Exquisite Excursion                       by: Virginia Kane

 

Part Six: Excitement

What a day! Beyond a doubt, from sundown to sundown it was the most exciting twenty-four hours of my life. It began with my meeting Kent, my handsome, he-man beau. Together we shared passionate sex several times, slipping off to my bedroom every chance we could. Sex with Kent was far more pleasurable than what I experienced with Rita, the transsexual sex therapist my mom hired to assist in my transition to femininity.

I was a virgin all through high school. I never went on a date, let alone discover the thrills of sex. Everyone shunned me. Once I experienced sex, I couldn’t get enough, even though it was gay sex. Had I been smart enough to realize that my male image was lacking to the point of my being unattractive to girls, I might have done what I could to act more masculine. I suppose the guys had as much reason to shun me, in fear of being labeled a fag for associating with me. I was unaware I projected a gay image to them all.

I was introduced to gay sex slowly at first. I didn’t know Rita was born as a boy. She seduced me, acting as a girl, the first person who ever showed any interest in me. She said my willingness to wear corsets made me attractive to her. She excited me and I was eager to please her. When I first wore the fine satin corsets, I got more excited. She acknowledged my reaction and surprised me when she took my small cock into her hand. With care, she showed me how fantastic a guy feels when a girl kisses and licks his penis. Soon, I was reciprocating, taking her appendage into my own mouth in return.

I knew mom was a lesbian, but had no idea why she was, until she told me her story about being raped and subsequently duped into becoming a prostitute by men when she was young. She wanted me to share her hatred for all men. She wanted me to become feminine to see how men treated women, firsthand. It backfired, as I accepted my homosexuality and embraced dressing femininely to enjoy sex, both giving and receiving.

Mom didn’t expect me to fall for the first male appearing man she enlisted to date me. She expected him to follow her instructions and treat me like trash, dominating me in the manner most men dominate loose women, with disdain and contempt. Kent tried to be cruel at first, but couldn’t. He forced me to my knees, in the penthouse elevator and made me suck his huge cock. I was afraid at first, that I would choke on it, but he was careful not to hurt me and took his time, ensuring that I enjoyed servicing him. I did. In the most exciting twenty-four hour period of my life, we found ecstasy and soon bonded falling deeply in love. I decided later that night that we were perfect mates for one another. He felt as I did, so we verbally expressed how we felt and made our mutual commitments.

I’m glad mom wanted to emasculate me. Otherwise, I would not have found Kent and fallen in love. Mom’s plan to make me a man-hater like herself was a flop. Yet, I now know mom is right about my lack of masculinity.

I didn’t discover how different I was until I had wear a costly brace for back pain and was hoodwinked into wearing women’s corsets instead to save money. Perhaps my resistance to wearing those feminine garments would have been greater, if I didn’t enjoy it as much as I did. I quickly progressed to more and more feminine corsets, as each new experience gave me a sexual thrill.

I must have been far too swishy to attract girls like other guys do, and needed little incentive to begin acting like a girl in every way. I love being a transvestite. I wish I had known how good girl’s clothes feel sooner. Mom’s plan was to have me be going all the way and have the surgery to become her daughter. That way, I could hate men and find happiness with a lesbian, like she did. She hates men that bad and would like to convince me that they’re all worthless scums that that don’t deserve a woman’s love.

Instead, I couldn’t get enough of Kent’s unusual cock. The girth of the swelling at the base of his organ filled my mouth. I had to keep my mouth wide open to contain him. Once inside, my collagen filled lips would tear if he ever tried to remove his swollen lump at the back of his cock from my sucking mouth, while the thinner front half of his cock slipped deeply into my throat. Sucking him was thrilling beyond imagination to me.

The moans he made while I munched on his prick made my nipples tingle and my soft cock surge with pleasure. I simply adored the way he fit my mouth, but really found true bliss when he later sunk his long shaft into my ass after he brought me back home. It was a delightful torture I never even dreamed could happen. The widened lump near the base of his cock was almost impossible to fit in. Once it did, his excitement made it grow to such an extent, it was impossible to pull out until he came and was fully satisfied. Only long afterwards, after his cock returned to a flaccid state was he able to let it escape my love tunnel. Kent spoiled me. I knew no other man could fill me like he did.

We also spent hours last night, talking and arguing about our feelings about many issues: the merits of mankind, the good and evil in people, and the attitudes of those who influence our lives, principally our domineering mothers. I met his mom, and discovered Kent met mine months ago, before she transformed me into a pseudo-girl.

Kent and I grew confident in our mutual love for one another and told mom.

Mom saw Kent’s affect on me and decided to loan him the funds he needed to go back to college. His involvement with me caused both his mother and Kent to lose their jobs. They both worked for his natural father, a terrible person. His mother lambasted the scoundrel for exposing my female deception to the gathered guests at his dinner party. Fortunately, Kent and I had already left and were unaware of his cruel announcement and the resulting stir his mother’s reaction caused. His own father wanted to bed Kent and me as well. Incest with Kent was his aim, the sole reason for hiring the both of them.

Maybe, Kent would have been smart not to bring me to the dinner party at that house. The firings killed his plans to earn enough to finish college and become an architect. My mom came to his rescue. After all, she arranged my date with Kent. She wanted him to show me how nasty men could be. He couldn’t. He’s such a dear. There isn’t a nasty cell in his beautiful body. I love him so.

Now, he doesn’t need a job to afford college. Mom saw to that. She also doesn’t expect me to change completely any more. Kent likes me the way I am, with a cock of my own; even if it doesn’t function properly. He likes it the way it is. The only reason it still works at all is mom had the doctors install a plastic support to enable it to remain firm after I grew breasts from hormones and all. Without it, my doctor said it would have shrunk into a little stub. Maybe if it did shrink, I would have known I was getting female hormones in my food and vitamin pills. Mom was planning my change for some time, without me knowing it. As soon as I was in corsets, loving how they made me feel, and wanted to become more feminine, more attractive, she had me get the breast implants.

Mom contrived even my back pain, which led to my wearing corsets. When I was asleep, induced by knockout drops, her doctor injected something into my spine on a weekly basis, which resulted in my backaches. I thought standing on my feet all day at my job at the department store caused them. The corsets were supposed to relieve the pain. They did, but only because the doctor stopped giving me the weekly shots that caused the pains from the start. How was I supposed to know what caused them?

All that doesn’t matter now. Kent and I will spend the next few weeks scouting for a college for him to attend. Our being out of the apartment will leave mom and her lover a chance to enjoy themselves without my being under foot. I don’t know why it’s so important to them. Laura’s daughter Amanda will be returning home soon. Maybe they want Kent and I to spend a lot of time together to see if we tire of one another and go our separate ways. Maybe they want us to get used to each other, to see if our devotion is real, and not superficial. Who knows? Who cares?

We have each other and we’re going to use a camper to scout out the colleges that offer the classes he needs to graduate. I wish I had his zeal for continuing school. I don’t have the slightest idea of a career that appeals to me. Nothing does. All I want to do is suck Kent’s cock and let him fuck my ass again, as soon as it heals. His monster cock hurt me like the devil when he took me, but I want to feel it inside of me as soon as I can.

Dr. Samuel said my sore ass ring isn’t permanently damaged, and will adjust to his penetration over time. I hope so; I love being hammered by him. My cock spurted harder than it ever did when he fucked me for the first time. Dr. Samuel also changed my prescription so I will get hard-ons again. She said it would feel better when he sucks me off, too. Hmm, I can’t wait to see if she’s right. She told me it might take a while, but my cock will gradually grow some more, so Kent will have more fun. I can’t wait! She said not to let him fuck me again until next week. I’ll have to suck him off to keep him happy in the meantime. I like sucking his ‘dog cock’. I can’t get enough of it. It’s a shame he had to suffer for so long from the football injury that caused the ‘lump’.

I’ve been busy picking out clothes to take along with us in the camper. I want to look as nice as I can for Kent. I want him drooling over me, eager to take me as often as he can manage. I plan to keep him drained. We’ll have weeks of pure sex without anyone interrupting us. I can’t wait to get started and be out of here!

Every time we went into my room to be alone, mom would pound on my door about something. At least we’ll be able to spend long uninterrupted hours together, adding variations to our love making. I wonder what it would be like if Kent took Viagra and I had to remain with his cock up my ass for hours at a stretch. Ooh, maybe stretch isn’t the right way to put it! Dr. Samuel said to wait until next week. I hope the prescription salve she gave me works. I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to. The thought of that big cock up my ass has my nipples stick out like pencil erasers.

Kent went home with his mother to pack. Tomorrow, the four of us, Kent, our mothers and I are supposed to start shopping for his school clothes. Once they look over his current togs, the mothers want him to look smart for school.

These two strong-willed women started out disliking each other, as if each one thought the other had the plague. I’m amazed at how quickly they changed and had a meeting of the minds. They now are fast friends, joining forces to plan things for us. If I let them, they’ll soon be picking out a wedding dress for me, whether I like it or not.

I suppose I’ll let them. What are mothers for? All girls want their mothers to dote over them. Why should I be different? Just because I have a little extra flesh than most girls have doesn’t mean I have to be completely defiant. The way Kent’s mother looks at me after my mom informed her she’d get her a new job, and see to Kent’s tuition being paid. I’m her darling little angel, now. She’s sweet as apple pie to me.

That wasn’t the case when I posed a threat to her with that jerk, Mr. Higgins. She was afraid I’d step in and upset her plans for him sending Kent to college. She let her talons show and warned me not to interfere. Boy, mothers are sure nasty to anyone who shows the slightest inclination to upset their plans for their little boys. Now, she’s all peaches and cream to me. I’m her son’s free ride to college. I wonder how she’ll act toward me once he graduates. She’ll probably forbid her darling son to continue our gay relationship so that he can find a real girl to provide his mother with the grandchildren she wants. I hope I can convince her to leave us alone over the next two years.

It’s obvious that Laura and mom want us out of the apartment. They rented a mini-motorhome for us to go gallivanting in until Kent selects a college. Kent is in charge of the money that mom provided to finance the scouting expedition. She doesn’t trust me. I’m hurt. What would I do? For sure, I wouldn’t leave Kent. I want him filling my bottom with his "dog-dong" every chance I can get.

I saw a picture of the camper in the brochure Laura downloaded from Internet. It looks small, but the bed fills the entire back half, big enough to fit the two of us adequately. At least we won’t be sleeping in separate beds. Fat chance of that.

I love having Kent beside me while I sleep. I’ll be afraid to sleep alone. Kent said we’ll be staying at all sorts of places, like campgrounds and the campus facilities provided for visitors and alumni to attend sporting events, etc.. We’ll have our own sporting events. Camper rocking will become an official Olympic game if I can help it. I hope the Olympic committee will require several ‘heats’ to qualify. Tee-hee.

When Kent and his mother returned, my mom went through his perfectly good clothes. When she was finished, almost all of his stuff was to be given away to charity. She insisted that he be able to make a nice impression on faculty advisors in the schools we plan to visit. She said you have to look smart to get smart. She offered to supervise his purchases on a weekend shopping spree. She’d make sure we get everything we need.

We spent the night in bed together, with Kent’s big cock in my mouth for most of the night. It seems my lips are beginning to stretch. I am becoming accustomed to holding his huge lump on my tongue for hours. If I squeeze it hard, it can slide back and forth over my lips more, and Kent loves the way that feels. It won’t come entirely out, but if I keep on practicing, maybe it will.

We got up early. I took four vitamins per mom’s instructions, as I had to see Dr. Samuel first thing, before our shopping spree. That ended up with Dr. Samuel adding more collagen to my lips. I now have to hold my mouth open enough to allow part of my lips to recede between my seperated teeth, or my lips stick way out like some African women, the ones with pierced lips and plates inserted. I didn’t want more collagen, but mom insisted, and Kent liked the idea.

If I clench my teeth, my lips look gross. Dr. Samuel said the swelling will go down considerably, and my lips feel bigger than they are because of the novocaine she injected first. I think she only said it to quell my anger. To look normal as possible, I have to suck my lips between my teeth like I am playing "fish". I dare not utter a word, as the novocaine made me sound funny.

She had me lay down on the examination table while she injected my lips, and I couldn’t see how much she filled them until I got up, much later. She checked my groin, and mixed up some chemicals, while she talked about correcting the effect of the past few months’ use of testosterone blocks. She sprayed my penis with something, and then spent a lot of time handling it. Mother stood beside me smiling, so I wasn’t too concerned. Kent was outside in the waiting room.

He told me mom swore on a stack of bibles that she would never use the blocks again. He said he trusts her and I should relax. She promised him we would be pleased by the time we left the doctor’s office. When she was through at my groin, she inserted a long needle directly into each nipple and attached a tiny tube to them. She told me I was no longer a virgin, and becoming mature. My breasts needed a little more heft to them. Without asking, she was adding bulk to my boobies. I felt so fuzzy, and her manipulations felt so good, I closed my eyes and savored the tension in my nipples. When I reached a hand to feel how big they were getting, she cautioned me to lie still.

Mom held my hand and repeated that I had to lie still so the additional silicone would set properly. I could feel a form being put under my breasts. They felt huge, but again, Dr. Samuel told me it was only my imagination and the tension in my skin caused by the small amount of addition silicone she was injecting. She explained each sac under my breasts held a self-sealing bladder right under my natural nipples. The bladder would safely entrap all the additional silicone as long as I didn’t move before the silicone set. After that comment, I didn’t dare move until told it was okay.

With the needles in place, she injected tiny amounts of collagen into my nipples from several angles, while pulling up on the thick needles. I sensed no pain. In fact, the heat from each tiny injection radiated over my nipples and felt divine. The entire procedure took well over an hour. When she announced she was done, I felt drowsy and was unable to stand up. She said she didn’t say I could get up yet, and told me to remain where I was. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, mom was gone. A nurse was sitting beside me and helped me to my feet. When I turned to face the mirror, I saw my enlarged breasts. They had to be at least a C+ or a D-cup. They were tender, and I knew I had a problem. My B-cup bras weren’t going to fit. The nurse oohed and ahhed and exclaimed in delight that she was so jealous. She said my breasts were "perfectly shaped" and "divine". I thought they were perfect when the implants were first installed. Now, they were "D"-vine!

She stood behind me and measured them with a tape, hefting them and whispering how great they looked. My nipples were twice the size of before. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations caused by her roaming fingers. I turned to face her and she took one between her lips. Her lips looked enhanced by collagen, too. I put my hand behind her head and held her gently to my breast.

A quick knock on the office door was followed by the sudden entry of Dr. Samuel. She stood by the door and asked me to walk across the room toward her. With my first steps, I noticed a difference in the way my cock moved from side to side as I began to cross the room. There was pain and I grimaced. She told me to stop and sit on the table again. She took my prick into her hand, and I sat bolt upright.

"The foam I injected still causes you some discomfort for a day or so" I hadn’t noticed the increase in size, as I was still mesmerized by the increase in the size of my boobs. There it was, almost twice as long as it was before, looking like a normal cock again. She said she could make it wider at the base like Kent’s if I wanted her to do it, but it would not behave like his. It would always be thicker and not recede when flaccid.

I shook my head from side to side. "It’s going to be hard enough to hide as it is. Will it function properly?"

"Better! In a month, when the remnants of your final block from last week wears off, you’ll need a special panty called a ‘gaff’ to keep it hidden. I already ordered a supply. You also have a complete set of new corsets, bras and panties waiting at home.

"Your mother, Kent, and his mother left for the malls without you. You need to rest more. They will be back to pick you up at the end of their shopping trip."

"How do you know the new bras and corsets will fit properly?"

"Like your breasts, they were custom made to order. You won’t be finding your sizes in most retail stores. Your new breasts will require constant support or they will sag from the weight of them. You don’t want do look old before your time, do you?

" Now, one more thing you need to learn. I’m going to fit you for a series of lip retainers that you will wear each night. They will modify the contour of your lips over time, to mold them into a lovely shape. You could satisfy most men orally with your lips as they are, but merely injecting collagen to increase Kent’s pleasure would make your lips too tight to allow his entry. The amount of collagen I used will require your lips to be expanded. The retainers will accomplish that."

"What do I do in the meantime? We’re going away on a college campus tour!"

"The retainers will look just like wax lips children use to play ‘grown up’. They are red in color and will not be very visible, except close up. If you want to leave them off at night, you’ll have to wear them during the day. Talking will be cumbersome, but Kent will probably appreciate the break. You mom seems to think you two argue too much anyway. The sooner you are comfortable with the largest retainer in your mouth, the sooner you can stop wearing them."

"What about oral sex?"

"No problem, it will take longer for Kent to withdraw, until your lips adjust."

"Why did you do this? We were happy with things as they were!"

"The increase in breast size and the lip enhancement will prevent you from going back to being a man in public again for approximately two years. I recommended permanent lip and eye coloring, a much cheaper alternative. Your mother felt that was too extreme. Since you demanded to preserve your male capacity to sire children, she took this measure to make sure you will continue to appear feminine. She did include the restoration of size to your shrunken penis, you know. She didn’t have to do that.

"Now, If you try to go off with Kent and live with him as a male for the next two years, while he attends college, you’ll have one hell of a time trying to look like one.

"Her condition for providing Kent with his college education is to require you to remain en femme for the duration. The duration of your bet has been extended! You demanded concessions from her. She accepted them and is demanding a few in return."

"I have nothing to say in the matter?"

"I think you said enough already. If I were you, I’d consider looking into those colleges for yourself as well. Look at it this way. You have a wider selection of vocations to choose from now. Women can pursue any profession that men follow. In addition, there are several that men seldom choose, as they are best suited to women. You now can select one of those as well as any profession you could have chosen as a man."

"What happens in two years?"

"The collagen in your lips and nipples will gradually dissipate. You’ll need renewal in about two years, perhaps sooner. I can extract the silicone almost as easily as I injected it. It’s not quite fluid, plastic, but not solid. The sacs in your chest can be depleted. You will still have small breasts afterward, unless you discontinue your estrogen pills. To ensure you continue their use, any reduction in estrogen in your monthly blood samples will result in your receiving a long-term estrogen implant. I prefer the pills or weekly injections, because each dose can be adjusted to your needs, without permanently sterilizing you. But you will be away. If I install a long-term estrogen implant, you could rupture it and not know it. If you do, you’ll end your precious capacity to bear children. What will it be? Can we trust you to continue taking estrogen?"

"I feel as if I’m being trapped!"

"You are! You started it all by defying your mother and insisting you stop going to school. You pulled a few other nasty stunts on her. I don’t know what they all were, but she had enough of your trickery. You thought you were so smart. I guess your mom saw through your shenanigans You had it coming, Demi!"

"How does Kent feel about all this?"

"He can’t wait to see the new you! He thinks his mom will look at you in a new light, too. He was willing to accept you the way you were, but now you’ll look fantastic. Show me any man who has a choice between a girlfriend that is a knockout or one that is a plain Jane. What do you think would be his choice?"

"He told me I was "perfect" for him. You really think he was lying to me?"

"What do you want me to say? I enhanced your perfection. He probably meant that you were perfectly equipped to suit him, since he’s gay. I merely improved the equipment. He thought it was a great idea."

"Yeah, to please my mother, I’ll bet."

"You should be pleased, too. He’ll pant when he sees you. Take my word for it."

"When will that be? We can’t do anything until all of this heals."

"In the past half-hour, you voice has ceased the slurring caused by the novocaine. If you doubt my word, kiss him when he comes back to pick you up. Your breasts will be tender, and you’ll have to keep that bra on until tomorrow, but there’s no reason the two of you can’t resume your relationship, as long as you exercise due care. You butt is fine. You were so concerned about how soon you could accommodate him. Go ahead. Just be careful. Each time should get better. You won’t need a retainer back there. He’ll break you in, himself. After you fell asleep, I examined him. He’s quite a fella! You’re lucky!"

I turned back to the mirror. "I look like a ‘bimbo’".

"So? You have no idea how many girls come in and leave downhearted because they can’t afford to look exactly like you do. I don’t work cheap! You’re lucky you don’t need a serious nose job or trachea-scrape. Most transvestites do."

"Wow! Am I lucky!"

"You sure are. If you needed those procedures, your mother would have had me do them as well, and you’d miss your vacation. In two years, with a little more help, you can still be a man. Meanwhile, enjoy what you have. You’re a walking wet dream."

"I expected to do some shopping today, not get a major makeover."

"You misunderstood. She said she would make sure you would get everything you need to make a good impression on the faculty advisors. She felt you still looked too masculine to avoid detection. She wanted to be sure you wouldn’t impair Kent’s chances for acceptance by looking like a transvestite instead of a real girl. You’ll pass muster anywhere now. You’ll look simply sumptuous when the swelling goes down and the lips take on their new contour."

She fitted several retainers into my mouth until she was pleased with one in particular. She then selected four of them, three of which were each slightly larger than the one before. She put them into separate boxes and numbered the boxes. I was to change them after wearing each one for a week.

The retainer felt funny. It pressed against my lips and shaped them. It was hard to fit them over my lips and made them stick out further. She assured me that the largest one would make my lips look thinner, and my pout look darling. The end result would be a heavenly pucker that would make men drool.

Dr. Samuel escorted me to the waiting room and told me she had other patients to see. I would be on my own until Kent would be along to fetch me. If I wanted anything, I was to ask the receptionist. The girl stared at my cleavage and swollen lips for the next hour. My sleeveless pullover was too small to hold much of my new breasts and a mass of flesh hung out above the wide, low collar in plain view. I was glad I didn’t wear the blouse I wanted to wear. Now I knew why mom told me to wear something that was easy to take off and put back on. I was self-conscious of my exposed healthy bosom.

Kent finally showed up alone and kissed me as soon as he saw me. His attention was diverted to the size of my chest. He stood between the receptionist and me so she couldn’t see his movements and copped a feel, before I could pull his hands away. "Stop that! They’re still sore." I whispered. "Wait ‘till we get home! He drove like a maniac to get me back to the penthouse apartment.

He took me straight to my room and clumsily tried to strip me. I stopped him and coyly explained that he would have to wait. The bra had to stay on until the next day. When I put the retainer in my mouth, garbling my speech, I told him that it was required, as well. He pushed me backward until we reached my bed. With lust in his eyes, he said he knew the doctor cleared me to be fucked silly and I’d better not give him any more excuses. I posed reluctance, but relented as his thick cock sunk into my ass. I wanted to be taken forcibly and he fulfilled my desires admirably.

He took me lying flat on my back the first time. My tits hurt as he rammed into me and they tried to shift inside the tight bra from his thrusts. While we rested I told him they were supposed to remain still until the silicone set in place by the next day. The second time, he entered me from behind, while all four pillows from the bed suspended me under my waist. My breasts hung down and swung freely. That was worse, but I kept silent, because I didn’t want Kent to be deterred by my enhancements in any way.

He reached around and held my breasts in his extended fingers. I groaned in pleasure as his holding them eased the torture. The bra was tight, but still, the cups only covered little more than half of my massive mammaries, so they surged forward every time he plunged his cock into my ass.

My third fucking, late in the evening took place with Kent behind me as we lay on the bed on our left sides, spooned together. The salve that I used for the past week was so slick; his shaft did not hurt nearly as bad as when he first stuffed that knob of his past my anal ring. Having him fill my bottom now felt better to me than anything in the world. As Kent slowly fucked me, he held one of my big breasts, and I held the other. We stayed joined and fell asleep with his huge cock plugged snugly into my fanny.

We awoke in the morning, still joined. I could hear voices outside of the room, but they were not addressing us. Rita was back! I tried to concentrate, but there was more than one new voice. Whose voice was it? It sounded familiar, yet, I knew it wasn’t someone I had heard for some time. I could swear I heard it before.

I woke Kent, and we took a long shower together. He got down on his knees and paid worship to my new breasts for over half an hour. He didn’t miss a single square centimeter with his tongue and lips. He bared his teeth and scraped my huge nipples until my cock was so hard; I was poking him in his chest with it. He took his sweet time marveling at how beautiful a job Dr. Samuel did on my nipples. His head moved between my breasts, while he alternated his kisses. He sent me to heaven when the small tuft of fur on his chest brushed back and forth across the underside of the head of my rigid prick. I got so excited, I pulled him down to it and made him suck me off for a change.

He cooed and lapped at my cock like a puppy. Seeing him on all fours at my feet with his chin nestled under my groin made him look weak and helpless. Some football hero he was. After my cock spurted vigorously into his lips, I made a mental note to advise Dr. Samuel of the return of my renewed vigor. Then it was my turn.

I got down on my knees and rubbed my breasts against his chest. We kissed while sitting on the floor of the shower, letting the water cascade over us. Then I let him play with my big breasts as the water ran down them in rivulets. After he stood up, I took him into my thickened lips. It was a tighter fit, and the base his cock was tightly enveloped in my pucker. The thick lump on his shaft was all the way up against the back of my teeth. I could tell that he wasn’t able to stroke back and forth. The entire inch of cock flesh between the base and his odd lump was completely in contact with my lips. I had to hold my mouth completely open as the thickness of my lips was forced back between my teeth by the base of his cock. An inch or more deep collar of lip surrounded his cock. I could feel my nose brush against the small indent at the center of my puffy upper lip.

The soft tender flesh beyond my upper and lower lips, immediately behind my lips was forced back between my teeth by the base of his cock up against the outside of my mouth. The best way to describe the sensation was that I held his cock in a thick, resilient tube of lip flesh. His lump swelled, once inside my oral sheath. He was unable to stroke in and out, so I undulated my lips, as if chewing food, and he came in a torrent, filling my eager throat with his sweet nectar.

Still unable to stroke or withdraw, he wormed his cock around inside my mouth. The head of his cock did wonderful things with my throat. "Oh, baby, that is nice. Suck it real good for me." I tried to ply my head back and forth, which only enabled the head of his cock to move around inside my throat. My lips extended away from my teeth and returned between them from my head bobbing, alternating with the completely full area behind my teeth from the lump that sat on my tongue and extended up to contact the entire roof of my mouth. But my lips remained stationary between his lump and groin.

I made a mental note to compare this full mouth feeling with the feelings I would get from doing a sixty-nine with Kent. The pressure on my throat from the steep angle of his cock as he fucked my face was absolutely terrific. I wanted to know how it would feel with the pressure in the opposite direction. I could feel the ridge of his glans as it traced the path up and down the front of my larynx. I wanted to know how it would feel at the back and top of my throat as well.

"That’s it, Demi. Keep bobbin’ up and back like that. I never felt anything like it." He reached his hands to the back of my head and put one hand over the other and pulled my head hard against his groin. I had no choice but to breathe when I could, which wasn’t easy or often. His pulsing organ gushed and he held my head fast. I swallowed his sweet cream as my own cock emptied onto the floor of the shower. He continued to hump my face long after his surges stopped. I sucked his cock clean and pulled back until the lump disengaged. Then I licked the front half of his stick with my thick lips with water from the shower running over us.

We dressed. His new clothes looked fabulous on him. The breakfast table was set for six. We were the first to be seated, but Clara heard us and brought out the pineapple juice without asking. Within a few minutes, mom and Laura joined us. "Did I hear Rita, in the apartment, mom?"

"Yes, you did. She’s in Amanda’s room. She got back yesterday. She recovered in less time that was expected. Amanda is here as well."

"Oh, that’s who it was. I heard a voice I didn’t recognize. It sounds familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Maybe she only sounds like someone I used to know."

"No, you know her. She worked at the department store."

I wracked my feeble brain, but couldn’t place anyone named ‘Amanda’. "Sorry, but I don’t recall anyone with that name. Maybe when I see her, I’ll remember." Kent sat silently checking the headlines of the morning paper.

I heard footsteps and turned to see. The rustling newspaper caught my attention as Kent jumped to his feet and the paper fell to the floor. I turned back again in the direction of the footsteps and saw a stately, pretty woman who had an impossibly small waist and huge breasts and thighs. It was my boss from the department store. "Ms. Gelt!"

She came in, sat down and shook my hand. Rita came in with her, as if in tow. "Good morning, Demi. Please call me Amanda when we are in the house. We’ll be living together, or leastwise you will live here when you’re not in school." She asked me to introduce her to my gentleman friend who was still standing. We did a round of pleasantries and shared a little of Kent’s background with her.

"If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ll clue you in. Amanda Gelt is not my real name. It’s the name I took after some medical procedures were performed some years back. I was raised as a boy, but had two complete sets of organs, one of each gender. I grew up thinking everyone did. Can you imagine my concern when my breasts started to grow? I wanted to be a boy, not a girl. I thought the parts would only grow when you wanted them to grow. I was livid. This was all a dirty trick being played on me.

"The baby doctors were confident that my male factors were dominant, so that my parents were advised to raise me as a boy and they could remove my uterus and the rest, in time, so I’d be strictly a male. I got quite a shock when they told me my feminine side became dominant and I had little choice in the matter. I was going to be a woman whether I liked it or not. Pass the coffee carafe, please.

She told an intricate story of her resistance to becoming a girl and her gradual final acceptance of the fact that she could not continue in the role she preferred. She still is unable to become a girl in her mind, and dating men was out of the question. For years she shared her bed with women, those who understood and sympathized with her plight. She was now a totally functional woman, but still had no desire to sleep with a man.

Rita would share Amanda’s room with her until we left town. Then, Rita would take over my room and stay there for the time being, or until we returned.

Laura and mom joined the party and we all sat around sharing tidbits of information about each other’s former associations. Kent was the only apparent male and felt as if he was in the wrong place and excused himself. He later confided that he was jealous of not being able to have some sexual secret to share. "After all, it was five women to one guy. I felt all alone."

I thought about it and smiled. "Nonsense! It was three men to three women. How much more evenly matched could it be? Years back, the men would have had a slight 4-3 advantage. Amanda would have tipped the scales in our favor."

"You know damned well what I mean! None of you think or act like men. Regardless of what some of you have between your legs, the five of you have mush between your ears. You all talk at the same time and none of you make any sense. How do you keep track of who says what to whom?

"Aw, poor baby! Did we ‘girls’ outnumber you? You big ‘he-man’; don’t worry about it. We’ll be out of here in a few days and have each other all to ourselves for three whole weeks. I’m gonna suck and fuck you ‘till your dong falls off. You be dying to get into the ‘girls’ club’ once that happens. You’ll be more like one than I am."

"No thanks! I went through that scare already, and once is enough!"

"They were going to cut it off?"

"Yeah, didn’t you know? I got sick to my stomach when Amanda said she had no choice. Neither did I. That name: ‘Gelt’. It almost happened to me. I can’t believe it doesn’t bother her. I’d rather die! The doctors were afraid of gangrene from the groin wound spreading to my injured penis. They had to remove one testicle and half of the other. If it didn’t arrest it, I’d be just like her. My booster shots give me the ability to come like a horse. I need the extra testosterone to keep me from loosing my beard, muscle tone and body hair. In reality, my remaining nut has to work overtime.

"One reason that we’re perfect for each other is because it’s you and not me that looks like you do, and you still have your cock and balls. I still got nightmares. If you can look so feminine and still be a guy, well, put it this way. Since I met you, the nightmares are gone. I don’t worry about my mate waking up some day to discover she’s sleeping with a gelding. My cock was ruptured so badly; it’s a wonder I didn’t die from the loss of blood, alone. Then, it damn near dried up and fell off for lack of circulation.

"They transferred blood vessels from my legs in an experimental emergency operation that nobody was sure would work. It took months to heal. The whole time, they said it looked bad, and the thing would have come off. They wanted to, several times, but mom wouldn’t let them. I think she’s a nut, but I love her for being so persistent."

"Wow. That had to be terrifying, Kent! To think, that lovely appendage was almost removed! Do they think you can have kids someday?"

"They said it’s possible but unlikely. Imagine how I felt when your mother said you were being chemically castrated. I had to defy her and support you. When you insisted that you want kids someday, I felt terrific. You can sire them for us Demi, since I doubt if I’ll be able to. All we need is a surrogate to carry the baby in her womb and you can raise our child. I’ll be the dad and you can be the mom. We can be like be a normal couple in the eyes of the world, no matter how fucked up we really are.

"I have to be able to support you, the baby and pay for a surrogate, too. They don’t come cheap, but it’ll be worth it. It’ll make my mom’s dream come true. She’ll have the grandchild she always expected me to provide. And Henry won’t be able to claim visitation rights, because I won’t be the child’s natural father. You will.

" Mom won’t care, as long as the world thinks she’s a real grandmother. For some silly reason, she wants to show up her relatives. They could care less. Only she cares. Maybe George has something to do with it. When she told him she had her tubes tied, he started drinking. Look at him now, he’s like a vegetable. Maybe she wants a grandchild because he does. Who knows? Maybe that’s what it’ll take for him to come out of it."

" We don’t have to wait until you finish school, Kent. It will take nearly a year to have a baby. Do you want to wait that long to make your mom’s dream come true? We could start living together like a man and wife while the baby grows in the surrogate mother’s womb. If you want to start sooner, I’ll talk to mom."

"We’d have to go to Hawaii to get married first. Then, it’ll take months to prepare you. Your ability to produce sperm is probably wasted. It’ll take time. What if your mom still wants you to go all the way? She’s crafty. She’ll trick you into it. Look what she’s done to you already, not that I mind. You’re perfect for me as you are. To be safe, we’ll have to arrange to save your sperm and have it preserved until the time comes. If you want kids, don’t take any chances. Talk to Dr. Samuel. In the long run, everyone can be a winner, unless you really don’t want to go all the way for some other reason.

"No, I only want to be what you want, another man like yourself."

"Like myself? You’re not like me; you’re the exact opposite. Do you know what it’s like to look like a he-man and know that it’s all a fake? Look at me! I’m a fake!"

"You are not! If anyone here is a fake, it’s me. I’m the fake."

We continued called ourselves ‘fakes’, insisting that the other was genuine, until the banging on the door made us stop and laugh at ourselves. Regardless of whatever else we were, we were definitely in love. Who else would argue over every little thing at the drop of a hat? We kissed and agreed to think having children over carefully before discussing it with anyone, especially my mother.

 

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