“Is there anything else you would like to do?” whispered Lilly.
“What else were you thinking of?”
“Would you like to suck it?”
There was no hesitation from Wickham this time.
“Yes,” he breathed.
Lilly stood before him naked, a little smile playing around her lips. Her member was fully erect now and looked magnificent. It was long, at least eight inches, and thick too. Wickham smiled back and got down on his knees before her.
Even though he had enjoyed occasional dalliances with other men, they had merely been brief escapades with drinking friends and such like. Sometimes he would bring friends to his house and late into the evening they would begin to describe their wives and what they looked like naked and what they enjoyed in the bedchamber. And sometimes things would go a little further and he and a friend, or on occasion two, would remove their white breeches and linen undergarments and would pleasure themselves, each one encouraging the other(s) with descriptions of his wife. Very occasionally he would touch the member of another gentleman or even give it a little stroke, excited by descriptions of the other fellow’s wife or mistress.
But this? He had never sucked another gentleman’s member, or even thought it possible that he would. And yet here he was, kneeling before a beautiful woman with a large, very hard, manhood.
He put his head forth and took Lily in his mouth, just covering the bulbous end with his lips. He liked it even better than he thought he would. The hardness and texture as well as the taste felt quite delightful in his mouth. He moved further down the shaft until the entire length of Lilly’s member was in his mouth. Then he began to suck. He sucked slowly but passionately, all the way down the shaft, relishing the way in which it filled his mouth and pressed against the back of his mouth.
He had often wondered what it was like for Lydia when she sucked his own manhood in their bedchamber (and in the library, and in the study, and in the meadows outside). She always seemed to enjoy it as he moved his hips back and forth a little to love her harder. And she always purred with pleasure when he spurted his seed in her mouth.
Well, now he knew. It was wonderful, especially when Lilly put her hands down on his head, enjoying his attentions on her big, female cock. He wanted to tell her how good it felt, but he was unable to speak, as his mouth was filled with her firm flesh. Fortunately, she spoke.
“Oh, Mr George, that is most pleasing. I love the way you suck my she - cock. I hope you are enjoying yourself too?”
“Mmm hmm,” was all he could manage to say, accompanied by a little nod of his head.
He grasped her buttocks and pulled her closer.
Above him, Lilly’ breathing changed suddenly. She began to breathe much more quickly, her breaths punctuated by little moans and gasps. Wickham wondered if she were approaching her climactic moment. He sucked her harder and faster. Moments later she answered his question as a great spurt of her essence shot into his mouth. He swallowed quickly as yet more of her creamy seed spurted into his mouth. It was the first time he had tasted somebody else’s seed (except when Lydia kissed his mouth after he had cum in hers in a delicious snowball). It was thick and salty and he liked it.
With a last little suck of Lilly’s fine, thick manhood, Mr Wickham pulled his head back and eased her from his mouth. He looked up at Lilly and grinned, a little of her seed on his lips. He stood up and looked directly at her. Lilly took his handkerchief from the pocket of his white trousers and very tenderly wiped his lips. She looked down and saw a large, very obvious bulge in his trousers, so tight that it hurt him a little.
“Why, Mr George,” she said, “you appear to have become a little excited.”
Wickham glanced down.
“Yes, I have rather.”
He took her hand and placed it gently on his erect manhood. Her touch made him gasp with desire.
“Tell me something,” she said, “does your wife ever please you with her mouth?”
His face took on a dreamy look as he remembered the times Lydia had given his member the wonderful attentions of her sweet mouth. Or what the crude slang of the time called, ‘a blow job’.
“Oh, yes. She has done so many times.”
“Well, I believe that they would fade from your memory and be as nothing compared to the manner in which I would please you.”
“What,” said Wickham, not quite understanding.
“I mean, I would give you the best blow job you’ve ever had. I would suck your big cock even better than your pretty wife.”
“Really?” said Wickham with a leer.
“Yes. Truly. Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
“I believe I would. However, would you excuse me for a moment.”
He hurried from the room and went to find his wife.
He found her in the library. She was reading a book of erotic Japanese art and looked up as he came in.
“Lydia, my love,” he said breathless.
“Why, George, what is it?”
> “Lydia, you know how much I enjoy love by mouth?”
“You mean when I suck your big, firm manhood? Yes, I enjoy that too. So has the young lady been pleasuring you with her mouth.?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Oh, I see. You mean you licked her secret womanly place with your tongue? Then she’s a lucky lady, for you know how much I enjoy it when you slide your tongue in me.”
She felt a little dampness betwixt her legs.
“No, that’s not it either,” said George slowly.
“George, I don’t understand. You were talking about oral love. So, if the lady did not suck your manhood and you did not lick her womanhood, then what on earth do you mean?”
“Perhaps it would be easier if I show you what I mean. Come to our bed chamber.”
Lydia’s heart fluttered a little. She always enjoyed a threesome, whether it be with another man or another woman. She hurried after her husband, excited at the thought of sharing him with a beautiful and exotic woman from Siam.
When Lydia entered the room, Lilly had her back to her. Lydia could not help admiring her smooth, round, pert bottom. She understood now (or thought she did at least) how much Wickham must have enjoyed himself with her.
“Now, Lilly, “said Wickham, “why don’t you turn around so my wife can have a good look at you.”
Lydia was confused. Was there something unusual about Lilly’s face?
Slowly Lilly turned.
Lydia looked closely at her face, trying to determine what was so unusual that her husband had brought her here expressly. She saw nothing unusual in Lilly’s face, all she knew was that she was a stunningly beautiful woman.
Then her eyes dropped. She squealed with a mixture of surprise and sheer delight when she saw Lilly’s large manhood.
“George, George, Lilly’s got a cock.”
“Yes, I’d noticed, my love.”
“Mmm, rather a big one too.”
“That’s right. Lilly’s is a she - male, you see.”
“A she - male?”
“Yes. You know, a lady - young gentleman. A tart with a man’s part.”
“How delightful,” said Lydia.
“Now, Lilly,” said Wickham, “why don’t you tell Mrs Wickham what you told me earlier.”
“Very well. I was explaining to your husband that I am very excellent in giving men pleasure with my mouth. I am most excellent at giving oral. I think you English call it giving the head?”
“Giving head,” corrected Wickham.
“Sorry, giving head,” said Lilly. “Anyway, I am very good at it. I understand you are very good too. And I made a wager that I may be even better. And so, he thought it might be a good idea for me to demonstrate and see if what I say is true.”
“So, you want to suck my husband’s cock?” said Lydia icily.
“Oh, I am very sorry, Mrs Wickham. I have made a mistake. There has been a misunderstanding. I would not wish to come between a husband and his wife.”
Lydia smiled.
“I’m teasing you, Lilly. I would be more than happy for you to pleasure my husband. As long as I am permitted to watch.”
“That would be my pleasure,” said Lilly.
“Mine too,” said Wickham with a leer.
“And then perhaps I could watch George return the favour.”
“Too late, Lydia,” said Wickham.
“You mean you already have? George I am shocked. Shocked and hurt.”
“You mean because you didn’t get the chance to watch?” said her husband.
“Precisely,” she said with a grin. “And did you enjoy it?”
“I enjoyed it very much,” he said.
“You see,” she said. “I told you you’d like it once you got over your reservations.”
“I enjoyed it very much also, Mrs Wickham,” said Lilly. “Your husband pleased me very well.”
Lydia looked at him archly.
“Why, George Wickham,” she said. “You’re almost as craven as I am. Now, remove those white breeches and let me see how good Lilly is.”
Wickham glanced at Lilly. He pulled off his boots and unfastened his trousers. He pulled them down and kicked them off. He took off his frilly shirt and stood there in his white underwear. He beckoned Lilly with his eyes, and she walked over and stood in front of him, so close they could hear each other breathing heavily. Lilly unfastened the little white drawstring and loosened his short undergarments. She slowly tugged them down, inch by inch.
Finally, she pulled them down completely and he kicked them off. She looked at his naked body and gave a little gasp of delight when she lowered her gaze further and saw his manhood, large and erect. He looked at Lydia and she grinned at him.
Lilly looked at her too and Lydia gave a little nod. She got on her knees and kissed Wickham’s hard member, on the underside, and then running her tongue along the big blue vein. He gave a little cry of pleasure and his legs buckled slightly. She then took the big head in her mouth and sucked him in earnest.
She was right, Wickham thought. She was very good indeed. Perhaps because she had a male member herself, she knew what would please him most. And please him she did. She pleased him very much, sliding her lips expertly up and down his long shaft. Was it better than his wife, thought Wickham to himself? It was difficult to say. It was different, certainly. Lydia was marvellous, the way she tickled his orbs of love and pulled him closer to him and then pushed him back again and made him make love to her mouth. But Lilly was different in a way that he couldn’t quite specify. Whether or not she was better than Lydia was very difficult to say.
Lydia was enjoying herself too. She loved watching her husband make love to another woman. She had always wanted to see him make love to another man, and often encouraged him. He was reluctant, however. So, to see him having his manhood sucked by a beautiful she - male was a rare treat for her. It fascinated her to see her husband’s manhood slide in and out of Lilly’s mouth. It also fascinated and delighted her to see Lilly’s naked body. She marvelled at her long dark hair, her beautiful face, her plump, firm breasts, her lovely pert bottom. And she marvelled at the incongruous sight of her big cock swinging heavily on her thighs, flaccid but still weighty and engorged.
Lydia was not only fascinated, but also very aroused. She wondered what it would be like to make love to a she - male, to look into that beautiful face, to squeeze and fondle Lilly’s breasts as her big, hard cock slid in and out of her secret womanly place. She felt a dampness betwixt her legs and could not stop herself from touching herself to ease the ache inside her.
She watched as Lilly sucked her husband harder and faster. She knew from his little gasps and moans that he was approaching his apotheosis, that wonderful climactic moment of intense pleasure which would leave him happily crushed and exhausted. Lilly’s head bobbed back and forth, faster and faster, and Lydia watched her husband’s cock go in and out. The look on his face was beatific, as though he had been blessed by something wonderful and exotic. Which of course, he had in a way.
He gave a great cry and threw back his head as he exploded powerfully in Lilly’s mouth, a great quantity of his thick, creamy seed spurting inside her. She swallowed once and carried on sucking, teasing out more of his cum from his heavy balls. Finally, he began to droop a little. Lilly drew back her mouth and smiled sweetly at his big cock, starting to become flaccid. She kissed the head and looked up at him, her eyes smiling with happiness.
Exhausted, Wickham sank back into a chair. He did not bother to cover his nakedness, but then neither did Lilly. Lydia was mesmerised by what she had seen. It made her so hot and excited that her pussy felt as if it were on fire. She walked over to Lilly and kissed her full on the lips, sliding her tongue in her mouth and tasting her husband’s essence, a taste she knew very well. Wickham leered as he watched his wife embrace the beautiful she - male, who had just pleasured him with her mouth.
Lydia looked at Wickham with questioning eyes.
“
Well?” she said.
“Well what?” said Wickham, a little mischievously, for he knew exactly what she meant.
“How was it? Is she as good as I am?”
He thought for a moment.
“It’s difficult to say. I’ve only experienced it one time with Lilly. Now, this is the age of enlightenment. New discoveries are being made all the time. It is the age of science. But all the great scientists say that to prove something you need statistical evidence.”
“What on earth are you talking about, George?”
“I’m going to need a bigger sample size.”
“What?”
“I’m going to need Lilly to do that again, so that I can make an informed decision.”
“George, you’re terrible,” said Lydia fondly.
“I know, my pet.”
Lydia was trying to control herself now. She was very wet between her legs. She was excited by what she had just seen. She was very aroused. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were hard. She needed something, preferable someone, between her legs. She needed somebody to make love to her, hard fast and urgent. She needed a big cock inside her. She needed it to drive in and out of her aching pussy until it made her cry out and cum hard and intensely.
She looked at Wickham. His manhood was magnificent, and he always brought her to apotheosis, the very height of passion. However, he was flaccid now and would need at least half and hour and a large tankard of cordial before he would be able to make love to her again. Lilly, however, had had time to recover by now. She had clearly enjoyed sucking George’s manhood if the hardness developing in her own were anything to go by.
“Lilly?” she said.
“Yes, Mrs Wickham?”
“Do you enjoy acts of love with women too?”
“Oh, very much. I like to love men and I like to love women also.”
“I say, did you know,” said Wickham, “that it is a felony for two men to enjoy love together? But it is not a felony for two women. The reason is that our dear King George considers such an act impossible between to women, and therefore it has never been made illegal.”